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hyewka · 1 year ago

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STRICTLY PLATONIC [teaser] | choi beomgyu

SUMMARY. fucking your best friend was supposed to be a one time thing in the hopes of relinquishing feelings for your ex, but a one time turned into a weekly and cuddles after sex are way too intimate for your liking. but beomgyu insists that he’d never catch feelings for you, that he’s experienced in these types of arrangements. he still saw you as his best friend! it was totally only platonic for you too… right?

GENRE. smut, fluff, angst, college au, a hyewka fic with plot and structure.. sort of

TEASER WARNINGS. nothing explicit just some marking lol

AUTHOR NOTE. the dream fwb fic ive been wanting to write for ages so thank you to the ask i recently replied to as it was the main motivator for this 😭 this is going to be a long one so we're going the traditional route with a teaser, im opening a tag list so if you wish to be added send an ask or comment!

You’ve never seen Choi Beomgyu in a different light. That’s what you liked about him, that everything was so… constant. Your life could crash and burn but hey, Beomgyu was still Beomgyu— your friendship was a variable in your life that stayed undeniably the exact same.

You know, until you allowed him to fuck your brains out.

Even the sole fact that you have given the thought of Beomgyu being a ‘sex symbol’ has you quivering out of sheer horror— Beomgyu… has never been a sex symbol. Sure, he fucked around, and has a reputation and yeah sure, he was crazy hot when he isn’t showing signs of extreme sleep deprivation …but you’ve just never seen him in that light.

And to have let it simmer in your thoughts for longer than a second, makes you just a tinge hesitant in letting the silly goof pull you into the dancing crowd. You whine, “I’m tired Beomgyu! My heels are killing me.”

He either doesn’t hear over the blasting music or isn’t going to give it up because he pulls you in anyway, crashing your head right into his chest and you let out an instinctual ouch at the hard surface. Your eyes are wide looking up at him, sputtering out an unbelievable sentence. “Have you—have you been working out?”

His grin widens, holding up your arm to guide at feeling out his biceps. “Every now and then.” He doesn’t mind the minute it takes you to actually feel every muscle through his shirt, in fact he’s relishing in your sudden pique of interest in his body.

Whether he’s flexing them or not doesn’t show in his face—he looks completely relaxed and you finally admit—Beomgyu is getting toned.

“Why? You hate working out.” You could barely muffle those words with the way he had you engulfed in his arms, leaning his head in your neck, swaying side to side as if the song blasting was off of Taylor Swift’s Lover and not a Lil Wayne remix.

And he hasn’t even gotten a drop of alcohol yet.

But it’s true, Beomgyu hated the gym. Like, even more than you did. Which is a testament in and of itself.

He pulls away from the crook of your neck, a pout on his lips. “Didn’t you say your type was muscular men? At Halloween weekend?”

Halloween weekend was a year ago, the first frat party you managed to get into with the help of Beomgyu’s friend, Jake. You barely remember anything from it. Other than the occasional retells of the nights by Yunjin’s words, which are always a different version of the same story... so a not very credible source. “I mean, I guess they are. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know, just saying. Jaehyun was suuper muscly.” Okay, the random mention of your ex…maybe he had some drop of alcohol.

“Are you drunk?”

“You took too long to come back, lost at beer pong.”

“How many shots?” you interrogate.

“Two.” At your suspecting glare, he continues on, “Four…five…like, at most seven.”

Your eyes bulge out, huffing out a scoff. You guys always got wasted together! Noticing the furrow of your brows he holds you tighter whining, “I know I know, sorry, I tried telling Heeseung but he’s a savage cruel man, I was practically force fed that cup.”

You don’t doubt that he attempted to persuade Heeseung but you do doubt the force feeding, it only takes a couple nudges before getting Beomgyu to drink. “I’m just slightly tipsy, not drunk yet anyway. I pledged to never ever get trashed without you. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You slap away the hand he puts up over his chest, incredulously, losing your control over the fits of giggles when he takes your flying hand in his, taking advantage by intertwining your fingers together. “What are you doing?” your cheeks probably hurt from all the smiling, you don’t know, you think your nerves are numb.

“Can’t a guy hold his twin flame, platonic best friend’s hand?”

Skinship was not an unfamiliar with Beomgyu—he was always a naturally clingy guy. You figured when the first ever official lunch hangout you’ve had with the boy and a few of your other friends, had included a lot of random footsie.

You didn’t even know him that well in high school. Who plays footsie with an acquaintance? Choi Beomgyu, that’s who. Yet even after some reluctance that day, you end up letting him have his childish, sort of endearing fun.

Though this was all but childish, the innocently mischievous twinkle of a scrawny teenage boy had been long gone, instead replaced by the most attractive man’s hungry, lust filled gaze. “Who told you to look so sexy today?”

The theme was Angel & Devil—to match with Beomgyu, you insisted on giving him the angel outfit, and you the costume of a devil. Matching was always the fun part of these parties. “Only today?” you drawl, making an exaggerated sultry trail with your finger on his chest.

“God, shut up, you know you’re always hot,” You don’t expect the seriousness of his tone, especially when you were just teasing, but he snakes his hand around your waist, pushing you further into his body, your tits suffocatingly pressed against his chest.

You do not expect the slight squeeze to your ass, your eyes shooting particularly wide, blood rushing up to trickle your cheeks. “But I like it when you’re a little devil, makes you so sexy and alluring.”

His face buried into your neck again, this time not missing the chance of taking a deep inhale. Beomgyu could stay like this forever, filling his lungs with you, and only you. “Still can’t believe I had my hands off you for so long little devil.” Your eyes flutter shut, taking quick breaths as he moves his soft lips to your neck, wet kisses with a slip of teeth nibbling just slightly to tease, planning on coloring you with all the pretty purple hues.

And you’re sure he was well on his way until you sober up at the abrupt change in the DJ’s track.

“Beomgyu, not—not now, we’re in public.” And surrounded by tons of people that you’re either friends with or know. That broke one of the most important pillars of your agreement—to keep the fuck buddies ‘thing’ a secret.

You don’t expect the speed of his instant pull away when processing your words, blinking his pretty lashes and the tipsiness away—his doe eyes are too much of a weakness, the little furrow of his brows something you desperately want to kiss and smoothen out. “Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck, genuinely apologetic.

And eats away at you. You know Beomgyu well—he hates keeping things secret, he’s the type of person to flaunt relationships all over his feed in that lovesick puppy way that most women could only dream of having—but you weren’t dating. And that was the boundary set.

You didn’t ask him to pull away completely though, but here you were, awkwardly as distanced as you could be in the middle of a rager with sweaty college students rubbing their bodies against each other. As gross as that was, you zero’d in on something less of a given: the fact that you’ve never felt this way with Beomgyu. Ever. It was like you were starring in the most awkward coming of age indie movie, y’know, without the crazy scenery and cinematography.

And more often than not, you find that these occurance of realisations, become more and more frequent. You feel things you’ve never felt a certain way with Beomgyu. Which only brought you to realize something else; Beomgyu was now a changing variable in your life and you’re not entirely sure how to handle that.

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love-lilly02 · 7 months ago

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The Challenge— Chapter 11

AN: i really do hope these gif’s scare you before reading. Anyways this week’s is really short because finals kicked my ass, but i hope you enjoy!!!

Being in the military, you start to see some stuff you don’t really want to see.

There’s always someone dying, a mauled or mangled corpse in a dark corner of a safe house. You get used to it, after so many years on the job.

One thing he could never get used too is seeing his team like this.

Listening to your explanation was already rough. He was forced to stand there and watch you struggle to explain yourself, listen as you slowly gave into your feelings. And seeing you cry was…

Well. To say the least, he had never seen you cry before, in all your years in the military.

Your quiet sobs filled the room, muffled slightly by the material of Price’s shirt. He stayed on one knee, wrapping his arms tightly around your back and murmuring reassurances so quietly into your hair not even Simon could make them out. After what felt like forever, he lifted his head and looked directly at Johnny.

The man snapped out of his thoughts, and crept forward towards the pair. “Take her to the barracks, got somethin to take care of.” Price said, and Johnny nodded.

“Aye, sir. Here, lass, up ya come.” It broke his heart, seeing you like that. And he knew the others agreed, based on the looks they were giving you. Johnny helped you stand, supporting you on his shoulder when you wobbled slightly. “Steady, bonnie. I gotcha, it’s alright.” He felt the hand before he saw the person, watching as Simon wordlessly scooped you into his arms bridal style. You squeaked at the sudden movement, and the man just tucked your head into his chest.

“Show off,” Soap grumbled, rolling his eyes at the man’s antics. Simon just shrugged.

The two of them brought you to the barracks, but instead of going into your room, Simon brought you to the spare room in the far corner of the hall. Long ago, since before you even joined, they had turned the room into a shared space for the four of them. It contained a bed larger than most of the ones in the bedrooms, big enough to fit all four of the men at once.

This is the bed simon set you down on, shushing you softly when you whined. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you were still sniffing. Simon gently removed your shoes, and sat on the bed next to you.

“Here, Johnny.” The scott needed no other motivation, kicking off his shoes and climbing in the bed behind you. The two men pressed you between them, Simon holding on to your waist and Johnny holding you across your stomach.

“We gotcha, it’s okay.” Johnny said, pulling you closer when the quiet sobs began again. The three of you stayed like that for a while, till your breathing evened out and you fell asleep.

It had been a good while since you had seen your sister, so long that you hardly remember her features. You’re somewhat sure she had the same eyes as you, maybe different hair?

Either way she was in front of you. And she was pissed. Her face contorted into thousands of shapes and expressions, her feelings displayed so clearly it was dizzying. One moment she was overjoyed, the next she was in despair, then she was so angry you thought she would kill you. Her voice resounded through the room, a chorus of loud, angry wails. The noise was deafening, so much so that you wanted to hold your hands over your ears, but you were rooted in place.

“How could you do this to me?” She screamed, holding her head in her hands. “I trusted you, you wretched bitch! Selfish, all i did was protect you, I even took your beatings! How could you leave me, why would you…“

The words made you want to cry, but you were incapable of producing the tears. Slowly, you lifted your hand to her, trying to help in some way, like you used too. The movement was like a harsh gust of wind, and she backed away from you so fast you were sure she glitched.

“Get the fuck away! Why would I ever trust you again?”

You actually did cry then. You wanted to scream, to tell her that it wasn’t really your fault, how you thought you were helping her, how you were sorry. So, so fucking sorry, but the words melted alongside the scene.

You were flying through dark space, into the next part of the dream. This time, the boys were here with you. They surrounded a chair in a small room, where one person sat with a bag over their head. It was a scene you had taken part of, on some mission years ago.

“Right, then.” Price said, stepping forward. “You know why you’re here.” He ripped the bag off of the persons head, and you saw yourself sitting in the chair.

Your face was covered in cuts and bruises, and your eyes were so swollen they couldn’t even open anymore. Your nose had been permanently broken out of place, and a lot of your hair was either completely cut off or uneven in the worst places.

“It was fun playing with you, pet. Unfortunately, if there’s one thing I can’t stand—“ Here he pulled out a gun, pointing it straight at your head.”—It’s a liar. See you in hell, eh?”

The sound of the bullet startled you awake, and you gasped as your eyes flew open. Gaz backed off quickly, raising his hands in the air.

“It’s alright, just me.” You tried your best to calm down your breathing, spinning your head on a swivel.

“Where’s—“

“Simon and Johnny had to go help Price, sent me in to stay with you. Tried to wake you up but…”

You nodded. There were dried tear tracks on your face, and you could tell your hair was horribly tangled without even having to touch it.

“You don’t have to stay here. I’ll be okay in a bit,” You said. Gaz just shook his head.

“Can’t let a teammate suffer alone. It’s part of the job description.” He climbed into the bed with you—you were still in the shared room— and pulled your head down to his chest.

“I don’t remember reading it in the contract.”

“It’s a new addition.”

That made you smile. The two of you lapsed into silence, simply enjoying each others presence. The sheets still smelled slightly of the other two men, and they were still a bit warm.

They left recently, maybe seconds before Gaz got me up.

“You’re thinking too much, princess.” Gaz whispered, and you shrugged lamely.

“Got a lot to think about.”

“Wana talk? That… It helps. Sometimes.”

You just shrugged. He nodded, and there was silence again.

“Full moon tomorrow.” He said, and you hummed in agreement. “The sky should be fairly clear, we can go stargazing?”

You nodded against his chest, and he smiled.

Times like this made everything feel okay.

#cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #poly 141 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost x reader

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alexkingx · 2 years ago

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This encounter, standing face to - er back he supposed as Steven had his back to him while staring out at the sea, had to have been one of the hardest things that Alexander had ever done in his life. These two had been through so much together, they were always at each others sides through thick and thin, and hell they were set to be married - to spend the rest of their lives alongside one another, or at least that had been the plan before Alexander had completely derailed it. He had never even given Steven a reason either, instead just dropping from the face of the earth as though their time together had meant nothing to him. That was the last thing he had wanted, but he had to, once Steven knew the reason it'd become more clear (not that it would make him any less aggravated or heartbroken). Alexander wasn't even sure if he was ever going to tell him the actual reason either, perhaps it was just easier for him to have Steven thinking he did it as nothing more than to make him look like a fool. He hated him already, did it honestly matter the motive behind what he'd done?

Both men were so prideful that it was hard to even talk between the both of them. Alexander was standing there remembering what his brother had text him the night before - that maybe he should have listened and just disappeared for a while. Steven would have ultimately gotten bored not having Alexander around to pester, and then when he left the island Alexander could return as though nothing had happened. That wasn't who he was though, Alexander didn't run when things got hard - well aside from running away from the biggest moment of his life, but that wasn't his usual motivation. He couldn't help it as he made the biting remarks, trying to avoid the topic of the two of them by instead throwing out their families names, though it was obvious that Steven wasn't going to fall for that bait. Of course not, he knew his reasons behind coming to the island and there wasn't going to be any chance in Alexander messing any of those reasons up. Hearing that damn nickname though, fuck he had loved it all those years ago, but the venom behind it now, how laced with hatred it had been - Alexander just stood there for honestly there was nothing else that he could do in the moment. Steven had him dead to rights, and Alexander wasn't stupid in the least - he knew the reason why he was there, or at least knew that it had something to do with him specifically.

He never once took his eyes off the other, well except for the moments when Steven walked behind him while circling, though soon the two were face to face and Alexander just remained as stoic as he possibly could, not eliciting any emotion knowing that Steven could read him like a damn book. To have him so close to him again, something that hadn't happened for so long, Alexander couldn't even begin to express what was going through his mind. All sorts of emotions, feelings that he had suppressed, the anger and the void that he'd been left with after their day to be married. EVERYTHING came flooding in and Alexander had all he could do to not let the other see it in his eyes. "You've wanted nothing from me in the last five years," he shook his head still unable to break the eye contact, so lost like he'd been in a damn trance having the other standing before him like that, "why all of a sudden now? It's personal, I get it, by why now?" What the hell had given Steven the green light to come to the island, to threaten everything that Alexander had built up since he left him. "What do you want from me, Steven?" He had most all that he could ever need from Alexander, he still captivated most of his thoughts, kept him awake on nights when Patrick wasn't there to silence his memories, invading his mind each and every time he felt true happiness - reminding him that it could all be taken away with so much as a single flip of a switch, a damn blink of an eye. He had been the best thing that'd ever happened to him, and now he was a nightmare that Alexander couldn't move past.

That familiar voice. It surely left a sour taste on the back of his throat as he heard his name being spoken by those particular lips. There had been a time when hearing his name come from Alexander’s lips had been nothing but bliss – but now… that little shit was not even worthy of speaking his name without Steven wanting to pounce on him and punch his face until he completely re-arranged the other’s bone structure. But physical conflicts were methods of barbarians. He had years to move past the urge to bash Alexander’s head against sharp corners, moving past the need to let out his frustrations in a more violent degree. But he was a Blackwell. They didn’t resort to violence to get shit done. They were prone to underhanded tactics that would always hit below the belt. And the fact that he and Alexander had been together for so long and knew each other like the back of their own hands made it so much easier to pinpoint one’s weaknesses and exploit them without remorse. With his hands on his pockets, Steven made no attempt to reach out or even move closer to the man who had broken his heart. He merely allowed Alex to walk past him and guide him to the outside of the cave – giving him a quick second to glance toward a memento of their past together. It was such a bittersweet memory. They were so happy back then. Even when they started dating – no matter how many times they would clash regarding how to get things done – they would always find a middle ground that would make them both happy. Alex challenged him and he challenged the King in return. Never a dull moment in their lives. They had been so incredibly happy and then all of that was taken away like nothing. All those happy memories and dreams just… gone. As he stepped outside, Steven made sure to keep his back turned to Alex as he glanced toward the sea. He could hear the question – What he was doing there. The pointless taunt regarding their family feud almost made him laugh ( for the King's empire was built on something that didn’t belong to them in the first place ) and neither of those things actually made Steven want to say a word. It was far more entertaining to remain silent and watch Alex sweat, wondering why the actual fuck he was there. It was only when he mentioned that he wanted to be kept out of whatever Steven had in mind that the Blackwell reacted. His head turned over to look over his shoulder – his lips curling into a rather mocking snarl. “Keep you out of it? I’m afraid that’s not possible – Lex.” If they were both predators, they would be staring right into the other’s eyes – seeking a moment of weakness to go for the jugular. “I thought you were smarter. Why do you really think I am here, huh?” Walking in circles around the other man, Steven inhaled sharply until he finally came to a halt, face-to-face with the man who had destroyed his life all those years ago. Why was he there, really? What purpose could have brought him there? Maybe to know why. Maybe to find some closure in order to move on with his life. Maybe revenge or maybe to see if there was still something there. Not even Steven could answer that question but it was funny as fuck to let Alex sweat it out.

“Why do YOU think I’m here, Lex? I can give you a hint… It’s not to congratulate you in bringing the Haus here.”

#stevenxblackwell

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Please Come On, and Stop… This Madness

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: PCOS discourse: Blood(<c>lots of it), Moodswings/Depression, Hospitalizations, Pain, Meds-potentially ineffective, did I say pain?

Confused/ Concerned/ Misguided girlfriends, Angsty past argument/Implied Cheating. Subtle/unintentional gaslighting | 3,863 Words

Another day, another mood swing am I right?

You woke up to cold, tainted sheets yet again. As you stared blankly at the ceiling, a surge of pain rushing throughout your body you were trying to figure out how you felt about it; a part of you was relieved your lovers would not have to see you like this, the other part of you was beyond desperate for some form of comfort, and the other, other part was furious and you’d no idea what for. Well, you had an idea but you believed you’d mentally moved passed it, but the angry tears falling down your cheeks and onto the pillow suggested otherwise.

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When you felt a sudden warmth between your legs, and beneath your thighs you knew it to be imperative that you get to the restroom, but the motivation to move just wasn’t there for you. After another warm rush was felt you sighed, reluctantly pushing yourself up into a sitting position you felt your heart begin to race as if you’d just ran a marathon, and you had the mind to just lay back down and close your eyes. Not wanting an even bigger mess for later was the only thing that got you to even stand up.

The bathroom was only about three steps from the bed, but in your condition it was more like a mile run, every step you took was terrifying, missions where landmines were a possibility never even scared you this much, and though that’s pathetic, it was your unwavering truth. Sighing as you looked back to see the floor free of mess you walked the last couple of steps to the toilet, you laid a throwaway towel down, then dropped your soiled clothes onto it before slipping into the shower as quickly as you could which proved to be a mistake when the world began to spin, and you violently fainted.

Up until about two months ago you’d had this all under control, your girlfriends of five years hadn’t even known of your lifelong diagnosis, and for the most part they still don’t, but they have definitely noticed the changes in you, and they were displeased to say the least, confused was their middle ground and fed up their truth. Natasha was an incredibly doting girlfriend, and Wanda had been much the same at first, but over time her sympathy had run out.

After just a month of your antics she had began to think you were just being dramatic, she has periods every month too, and so in turn she’d convinced Natasha much of the same. Though you’d definitely expected more understanding, you also couldn’t really fault them since you’d never given them the entire truth to begin with. Suffering in silence had always been the name of the PCOS game anyways since most medical professionals had no real long term solutions.

Birth control, and half baked articles about extreme diets were all you had to run with, and even then nothing was ever 100% foolproof. Still, after you started bleeding one random morning in July you realized you’d fucked up. You’d never dialed a number faster than you did when calling up your OBGYN and trying to set up a birth control consultation as you knew how dire it would be if you didn’t stop this now. Sadly you were left to manage it on your own until the second week of August rolled around.

Bewildered you began to backtrack to when it all went so wrong, you’d been so good, you’d kept up with your shots for so long it was a bit shocking to you that this had happened at all. You realized you’d just gotten too comfortable, no periods had been a luxury you had taken for granted; with the stressful wedding planning for Tony and Pepper you’d been hired for, plus with your own plans to propose to your girls you had become distracted.

Somewhere along the way the stress of it all had just caught up to you, throwing you into an unwelcome menstruation, and here you were back to bleeding profusely; it was as if an ever flowing waterfall now resided between your legs, and if you were extra lucky the rocks would flow right on through your stream too.

Even with the implementation of your chosen birth control it didn’t get better, if you were to be honest you’d say it actively only got worse. After a months time the clots never decreased in size or occurrence, your body only growing weaker with all the blood you were losing, and the prescribed necessary supplemental iron only really served to make you feel even sicker. The strangest side effect thus far though had to have been every food you once loved becoming nauseating, so to your body’s total disservice you found yourself skipping most meals, and the cycle of pains were only ever magnified.

Anemia was the perpetrator of your current state, it’s the reason most of your free time was now spent laying down; debilitating exhaustion having overruled your once functioning body, but somehow sleep still managed to evade you. When not trying to sleep one would say you were glued to the toilet, your aching muscles due to the prolonged hours spent sitting on the rough O shaped plastic was proof of that.

The fainting was new though…

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Natasha was biting her nails while Wanda paced around the quinjet, they missed you so bad, but they also knew they royally fucked up. Last time they say you—two weeks, five hours, and ten minutes ago to be exact—they’d picked a fight with you, and it had been the worst yet.

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You were curled up on the couch of your apartment under a mountain of blankets, it might’ve been Summer but you were freezing. An empty liter of orange juice sat on the glass table along with your unfinished bowl of soup. Laying on your stomach had become your only means of slowing the flow of symptoms, and you’d take any bit of reprieve possible.

The only light or noise in the room was coming from the TV where the Golden Girl reruns were playing, you mindlessly watched as the women sat around the table eating their cheesecake in their mumus. They complained about the simplest of problems, and their normally funny discourse didn’t even bring you to smile, you just continued to stare until your eyes began to droop closed.

The sudden shuffling behind the apartment door hadn’t even caught your attention, which proved just how exhausted you truly were, but at the sound of keys clashing with glass your eyes were flying wide open, and you were groaning as you brought yourself to sit up., “Hey Natty, Wands.,” you greeted, a bit lackluster for not seeing them all weekend, but they’d become increasingly used to it so that wasn’t even what upset them.

“Moya lyubov’, what’s with the blankets? It’s still 80*F.,” Natasha started in with you, and something in her tone told you it was only the beginning., “I’m cold Natty, sue me.,” Wanda’s eyes narrowed when you chose to be snarky., “It was a simple question Y/N, there was no need to be rude.” She quipped rather angrily. You tried to apologize, but it was too late, the fight they were always going to pick with you began, and there was no sign of it stopping.

“So what? We’re just wasting food now, and leaving messes behind for me to inevitably be forced to clean up?” Wanda barks out, you immediately defend yourself as you’d gotten sick and you just couldn’t handle another bite., “Oh stop it! It’s always something with you nowadays isn’t it?!,” Wanda harshly spat out, and Natasha followed her up with a groan, then she began to list off your usual ‘excuses’ in an obnoxious tone meant to mock you.

“Sorry Natty, I’m just not feeling this dinner tonight.,” she pauses to laugh bitterly., “but you’ll eat a whole pint of sherbet right after I toss out the pasta.”

“Sorry Wands, I was just so tired, I promise I’ll clean up in a bit…” the way she looks at you with pure contempt has you shrinking in on yourself., “But then an hour later the mess is still there, and you’re wide awake watching these stupid shows while Wanda, who’d worked all day, runs circles around you to clean it up.”

“I’m not in the mood guys, but I can take care of you two if you want…” Natasha’s inflection was that of an insecure lover, and it hurt you to think you’d made them feel so othered, but before you could even think to explain this whole mess away Wanda was angrily chiming in.

“If we want?! What does that even mean Y/N? Are we not good enough for you anymore? Tell us detka, are you out there getting it from someone else while you take all this time off from work? There has to be some reason for you to be so lethargic since you clearly do nothing around here all day long.”

Everything stopped when the words flew out of Wanda’s mouth, her angry muttering in direct response to Natasha’s mimicry was something you’d all registered as her going too far, and in a clear panic she’d immediately scrambled to undo it.

“Detka…,” she quietly whispered the pet name while hurriedly approaching, but you jumped up and away from her—much to your bodies upset, but you’d deal with the consequences later., “Don’t you dare fucking touch me…,” Nat tried to approach next but you further recoiled from her touch, and her heart was beating against her rib cage at the sting of your obvious rejection., “Moya lyubov’, please, she didn’t mean it.,” she pleaded but you shook your head, the fallen tears shaking onto the carpet, and you brushed right passed them.

They thought to give you some space, Natasha was making your favorite cookies, Wanda was cleaning up the mess without complaint. Both of them looked to the hallway when your shared door flew open, they were thrilled to see you after twenty long minutes had passed, but their hearts sank as you were in new clothes with a bag slung over your shoulder.

“I’m staying at Maria’s tonight, don’t try to follow me, and don’t think to call me, I’ll be back when I’m ready to talk but not a minute fucking sooner.” Wanda ignored every word you said as she flew into your body, and the way your body reflexively caught her had you really pissed off., “Wanda, get off of me now.,” she shook her head ‘no’ against your chest, and Natasha slowly approached to hopefully defuse the situation if she could at all.

“Moya lyubov’, please don’t go… We’re sorry for snapping at you, it was a rough weekend, we only wanted to come home to cuddle you. Obviously it’s no excuse but we were just so residually angry that it came out at you.,” Natasha was on the verge of tears as she spoke because your normally forgiving resolve was gone, and instead she was faced with this angry, almost bitter version of you.

As angry as you were you refused to yell again, because deep down you planned to forgive them, especially since this is partially your fault for leaving them in the dark for so long, but tonight wouldn’t be when you did, probably not tomorrow either, but eventually.

“If this was a once over I’d believe you Nat, but it’s been weeks of this offensive bickering. It’s like you two don’t actually seem to care about what it is that’s affecting me, not once have you guys tried to reach any deeper than the surface, you’re clearly only concerned on how it displaces the both of you, and your precious orgasms. So no, I am not staying.”

Natasha shakily nodded in understanding, she even reached out to help you with Wanda, but first she wiped the tear from your cheek and you naturally leant into her touch, the comfort you’d been craving all weekend was finally there, but with the words still fresh in your mind you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it.

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While Natasha was worried about the fight Wanda had a deeper pit of concern building, she had always had this sixth sense when it came to her loved ones, and right now it was completely flaring off the charts., “Friday, how long until we land?”

“Ten minutes Miss Maximoff., Wanda sighed, it’d be another twenty to get back home to you., “Okay, change of plans, please detour to the field by our apartment, put the jet in incognito mode.” Natasha looked up to her with frantic eyes when she heard her concerned voice, only then did she notice the way she clutched her abdomen in pain, she knew then that her nails weren’t going to survive the next five minutes.

Once they sprinted through the door they could hear the shower running, Natasha’s shoulders fell as she visibly calmed, but Wanda’s only tensed further as the pit grew, so she rushed passed Natasha, and the redhead followed. “Detka? We’re home…,” Natasha announced, but as the door flew open she was perplexed, your bedroom was beyond steamy, and then her eyes fell to the mattress painted in sizable splotches of a deep crimson red.

“Fuck.,” both of them were rushing into the bathroom, the drops of blood on the floor, and the massive clumps of it on your clothes were all a bit confusing to the former assassin, but she ignored her need for answers, climbing into the tub without so much as shutting the water off so that she could press her fingers to your neck to check for your pulse., “She’s still alive, but she’s cold to the touch, and she doesn’t look good at all Wands.”

When glancing up she noticed Wanda was visibly shaking, tears were welling up in her eyes, and Natasha just didn’t have time for it., “Not right now Wanda, go get some warm clothes and meet me at the bed!” Wanda whimpered but did as she was told while Natasha was quick to pull your limp form out of the tub, the freezing cold water and bruise already on your face telling her you’d been her for at least an hour if not longer, and it was taking every bit of her training not to lose it.

After you’d been slipped into the sweat suit they rushed you onto the quinjet, and though you were unconscious your body was shivering. Nat was flying the jet while Wanda sat with your frigid hand in hers, sobbing out pleads for you to just be okay, and in an attempt to keep you warm she encased you in her powers. She had nothing more to offer you at the moment, and when Dr. Cho who’d only ever treated you for mission wounds was asking questions, that neither of your girlfriends could answer with total certainty, it had made them even more frustrated that they’d let so much evade them.

“She’s severely anemic, her hemoglobin is barely above seven and that’s nearing critical any idea on as to how this came about?,” They’d been initially stunned into silence, and before either of them could attempt to answer Agent Hill was approaching., “Back up idiots, my sister here has PCOS, and is currently in a horrible flare up. To answer your other question she got the depo shot last month but it’s not working fast enough, and she’s on a shit load of supplements listed on this paper.”

Cho nodded, then immediately got to work, she attached you to an IV for the accompanying malnourishment, then she got you started on a blood transfusion before running a plethora of tests while your girlfriends were forced to watch from outside of an operating room., “Why didn’t she tell us?!,” Wanda squeaks just as loud as her shoes do when she paces around the hall., “I don’t know..” Natasha sighs with her head in her hands as her formerly held back tears are readily flowing over her cheeks.

“You two are incredibly dense.,” Maria groaned as her fingers rubbed circles against her temple to alleviate the stress this has brought her., “She thought it would resolve like it usually does after she gets back on birth control, but when it didn’t you’d already started giving her the cold shoulder, and her hormones were all over the place so she closed off to the idea.,” Maria rolls her eyes at their incredulous expressions, and deadpans., “You’d think with a trained spy, and mind reader for girlfriends you’d have both been made aware long ago.”

“You three can come in now.,” Dr. Cho murmurs without looking up from your test results, and they all rush in, your ashamed lovers stopping to see just how different you looked after nearly three months of suffering through this alone, and before they were breaking down again they tuned into Cho’s important readings.

“We ran an EKG because her pulse was a bit too high for our liking, and fortunately it came back without any means for concern. However, she suffered a concussion from the fall, so even with all our current measures to raise her levels it might take a bit longer than normal for her to wake up but that’s not meant to cause concern. Y/N’s pretty lucky, the IV was able to warm her body back up, her shivering had ceased within ten minutes of receiving the fluids, and in an hour we’ll start her on another round of both fluids and blood, and hopefully we’ll bring the life back to her currently lackluster skin.”

All parties attention was back on you when she’d left the room, Maria the first to approach your side, settling a kiss to your cheek before glaring at your misguided lovers., “I’ll be upstairs in my office giving you three space, but I expect hourly updates, are we clear?,” content with their nods she left the room.

Wanda and Natasha sat there for hours in bitter silence, neither having much to say as they relived through the last few months with you., “This is all my fault…,” Wanda eventually cuts through the thick silence, and Natasha just stares at her in the hopes for her to elaborate., “She tried to tell us in the beginning, but I brushed her off as being dramatic, and then I convinced you too. She had nowhere else to go, and we just made her even more miserable, hell, I even accused her of cheating on us.” Natasha brokenly hums in agreement., “Yeah, we both made our share of mistakes here, and we’re all definitely paying for it, she wouldn’t even see us before we left for out mission, and now she’s the one in the damn hospital.”

“Do you think she’ll forgive us?,” Wanda cries, and Natasha reaches over you to hold her free hand., “It’s Y/N/N, I can almost bet you she already has, I even kind of saw it in her eyes before she left that night that she was trying to. We have a lot of apologizing to do Wands, but I think for now I’m just going to watch her sleep and be grateful she’s still alive to forgive us.”

Natasha took the first session in staying up, Wanda had been far more drained from the mission anyways so it was only fair, plus, she couldn’t imagine not being awake when your eyes finally fluttered open. Alas, her eagerness to stay up faded fast as the adrenaline from the day had worn off, so while Wanda was cuddled up next to you, snoring away the Widow had also fallen asleep with her head lying over your abdomen, and her hand was firmly in yours.

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When you finally came to you were beyond disoriented, a heavy weight on your stomach, and against your side only furthering your confusion, but a waft of cinnamon, and vanilla told you exactly who was occupying your space. It took all of your energy to do it, but you had managed to open your eyes, and just as you’d expected you were in the medbay.

Natasha’s face was smushed up against your stomach, her lips in a parted pout, and you even saw a little drool layering your nightgown. Wanda had the benefit of the better position, so her appearance was far more put together, but the loud snoring in your ear leveled them. With the gentle stroke of your hand over her face Natasha jolted up, relief filling her when you smiled at her, but then she was nearly back to crying when you completely dodged her kiss.

“You’re all drooly…” You teased, she smirked, then began to litter your face with the nastiest open mouthed kisses, your nose hairs burning when her morning breath wafted their way, and your exaggerated gagging had her pulling back to glare at you, but then your pout melted her back down, and she gave you a proper kiss. Wanda waited for the moment to end before clearing her throat, and looking to you with glazed over eyes, and so you laid your forehead to hers., “Oh my sensitive witch, what is it?”

Natasha snorted, then left to collect breakfast and the doctor, and left the two of you with a chance to talk., “I’m so sorry I dismissed you detka, you deserved so much more than we were giving you.,” Wanda’s body shivered as your still cold to the touch hand cupped her cheek to pull her in for a gentle kiss., “No, I think I should apologize first, because had I just been honest from the start then none of the rest of this would’ve happened honey.,” Wanda repeatedly pecked your lips, and a warm smile met her when she finally pulled back., “I think it’s safe to say we’re all sorry.”

You nodded thoughtfully, but then as Natasha reentered the room you smirked., “However, I do have the excuse of hormonal imbalances on my side… What is it you two had hm? HIBS?” Natasha looks to you with a challenging brow, knowing you’re likely to say something stupid, but Wanda just looks at you with confused eyes., “Horny insufferable bitch syndrome?”

“Good to see you’re feeling better…” Dr Cho greets, and you hide your face into the cackling witches neck., “Your 7AM check in had come back with normal levels, you’re all free to go.” Then she was gone just as fast as she had arrived after helping to detach you from the machinery, and Natasha was even faster when she scooped you up, and carried your giggling form all the way to the car.

The drive back home was reminiscent of the way things usually were between you three, all present parties hearts beaming with joy, and you realize then that all you ever needed to do was tell them the truth. Open communication is the foundation to any relationship that’s wishing to outlast the end of time…

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Chapter 1: Who's This One?

Summary: Y/N is an acquaintance of Natasha during her time in Budapest with Clint. What happens when she notices someone stumbling upon her old apartment and confronts the person?

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: brief mentions of violence and cursing

Translation:

болтун - Blabbermouth

мудак - Asshole

Я хорошо тебя понимаю - I understand you well

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"See who the intruder is. Romanoff or not, kill the nosy fucker."

Those were the words she was given by the boss. She was way too familiar with the name mentioned to her because of how funny her story was when she met the Black Widow. Y/N played the dangerous life of letting her and the man she was with go when she was in pursuit of them. A bounty had been put on both of their heads after the supposed death of General Dreykov happened and his 'business' partners did not take the problem lightly. So she was hired by of them to deal with the people responsible and she was fortunate to find where they hid. Yet even if she liked the money she'd get if she killed the two, Dreykov's death was more fascinating to her. Y/N never met the man, but the stories she had heard about him and how he takes orphaned or sold babies and uses them as his weapons for power disgusted her. So she proposed buying Natasha and Barton some time to flee the country and wanted nothing in return. Though her motives were speculative at that time the two had no time to be questionable of her and took her word and were never heard since. That was until the battle in New York happened.

But even if that was years ago, the bounty was still up and now she was on her way to where the redhead was settling when she temporarily lived here.

Casually she had greeted the locals nearby by smiling at them. Some smiled back and others send a nod. Y/N already took what message they were trying to say and hovered her hand where her pistol was when she reached the floor through the elevator. Warily she gave attention to her surroundings and tried her best to walk as quietly as she could, but curses those combat boots she had worn. There were many shoes she could have chosen and yet she decided to be stylish today. She stopped by the door of the apartment and heard faint shuffling inside. Her hands went to find her lockpick and unlocked the door with ease before she picked up her gun and held it securely. Y/N took a deep breath to ready herself before carefully placing her hand by the doorknob and twisting it.

"I don't think loitering around is a good idea." A voice was heard as she enters the apartment with her attention focused around her and closed the door quietly behind her with her foot.

Y/N kept herself from commenting and stayed alert. Her grasp stayed on her weapon as she cautiously walks closer to the source of the voice. The hallway was empty as she scanned each corner of it and saw nothing but fake paintings hanging by the walls and cheap paint slightly peeling off the cement. It was unnaturally quiet. Tension rose in the room as she calculated the number of scenarios that could happen. A directed look was done on the first two doors she had passed and had no sign of anyone. One room looked like a small guest bedroom and a walk-in closet while the second room seemed to be a hidden armory as various types of guns were displayed on the wall neatly.

"Not a talker I guess?" She knew it wasn't a question.

And how ironic her statement was.

Before she could walk any further to the next room, a sudden force had pushed her to her side and pinned her to the closest wall. Y/N's gun was slapped away from her hold and she felt another one being pressed by her temple. An arm had uncomfortably pressed by her neck while the other was on the gun that had been aimed at her head. The metal was cold as it rested on her temple and the hold on her arm was tight. Y/N had her hands on the very arm that choked her. Though it was unprofessional of her, the unexpected laugh she emitted contrasted with the situation she had been placed in and finally had a glimpse of her attacker.

A blondie.

"You're not Natasha." Y/N dictated with an amused tone and smirked at the woman before her.

"Who do you work for?" The blonde demands as she continues to have her pistol on her head with determination glistening in her eyes. Even if she knew this woman was serious, she couldn't help herself find humor in it.

But she wasn't dumb enough to ignore how much charm this blonde woman had.

Hazel eyes stared at her closely as she observes her attacker's appearance. It was almost brown if it’s not noticed, but they lean more toward a darker shade of green. Round face, thin pink lips that looked a little dry but not too bothersome to look at, ears had gold piercings and her voice was sharp and had a familiar accent that had taken her back to the first time she met Natasha. She stood not too tall from the mercenary, but maybe she only towered by an inch or two. Y/N would have been frozen if she had met her on a different occasion. Assuming how old this woman was, she looked relatively younger than her but not too young. Probably two to three years younger than she was.

"Oh, that's a matter of debate right now." She answers dryly while expressing a wondering face with a hum.

Y/N wasn't lying. Technically if she were to be caught fleeing with the famous Black Widow unharmed, she would be a new favorite target. Especially for Edzel. The boss' persistence had been something that had been greatly observed during her time operating in his empire. She had already orchestrated her getaways and contacts to reach if she were to set off a new life and had the resources to supply herself for as long as she pleased. But something tells Y/N that she had unfinished business with Natasha. If she were to show up as how she had been expected to be then maybe there's something better for her to do than hide. Her father didn't raise a coward.

"Well, I guess I will take you out." Y/N's eyebrow quirk at her. She quickly landed her knee on her attacker's rib and was released from the lock. The opportunity let her go and try grabbing her gun back from the ground,

But fate was not on her side as a bullet landed near where her hand had been before she pulled it away when she heard the gunshot. Y/N's eyes darted back to her foe with her weapon following any of her moves.

"On a date or with that gun?" The woman furrowed her eyes with her stance wide. She slowly stood back up.

"I mean I don't mind going on a date." Y/N verified.

Her words had troubled the blonde and as an opening, she then kicked the weapon from her hand. Y/N then reached her gun and quickly aimed at her but she beat her to it and spun around her before knocking her feet from behind with her weapon sliding further away. Pain greeted her when her back landed on the ground with a thud. A groan slipped out from her lips and when she opened her eyes a fist was making its way to her face and immediately she turned to her side to dodge the attack. She then pushed herself up from the ground and offered a mischievous smile at the woman with both of their guards unfazed. Judging from the fighting style she had, it felt too familiar. When her mind finally picked up who she thought of, her eyes widened and she stared at the blonde in front of her.

"Another widow, huh?" Her realization caught up to her.

"The spin gave it away," Y/N added to her statement and saw the reaction her foe made. The woman narrowed her eyes when she realized her identity has been breached.

Before she could talk further, she was then caught off guard when the blonde jumped on her and went to the familiar strategy to use her body weight to fall. Y/N had lied back on the ground with both of her arms being pressed to the floor by the widow in one hand. She learned fast that the blonde was straddling her waist and looked at her with a pained expression.

"болтун (Blabbermouth). I take back what I said."

Y/N was then punched out of her consciousness.

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Y/N slowly woke up to a voice nearby though it was muffled. Y/N didn't rush herself to get a grasp of the situation; before she could try to think any further pain had popped into her head. Moaning her discomfort was able to catch the attention of the source of the voice she heard earlier. Gradually the footsteps she was hearing got clearer than earlier. They weren't heavy steps. Almost as light as a cat. Y/N attempted to remember what had happened before she blacked out, but the headache she experienced countered it. Mentally she cursed at it.

"You know her?" Someone had asked, almost sounding too shocked to believe.

She didn't pay much attention to what their conversation was about, but as she got a hold of her consciousness Y/N realized her arms were tied behind her back by something. From the way she felt the material, it seemed to be some type of cloth. Her feet suffered the same treatment. Delicate hands were placed on her shoulder and heard another voice call her name.

"Y/N?"

"Gosh, how much did I drink..." She wondered as she slowly opened her eyes and felt a buzzing headache accompanying her wake.

"You weren't drunk, you were hit in the head too hard."

The voice was too familiar. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she focused her vision on the person crouching in front of her by blinking multiple times and saw the redhead she had been waiting to see again. Her hair had been tied to a braid and a bit clean and almost the same as it was years ago. Green eyes bore at her and they were unreadable, she couldn't figure if she was happy to see her again.

"What in the- Romanoff?" Her tone was truthful to be surprised on seeing her.

Natasha offered her signature smirk to the woman after receiving her reaction and went to grab something behind her back, almost like she was hugging her. Y/N recognized that she was trying to untie her hands. She looked around her surroundings to see that she was in another room. A big closet room. Though even in the dim setting she was in she saw a familiar blonde standing by a tall wardrobe and carefully watched the woman helping her. Her eyes widened when the moments earlier finally came back to her. Y/N then turned her head back to Natasha who was able to get her ties off from her hands and stood up.

"You do realize that bounty is still up, right?" She had to make it known. Y/N was now worried that since Natasha was here meant there would be more trouble.

"I'm not dumb enough to go here, Y/N. Of course, I knew." Romanoff simply stated.

"Bounty?"

"I mean she is still wanted for blowing the shit out of Dreykov. I'm sure that's been mentioned already." The woman reminded them of what happened the last time Natasha was here while getting the ties on her feet loose.

She saw the blonde scoff at them as she finished stuffing clothes in a satchel.

"You two actually believe that he is dead." She heard the other widow state as she leave the room with her bag.

The statement woke her up. 'Dreykov is alive? Y/N thought as she stood up and followed Natasha who tailed the blonde. 'If he was alive then why was the bounty still up?' She continued inside her head and couldn't help herself feel stupid about being played by her 'Boss' or maybe he didn't know that he was alive either. That man was as stupid as a cow and was only feared because of his power and resources. Y/N silently swore to beat the shit out of the boss once she's able to settle her current situation and also come after the rest of his links. It was for the best to exterminate everyone who associated with him to prevent a vengeance story for someone.

Now that she thought about it, it was time to execute her plan in case she was caught for letting Natasha and Clint go.

The other woman had led them to the hidden armory she saw earlier when she entered the apartment.

"Who's this one?" Y/N referred to the other widow she stood up against earlier. She heard Natasha let out a sigh before answering calmly,

"She's my sister."

Y/N stopped her track and looked between them both, trying to see the resemblance of the two, and saw Natasha's sister roll her eyes at her before she tried to stuff some ammo in her bag. 'They couldn't be related, could they?' She doubted as she rubbed her eyes and uttered profanities in Hungarian when she felt a sudden jolt of pain in that area. Y/N then looked back to the blonde who innocently smiled at her.

"Very funny, blonde widow." She grunted.

"The name is Yelena, мудак (Asshole)," Yelena informed her with a sassy intuition. Little did she know that Y/N knew exactly what she just said. She then rolled her eyes at the nickname she called her and snapped back.

"Я хорошо тебя понимаю (I understand you well). And for the record, I don't remember saying our names while we were busy pouncing at each other." It was Natasha's turn to roll her eyes at their immature behavior.

"Shut up both of you, what do you mean we believe Dreykov is dead? I killed him." She clarifies to her sister who scoffed at her. Y/N then went back to the area where they fought earlier and tried to look for the gun that was forcefully disarmed from her. Though as much as he was busy searching for it she silently listened to the two widows talking.

"We rigged bombs."

"Who's we?" Yelena asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to Shield." Natasha informed her, "Simple as that?" The blonde asked her further and suddenly there was a pause between them. Y/N smirked when she saw the presence of her weapon and picked it up with care. She then heard the redhead say something to her sister before walking to another room.

"Simple as in blowing up a five-story building and having a shoot-out with the Hungarian forces," Y/N responded to her as she checked her pistol in case it was still loaded while tailing Natasha from behind.

"Took Barton and I ten days to get out of Budapest. Probably longer if it wasn't for Y/N's help." The older widow continues.

"And you three checked the body to confirm the kill?" Yelena pried.

Both of them witness Natasha take a shot of vodka. Y/N already knew what she was going to answer because of how much time she and the rest of the other mercenaries she worked with came looking for the damn corpse. She thinks back to how much disappointment she earned from the boss that day. Y/N then poured herself two shots to try and counter the pain she was feeling around her head, keeping her ears open from the conversation the two were having. Just as she finishes downing both shots at the same time she heard muffled footsteps above.

The next thing they knew, the roof blew up, and Yelena had pushed her.

Both she and the blonde had hidden together in the left corner of the kitchen. Y/N was quick to her feet to follow her lead and noticed beams of red light moving steadily as it finds a perfect target around the area. Yelena had taken a quick peek to see their attacker and pulled herself back to hide again when she realized who they were.

"Widows?" The mercenary quietly guessed and watch her nod. Her fingers had formed signs to tell her to go along with her as swift as she could and Y/N had shaken her head to agree.

On Yelena's signal, both of them sprinted to where the redhead had escaped with bullets trailing their back. The pair had rushed towards the main hall and to the other bathroom when Natasha stopped them and pinned them both on the wall. She realizes who they were and the younger sibling went to reach for a switch next to her, flash of explosives could be seen in the main hallway happening. The trio used this opportunity for their departure as they make a run for the main door and towards the main stairs, only to be shot at by someone else from the bottom floor and the stairs who they presume were widows as well. Y/N's headache had been long forgotten and now she had thought of other mercenaries having eyes on her here.

"Just a heads up, widows aren't the only one that is hunting us down." She warned the two.

"Well shit, then where are we heading at?" Natasha's dominant voice directs to her sister who hurled a grenade down the staircase, "Eastside, motorbike!"

They climbed to the next floor where Yelena had directed them to the east side of the building. Bullets would occasionally pass through the windowed hallway as Y/N realized that there are snipers stationed in the other buildings. It wasn't long till they exited through a window and efficiently dashed on the roof of the building where they supposedly reached a dead end, but the blonde had a smart idea of using the chimney as their getaway. Y/N looked around their area for any threats and behind them noticed a widow and a mercenary rushing for them immediately the trio held onto the chimney as it declines. The pursuit continued as she jumped to grab Natasha's hand with her trying not to let her fall, but the widow tries to stab her hand with a knife she grabbed from her thigh and it caused her to fall to her doom. The mercenary on the other hand had held onto Y/N's foot and had her slipping a little from her grip.

When the said chimney had crashed to the other side of the building, it had caused her and Yelena to be heaved to the side of the window, breaking the glass. Well, she didn't exactly land perfectly as both her arms held onto the ledge with bits of broken glass piercing her palms while the mercenary that had a grip on her earlier had lost his clutch as he dropped to the surface. Y/N had let out a cry from their landing. It wasn't long till the blonde had recovered from her landing and looked for both of her party, seeing the mercenary first with worry in her hazel eyes.

"A little help?!" She hurriedly calls and shortly her company helped her up.

Yelena then caught a glimpse of her sister on the ground floor as she pull her up and slipped inside the room together. Y/N had landed on the blonde and was pushed off her body for her to roll to the side. She exhaled loudly as she lie on the ground with one hand on her chest.

"Come on, Natasha's downstairs." It didn't need for her to think it through and listen to Yelena.

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The chase wasn't one of the best things she's ever had. Her adrenaline rush had died down when they were able to steer clear of a masked assassin and a few mercenaries that hunted them down after they had crashed the stolen car into a subway. Natasha had led them to the vents where she had to listen to the sisters talk about how this was where she and Barton had hidden and about Dreykov's daughter and how she was caught in the fire when the pair had blown up the building that Dreykov had been residing when he was in Budapest years ago. The poor child didn't deserve what had happened to her and she can empathize a little with Natasha's guilt. For one time an emotion was written all over Natasha's face while she shared the story. As she sat there between the siblings, she felt a pang of pain in her left side and winced at it. Blood had been imprinted on her hand when she went to carefully pat where the pain had been planted. Maybe it was the adrenaline that got her preoccupied with the pain. Natasha was easy to notice the noise she made and scooted closer to check up on her wound.

"You certainly haven't changed at all, Y/N." She observed while examining her side with a knowing smirk.

This wasn't the first time she has ever gotten herself injured while helping her on the run. It was then that she had been stabbed on the thigh before when she faced another mercenary hand-to-hand combat when she found her and Clint on the edge of the city. Y/N easily overpowered the person, but they left a nasty stab on her when she delivered the final blow. Treating the wound wasn't the best time of her life since she had to wait out a few more days in order to let them get out of the country. She was lucky she didn't have an infection.

"Just say you missed me, red." Natasha had chuckled a little at her remark as she accompanied it with a wink and see her snatch a cloth from her sister's bag to use for tying around her injury to apply pressure and avoid her from bleeding out.

"How's Clint by the way?” Y/N wonders as she takes a few sharp breaths when she tied the cloth,

"Well, he's not in the best place right now, but he's fine." The redhead explains and finishes her work. She sends a nod in her way to say her thanks and sighed softly.

"You seem like you've been very busy." Natasha tries to make more conversation with her as she stayed close to her.

"Not as busy as you. You're out here fighting aliens and I'm still hired to kill." Y/N's words had faltered her smirk a little bit, but since it was Natasha, she made sure for her not to notice it, "But it's not much. Barely left this place for years and I always keep on tabs if ever you're around." She proceeds calmly as she wipes away the blood from her hand.

"Always so sweet now are we?"

She hummed attentively at her tease before she turned to notice Yelena staring at her with caution, her hazel eyes had dwindled while watching their interaction. There was nothing to blame for her distrusting demeanor towards her since she's a stranger to her. Y/N then nonchalantly extended her clean hand, offering it.

"I'm Y/N by the way." The mercenary introduced herself with a careless smile.

Yelena had stared at her hand and kept her guard up while shaking it quickly, "You know how many friends do you have around this area?” She questions her after dropping her hand, assuming she had referred to her fellow mercenaries. Natasha had returned to her spot earlier and kept a watchful eye under their hiding spot.

"Well, we're near the busiest area so yeah - a handful is here. But I know a route to dodge them all." Y/N responds with determination in her eyes.

Because she was sure that she's target number one now.

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The three had found themselves away from the most dangerous place they could find themselves in. Y/N was careful to lead their way safely and she was successful at doing so. Growing in this country has her almost memorizing paths around the area and creating escape routes in case her plan doesn't go as it seems. They ended settling in a gas station when Y/N had made sure the coast was clear for them for now. Yelena had stripped out of her gray blazer while she had it hang on the sling of her bag. She let herself wash the smudge of dried blood off her hand and the dirt that had been settling on her face for hours by now. Yelena and Natasha have engaged themselves in a conversation and she let them while she buys off some medical supplies for them to clean off her wound and the younger widow's.

“Why do you always do that thing?” Yelena curiously asks while waiting for Y/N to pay, “Do what?” Her sister specifies.

“The thing you do when you’re fighting.” Natasha then looks at her with raised eyebrows.

“You know- Like the-” Both of them then watch her bent down to exhibit a pose, “This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you’re fighting with the arms and the hair, and you do like a fighting pose.” The blonde crackles as she showcases the hair-flipping she means and Y/N hummed with amusement in her action. Natasha on the other hand was confused,

“It’s a fighting pose. You’re a total poser.” The younger sister concludes which the older defends herself quickly,

“I’m not a poser.”

“I mean don’t we all pose when we’re fighting?” Y/N makes a point that the redhead agreed on with pursed lips.

“Oh, come on! I mean, they’re great poses, but it does look like she thinks everyone’s looking at her like all the time.” She only sends an amused look at her.

Natasha then went on to defend herself even more by saying how she spent most of her time doing something good for the hurt she’s inflicted. The change of tone in their conversation then had made Y/N from commenting further and deciding to focus on the cashier who pointed at the final price. Though she did notice Yelena walkout after pointing out that no matter how much Natasha tries to do good, by the end of the day both of them were trained killers but she wasn’t endorsed by children for it. Needless to say the mercenary sort of acknowledges her on that.

The trio had settled themselves by a near diner where Natasha went to buy some food and came back to see them cleaning their wounds on their table. Y/N was lucky hers was a clean shot and nothing too serious to worry about. She was familiar with removing bullets that she didn’t have to see someone professional to get it removed and cleaned. Both sisters had talked about the vials of synthetic gas that they have been bringing along with them how Yelena was sent to destroy them and how she was freed by an older widow was their target. Y/N couldn’t imagine how it must have felt for her to wake up at the horror she has caused. After settling in with herself, she notices Yelena drifting off while holding a disinfectant with her other hand. Y/N decided to sit up from her seat where she had positioned herself the opposite way from the blonde and pulled the nearest chair for her to sit on. This had pulled Yelena away from her world and noticed her grab the bandages on the table and unroll a manageable amount of them. Natasha keeps a watchful eye between them.

“What are you doing?” Yelena asks with a wary tone.

“Relax, little lady. I’m just lending a hand because you seem like you have a lot of thoughts in your head.” Y/N consoles her, her eyes keeping a steady contact with her as she borrows the bottle from her to take over.

With no choice, she lets her do so and lays her other hand on the table. The mercenary had gone to dab the disinfectant on the piece of bandage before offering a look to the widow, asking for permission. Yelena nods and watches her clean her injury like glass, so tender and soft. It had contrasted with how she handled her earlier when they first met.

“Where will you go?” The avenger asks her with green eyes glistening comfort.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.” Y/N answers, her shoulders shrugging with her response while tidying up Yelena’s wound, “I have some places to crash, but I don’t know if that’ll be something I would enjoy. Maybe I’ll stick around if you guys will have me.” As she looks between the sisters, the blonde had furrowed eyes she looks at her.

“You got something in your mind?” Y/N thread lightly as she spares her a glance,

“Why are you helping?” Her inquisitiveness shows.

“Technically I can’t hang around with my friends anymore now that they saw me running with the Black Widow so,” The woman simply answers while gesturing to her sister who scoffs innocently and looks down. She then takes note of the grimace on her face when she squeezed the wound together and used a medical tape to press them together.

“I was nearly taken by Dreykov’s men when I was a babe, but someone adopted me.” Y/N opens up,

“I was told what would’ve happened to me if I were to be brought to the notorious Red Room. Needless to say, I wanted to cherish my life for what I had even if I was ditched by my mother.” She smiles only for a second before picking up the rest of the bandage roll and neatly wrapping it up around Yelena's arm.

“But the thing is, I chose to be paid to kill and protect people. Though the people I protect aren’t the cleanest, it still felt safer than taking someone’s life. When I heard that Dreykov was blown up by none other than Natasha and a Shield agent with a bow, it felt like I had a way out. I decided to help them get off Edzel’s tail and I did.” She finishes along with her bandage.

“Did a pretty good job at it too.” Natasha butts in with a smirk which made her smile with her eyes.

“With a few stab wounds and an angry boss who’s clueless about what I have done.” Y/N shamelessly went on and it had caused her friend to shake her head at the statement.

“After that, I pretty much chose to protect more people rather than kill them. I had to take it slow to prevent any suspicion from everyone - I still do.” Her words made her chuckle shortly.

The story of her childhood has something she’s barely shared with anyone other than Natasha herself. Her life contrasted both of theirs as she mentioned that she had a choice to pick what she wanted to do in her life while the sisters were forced into that life. Y/N can’t imagine the nightmare they get to live with for those years of training and dehumanization implemented on them. All of them deserved better than that. The mercenary moved her focus back to the blonde who comes off a bit at ease with her but still held the reluctance in her eyes.

“Does that answer your worries, little lady?” She utters softly towards Yelena who pays attention to every word she had said and nods.

“I don’t mind you two coming along with me putting down the Red Room.” Both of them hear the redhead claim.

Y/N then stands up to sit back next to Natasha and takes a triumphant swig from her beer that had been offered to her by Yelena. The invitation brought a relaxed gaze from the younger widow who now puts on a dark green vest and zips it up. She had speculated where the hell did she get that from, but it did look good on her though. Y/N approved that.

“Sounds like a shit ton of work” The younger sister comments with a content smile. She couldn’t help but nod on that, “And a lot of headaches to cause.” Y/N realizes and presses her lips loathly.

“Yep. Could be fun though.”

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issaxcharlie · 4 years ago

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Ghost Of You 2/2

Pairing: Ghost! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke, Reggie and Alex have to assimilate their loss. For Luke of his girlfriend, and for the others of their best friend after suddenly learning that she didn’t have the future they imagined, and instead died 23 years ago.

Thank you to @cookiebuba for being the head of the entire idea and trusting me with it, and to Emy for almost holding my hand to force me to write🤣💜

PART 1 HERE

“It can’t be.”

“Luke, I-”

"No, Julie. You are not telling me that the woman of my life, the purest person who has ever stepped on this world, not only lost her partner and her best friends, but was only able to live her life for two more years and then ended in a horrible accident. It's as if life wanted to torture her before taking her too.”

“Love of ?... Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away. Of course.”

“I- It can’t be true, please tell me it’s not true, Julie.”

“Luke... she loved you so much.”

He falls on the floor. The impact is strong, as if his legs have stopped working.

"I know." He whispers slowly, his gaze empty as multiple tears fall from his eyes.

The rest of the gang threw themselves to the ground around him and hugged him with all their might, trying to unite his broken pieces without any success. Alex and Reggie each crying silently over the loss of their sweet friend.

“What day did she pass away? Alex whispers.

"Let me search, one moment." Julie gets up quickly and checks on her laptop to find a little note about the singer's death.

"The rising singer Y/N Y/L who had just released the biggest hit of her career passed away this afternoon in a terrible car accident after leaving the cemetery where her late boyfriend, Luke Patterson, was buried. Y/L was there in commemoration of the 2 years of the loss of the aspiring musician, who died from a sudden tragic intoxication along with the rest of his band. Something to rescue from this tragedy is that at least she's already reunited with her eternal love. May both rest in peace.”

“This can’t be. My Y/N can’t be gone. Not her, not like that.” Luke is still in denial, unable to believe that his little girl suffered such a terrible ending.

“Maybe she’s not. There's still a chance that she's also a ghost.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right. We need to look out for her, we can't write her off without trying to find her first.” Reggie's eyes sparkle with hope, rushing to cover Alex's mouth in case he says anything other than motivating.

Luke takes his flannel and disappears immediately. Both Reggie and Alex stare sadly at Julie who simply whispers a "go, he needs you." They nod and teleport to their friend.

As expected, Luke is in front of the window of an old music store. He met his girlfriend here so many years ago, the day his parents agreed to buy him his first guitar.

The store had a small section where customers could try out some instruments and she was playing the guitar they had there and singing for the small audience. It seemed like it was something she did often because both the workers and certain customers seemed familiar with the girl.

Luke was captivated by her from the first moment. The energy and passion that radiated from her in every move was unreal. He had never seen anyone happier, much less singing with a borrowed guitar from a small downtown store.

The store is completely abandoned, so without saying anything he comes in and walks towards the small stage.

The ghosts of two 12-year-old kids singing together into the microphone invades his memory. If they only knew.

"Do you remember what was the first thing she said to you?" Reggie and Alex sit next to him on the floor, looking straight at the very small stage. They both try to imagine what their friends must have looked like singing here together the first time. Luke totally invading little Y/N's presentation trying to captivate her with his 0% music experience and 100% of enthusiasm.

Luke laughs through tears. "You have the voice of a country singer."

Alex starts crying when he imagines her. He met her just a few weeks later so he knows exactly how she must have looked and sound.

Reggie smiles while shedding a tear, remembering all those afternoons Y/N convinced Luke to join them in their country sessions. He knows that's why Luke hasn't wanted to know anything about country or his songs since they got back. They remind him of his sweet girl.

“I was so offended. I still didn't know anything about music but I had already decided that I would be a rocker. If I hadn't already been so dazzled by her I would have left without looking back.”

“And what did you answer to defend your honor?”

"You think so?" The three of them start laughing while still crying. A heartbreaking mix of pain comes from their chests.

“C’mon guys, next stop.”

The three of them were teletransporting around the city during the day without any success. Luke's desperation increasing for every place the songwriter wasn't.

At night the three decide to go back to the studio. Luke is heartbroken, bloated after crying all day, eyes red and sore, and whatever it was that was driving him to continue, off.

His friends couldn't do much for him either because each was living the loss in their own way, concentrating on living their own pain until they could process it.

Julie wraps them in blankets on the couch and tries to fill them with love, making sure to hug Luke tightly, who seems about to fall apart.

“Does anyone want to talk about her? Maybe it could make you feel better.”

“She was my entire soul, the words and melody in each of my songs. I just, I love her more than anything in this world. I would give anything for her. My guitar, my voice, my songs, whatever it took for us to be together. I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but we belong together.”

“We know you do, man.”

“I didn't tell you but I dream about her almost every night since we got back. It is always the same dream. She is in bed, leaving my side intact. She's wearing one of my shirts and hugging my favorite one while sobbing. She falls asleep listening to the ballad I wrote for her soaked in tears and no matter how hard I try to wake her up, I can't get her to see or hear me. I can’t get her. After a few minutes she gets up still asleep and begins to dance as we did so many times, but alone. Then she stops and starts crying again inconsolably. And that's when I wake up."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. She deserved so much more." Reggie walks over to hug him, his head resting on his arm while he sobs.

“We couldn't even say goodbye to her.” Alex cries, his eyes completely red.

“We already know that she visited your graves, perhaps we could do the same, dedicate a few words to her.” Julie offers in an attempt to help them find some peace.

Luke looks devastated, but he nods his head as tears continue to fall from his face, the ring that his girlfriend gave him going in and out of his finger. Alex hugs Julie while she strokes his hair in an effort to calm him down and Reggie runs up to get a notebook and pencil to start planning what to say to his best friend tomorrow.

The three of them hang around all night, crying, writing, hugging, remembering the spark of Sunset Curve. In the morning before going to visit her, they realize is exactly the 25th anniversary of that tragic night that changed the lives of the four forever. Luke nearly punches a hole in the wall upon hearing the sad coincidence.

Her grave is right next to Luke's, who has never been here before and can't help but feel a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” Reggie tells the guitarist as he takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips.

"Hello, princess. Long time, huh? I'm Reggie, by the way. In case you don't recognize me from the slight change in my hair. I am trying a little more gel, I want something more elegant and classic. What do you think? Yes, I also thought you would like it.” Julie and Alex smile at hearing him talk to her as natural as possible.

“I tried very hard to think of what to say, because if there is anyone who deserves my best words, it is you. And three things came to mind that I want to share with you.

First, the color yellow.

Yellow like the guitar you were saving for two years to buy. You did everything. You were a babysitter, you walked dogs, you worked in the school library, you sang with your old acoustic guitar in every cafe, basically everything that will let you win some money.

And the day before you could finally go buy it, my dad broke my bass in a moment of anger in one of his typical fights with mom that got really out of hand. At least he didn’t hurt her, huh? But when you're a kid you don't even think about the possibility that something like that could happen, you just focus on the broken instrument in your hand. I ran out and ended up on the stairs of your house with my face soaked and one of the broken pieces in my hand.

You hugged me and promised that everything would be fine. That I was always going to have you four and that we would always be family. You assured me that good things happen to good people. And I believed you, you know? You were always right. But now that I'm here, that I know you didn't have the happy ending you deserved, I'm honestly not so sure anymore.”

Luke and Alex start crying again, each hugging Reggie from one side. Reg tries with all his might to continue through the tears, while Julie looks at them with a broken heart.

“The next day when I came back from school a new bass was on my bed. You talked to Mom so she could take the credit for the gift, but coincidentally was exactly the bass that I fell in love with a year earlier when we went to check if your beloved yellow guitar hadn't dropped in price. Luke revealed to me a few months later that you had to borrow money from your mom in order to complete the exact money for that one.

How generous do you have to be in order to do something like that? how noble? How loving? How selfless? You were always more than I deserved. I was supposed to be like an older brother for you, but it was always you who took care of me. I have Julie and Carlos, and I'm trying to be with them as you were with me. I had the best step sister in the world to teach me, and I hope I can do you justice.” Julie starts crying too after hearing his words, and resists the urge to going to hug him because she knows that they need their space to let go all the suffering that they carry.

“Second, my leather jacket.

When we started the band we made a 100% commitment to being rockstars. And a very important part is the look. You accompanied me on a walk around the city looking for the right outfit to literally go sing to the people who were lining up in front of the clubs.

Anyone could have left me alone on that for multiple reasons, not even these two wanted to face the trouble. But you followed me without thinking twice.

The afternoon was over and we still haven't found anything. Our feet couldn't take it anymore and we had 10 minutes to run to the club. But we stopped by a little store that had a black leather jacket in the window and you said, Reg, this is it.

You excitedly took me by the hand and when I tried it on, the rest was history.

Then I tried to get the whole band to use them but these two boys without fashion sense didn’t want to. You, on the other hand, supported me and wore your leather jacket during all the Sunset Curve performances we had, convincing me that they were our good luck charms and that if we both used them everything would be amazing. Oh god, I miss you so much.

And third, a star.

I thought you were a star when I heard you sing for the first time.

I thought you were a star when you and Luke managed to write the whole Sunset Curve album in 2 months.

I thought you were a star when you bought me my bass, when you made Alex feel better after one of his strongest attacks, when you filled Luke with love and support when he needed it the most.

And I believe it now that I know you are gone.

If you are in heaven, you have to be a star. And not just a star, the brightest star of all. I promise to look for your light every night to wish you sweet dreams. I will also sing you some country since you were the only one who appreciated my incredible sound, I hope it makes you smile.”

“That was beautiful, Reggie. I’m sure she loved it.” Julie finally reaches out to hug him as Alex prepares to be next.

“Hey. I don’t even know where to start.

I- I guess I should start saying I could never pay you all the times you were there to pick me up when I needed someone the most. I went back to dancing a little again. It's not the same without you, but somehow it makes me feel you close. I also met someone, oh Y/N, he’s so special, I'm sure you would have loved him and I would have loved the opportunity to introduce him to you. You were always there.

You were there to support me when I decided to learn drums to cope with my anxiety. You sang the song I was practicing over and over to keep me company and reassure me that what I was doing sounded good.

You were there to support me when I told you I like to dance. We spent hours choreographing different iconic songs and just laughing and enjoying creating more memories together.

Not shocking at this point but you were also there for me when I confessed to my parents I’m gay and you gave me strength all those times that I wanted to fall because they no longer saw me the same way.

You were always my safe place. And I regret with all my heart that I couldn’t be yours.”

Alex breaks down. She kept them on their feet during her darkest days and they paid her off by causing her the most horrible pain imaginable. Julie and Reggie surround her in their arms while sobbing. The last one of the band standing moves closer to the grave and drops to his knees.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so fucking sorry.” Luke tries to be strong, but tears start falling like waterfalls from his eyes, his face red in a mixture of despair, sadness and anger.

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Baby, I've been without you for only 1 month and I’m going crazy, even with the boys and Julie by my side. I don't even want to imagine what you must have been through those two years. My soul is shattered just thinking about it.

At first when we returned I imagined you were happy after having fulfilled all our plans with someone else. And I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but obviously I was wrong. Because although it hurt me that I couldn’t be the one who was with you, thinking that you had been happy gave me the peace to be able to continue. Now that I know that life took away your opportunity, the only thing I feel is anger.

Anger towards me, anger towards destiny. Anger at not being able to be together even after death. Since we discovered where you are, I have only been able to think of cross over and finally be with you again.

Or at least go back to the night before everything turned into a nightmare. Fall asleep with you in my arms one more time.

I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss, as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“Hello again, my love.

I can't believe 25 years have passed. First of all, I want you to know that I'm okay. Or well, the equivalent for ghosts that are destined to haunt the earth alone for all eternity. I made a friend for several years, Rose. I told you about her, remember? I know you guys would have been good friends, she was a ridiculously talented musician. Since she died I no longer had the strength to go back to the studio, but for a long time I enjoyed her company in one of my favorite places. She promised to tell you that I'm waiting for you. I will wait whatever time is necessary, okay? I love you so much, baby.

You three are always on my mind, and I think I can finally accept that the pain is just never going to go away. But lately something super strange has happened to me, let me tell you.

Throughout these years, in the darkest days, I see you. But, they were always memories.

A month ago, I started to see you having other kinds of experiences and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. Am I going that crazy? I selfishly hoped that you too were ghosts for so many years. I looked for you 5, 10, 15, 20 years. And just as I decide to give up, my head imagines you all over the city.

The first time I saw you singing Reggie's jam on the beach. You guys looked so happy, love. It filled my heart with peace for a few seconds, knowing that somewhere up there you are enjoying life singing together all day.

Then I saw my beloved Alex with a cute boy. My heart melted, I can’t even explain how much I wanted to run to hug him and gossip about it.

Baby, he looked so peaceful. I always wanted that for Alex. I didn't know whether to be happy or cry because that didn’t actually happen, so I did both.

The penultimate time was a few nights ago when I was walking in front of the Orpheum and I heard your voices. How wicked my mind is, right? A knife to the heart would hurt less.

And now, I can't even get close to your grave because I'm imagining you all again.”

Y/N doesn't know what to do, if she gets close enough will they disappear? What If they don’t? Will she bear to see them up close? She has been dancing with their ghosts in her dreams for so many years, but It’s not the same as doing it when she is fully awake.

She is about to run out of there in fear when the silhouette of a fourth person catches her attention. She doesn't know why, but it immediately reminds her of Rose. Could it be that she is imagining her friend too?

Curiosity is stronger than fear, like all those times when she got into trouble with her boys. She walks carefully towards her grave which is next to her beloved Luke.

“I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“I don't freaking snore, I told you a million times already... and now I'm talking with my imagination, great.”

The band turns in shock towards the fifth voice. That's when she can see the girl's face and realize who she is.

“Julie? But, how?”

“Y/N?” Alex whispers on the verge of passing out.

She starts to panic, just before the boys can do something about it, a new person appears behind her.

“Hey, you took a long time." She turns around and jumps into the arms of who has become her only friend in recent years.

“Phoenix, thank god.” Her body continues to shake but she clings tightly to her friend while crying uncontrollably.

To say the ghosts are confused would be an understatement. And apart from that, the guitarist is having many conflicts with the jealousy that he is feeling at the moment. They haven't seen each other in 25 years and when they finally do, she runs into someone else's arms and clings to him like her life depends on it.

What does that mean for them? Is it too late?

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Who are they? Oh, wait. You guys were at the club a few weeks ago, you're friends with Willie, right?”

Luke feels like dying all over again hearing him call her that. She continues to shake but finally lets go.

“What? You can see them?”

“Shouldn’t I?” He looks at her skeptical and shifts his eyes from her to the ghosts.

“I- Oh my god. I'm going to pass out.“

“Baby, look at me.” Luke’s voice is a mix between a plea and a demand. The terror of knowing that perhaps he has already lost her without having had the opportunity to fight for her clouds his judgment and tears begin to fall from his face again.

25 years. 25 years fighting not to forget his voice. 25 years having him only in dreams, in memories, in melodies. 25 years waiting for him. 25 years on her own.

She turns slowly to meet those honey-green eyes she craved for so long to see, a painful smile from Luke makes her smile through tears.

She carefully lifts her right hand and gently draws it to his cheek, almost exploding at the feel of it.

“You came back. Oh my, It’s really you.” She jumps to the guitarist, entwining her legs at his hips, her arms tangled with all her strength around him, her head buried in his neck inhaling his scent. Tears coming out as if to drown her, all the pain and suffering that she faced all these years finally leaving her body.

Luke wraps her tightly in his arms, still unable to process what’s happening.

Alex and Reggie begin to smile without fully assimilating what is happening, while Julie begins to jump of joy.

“Babygirl, I'm sorry to ruin the moment but I have to rush to the club. Will you be okay here?"

“She's always safe with me." The guitarist growls, and Y/N starts laughing when she hears it.

"The jealous, protective baby in the beanie is right, don't worry Nix. I’ll go and find you later."

Phoenix nods with a smile and disappears. Julie begins to scold Luke while Reggie and Alex approach to touch the cheek of their best friend, still in the arms of the guitarist who does not seem to have any intention of letting go.

“We should go home to catch up. Reggie and I will accompany Julie, it seems that you two should speak alone first." Luke doesn't think twice and disappears with her in his arms.

“Good things happen to good people.” Reggie whispers as he hugs his friends and they start walking home.

Luke and Y/N reappear in the studio and they are both shocked for a few seconds. The girl trembles again in fear of dreaming.

“Hey, come here baby. Shh, I’m here, I promise.”

“Don’t leave me ever again, please.” He can see that it is very difficult for her to understand that is really happening, and to think that she lived without him not 2 but 25 years makes him want to cry again.

“I won’t. I promise, beautiful. Never again.” Luke wraps her in his arms, but she lifts her head from his chest to push her lips against his. The kiss is urgent, but they both instantly recognize each other and fit in perfectly. Luke picks her up again and gently lays her down on the couch, both desperate to feel the other, to recognize every inch.

“I missed you so much baby, I love you more than anything.” Luke whispers between kisses, not willing to have her an inch away from him.

“I love you my love. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She says while kissing the love of her life, happy for the first time in 25 years.

Before things get to escalate, the rest of the band shows up in the studio followed by Julie who clearly walks through the door.

"Let go of her man, it's our turn!" Y/N gets up quickly from the sofa while her boyfriend complains and she throws herself at both of them who pick her up as best they can and spin her in the air.

They put her down and Julie and her stare each other, both raise their arms and meet in a quick but sweet hug.

“You said my name back there, how?” The question that she has stuck since she met her finally coming to light.

“I met your mom many years ago when I came to visit the studio and realized that she could see me. We were friends for many years and I had the opportunity to see you grow up, but I always made sure to be upstairs when you came in in case you could see me too.”

“Well, now I understand how Carlos felt when he found out that we lived with ghosts. And It sounds like mom watches over us both from heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” Both girls smile and hug each other once more.

“I can't believe I endured 25 years without having those beautiful arms around me.” She whispers as they both lie on the couch, Luke has her completely cornered in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It breaks my heart that you have suffered that much for so many years.”

“It was not your fault. You lost as much as I did that night. Besides, I always knew that you would find me sooner or later. We belong together.”

“We do. I, I k-know we have way more to talk about but, who was the dude from the cementery?”

The insecurity in his voice is evident and Y/N can't help but smile. His emotions are complex, real, and nothing can make her happier than that.

“I’ll tell you all about my friend later, okay? For now... dance with me? I want to dance with the real deal.” He smiles and they both stand up, hugging each other as they slowly move through the studio as they did many times before life separated them.

The Luke in her arms is her Luke, the same one she has been waiting for so many years, finally back in her arms. And just as she thought when she lived, she will dance with his ghost for all eternity.

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dorotharry · 4 years ago

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tiny dancer ; chapter two

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: torture, nightmares, angst, let me know if there's anything else :)

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: honestly I have no clue where I’m going but I’m hoping you’re all still following. There’s still soooo much to go into readers past and yep, it’s gonna take a while but I hope you enjoy this. Please feel free to give feedback, like and repost it would mean a lot! :)

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*gif not mine

1943

Your head felt groggy, as you woke up. Not enough energy from an ounce of your body to open your eyes for the time being. The more your body woke up from the darkness of slumber the more the pounding of aches and pains became less subtle and started to fill each and every muscle. You weren’t sure where you were or what had happened, but you suddenly became aware that your surroundings weren’t familiar. The air was too cool and there was an eeriness from lack of noise.

Finally, you were able to pry your eyes open. The colours swirled around you into one, until they became to create recognisable shapes. Although this wasn’t somewhere you recognised, just as your mind had thought even before getting to look around.

You were laid down on a metal ‘bed’ if you could even call it a bed. The coolness of the metal began to get to you a shiver running down your spine and you attempted to get up. Only to be restricted. It was now when you noticed you had straps holding your ankles, down, but not only this; there was a limpness to your form. In fact, you didn’t have any real connection to your muscles. As if a switch had been turned on in your head you realised, this wasn’t a bed. It was a table.

Suddenly your anxiety rose. In an ill attempt to do something you turned you head groggily to the left, only to be met with machines, and hospital devices. You took in a sharp breath. This definitely wasn’t a hospital so why the machines? Rolling your head to the right with just as much difficultly as last time you were met with darkness. The faint sound of feet shuffling in the distance, and the whirring of more machines.

Almost as if whoever it was had realised you were awake, a bright white light turned on above you causing you to groan from the sudden contrast to the previous darkness. The footsteps became louder, as whoever it was approached you from their hiding spot.

“Ah you’re awake,” the voice started, “you know you gave our men quite a difficult time back there. Are you going to behave this time?”

Your voice barely was able to respond, only a hushed whisper came out, “Who are you? Where am I?” This worked to rejog your memory as you saw flashes of men running after you, as you had leapt from this same table. You had gotten pretty far and fought back fairly well but this place… whatever it was; was a maze. Realising now that amongst being kidnapped and knocked unconscious. Your first attempt to escape was probably why you were in pain all over. A vision of a few men jumping on top of you and beating you unconscious. Again. That must have been why you were tied down this time.

“I think you know the answer to that.” the small man with glasses responded appearing finally out of the darkness. “…We’re HYDRA, and you y/n...” He spoke reaching under your chin in a condescending manner. “…Were firstly going to be a pawn against your stupid Captain America. But you’ve shown promise, something our other soldiers don’t have. Neither your American ones. My guess is it comes from your ballet training.” He shrugged as he moved away from you, turning and looking for something. Suddenly his hand was on a switch and machines began to rumble.

“Please,” you responded choking on your own words, “please just kill me!” You knew something was coming, otherwise why would be so aloof.

He chuckled at your words as he stood behind you. “The red skull doesn’t want me to do that, he needs more soldiers, and that’s exactly what we’re going to make you.” And with that you saw a metal machine slowly being dropped down over your left eye, and below your right jaw, causing your panic to rise. As quick as the unbearable pain started, so did darkness.

Present day ; 2017

You woke up screaming as the pain of what had happened almost a century ago shot through your entire body. You fumbled out of bed in a sweat like you did most nights. Heading towards your small kitchen in your small apartment. It was filled with greys, no life within in, you felt there was no need, why celebrate a life with no life?

Your life had changed in so many ways after 1943. You were one of HYDRA’S many toys, the many men that surrounded you called you tiny dancer, but not in a kind way, in a misogynistic arrogant way. Most people at that time though saw you as a weapon, something to be feared of, and they should have.

After you had stumbled upon the Winter Soldier on a mission in 2014 working as a freelance agent having cut your ties with HYDRA mere months before hand, it was only a few months when so had Captain America. From what you had heard amongst assassins under the radar living in Madripoor like you, it hadn’t gone well for HYDRA and now the Winter Soldier was nowhere to be found, invoking fear within many who had made themselves enemies to him. But you were sure his best friend would be looking for him. Whilst you had decided to go against helping him, Steve was not that kind of person.

Time had not been kind to you, you were no longer the frail girl who could fall in love in a week. In fact, you weren’t sure if you actually could feel love anymore. HYDRA had to make sure there was no collateral. Still once you saw him that night you wondered how amongst your many years with HYDRA, how you had never run into Bucky: The Winter Soldier. You had heard of the winter soldier, but you never knew it was Bucky behind the ghost of a person. Probably on purpose, HYDRA had been in your mind. Tthere was no doubt they knew who he was to you back then.

Not only did it invoke these thoughts, but it had led to your retirement. Well not your retirement, you were still about 25 years old on the outside, and though nor Steve or Bucky knew you were alive you knew how it felt to be in their position.

Hiding out in your small apartment in Madripoor was where you had spent most of your life since 2014, staying on the down low in case HYDRA somehow re-emerged, looking for revenge on a project they had wasted so much time on. You.

You weren’t sure why they were so surprised people like you hated them with so much anger. They had taken your life, Bucky’s life and made you weapons against your will. You didn’t hold their values, it was forced upon you.

You shook yourself from your thoughts again. You only got sentimental after nightmares, and the nightmares had been pretty continuous after seeing Bucky those few years ago, so really you were sentimental most mornings. You think it had something to do with seeing him and how it brought back memories you didn’t even know you had.

Reaching for a bottle of water, you took a sip looking over at the clock that read 3am. You groaned, knowing that you’d probably never have a good night’s sleep again. Terrible payback for a terrible past. No sleep for the wicked.

You shuffled yourself back to your room getting into bed and turning on the tv as a way to mindlessly distract yourself until you actually had to do stuff.

A few hours past until it was 7am, and you decided you could at least go for a shower before your day at work. Working at a bar that opened at 9am wasn’t exactly high class living; especially when you had to deal with drunks so early in the day, so it definitely required more motivation than most jobs. You couldn’t do what you were originally good at, dance. And you’d decided you probably shouldn’t be doing what you were trained for. Killing people.

Turning on the shower to allow it to warm up, you rid yourself of your clothes, suddenly aware of how stiff your muscles were after another bad dream. Stepping in you let the water try and wash it away, and though it did help you knew it would only reappear tonight in another form of a nightmare. You closed your eyes sighing in content, and it did last for a brief moment until you heard banging on your front door.

At first you tried to ignore it, but it got louder and more aggravated and suddenly your heart had fell to your stomach, resorting to thinking of the worst that could be behind that door. Getting out you threw some clothes back on. You reached under your bed grabbing your shot gun, holding it close to yourself as you slowly walked towards the door that had started banging again. Times like this you wished you had a peep hole to look through.

You turned on your best poker face and opened the door abruptly to be more hostile. Only you were met with someone you didn’t know, though for some reason you felt you recognised. On the other side of the door stood a woman all in black, her hair was in a blonde bob and for a brief second you thought you saw a reaction flash across her face like she knew you too.

“Is this y/n?” she spoke firmly and with poise.

You raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Is it?” she returned her poker face staying on her face.

“Yes.” You huffed, the half-amused face falling from your face, returning back to the glare you constantly wore. “Who are you?”

She raised her hand for you to shake her face accompanying it with a small smile, which you hesitantly took.

“Nice to finally meet you y/n, I’ve been looking for you under Fury’s instruction for a while, my name’s Natasha.”

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Wings in the Dark Chapter 6: Stories From the Dark

AN: I feel like this chapter should have been posted around Halloween, but there was NO WAY I was waiting that long XD Also its a bit short, I think, to me, it goes a little quick, partially because I didn’t want to have to write Levi wandering around this little town this whole time having all this meaningless chit-chat meant to fish information, I decided summarizing was best with detail where it counted XD

Characters: Levi, Fem!Vampire!Reader (Mentioned), Erwin, Various OCs and BG Characters

Pairing: (Eventual) Levi x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of Violence, Descriptions of Murder Aftermath, Description of Fatal Injuries, Description of Buried Alive, Descriptions of Injuries, Language

Word Count: 5188

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*Levi's POV*

While taking such a sudden few days off might have caused a couple bumps in the way things were developing around HQ, but he knew Erwin would be able to handle it and smooth things over, so he stayed focused on the task at hand.

Stripped of any signia, symbol, or uniform resembling clothes that could suggest that he was part of the military, Levi was dressed in plainclothes, having taken a carriage out to L/N’s supposed hometown early in the morning. He still arrived with plenty of time in the day to investigate the town and see what he could find on-site, taking in the small, easily overlooked town that was more of a loose collection of homes bordered by farms, with a central farmer’s market to keep some local trade and business going. Any serious buying and selling probably consisted in a day’s trip to one of the larger towns within Wall Rose, but it seemed they had basic foodstuffs here. He managed to find a blacksmith tucked away in a corner between a small grouping of houses, as well as an old, empty building that had a weathered carpentry sign in front of it. So there had been more trade smiths around here, before the town gradually lost those businesses.

Talking casually with the blacksmith informed Levi that a ways past the farms, there was a home that was the reason for most of their outside visitors--people who could afford to would put their elderly loved ones in the care center, and there was a separate building for the mentally ill to live comfortably and get the care they needed as well. Visitors to the town usually consisted of relatives visiting their loved ones in the homes, or they were descendants that had moved away but came back for the occasional hometown or family visit.

Which meant Levi, having no ties himself and not knowing about the homes, stuck out a bit despite his best efforts. The communities of small towns were tightly knit and they knew their own, so it couldn’t be helped, and he would have to deal with the fact everyone was going to be curious why he was here.

While talking with the blacksmith, he also heard that the carpentry shop had been the family trade for the Frazier family--the family who lost the daughter sharing L/N’s first name. With the murder of their only child, there was no one to take on the family business, and the building had fallen into disrepair after the parents had gone to the home outside town.

That had caught Levi’s interest. They’d been in the home for years judging from the sign alone, and the impression he’d received was that only the well off could supply their own stay at the home, or their family members paid for it. If there were no children to pay for them, and they’d only been a small carpentry business in a no-name town, how could they afford to be in the home? He doubted it was by the grace of the community, though it was a possibility considering the tragedy that had happened here.

Moving on from the blacksmith so he didn’t ask too many questions in one place, Levi made a mental note to make his way up to the homes to investigate the still-living parents of the original Y/N. Making his way to the farmer’s market, Levi perused for any small town hidden treasures and struck up conversations, looking for a town gossip to get talking about the town’s history so that he could eventually hear the more personal tale of the double homicide than the technical report Erwin had scrounged up for him.

While trying to get the man selling the baked goods to be a little more forthcoming, Levi overheard a small group of children, three or four gathered around each other as one of the older children attempted to scare the smallest of the group with a surprisingly gristly tale.

“...clawed at the wood of the coffin, screaming for someone to hear her, too afraid to realize her screams took up what little air she had. Her fingernails broke and blood coated the coffin, her elbow busted open as she pounded and shrieked for help, but no one could hear her so far beneath the dirt. Some say she did manage to break the wood, but halfway through the dirt falling on her she couldn’t breathe, and body’s still frozen in her silent scream, so close to freedom, no one above ground aware of the terror she felt before she truly died. Now, so she doesn’t feel so alone, Screaming Sally’s ghost crawls out of her grave and drags children like you from their beds and drags them into her coffin below ground.”

The poor youngest was visibly trembling, tears of fright in their eyes before one of the other kids shouted and grabbed them, making the youngest shriek and cry as they laughed and continued to pick on them.

“Tch.” Levi turned to them, a glare in his eyes that he pinned on the older kids who should have known better. “Oi! Cut it out.”

Spooked by the scary voice, and even more so by the scary man they saw glaring at them, the older kids bolted, with the youngest running away once they were free of the older kids, most likely to run home and find comfort from a parent.

Levi turned his attention back to the stall in front of him, a woman beside him buying a basket of rolls as he scowled over the childishly cruel display he’d just seen.

“That’s one messed up horror story for kids to be telling each other,” he muttered, paying for a loaf of bread and waiting for the man to finish wrapping it for him. The woman beside him turned with a small shrug.

“All the children around here know about that stupid story about Screaming Sally. It’s been around for decades, and at this point, it’s almost a rite of passage to hear it eventually.”

Levi looked at her, sensing he might have someone who would be willing to share if he asked the right questions. “How did it start?”

The woman sighed, shaking her head. “Some poor caretaker for the graveyard by the woods about forty years back snapped after that double homicide and started trying to tell people one of the girls crawled out of her grave. Everyone knows it’s impossible, not to mention the grave was undisturbed when folks checked in the morning after seeing how sincere he was. They had to put him in the home because he kept insisting he saw it, and eventually the story turned into the Screaming Sally legend the kids are always sharing to scare each other.”

Levi’s head tilted slightly to the side, eyes widening momentarily in surprise as the unsuspected connection jumped out at him.

For the briefest moment, he was looking back up at Kenny years ago as Kenny shared some outlandish story to try and scare him. When Levi had called out it’s legitimacy and accused him of spewing a nonsense legend that wasn’t even possible, he’d suddenly appeared a little serious, a small frown appearing beneath the brim of that signature hat of his as he gave Levi the reply that now rang in his ears.

“There’s always a little truth to every legend.”

Pretending his surprise was over something else the woman had said, Levi took the chance to try and pry the local story from her.

“Double homicide? Out here?” Levi asked, suggesting that kind of thing never happened in places like this.

In his opinion, they were more likely to happen out here, since it was so damn isolated.

As Levi took his wrapped loaf, the two started to walk together, just a little further down the path as she indulged his curiosity.

“I know--it’s the darkest stain on this town’s history. Still unsolved, too--one of those locked room murders I think they call them. Y/N Frazier and Victoria Schultz. The Fraziers’ daughter had been out late the night before and came to her parent’s home to rest instead of going back to her own home. She was sick the entire next day, and her best friend Victoria came to visit her. Sometime between the moment Victoria and Y/N were in the room together to the time the Fraziers checked in on them a few hours later, some psychopath managed to find their way into the room, tore Victoria apart beyond recognition, and disappeared with the Frazier girl. Without the Fraziers hearing anything amiss! The police thought it might have been the Frazier girl, because it was the only possible explanation considering the bedroom door was locked and any attacker would have had to come in through the window, and neither girl made a sound, so perhaps Victoria knew her attacker--but Y/N’s body showed up on the edge of the woods a few days later, poor girl. They never found out who did it, or what exactly happened. It still haunts the people in the town who are old enough to remember it.”

As the woman spun the more personal version of the tale, Levi’s mind filled in the gristly details that had been in the report he’d read. How there had been hardly any blood left in the mutilated girl left behind lying on the bed, but far less in the room than there should have been, how L/N’s namesake had been found lying just within the forest’s edge, neck bruised and broken, as well as several bones, covered in bruises and lacerations. It was a closed-casket funeral for both. They had no leads, no one with a motive, no mysterious footprint or shadowy figure seen leaving the crime scene. They’d just been murdered out of nowhere, and nothing like it had happened anywhere near the town ever since. It was a sudden, violent anomaly in their history, and one that was going to leave a mark that would never disappear.

Levi said goodbye to the woman with the bread roll basket, standing in the middle of the road with his gaze turned towards the homes he’d been told about, a thoughtful frown on his face.

It seemed he had two reasons to visit this place: the Fraziers and the caretaker.

Once there, as curious as he was, Levi decided against visiting the Fraziers and asking about the events of forty years ago. From what he’d been able to dig up, it was likely something that still haunted them to this day, and he wasn’t here to terrorize the elderly.

He did, however, pry into who was paying for their stay at the home. Once at the front desk, he suggested that he wanted to pay for their stay, asking after the amount it would take and how often, before insisting whatever payments they were making themselves stop so they wouldn’t have to pay out of their own pockets. At that point, he’d been politely turned down, the secretary informing him that the Fraziers already had an angel donor who was paying regularly for their stay at the home.

“Can I get a name so I can talk to them about splitting the payments?” Levi asked, leaning forward slightly in anticipation.

“I’m sorry, but...angel donors are what we call anonymous donors who don’t have any ties to the family but still pay for their care. We don’t know who makes the payments, only that they’re made regularly and on time, so Mr. and Ms. Frazier can spend the rest of their days here. I have no name to give you, not that I could, considering that would be sensitive information,” the secretary said politely, though there was a bit of a chill in her voice brought about by Levi’s questioning. He ignored it, busy mulling over this new detail.

He had no evidence to support it, no reason to suspect it, but what if the angel donor was L/N? He knew she was looking for ways to cut costs with how she spent her money, it was one of the reasons she had the tea garden at HQ--it would save her money in the future by cutting costs she spent on things like tea. And her lack of personal belongings could also be from a lack of money to buy nice things for herself. What if the money she saved from her salary was going towards the Fraziers’ well-being?

Again, he had no evidence. It was just a thought, a far-fetched theory, but it was something to take note of and consider, just in case it wasn’t far off the mark.

Getting the hint from the secretary and knowing he was at a dead end as to who was taking care of the Fraziers, at least for what he would find here in town, Levi moved on to the next objective.

“All right, well, I also came to talk to someone in the psychiatric home. He used to be a cemetery caretaker about forty years ago.”

Recognition immediately sparked in her eyes, as well as a bit of apprehension. “We’ll need you to sign in, as well as put down a reason for visiting.”

“Fine,” Levi replied, taking the paper she slid over and writing Jacob, no last name--not that he’d have one to give even if he was using his actual name--and then wrote down social visit before handing it over. Her eyebrows rose slightly and her gaze flickered up to him from the paper, and Levi gazed back at her calmly, waiting patiently for her to at least direct him the proper way.

“Room seventeen. Follow me,” she said, leading them out the door--since they’d been in the home for the elderly--and a little ways away to the other building that acted as the psychiatric home. Once inside she led Levi up two flights of stairs and down a fairly long hall to let Levi into the room marked seventeen in white paint. “Mr. Briarton, you have a visitor,” she said after opening the door, allowing Levi to step into the room and take in a man in his late fifties, early sixties, suspicious pale green eyes narrowed at Levi as he stepped inside.

“I don’t knows you,” the man rasped.

“Jacob,” Levi said bluntly, stepping deeper into the room and staying conscious of the fact the secretary was temporarily lingering to make sure everything was going to be all right. “I came to hear your story.”

“Hah? Here to mock an old man?” Briarton sneered.

“No. Just to listen,” Levi responded simply. Briarton sized Levi up for a moment, then looked at the secretary still standing in the doorway and gave a small wave.

“We’re fine, Janice, you can leave now. I’s knows the rest of you’s is tired of hearin’ my tale.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Briarton.”

“Eh,” he grumbled, and Janice sighed and shut the door, leaving the two of them behind. “Why exactly are you’s interested in hearin’ my story? Everyone else says I’m’s crazy. Locked me up for it, too!”

“I’ve heard the town legends. Someone I knew used to say there’s always a bit of truth to the legends. So I’m here looking for the truth,” Levi answered, leaning up against the wall with arms folded over his chest.

“Hmm…” Briarton hummed, contemplating Levi’s reason before he sighed. “I’s guessin’ you’s already heard ‘bout the murders, if you’s here.”

At Levi’s nod, Briarton skipped over the events that came before, and went right to talking about the burial. “Closed caskets they’s were. Victoria had a pine box, Mr. Frazier insisteds on makin’ Y/N’s hisself, out of willow. We’s buried them midday, six feets down in the grounds, six feets dried earth on those boxes. I’s told they’s were both dead for sures, no comin’ back--specially poor Victoria. Schultz’s weren’t allowed to sees hers it was so bad. Course we’s all thoughts abouts it, we’s all hoped back then the killer’d get caught. People kept comin’ by till it gots too dark and I’s closed the cemetery for the’s night. My’s job was to make sure no ones messed with the graves, and I’s was patrollin’ like usual, and for the’s longest time, I didn’t hear nut-thin. But sometime in the wee hours of the mornin’, as I’s was comin’ up on the girls’s graves, I saw somethin’ movin on the ground on tops of one. I’s went to yells at them, to tell ‘em kids to scram, cause that’s what I’s thoughts they were. But when I’s got close enough to see a bit better, I’s realized they’s was comin’ up from the ground--outta the ground. I’s was frozen in place, watchin’ them’s drag themselves out of the dirt, clawin’ across the ground likes a wounded animal. I’s was tryin’ to scream, but I’s couldn’t makes a sound.”

Briarton stopped, his wide eyes turned towards Levi. “Do you’s know how heavy the dirts is on a coffin? How hard it is to break open a coffin? Impossible’s what it is! My’s brother once locked me’s in one to scares me, and my’s mother lost it whens she found out. I’s was kickin’ and screamin’ for what’s felt like hours tryin’ to break out, but all I’s got from it was bloody hands and elbows. Ands that was without the dirts on tops of it. But I’s swears this girl busted out and crawled outta hers grave. Even if she’s managed to breaks the coffin, she’d’da been crushed bys the dirts. But she’s still crawled outta hers grave. She’s stood up, covered in fresh bloods and dirts, and she’s shoved dirt backs into the hole she’s crawled outta like a drunkard, gaspin’ and wheezin’ and wailin’ like a banshee, an’ then she’s disappears into the night. An’ I’s ran for help, jus’ to get calleds crazy and locked up in here.”

Levi listened to Briarton’s tale in silence, studying the man’s face closely as he spoke to see if the man truly believed every word he was saying. The terror in the man’s eyes was real, though, as he spoke of the impossibility of the haunting image, and there was no trace of insincerity in his face as he spoke. He truly believed in the tale he was telling. Considering the impossibility of it all, Levi also doubted, but he wasn’t going to call him out on in--enough people already believed this man crazy, Levi wasn’t going to add himself to the mix.

He only had one question.

“Who was the woman who crawled out of her grave?” Levi asked steadily, though the crawl of his skin as he said it told him he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear Briarton say it.

“Y/N Frazier.”

The day had cooled--in fact, it was starting to feel chillier, the sun frequently hidden by clouds that seemed to be gathering across the sky, hinting at fouler weather on the horizon. After taking his leave of Briarton at the home, Levi went looking for the now infamous cemetery--infamous in his mind, at least--and had made his way to the grave of one Y/N Frazier, where he now stood in silent contemplation, staring intently at the headstone that had engraved upon its surface the girl’s name, a birthday and date of death that showed she had barely been in her twenties, and a brief, “Beloved Daughter.”

He wasn’t really seeing the grave anymore, though. His mind was a flurry of thoughts, theories, memories, information...none of the connections he’d made here made any kind of sense to him, but there were far too many to be ignored. There was something here, something that seemed to be staring him in the face, but he couldn’t see what it was, so he couldn’t use it. Not yet, anyway.

Maybe Briarton really was crazy, maybe he hadn’t seen Y/N Frazier crawl out of that grave that night and he’d simply snapped like everyone suggested he had. But there was nothing to have caused him to snap, no trigger. Not to mention, the sheer coincidence was far too strong to be a coincidence.

So, he entertained the possibility that the bizarre and impossible happened, that Y/N Frazier somehow survived, a mistake had been made somewhere and she was buried alive, and managed to crawl out of this very grave. Ignoring the impossibility of that scenario still didn’t give him many answers. If Y/N Frazier was still alive, she would have been sixty, seventy years old by now. L/N back at the Scout Headquarters was in her early twenties, and very clearly /not dead/. So, L/N definitely wasn’t this Y/N Frazier.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be related somehow. If the original girl did survive, it would be possible for L/N to be Frazier’s daughter, maybe even grand-daughter, though that was starting to push the theory beyond what he was willing to suspend believing as impossible.

One thing the Screaming Sally horror story had made him remember, and that Briarton’s recounting had brought to the front of his mind to offer him another connection, was the conversation the other day between the rest of his Squad and L/N.

He remembered the tremble in her hand, the stillness in her posture, the flash of soul-deep fear, trauma, and pain in her eyes as L/N had softly stated that her biggest fear was being buried alive.

He had something big here, but he wasn’t sure where it fit in this messed up puzzle he was trying to solve, and was missing some key piece that connected it to something else. He needed more than ever to see what she was doing in the Underground when she snuck out at night--whatever it was, he was convinced at this point it was the missing piece he needed to make sense of all of this.

But first, he needed to do something that would give him a definitive answer amongst all these legends and tall tales.

It was a new low for him, he knew that. The entire ordeal felt wrong and filthy on an entirely new level, but it was something he had to do. No one else had thought to look, to disturb the grave of one of the murdered girls to see if there was any validity to Briarton’s claims, to the stories of Screaming Sally. Everyone brushed it off as nonsense and went about their day, probably because it was so certain, and it was easier to believe the horror stories were nonsense.

Levi didn’t have that luxury. He didn’t have the certainty, and the easier route was not the one he was going to take. He needed answers. So, he’d returned briefly to Headquarters in order to enlist Erwin’s help to give him the opportunity late that very same night to dig up the grave and settle once and for all whether Y/N Frazier had died. It would help clear up some of the questions and theories when he found her body in the coffin, and it might put them back at square one in figuring out why this place and this name had been chosen by Y/N, but it would help bring them back to a world that made some sense, and it would help weed out a few questions that these legends and stories had brought up.

He didn’t want to think of the implications if the grave was empty. He doubted it would be, but if it was...then this entire mess went far deeper than he could ever imagine.

Perhaps that was why Erwin agreed to help him, why he’d paid off the caretaker to make sure the grave was empty but leave the section Levi was going to be in undisturbed until Levi left. Erwin clearly hadn’t approved of disturbing a gravesite, especially the gravesite of a murder victim, but Levi had strongly believed it was necessary despite his own misgivings, so Erwin had relented.

Now, Levi was in a hole that passed his head, digging the last few inches to the willow coffin Y/N Frazier had been buried in, filthy and tired but determined to get to the bottom. Just a little further, and he would have his answer. He would see the bones in an undisturbed grave, fill in the grave once more, go home, wash up, hate himself for a while for doing this to confirm what he already knew, and then go back to trying to figure out why L/N seemed so deeply connected to this place.

He hadn’t found any bodies frozen on its way to the surface, so he could already rule out the legitimacy of the children’s scary story about Screaming Sally, at least.

The shovel Levi was using scraped against something solid, and Levi paused. Here it was. He’d found it.

Kneeling down, Levi started brushing away at dirt so he could find the coffin lid, fingers brushing against wood, hand brushing a little harder to smooth away dirt--

He had to pull his hand back as he unexpectedly came into contact with splintered wood sticking up into the dirt, piercing his hand and drawing blood as he jerked in surprise, breath catching.

No…

A few more careful brushes with his hand, and he was staring at a coffin lid that had been busted open, shards of wood buried in dirt, but the hole clearly enough for a person to crawl out of. He froze where he was as he stared at the sight before him, the odd, irrational fear that a hand was going to burst out of the hole and grasp his wrist strangely flashing through his mind before he pushed it aside. He wasn’t breathing anymore, an admittedly trembling hand reaching out to pull back the lid, just to double check and confirm what he was seeing.

The grave was, in fact, empty. The coffin was busted open with gouges that had old red stains upon them, as if it had been punched and clawed through from the inside.

His blood running cold and his breaths shallow, Levi had to fight not to think of the haunting image Briarton had described, the fear in L/N’s eyes, and the mental image of a woman trapped in this grave screaming and crying for help, having to tear apart her own body and defy all odds to crawl her way to the surface, tried not to imagine the terror of being buried alive like this.

Kenny had been right. There was always a bit of truth to the legend. He never imagined it would be this much truth, though.

When Levi returned to HQ, the first thing he did was clean himself up and get changed. Then, he made himself some of the tea L/N had gifted him, choosing one of the blends meant to calm in the hopes that it would help settle his nerves after what he’d seen.

Outside, he might still appear stoic, but inside, he was shaken.

Once he was clean, he had his tea, and he felt he had a better grip on himself internally and he was ready for the conversation, he went to Erwin’s office and very solemnly relayed his findings to the man, who looked no less disturbed by this unexpected turn of events than Levi had been. They’d expected some kind of secret while digging into the truth about L/N, they hadn’t been expecting a full blown conspiracy on this level.

Once Erwin was up to speed on Levi’s findings, they started to hash out some theories and details, both of them well aware that they were still missing something crucial as they attempted to make a broader picture with the pieces they were currently in possession of.

The running theory they were working with was that Y/N Frazier was L/N’s mother. It was the most logical connection they could come up with, even though it dumped a whole new slew of questions into this mess.

Why did Frazier run after she crawled out of her grave? Why not return to her home and family, alive and well? Why leave the town behind and everyone in it believing she’d died so terribly? Why never come back to tell who had attacked her and her friend Victoria? What happened that night forty years ago? How had she managed to crawl her way out of a grave? Why had she instead disappeared somewhere inside the walls never to be discovered or heard from again, hiding her true identity remarkably well? Or more importantly, how had she been alive? How did she survive those injuries? Had a mistake been made and she’d been assumed dead? Was the report faked?

How was the Underground supposed to come into play in all of this, and what part did L/N have in it as well? If Frazier was indeed L/N’s mother, was Frazier still alive and living in the Underground? Was that why L/N went down there every now and then? Why not bring her mother to the surface with her? Why, when she came to the surface, did L/N take Frazier’s first name and not use her last name? Why not use her real name? How did the events of forty years ago play into now, and how had it had an affect on L/N?

As always, whenever they uncovered something about L/N, it always came with a thousand more questions. They could theorize all they wanted, but it wouldn’t bring them closer to finding the answers that they craved at this point.

And still, despite the shock and the...unease he had felt to find the empty grave and realize the reality of what happened in that town--or at least part of it--Levi still felt like there was another reality altering twist in this dark tale that was unraveling in front of them that would be far worse. He still felt like they were far off the mark, that the still failed to understand the reality of what they were stepping into. More than ever, Levi felt there was something dark behind this, and he began to feel the first hints of malice surrounding these secrets.

Whatever L/N was hiding, at this point, Levi knew it had to be dangerous.

Erwin’s concerned eyes probed Levi’s expression as Levi gazed at the empty teacup in front of him, well aware that despite his feeble attempt to calm his nerves and thoughts, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.

“Levi--” Erwin started to say in a grave tone of voice, but Levi cut him off. He knew what Erwin was about to say, and he already knew what he had to do next.

“I know. All I’m waiting for now is for her to make the next move. This time, she won’t shake me.”

Next Chapter---->

Levi Tags: @clary-quinn @humanitys-hottestsoldier@whalerus @sunny-flo @thirstyforsometea

Wings in the Dark Tags: @regalillegal @animeluver23 @theshylittleelfgirl @queenthorin1 @dilucs-thighs @sociallyanxiousmouse

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amindofstone · 4 years ago

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Match up, No. 8

@hoppingheart said:

Hey c: I would like to ask for a Match up!!

I am female, have green/yellow eyes and brown, long locks.

I am a very calm and balanced person. I love to gain new knowledge and I am a chemist. In general, I am very interested in science, medicine and psychology and our universe. (idk I just want to understand how all that stuff work!)

I'm not interested in a person's appearance, I want to explore and love the inside.

But what belongs to me is a person with whom I can communicate well and it should also be a very calm person I guess, because loud people annoy me. I don't like being around people in general...

I also like reading books and comics and I like to write down my thoughts a lot. (:

It would be nice if a get a male match up and I am 24 years old.

Thanks a lot and have a wonderful day ❤️

a/n: Hey there! I hope that you had a good week. Thank you for requesting and my apologies for making you wait so long. I had a lot to do and hadn´t the time and peace to write honestly. But I managed to work on your request in a few nights. And I really hope you will like with what I came up with. If not and if there is anything that bothers you please tell me so I can work on that and give you what you imagined. Other than that enjoy the little work I came up with. Happy reading, dear!

Match up rules can be HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @mgmgmgdo (Twitter)!!!

· I decided to pair you up with my absolute favorite character. A character that got me curious from the first minute he appeared. The character I am talking about is Trafalgar D. Water Law (Not gonna lie. He gets me screaming whenever he says “room”. Like damn that man has way too much power over me! AnYwAyS….)

· I really think that you match so well. You have so many traits in you that not only resemble his but also traits he would love in a s/o

· Law is a pretty modest and chill person. A man that might be always alone and on his own but a man that holds power and intelligence

· You were in the library of the island that was your home. Your place of birth. An island filled by memories and times of joy and sadness. It was a pretty wealthy island who’s king always tried his best. A island, a kingdom supported and watched over by the revolutionary army since 15 years ago when the previous king used his power to torture his people and only take care of his own good life

· You were the daughter of a pretty well known doctor that not only had the position of the health minister of the kingdom but also was the head of the biggest hospital on the island

· You as his youngest and dearest daughter were having a good relationship. He loved you and always looked at you with pride. His daughter after all took the same path as he and worked in the medical industry. You were a psychologist that was aiming to also become a gynecologist just like your mother. Any person in the island knew and respected you for your intelligence and wisdom. So when it came that you told your father that you wanted to leave your dearly loved island and home he was confused and more so shocked when you said that you wanted to leave with a pirate.

· “I think something happened in the library today? Are you fine my dear?”, it took you some time to convince your parents to let you go and let you grow in your own way but after some time. You managed to do so.

· They let you go but didn´t understood what or how it happened that you wanted to leave with some pirates. Criminals. Murders. Scum’s. When told that there are many more ways to grow you smiled at them and shook your head. “Of course it is possible to grow in other ways but I want to grow in the same way he did. I want to be independent and strong just like him. He amazes me. And I am sure that he can teach me so much more. More than any other person here could.”

· How you meet Trafalgar Law you wonder? Let me tell you that.

· On a warm and sunny spring morning you were in the library looking for a book for your latest studies about the concept of punishment and reward in the process of teaching a child (I could talk hours about this since I had a course in college about it. It´s so interesting!)

· After getting everything you wanted you made your way to your favorite spot in the forest that was close to a cliff with a beautiful view to the more crowed areas of the island and it´s harbor

· You were taking notes when something weird caught your eyes.

· “A.. submarine…? I´m not dreaming.. am I? What is a submarine doing here? Wait does it belong to the marine?! Wait no. It has a black jolly roger so it must belong to a pirate”

· You were thinking whether you should go tell the sheriff of the island or go find a guard to make sure the king knows about this but you absolutely had no motivation to leave your books behind and search for someone. So you kept sitting there while ignoring the pirates that docked at the island

· And you managed to do that. You forgot about the pirates and got back to your studies until a bear asked for the way. A BEAR ASKED FOR THE WAY?!?!?

· “OH mY gOd!! You can speak!? How can you speak?!”, you looked at the big standing bear in front of you with widen eyes. You were scared but also fascinated so you pulled yourself together and apologized for your behavior. “I didn´t mean to hurt you with my words. How can I help?”, you smiled at the bear and assured him that he didn´t have to feel bad for scaring her and introduced yourself and lead him and two other man back to the city.

· When you reached the down town you told them that you will be going back and wished them the best. You were about to leave when one of them, who introduced himself as Sashi, asked you if you could help them get everything they needed since they didn´t knew the place and had to go back to the submarine quickly. You wondered why they were in a hurry but didn´t asked and helped them.

· Although they had you as a guide it still took you some time until they had everything. But nevertheless you had everything you needed and made your way back to the submarine. You had a good time with the people and actually forgot that they were pirates since they seemed to be so nice and respectful.

· At the submarine you helped them get everything inside and got plenty of thank you´s from the crew on board. After everything was on board you wished them the best and said your last goodbyes when a grumpy and annoyed looking man approached you from the forest.

· “Captain? What happened? Why did you leave the ship?”, asked the bear with worry in his eyes. You were confused and looked at the tall man who had a sword in his hand. “We have a problem. The pharmacies here won´t sell me any medical products without a permission paper of the health ministry or a doctor.”, you had a small smile on your lips and wondered what he needed that they didn´t sell him. As far as you knew basic medicines were always sell without a problem. “But did you tell them that you were a surgeon?”, the man looked at the bear with pure annoyance and frustration because of the situation he was in. He talked to him and some other people of his crew and tried to find a solution. You on the other hand were surprised that the captain of these pirates was a surgeon. You wanted to ask him were and who taught him to be a surgeon when the gaze of the man fell upon you.

· “Who are you and what are you doing on my submarine?”, the sudden shift of his voice from annoyance to anger surprised you and left you overwhelmed. “I´m no one special. I just helped your men to get the needed supplies and I will leave now. My apologizes for disturbing Sir.”, you were about to leave when the captain spoke up again. “You are a civilian of this island. Tell me why the pharmacies have such strict rules?”, you stopped in your tracks and turned around. “It´s a long story but as much as I can tell you and you need to know is that without permission you can´t be helped. But what do you exactly need? Usually they sell basic medicines without a problem.”, you asked worried to say something inappropriate and anger the pirate. “I´m a surgeon and I not only need basic supplies but also supplies for surgeries.”

· You had so many questions but help back and just nodded. Without thinking twice you asked for a pen and paper and told them that you will help them. With a simple nod the captain gave a permission that made one of his crew mates to go get you what you wanted. With a pen and a notebook in your hands you stared to write down whatever they needed. The list of supplies was accompanied by a letter by you and a signature of yours. The pirates were confused but didn´t asked what exactly you were doing until the captain took the writing and read the letter. With a raised brow and a smirk he told you that this was faking a document when you simply nodded and told him that this was going to help them. You took the paper back and mad him follow you and let you take care of the supplies. He wasn´t really opposed of the help of someone and clearly made you feel and hear it but there was nothing he could do. He needed all of the things and he absolutely had cero time and patience for waiting for a paper of the ministry. So he obeyed and did anything that was needed.

· “Thank you for helping. Is there a way I can pay you back?”, the words that left the dark haired mans lips made you think about a question that lingered on your mind since a while. “How did you become a surgeon? You´re obviously a pirate. Where did you gained all of the knowledge. And on top of that you seem pretty young for a surgeon. I´m really curious.”, you thought that you crossed a line when he looked you in the eyes with a emotionless expression. “I´m pretty young for a surgeon you say? What about you? You can´t be older than me. And the woman working there called you doctor too, didn´t she?”, with a smile on his lips he approached you and took the huge box out of your hands just to hand you his sword. “Take care of it for me. It´s precious, would you?”

· You were dumfounded and just blinked confused and followed him. Is a sword always that heavy? You wondered while you followed the man that walked past you. And it´s so big? The blade must be long. You were inspecting the sword in your hands while trying to remember your grandfathers knowledge of swords. He told me something about a number of really well known swords. I wonder if this one’s also part of it. You were lost in your thoughts when the voice of the over tattooed man took you by surprise and made you stumble over a none existing stone.

· “It´s just a sword. No more or less. Anyways don´t you wanna tell me what exactly your profession is?”, a bit dumfounded you looked at him then the sword for a few times until your brain realized that he asked you a question. “Well... yeah sure! I am a psychologist. My focus until now is on kids and teenager but I might also get into the studies for adults in the future. At the moment I am doing basis studies for gynecology out of interest but also because my best friend recently got pregnant. But honestly it is so interesting….”,

· You were talking like it was the most normal thing ever. As if it wasn´t something special that would make anyone see a genius in you. A beautiful genius with beautiful warm green- yellow eyes. Law was looking at you with awe but tried his best to keep a monotone look on. He once in a while hummed or nodded to make sure you don´t feel like you are talking to yourself. He was amazed by your passion and was full of joy that he found someone with a mind that was similar to his.

· “…. Although I really found interest in gynecology I honestly wouldn´t stop my work as a psychologist since it´s something I always wanted to do. I just want kids to be seen as an equally competent and smart living being as a adult…. Oh. Look we´re back. Hey Bepo!”

· Disappointment. Law was disappointed in the fact how short the way back to the submarine was. He wanted to hear you talk more about yourself. The wish to hear you do so made him do something that wasn´t like his usual self. “Guys, let´s stay here for today. We will set sail tomorrow. The island seems save and the people are nice. And your bodies need some sunlight. Bepo and the girls are way too sensitive lately.”, the girls of his crew instantly went into a fighting mode and were ready to throw hands if it weren´t for the boys who held them back. The sight of the mad girls and the worried looks of the boys really amused you and made you chuckle.

· “Do you mind having lunch with me? I would like to hear more about your researches.”, he asked while avoiding looking in your eyes. With a bright smile you nodded and asked him if he could tell you something about himself too, what he agreed on.

· Out of just one night it turned into a week the heart pirates stayed what was pretty unusual but didn´t seem to bother the captain a lot. In fact it was him who forgot that they had a plan to follow and reach Sabaody but that was long forgotten.

· With a lot of time and patience the man who kept talking with you managed to get you to join his crew and become a part time pirate how you liked to call it. He didn´t mind that and in fact liked it and called it cute

· It didn´t took you long to get used to your new environment and home. You had a good time and the heart pirates enjoyed your accompany. More so their actual captain that tried to be around you as much as possible. Even when you didn´t talk to each other and had a calm and peaceful silence fill the room you were in, he was happy. He liked and enjoyed it to the fullest. Quiet study sessions were a routine for the two of you. Every two days you would meet up in his bedroom (that was the only quiet place in the whole submarine because the crew is so damn loud and lively. Like basically the opposite of their captain) and have those little study sessions.

· With you being part of the heart pirates a lot of things changed for Law. As the captain who was also in charge for the health of his crew of 20 people he always had a lot to do. But since you came he had it way easier. From the day you put a feet on the submarine you asked for permission to take over the health quarter and the medical files of the crew. Without even having to start a discussion he gave them to you and let you take care of them.

· Law was grateful for you and your decision to join him in his journey. He appreciated and respected you so much that he would sometimes just stare at you when you worked while a tiny smile would lay on his lips. “Captain. Do you like y/n? Cuz you’re staring at her for more than an hour now. Like every day. Are you ok?”, would Penguin say and get a death glare from his captain.

· With months passing Law found out that he indeed liked you. He knew that he was more than just happy when you came to him for his opinion on something. He liked how you would leave his cabin without a word just to come back with a tray of coffee and water. He knew that his heart would start beating faster whenever you would stand at his back and give him a head massage. He knew that the slight pain that would grow in his heart whenever you would give Shashi or Penguin a head massage was because he wanted to be in their position. He knew that he didn´t like how you took care of the guys in his crew because you would touch them and give them a hug after every check up. He would feel sad whenever he would find you sitting between Bepos legs with some of his crew members around you when you told them stories about the universe and gave them astrology lessons they gladly and always took when they were free. You amazed them and taught them so many things.

· He knew and understood all of his emotions but never called them love until he was spending a night on deck of the submarine with you.

· He didn´t sleep for night’s again. He couldn´t sleep for nights but his body told him to do so. It screamed at him to lay down and close his eyes but his mind held him back like any other time too. His mind that told him that he needed to be awake and take care of his people. His mind that showed him the scariest and saddest scenarios whenever he wanted to sleep. His mind that would show him a picture of you whenever he wanted to sleep. His mind that would get his heart to start racing and being the cause of his heavy breathing.

· “Law you should sleep.”, you said walking up to him. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “Law?”, “I should sleep. I know that but my mind is telling me not because it is the only way I can keep my crew save.”, you said nothing. You kept quiet and listened to him. But your silence made him feel like he said the dumbest thing ever. “I´m sorry. I probably sound ridic…”, “No you don´t. I can understand you. Having these thoughts as a captain is accurate and understandable. There are people looking up to you. People who think that their captain will save them and take care of them no matter what will happen.”, Laws gaze that was fixed on the horizon was now drifting down to the water below them. “It´s okay to have these fears but you need to take care of yourself. Your body needs to rest. If you don´t want to do that for yourself then please do it for me and the rest of your crew. Because obviously I am the only one that can´t fight and needs protection.”

· A little smile grew on Laws lips that made him look at your hand that was laying on his. Your small hand that seemed so fragile like fine china. “There is nothing to worry about. I´ll protect you with my life y/n.”

· “I know you will but therefore you need to sleep and rest.”, Law stood on the spot without moving. His gaze now laying on your hand that was softly put on his made him realize how close you were standing next to him. So close. So damn close. He could feel the warmth that radiated from your body. He could feel you. But at the same time it wasn´t close enough. His brain was shut off and his mind was blank.

· Neither he nor did you know how it happened but one thing was clear. You were hugging each other and liking it. Law pulled you close to his body with absolutely nothing being able to fit between you two. The only thing that was separating you was your clothes. “Y/n….”, he was saying your name like he was about to start a sentence. A sentence that couldn´t leave his lips. He was frustrated. He was mad and he hated himself. He hid his face on your shoulder and breathed in your smell while a sentence left his lips you only could dream of.

· “Don´t leave me if you don´t wanna break my heart.”

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loki-hargreeves · 5 years ago

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Hela is Loki’s birth mother THEORY

Alright, my theory begins with Hela’s story. She says herself that they were going to take over the nine realms, revealing that she was power-hungry. She was raised to be that way.

Then all of a sudden, Odin “ashamed of how he got it” wanted to stop. He wanted to be a good king. Hela didn’t want to accept that. Instead of being banished right off the bat, I think Hela tried to come up with her own plan to continue the reign of power, with or without Odin.

Which is how she met Laufey.

Laufey, who was sick and tired of Odin and Asgard in general. When Hela, Odin’s daughter came to meet him, he was interested to hear her out. I believe that Hela proposed a suggestion that they would work together. Together Hela and Laufey could bring Jotunheim back to its glory and they could eventually take over the other realms.

Odin didn’t know anything about this. Laufey made a fake peace treaty with Odin, as Hela says in her story.

During this time, they fell in love. Hela got pregnant with Loki. Obviously she couldn’t hide that from anyone. She joined Laufey’s side fulltime and finally betrayed Odin. I think Odin tried to stop her which led to a battle. It was the battle in which Hela killed a lot of Asgardian soldiers. She got away with it and fled to Jotunheim.

She had Loki at some point. Laufey and Hela decided to leave Loki on Jotunheim as they travelled to Midgard/Earth, Tønsberg Norway to be exact. They were going to begin their conquest there.

It’s the beginning of Thor 1;

(I think it looked more like this tbh)

During that battle, Odin didn’t only win over Jotunheim. He banished Hela.

I think he banished Hela in tonsberg, because it’s the same place where Hela comes back. It’s where Odin went to die. To a place where he could think about his past. He felt tied to Tonsberg because it’s where he lost his daughter.

Anyway, back to when Loki was a baby.

Odin knew Hela had been pregnant. He also knew that Hela had teamed up with the Frost giants. He knew that Hela’s child was on Jotunheim. As Loki’s GRANDfather, Odin wanted Loki back. He missed Hela so Loki was the closest thign to her that he could have.

Knowing that Odin is a d*ck, he also kept in mind that Loki could be used to “unite the kingdoms one day” yadda yadda yadda.

Also keep in mind that Loki was “small for a giant’s offspring” it’s ebcause he’s half Asgardian. Loki had Asgardian traits because of Hela. He’s powerful because of Hela. Also they look so much alike.

Why else would Odin, someone who was knee-deep in Jotun blood, take in a random ass baby? Wouldn’t the Frostgiants’ casket be enough?

That’s why when Loki confronted Odin back in THor 1, Odin was so upset. Not only did his “son” find out he was adopted, but the confrontation reminded Odin so much of Hela. A daughter no one had talekd about for over a thousand years. It must’ve been hard for the old king.

He only gave Loki half the truth.

(This is from the official Thor 1 script, not the movie)

Loki: You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?

Odin: You are my son, my blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.

Look Odin, I don’t know if you knew this but if you snatch a random baby, it won’t have your blood

UNLESS

Loki truly has Odin’s blood. Not as his son, but as his grandson.

The truth he wanted to protect Loki from was Hela. Not Jotunheim, not Laufey or anything like that. It was Hela. How could Odin have told Loki about Hela when no one even remembered her/knew of her? It was Odin’s greatest secret! Then of course, before Odin could say another word, he fell into Odinsleep.

Now, let’s talk about Laufey, shall we?

In Thor 1 when Thor, Loki, Sif and the warriors three go to Jotunheim, Thor wonders how they got into Asgard.

Thor: How did your people get into Asgard?

Laufey: *stares directly at Loki* Odin’s house is full of traitors.

Note: not a traitor, traitorS

Sure, he refers to the fact Loki told them how to get in there. But since Laufey said it in plurals, it would only make sense he’s also talking about Hela. Hela, who also belongs to Odin’s house. Who also betrayed Odin. The traitors Laufey talked about were Loki AND Hela.

Laufey: (to Thor) “You do not know what your actions will unleash.....I do”

Look at how sad he is. How he clearly thinks back to something that hurt him as he says that.

According to Odin, Laufey abandoned Loki, left him to die. But what I see here is a father who lost something dear to him. Not only did Laufey lose Hela, he lost Loki too. And it seems to me Laufey didn’t abandon Loki. This theory is strengthened when Laufey says this about Odin “Your father is a murderer and a thief!” Yes, Odin stole the casket but he also stole/kidnapped Loki.

The entire scene in which Loki offers Laufey a deal reminds Laufey so much of Hela. How over a thousand years ago she was the one in Loki’s shoes, offering Laufey a chance very much like Loki’s. It’s why he’s genuinely so interested in it. I also think Laufey wanted his son back, one way or another and that this deal would bring them closer to each other. Laufey didn’t know how to suspect Loki because he was a father who wanted to get to know his son. It was a one time opportunity he simply couldn’t let go of. (+ he would get the casket as well so it’s a win-win situation).

One last thing,

just look at them

Also in this scene when Loki throws a dagger at Hela, Hela catches it. Instead of throwing it back at Loki and killing him, she throws it back and sends Loki away. She has no interest nor passion whatsoever in fighting Loki. She doesn’t want to kill him, she didn’t even want to INJURE HIM. Because he’s her son.

Instead, she goes right to Thor, her brother whom she was replaced by. She has motivation to fight Thor, but no motivation to fight her son, right? After all, Loki has done nothing bad to her. She loves him deep down, I’m sure.

When Hela was in Odin’s vault, she saw the frost giants’ casket and she called it weak. OBVIOUSLY, she has experience with it. She put her trust in Jotunheim and still lost to Odin. That’s why she called it weak.

Loki and Hela also share a common interest, the tesseract

IN NORSE MYTHOLOGY Loki is Hela’s father. Loki is also Thor’s uncle. But if this theory would be true, Thor would be Loki’s uncle, Hela would be Loki’s mother. The roles are reversed from mythology.

Bonus:

In Norse mythology, Odin sacrificed his eye to gain wisdom. But this was never mentioned in the comics. In fact, it was shown that he lost his eye during the very same battle in which I believe he banished Hela. The battle which led him to take Loki.

What if Hela was the one to make Odin one-eyed?

And when Hela first saw Thor, this is what happened:

Thor: “I’m Thor, son of Odin.”

Hela: “Really? You don’t look like him.”

Later in that same movie, Hela does this to Thor

So if Hela was the one to do that to Odin, it would place her at the scene of the battle, Jotunheim vs Asgard.

Also, when Hela was by Odin’s side, Odin had two eyes. Odin lost his eye when he took in Loki. Hela was gone before that (presumably banished after she took his eye). So how would Hela, who has been banished for 1000+, know that Odin had one eye if she wasn’t there to witness it? She clearly knew about it because she said that to Thor. I’m convinced Hela was the one who did it to Odin. Like if not, the franchise has a pothole. So it’s almost certain that Hela was in that battle. Case closed.

That’s all for now. Please let me know what you think of this theory 💚

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years ago

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Little Stars

A/n: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1.5K!!! THISMEANS SO MUCH TO ME SO HERES A LITTLE IMAGINES I WROTE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD THAN K YUO GUYS AGain

(this is way longer than I thought it would be! also not edited lol sorry)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: maybe like one or two curse words, sexual tension??

Summary: Y/n is an up and coming artist. The problem is her collection deadline is one past up and coming. Lacking motivation since the job was assigned she is stuck the day before her deadline with no paintings or photos and thoroughly depressed. That is until shes see inspiration outside her window. Inspiration by the name of Lee Felix.

Genre: Fluff, strangers to ‘lovers’,

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Empty. My brain was empty. I had two months. Two months to come up with a small exhibit for a local gallery I was signed to. Two months. For five paintings. Or photos. Or both. TOO MANY DECISIONS. Decisions...granted I should have made...two months ago.

I sat near the biggest window in my apartment. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a natural glow on the stark white canvas. I just needed a theme. A subject. I know! I could do a five-part exhibition on tea kettles!

“Oh for pete’s sake, I’m going crazy,” I said head in my hands.

I can’t paint teapots. Flowers are overdone. What the hell am I supposed to paint? This exhibition was a huge deal. I had nothing and my deadline was tomorrow night.

That’s it. I’m done. My short career is finished. I should just throw away all my paints and pencils and chalk and coal and trash all the canvases that littered my apartment. I glanced at my phone which sat a few feet away from me on a small wooden table littered with tubes of paint and jars filled with brushes and blades covered in paint.

An hour had passed and I still had yet to touch my brush to the canvas. Groaning, I rested my forehead against the linen canvas. “Come on, Y/n. Search your artsy soul for inspiration.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine the canvas being filled by something beautiful. Something worthy of love and legacy. Something that could burn a hole in my life and set it on fire. Something to ignite my passion again.

When I opened them, of course, the canvas was still empty and my brain was too.

With the thousandth aggravated sigh of the hour, I sat up and looked out the huge window near me. My eyes caught on a flash of blonde hair. Down on the street, a boy with light hair and bright eyes was bouncing along with two other boys. They were joking around and laughing, as people who’s entire job wasn’t on the line would do. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

All of a sudden I could see the brush strokes of his hair on my canvas. The delicate lines of his eyes. I needed to paint him.

I launched myself out of the chair and rushed to the door. My feet took the stairs two at a time and I jumped the last three before sprinting out onto the street. My head turned in all directions trying to find the boy I saw from my window. Once again, I found his blonde mop bouncing and laughing down the street, away from my apartment.

“Hey!” I called out, running to catch up.

Good grief boys walk fast. “Hey! You! With the blonde hair!” At my words, the three boys turned around, astonished someone was running at them. After a few words, the boys started running away. “No! Wait! I need to talk to the Blonde Guy!” I yelled out of breath. Desperate, I ran after them. Thankfully they turned down an alley only a few feet away that I knew was a dead end.

I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. The three boys stared at me a little fearful. “Look, I just need to talk to Goldilocks. I saw him from my window and there was just something about you. It inspired me.”

“Well... yeah. We’re kind of famous. We get that a lot.” The boy with doe-like eyes and dark, almost black hair said like it was obvious. The boy with blonde hair elbowed him in the stomach making the other laugh.

“You’re famous?” I asked, finally standing upright. They looked between each other surprised.

“You don’t know who we are?” The youngest looking asked. He reminded me of a fox I painted once. “Sorry. We thought you were a crazy fan.” To be honest I hadn’t really been keeping up with the news or popular things lately. I had been holed up in my apartment trying to paint. “We’re from a group called Stray Kids. I’m Jeongin. The rude guy is Jisung, and that’s Felix.”

My eye immediately darted to the boy now known to me as Felix. “Felix...” I said looking him over. He was even more entrancing up close. He had soft sun spots dancing across his cheeks and nose that brightened up his face. Freckles. How cute. How different.

“Yeah...what’s your name?”

“Uh- I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened. “Hyung! Isn’t she that painter that Hyunijn likes? He dragged us to that gallery last year to see her stuff.” Jisung nodded and looked from me back to Felix. “Our friend loves your stuff. He made us take a bunch of pictures of him in front of it.”

“Oh, that’s awesome.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Felix, and he noticed.

“Do you think we could like buy a painting off you? That would shut him up for like a solid six months.” Jisung said pulling out his wallet. “How much are we talking?”

“For something I have with me? Not in a gallery? Probably like....Fifteen.” I said, still quite distracted. My imagination was spiraling out of control with how I wanted to paint the boy in front of me. How I wanted to capture his image. Photograph him.

“Fifteen bucks? Great! That’s awes-”

“Fifteen hundred.”

Felix burst into laughter as the look on Jisung’s face fell. His hand was frozen, extended out in front of him, already prepared to give me fifteen dollars. My heart skipped a beat watching Felix’s bright grin. He practically glowed.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you choose any painting you want from my apartment and I’ll sign it for...Hyunjin, was it?” The boys nodded. “I’ll give it to you if Felix will help me finish my new exhibition. It shouldn’t take long. I’ll even-”

“Sure.”

Felix shrugged with a small smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked me over with a soft and happy gaze. It seemed I intrigued him as much as he intrigued me.

“My apartment is just around the corner.”

“Cool. Just a heads up, I’ve never modeled except for like album jackets and stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The closer he got, the harder it was not to smile. Jisung and Jeongin were joking behind us, something about Felix finally getting into a pretty girl’s apartment, but it all kind of faded away as I walked back with Felix. I felt the passion to paint again burning in my stomach.

✧

Felix patiently waited as I opened the door to my apartment. When we entered I hastily cleaned up some random junk cluttering the counters as he looked around. There was nothing I could do about the multiple canvases lying in stacks all around the living room.

“Wow. You are really good.” He said looking at a large canvas painted with bright and happy colors near my kitchen. Why did the compliment feel different coming from him?

“Thank you very much. I’ve had a bit of a dry spell recently.”

“For how long?”

“Give or take three months.”

Felix chuckled and looked at the other paintings near him. While he explored my art-filled apartment, I set up my camera on a tripod near the window and adjusted the position of my easel. “So, how is this gonna work?”

“Um...I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never been inspired like this before. I really have no idea what medium I’ll end up using...so I’m sort of using...all of them.” Felix laughed again watching me frantically prepping everything I could possibly need. I didn’t miss the lingering stares he cast my way.

“We’re doing photos? Should I like put on a base or something?”

“NO!” He was a little shocked at my outburst. He probably wasn’t used to being photographed without makeup. “Sorry. I just- I don’t want you covered up. I want to paint everything. Everything about you.” I looked to see a shy blush on Felix’s face as he came to stand near me by the window.

“So, I sit here?” He motioned to the windowsill, overlooking the street on which I discovered him. The light hit him perfectly, bouncing of his cheekbones and practically giving him a halo.

I nodded quietly and adjusted a few settings on my camera before returning to my easel. Felix looked at me with a smile. I laughed seeing he was trying to pose and stay very still.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll ask you to be still if I need to.”

The sound of the camera clicking filled the apartment as Felix watched me paint him. The lines came easy to me as if I had painted him many times before. He watched as I painted the lines of his face and his eyes quickly appeared on the canvas, staring back at me just like he was.

“Do you want some music? This will take a while. I’ve got five pieces to do.” Felix chuckled, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

“Music would be wonderful.” With a smile, I shoved my wet paintbrush behind my ear, streaking my cheek and possibly my hair, and shuffled over to turn on my stereo. Felix let a curious grin slip onto his lips. “Classical?”

“Do you like it? It helps me focus.” He nodded and looked out the window. His eyes closed as the sound of soft violins floated through the apartment. “So, Felix, what’s your favorite book.” He was a little shocked at the random question, but that happy smile returned.

“Ummm...let’s see,” While he thought I continued painting, the basics of his face and form already done. I quickly painted the window and background so I could go back to focusing on the shadows and details of Felix’s face. My hands worked quickly, shading in the dark patches behind the cushions and curtains.

“Peter Rabbit.”

“Like the kid’s book?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing! It’s just different. I knew there was something special about you.” I said with a laugh, grabbing a smaller brush and looking at the shadows behind Felix. He tilted his head, resting it on the window.

“Why did you pick me?”

The movement of my brush stopped. My eyes met the dark brown stare Felix held. He smirked noticing the heat rushing to my cheeks. “I thought you looked like a shooting star.” His eyebrows rose and he tried not to laugh.

“That’s quite the artist's answer.”

“Well, I am an artist.”

He chuckled and started playing with the edge of his sleeve. “So, a shooting star?” Again, I blushed. The painting was almost finished I just needed to finish the details of his eyes and cheeks. “Yeah. I don’t know. You just seemed so full of life. Something fleeting. Something...ephemeral.”

“Ephemeral? As in not lasting? What am I supposed to turn into dust after you’ve finished with me?” He laughed, his eyes crinkling. My eyes trailed down his cheeks to look at the stars dancing across his skin. The freckles scattered about his cheeks. Delicately, I began placing each and every spot as Felix told me about his life.

“It’s finished.”

“Can I see?” He said jumping up from the window sill. I shook my head and grabbed the still wet canvas. “Come on, Y/n! Let me see!” He chased me around the living room trying to carefully grab the painting. I laughed when his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to him.

“You can see it when the collection is complete! We have more art to make!” He laughed and let me place the painting away to dry. Together we walked over back to the window and he sat back down, watching me expectantly.

I scanned through the photos the camera captured. They were fantastic. They were the perfect candids. I could edit these into black and white and it would be gorgeous. Felix came to look over my shoulder. He gasped at the pictures.

“How the hell did you do that?” Felix gently took the camera and scrolled through the pictures. “Seriously. You were busy painting. How did you do this?” I shrugged and cleaned some of my brushes while he looked through the photos.

“Sometimes it is not about the angle or the position. It’s just what the subject is doing or feeling.” I took the camera and scrolled to a certain picture. “Like this one.” Felix looked at the picture. It was him leaning against the window, his eyes crescents and aimed somewhere off frame. “Do you know when this was?” He shook his head and looked to me.

“When I called you a shooting star.” Felix looked at the photo again, seeing it in a new light.

“So, what’s next?”

I felt so close to Felix. Like I had known him for years. Had it really only been a few hours? My eyes traced the lines of his shoulders and back. The perfect canvas.

“Can I...paint on you?”

His eyes widened for a millisecond and he let out a breathy laugh. “Have you done it before?” I shrugged and wiped my paint stained hands on my jeans. When I looked up he had moved a little closer.

“I’ve never really wanted to. Like I said, I don’t want to capture your image...covered up. It should be seen naturally.”

Felix smiled. “So, where are we doing this?” He said softly. My heart thumped against my chest. I pointed to an open space on the wood floor and he nodded. I grabbed some body paints I had lying around in a cabinet and brought them over to Felix.

“Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” He nodded and slipped his shirt over his head. I motioned for him to lie on his stomach and he followed my instruction. Felix shivered when his tan skin touched the cool wood floor.

“What got you into painting?” Felix asked, resting his head on his arms. I picked out the brush I wanted to start with. My palm rested on his shoulder as the brush hovered over his back.

“I’m not really sure. You see...I really sucked at math.”

Felix let out the largest laugh, one that shook his whole chest. I took the opportunity to start painting. Soon his lower back was filled with swirling colors of blues and purples. “Is everything okay?” Felix asked, interrupting his own story.

“Yeah, just an awkward angle.”

“You can adjust if you want to. I don’t mind.” My skin started to crawl when Felix turned to me in the eye. Like he was inviting me to come even closer to him. He smiled at the blush on my cheeks before turning his head away. Hesitantly, I situated myself above Felix, slowly resting some of my weight on the lowest part of his back possible. I saw him smile when he felt my knees on either side of his hips.

Felix continued his story about something one of his friends named Chan did the other night. The sound of his low voice mixed with the music still playing guided my brush like it had a mind of its own. When I looked at my work, a nebula with hundreds of little stars was born onto his skin.

“I think it’s done.”

Carefully, I got off of Felix and helped him up. I set the camera up again and it started taking pictures. Taking Felix’s hand I pulled him in front of the lens and positioned him with his back towards the camera. He watched me as I positioned his body, my hands unintentionally lingering on his shoulders.

Felix turned to me as I began to pull away. “I didn’t know art could be so intimate.” I looked down to see his hand on my arm, his body was slightly turned at the waist towards me and his eyes bore into mine. Never had I felt this passionate about something other than art. I liked Felix. A lot. More than I should admit after just meeting the man. “Is it supposed to be like this?”

I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice I stepped closer. “No,” His hand slid around the base of my back. “Maybe you are a shooting star. I couldn’t have wished for something this incredible.” He smiled and looked down at me.

“Can I kiss you? Sorry...I just-”

“You really didn’t have to ask.” Felix, let out a small laugh, almost a giggle, making me smile. My fingers traveled up his neck and into the edge of his blonde hair. “Well, are you gonna do it or are you gonna chicken out, Felix?”

“Oh shh.”

His lips tasted like strawberries. He was gentle and slow, like he was savoring every moment. When he pulled away I rested my forehead against his. “I do not regret putting off my work until the last minute.” He laughed, his eyes brightening and lighting up the whole room.

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Standing in the gallery felt like a second home. My exhibition hung on the wall .It was one of my greatest yet. The gallery had given me an extension after seeing the semi-finished product. A group of rowdy boys walked towards me, a familiar and handsome face leading them.

“Y/n!” He called, running up and greeting me with a kiss. The other seven boys followed after him. One of the taller ones hung towards the back clearly nervous.

“You must be Hyunjin?” I asked reaching for his hand. His eyes widened and he shook my hand vigorously. His sharp features lifted into a grin and he laughed. “You might want to let go of my hand eventually.”

“Oh. Sorry. I’m just such a big fan.”

“I know. Felix has told me all about you. I’ve got a painting signed for you in my car.” Hyunjin’s jaw dropped and I swear he almost fell backwards had Jisung not been there to catch him.

“So, what is your collection called?” The boy Felix pointed out to me as Chan asked. Felix proudly wrapped an arm around my waist as I guided the group to the first piece.

“It’s called Little Stars.” Felix, blushed when I lightly pinched his cheek. The boys marveled at the first painting. It was one of Felix sitting in my window. It was the only piece in color. We moved on to the second piece. The photo I had shown Felix of him smiling.

The next photo was a frame I had cropped to show just his eyes. Even in black and white Felix still managed to bring color and life with just a single look. “Wow, Felix! I had no idea you were this cool looking!” Minho said, marveling at the photograph. Felix kicked him as we moved forward.

The second to last photo showed the painting I did on Felix’s back. He was completely turned away from the camera, but you could see my hands on his shoulder and waist. I had edited the photo so just my hands and arms were seen. Felix smiled and kissed the top of my head before the both of us led the group to the exhibit finale.

“DAMN FELIX!” Jisung yelled.

“Jisung. We are in an art gallery. Don’t yell.” Chan scolded.

“Sorry, but Felix got game.”

I laughed and looked at the photo; it was my favorite. Felix was half turned towards me but you could still see the nebula and stars on his back, his hand was gripping my waist tightly and he smiled down at me, our foreheads pressed together. You could see my fingers pulling away from the base of his hair, giving movement to the photo.

“This is incredible, Y/n.”

“Well, it’s all you so I should say so.” He kissed my cheek with that bright smile of his. “You really are my shooting star. I’m getting everything I could ever wish for.”

✧

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ssa-montgomery · 4 years ago

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Tea and Coffee

Word Count: 1353

Summary: The five times Meredith and Addison bring each other tea and coffee (and hot chocolate) in the hospital and the one time Meredith suggests they have a coffee date.

Characters: Meredith x Addison

Warnings: Fluff, mention of patient death, minor angst, some hurt/comfort

Day 2: Tea & Coffee

A/N: Welcome to day 2 of Fantober! I really enjoyed writing this fic and while I know it might not be my best work I'm proud of myself for getting these fics finished all in one day :) I hope you all enjoy this MerAdd fluff with some minor hurt/comfort! I will definitely have more content for these two this month so keep an eye out for it.

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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Addison was buried in a mountain of paperwork behind the nurse's station. Charts to update, orders to write and surgeries to sign off one. She knew she could simply ask one of the interns to do the work but it was quiet enough on the OB floor and she liked to look over them herself before she signed them anyway so why not do them when she had a free minute. But now a free minute had turned into almost an hour. She had so many different cases spinning around in her mind that she barely even registered that someone had come to a stop on the other side of the station. That was until a takeaway cup was placed down on top of the chart in front of her. She blinked, taking a few seconds to register what was happening before she looked up to see Meredith Grey standing in front of her.

"Sloan sent Izzie to get him a cappuccino so she grabbed coffee for all of us but um, you look like you could use it more than me. It's just black coffee." Meredith explained running her hand across the back of her neck. She looked almost nervous about how Addison would react to the gesture as she averted her gaze to the charts.

"Oh." Addison had to admit she was slightly stunned by the situation. She had been civil with Meredith ever since she accepted the job at the hospital but they hadn't exactly been friends. "Thank you, Dr Grey. I could definitely use a pick me up with all this paperwork, I appreciate it."

"Well I have patients I have to go check on so, I'll see you later Dr Montgomery."

With that Meredith turned and disappeared down the hall leaving Addison, still confused by the whole situation, to sip on her coffee.

~~~

"Dr Grey!" Meredith was just walking out of the intern locker room to head home when she heard her name being called from behind her. She looked down the hall and saw Addison walking towards her. She must have been leaving the hospital too because she had changed out of her lab coat and salmon scrubs and back into her red dress she had arrived in that morning. She had a takeaway cup from the coffee cart in the lobby in each hand.

"I know we didn't have much luck in surgery today but I just wanted to thank you for your assistance, and to repay for you the coffee the other day," Addison explained handing her one of the cups. Meredith could smell the sweet contents and she smiled.

"Juju?"

"Yeah." Addison laughed. "I uh, I really just like the excuse to buy hot chocolate. Especially this time of year, it's nice when it's cold out."

"It is. Thank you, Addison."

"I'll see you tomorrow for rounds, Meredith."

~~~

Addison was sitting in her office pouring over the most recent scans and lab results of the patient they had admitted the night before. Her labs were all over the place, the patient's numbers had gone sky-high overnight and Addison still couldn't quite figure out what was causing it. She was beginning to worry she would have to operate in order to save the baby before she even knew what was happening which was a risk all of its own. The door to her office opened and Meredith walked inside a cup of something warm still in her hand. Addison could see the steam rising up from the cup and suddenly she wished she had asked her to bring her back something too. The intern had gone on her lunch break twenty minutes ago while Addison stayed behind to work on the case.

"Any luck?" She asked moving to look at the chart over Addison's shoulder. As she did she placed the cup down in front of Addison. Unlike before, it was a wordless exchange. It was nature now, almost a routine.

"No." Addison sighed with a shake of her head. She picked up the cup and took a long drink before placing it back down. It was some sort of sweet flavoured tea that Addison couldn't place her finger on. "I still have no idea. Thank you, Meredith."

"You'll figure it out, I know you will," Meredith assured her. She lifted her hand like she was about to place it on Addison's shoulder but last second she hesitated. Instead, she simply rested her hand on the back of her chair.

~~~

"Morning Mer." Addison smiled holding a cup of coffee out to her.

"Morning Addison." Meredith smiled back at her taking a well-needed sip of coffee. Meredith was exhausted and she was certain it was plastered across her face. She had shown up early for pre-rounds and it wasn't even after sunrise yet. All she had wanted to do since she walked into the hospital was to find an on-call room to pass out in. She prayed this coffee kicked in soon.

"I'll try to take it easy on you until you wake up." Addison chuckled leading her down the hall, charts in hand. She halved the charts and handed one of the piles to Meredith. "We can spilt the morning check-ups, hopefully, that will speed them up. I have to admit I'm not entirely awake yet myself."

Meredith nodded mid-yawn and accepted the charts. She downed the last of her coffee and threw the cup into the bin before heading off to start her work for the day.

~~~

Addison hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights in the on-call room before she collapsed down onto the bed. She was curled up against the wall, a pillow hugged against her chest in an attempt to ground herself even just slightly. After that last surgery, her mind was racing. It should have been simple, a routine surgery but something had gone wrong and they had lost the patient. She was on the verge of tears when she saw the light from the hall spill across the floor. The door swung shut again and then Meredith was there, kneeling in front of the bed.

"Here." She whispered." The caffeine will help."

Addison nodded, not trusting her own voice enough to thank Meredith. She hadn't realised how cold she was until she accepted the cup and the coffee warmed her hands.

"Are you alright Addie?" Meredith asked, moving from the floor to the edge of the bed.

"Fine." She sighed finally finding her voice again after the first sip of coffee. "Just - long day you know?"

"Yeah, I get that," Meredith said. "Do you uh, do you want me to stay?"

"Please."

Meredith shifted across the bed then so she was sitting next to Addison with her back against the wall. Addison let herself shift closer to her then as she slowly drank her coffee. The caffeine really did help. And so did having Meredith next to her.

~~~

Meredith sat in the corner of the shop nervously fidgeting with a packet of sugar as she closely watched the clock. She was surprised by the sudden surge of confidence she had found when she suggested that she and Addison should get coffee together sometime and she was even more surprised when she had actually agreed. Now her anxiety over the situation had finally caught up with her as she waited for Addison to show up. She wouldn't have been shocked if she didn't show up. Maybe the whole thing was a bad idea, maybe Addison thought it was inappropriate to have coffee dates with her interns. Maybe Addison simply didn't return Meredith's feelings like that.

"Hello, Meredith." Meredith looked up to see Addison smiling warmly down at her.

"Addison you came." She let out a sigh of relief as she watched her take a set opposite her, all of the anxieties suddenly falling away at the sight of her.

"Of course I came." Addison laughed gently, placing her handbag down on the ground next to her and shrugging off her coat to hang it across the back of her chair.

"I'm glad you did." Meredith smiled back at her.

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sserpente · 5 years ago

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A/N: Request from anon. I’ve been writing so much fluff lately, I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2029 Warnings: injury, fluff

Autumn truly was the most beautiful time of the year, your small cabin deep in the woods the best investment you had ever made. Every year, at this time, you came here to recharge and take a break from the exhausting and busy city life; living surrounded by red, yellow, orange and brown leaves both on the trees and on the ground made this the perfect and most breath-taking opportunity to do so, even if it was only for the weekends.

The day had started off quietly. An amazing breakfast, a cup of coffee and a good book. It was tranquil, idyllic… the land around you beautiful and peaceful—that was until you suddenly spotted a body lying on the ground not too far from your cabin. You gasped, an ice cold shiver running down your spine as you hurried to put on your jacket and then stormed outside in midst of the forest.

It was a he. A handsome, outrageously good looking he. Sharp cheekbones, a beautiful face… a thin but well-trained body… biting your lower lip, you touched him gently. Still warm. And there was a pulse. You breathed out relieved. He was alive then.

So why was he unconscious? Your eyes scanned his heavenly body, searching for any injuries. Once more you gasped. His dark blue shirt was drenched in blood. You had to help him. You knew what injuries like these could cause in the woods. He could be dead before dusk—if he didn’t bleed out, surely a wolf or another wild animal would claim him.

Taking another deep breath to gather your strength, you bent down to grab his upper arms and pull him inside.

He was heavy. Heavy enough your back hurt when you had finally managed to lift him on your sofa.

Carefully, you lifted up his shirt, your mouth watering despite all the blood. God, he truly was hot. You could see his abs heaving with every ragged breath he took.

But now you had to work quickly—and you were beyond grateful for that first aid crash course you had enrolled for a year ago. You knew what to do.

Fortunately, the wound wasn’t too deep, no stitches necessary. Thank God he was unconscious when you dipped some gauze into disinfecting alcohol solution from your first aid kit and began to treat him with a sigh.

James Conrad woke with a start, stinging pain rippling through his abdomen when he tried to sit up. The last thing he remembered was the bear that had caught him off guard. He had known how to react correctly but in surprise, he slipped on the moist leaves.

A sharp rock must have bored itself into his flesh, the blood loss and his head hitting the ground knocking him out.

He was lucky to still be alive. Where the hell was he, anyway?

The cosy room he was in was not a hospital, it much reminded him of a cabin instead. A fire was crackling in the background, a blanket draped over his form.

He turned his head when he heard silent footsteps on the carpet, laying his eyes upon a beautiful young woman. His rescuer, most likely.

“Hey… I found you in the woods, bleeding to death.” You explained shyly, smiling down at him in the process. It was an old tick, really—being all timid around men you found handsome and attractive.

The stranger in front of you swallowed. Once again, he attempted to sit up, this time succeeding after a pitiful grunt of pain.

“Where am I?” His voice was low, velvety and pleasant to the ear. A shiver ran down your spine.

“In my cabin, not far from where you passed out. I always come here on the weekends in autumn.”

“I presume you were the one who patched me up?”

You nodded, your gaze becoming thoughtful. “What happened to you?”

“I’m a tracker,” he growled, his face distorting upon another wave of pain. Quickly, you handed him the painkillers you had been sure he’d need. He took them and swallowed them without hesitation. “Two weeks ago, a thirteen year old girl disappeared in these woods while taking her dog for a walk. The police couldn’t find her and her parents are devastated.”

“Oh… I see… how did you get hurt?”

“A bear surprised me and I slipped. Simply an unlucky fall.”

You frowned. You knew there were bears in this region, of course. They usually didn’t mind the few humans passing by though. “Did the bear attack you?”

The stranger shook his head. “I’ve dealt with worse…”

Instantly, his thoughts appeared to drift away, somewhere you were unable to follow him.

“A-anyway, I’m (Y/N). You… feel free to stay for as long as you need to heal.”

“James Conrad, decommissioned British SAS officer.” He held out his hand and when you took it to shake it politely, his skin touching yours felt like your whole hand igniting. Your heart skipped a beat, even more so when his piercing blue eyes locked with yours and studied you for an intense moment. “Thank you for the offer but I’m not staying. I need to find that girl.”

“In this condition? You’ll get yourself killed! Not to mention the animals that will smell the blood on you.”

Conrad paused. You were right. It was indeed risky to return to the woods with his injury. But the girl’s safety was at risk too. He did not dare think she might be dead already. He had lost one innocent soul once and he would not let it happen again. He had to leave—and you could see the determination sparkling in his eyes.

“At least stay the night and recover. It’ll be dark soon.”

James, much to your surprise, obeyed. After the sun had disappeared, he took the freedom of helping you prepare supper despite his wound. The painkillers had worked wonders, yet you chided him for not staying on the sofa to rest.

You could tell, clearly, that he had indeed been through much worse. Surely, this marked man had uncountable stories to tell. So you didn’t object.

“Why do you spend your weekends in a cabin in the woods all on your own?” He asked all the while chopping vegetables on the counter next to you.

“Work life is busy. I’m a junior sales executive, the job gets rather exhausting after a while. I love what I’m doing, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I need to… just breathe a little.”

Ever since he had told you about the girl who had gone missing, you were a little worried though. What if some cold-blooded murderers roamed these woods, in search of their next victim? What if they had abducted her and now kept her as some kind of sex slave underground?

All of a sudden, you were glad for James’s presence—you would be for as long as it lasted. Who knew? Perhaps in a few weeks’ time, you could meet again for a cup of coffee. Without one party having been severely injured and on the brink of death.

“James, uh… do you have any idea why this girl disappeared? Are there any theories?”

“You’re concerned.” He stated unfazed, without looking up from the chopped vegetables. Apparently, he was excellent at reading people too.

“A little… these woods… they’ve always been safe, you know. In fact, I’ve always felt much safer and more secure here than in the city.”

“That’s reasonable. Here, let me.” James stopped you when you attempted to lift the griddle off the fridge as you were too small to reach it yourself. Usually, you’d get a chair and climb on it.

“Thank you.” Watching his muscles flex for just a brief precious moment, you distracted yourself by pouring the potatoes you had cut into slices onto it and then seasoned them with some salt, pepper and rosemary. Along with the rice and the vegetables James had cut, this supper would be simple but amazing. You didn’t bring too much food with you on the weekends, after all.

“The police are groping in the dark. For all they know, Lucy was attacked by one of the bears or she, like myself, slipped somewhere, hit her head…” And in that case, she’s unlikely still alive, he added mutely. “Still, you can’t rule out the possibility she was indeed kidnapped. Her parents told me she took her dog for a walk at the same time of the day all week long, taking the same route. That would make her an easy target.”

You swallowed. “I see…”

“How long are you staying?” His expression was genuine. He cared.

“I’m leaving on Sunday evening but I’ll come back next weekend. It’ll be the last before it’s too cold anyway. The chimney is fine to heat the cabin with but it takes quite a while to get out here by foot.”

Though as of right now, you were unsure whether you should.

James and you chatted throughout the entire evening. You got to know him better, his motives, his thoughts, his morals. He had indeed seen terrible things, done terrible things, too. And he had been involved in the expedition to Skull Island, that uncharted piece of land still a mystery to the rest of the world. He would not utter a single word about it.

With every word he did speak though, you began falling for him a little more. How likely would that be? That you’d find an injured man all alone in the forest, treated his wounds and then took a serious liking into him?

“I haven’t properly thanked you yet.” He began when you returned from the bathroom wearing your sleep wear. The coffee this morning wasn’t nearly enough, all the excitement of potentially having saved a life today tearing on your energy. You were tired.

A smile spread on your lips, your heart speeding up. “You’re welcome, James. I was planning on watching a movie before bed. Would you like to join me?” Your TV truly was the only luxury in this cabin. Acquiring the electricity for it had been tricky but you were proud of the outcome.

“What kind of movie?”

“Well… Halloween is coming up. How about something spooky?” And the background noises of the TV would make you fall asleep easier. You didn’t tell him that, of course.

If anything, James Conrad was restrained, surrounded by a hard, impenetrable shell. He was warming up to you, slowly but surely and with that, melted your own timidity.

You picked a movie from the stash you had brought on your first weekend, with James disappearing in the kitchen to prepare some tea for you two. It was a simple gesture, one he could not help. It had been a while since the last time he was with a woman—a woman he was undoubtedly interested in.

It was so simple, so raw. You, wearing an oversized shirt and fluffy socks, your hair in a bun and wearing no make-up. So natural and somehow… vulnerable—and that, compared with the fact you had saved his life today—made you seem so incredibly strong and independent he felt his heart beating faster upon laying his eyes on you.

Carefully, so he wouldn’t trigger any pain, he sat down, putting the steaming mugs on the coffee table.

It didn’t take you long to get sleepy as soon as you hit play, once again grateful to fate for having brought a mysterious and handsome man to your doorstep. Before you knew it, your head dropped onto his shoulder and you drifted off into dreamland.

James smiled to himself. It was a strange and unusual way to meet a woman—but certainly, he was not going to complain. It would be irresponsible of him not to make sure you were safe and sound when you came back here next weekend.

He’d pay you a visit, hoping that by that time, he’d already have found the girl and could relax, preferably, with you in his arms. But for now, he pressed a tender kiss on your head before carrying you to bed.

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You Were Born

Pairing: Deviant!Connor x Reader

Summary: It’s Connor’s birthday and the two of you take a trip down memory lane.

A/N: I didn’t feel motivated enough to write on the 15th so here is a late birthday fic for my boy!! Prepare yourself for some tooth-rooting fluff and shitty references, Enjoy!

W.C: 2K? I think

Monday, August 15, 2039

The first thing Connor noticed was how abnormal the silence surrounding the Andersson household was. His home wasn’t one known for quietness nor peacefulness, it disconcerted him how he couldn’t even hear Sumo’s familiar barking that he heard every time he came back from work. The lights were out too.

The atmosphere sent him spiraling into the worst possibilities, was everyone attacked? Were you hurt?

The thoughts terrified him, but he moved towards the door nonetheless, he knocked once, twice, thrice. He touched the doorknob and it turned with ease, the door let out long creaks as he tried his best to look in the dark, he, unfortunately, was not equipped with night-vision optical units.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, something was wrong —

“Surprise!”

As soon as the word hit him, the lights were on and his eyes immediately adjusted. The inner decor was covered with birthday decorations, a big ‘HAPPY ACTIVATIᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵈᵃʸ’ sign hung between the living room and the kitchen. It was your font; you probably didn’t take the size of the banner into account.

Most of the people he knew were there; Hank, Sumo, Nines, his friends from Jericho, and even Gavin. And you, who was smiling at him with the adorable smile he loved so much.

You closed in on him and pulled him into a tight hug, your lips pecked his cheek and you whispered, “Happy birthday.” Into his ear.

—

The party wasn’t over the top, as most of the people here were exhausted from another tiring Monday.

“It was ____’s idea.” Said Hank with some blue whipped cream covering his mustache, “They managed to gather everyone today, took a whole lot of convincing bring that rat-man.” Connor now knew that was Gavin’s nickname.

He appreciated it, you gathered everyone he loved in one room for him on a weekday, nonetheless. You and Hank made him cake shaped like a cartoonish robot with blue frosting, it was a bit messy, but it looked perfect to him. He appreciated the sentiment behind it even though he couldn’t taste it.

—

“Then I yelled ‘Fuck da police’” Said a weirdly drunk Gavin, Connor wondered where he got enough booze to become this intoxicated. He locked everything away for Hank’s sake.

“Detective, you work for the police.” Was Nines’ coolly response.

“Yeah… Fuck ‘em.”

“Nice,” You interjected, taking a sip of your drink “So, you’re saying where you were 15 you stole a car, crashed it, stole another car and yelled ‘fuck da police’ in the face of the office that was arresting you?”

“Yeah… it was awesome” He slurred.

“I feel like I should be surprised but I’m not.” You nodded to yourself.

—

“Hey, Markus?” Connor noticed the alcohol in your body slightly increased as you swayed next to him, “Is it true? Is Warren an android?”

Markus blinked at your sudden question; Connor gave him an apologetic smile.

“I can’t confirm nor deny that.” He chuckled.

“That’s a yes, Gavin you own me 20 dollars.” You ran to where the said man was.

—

Everyone had left as it got late, Nines accompanied Gavin to his home, Markus and the rest of Jericho went to the airport to catch their flight and a rather tired Hank retreated to his room.

It was just the two of you know, he did what you advised him to do if you slipped and drank too much. He made you coffee and gave you water, it didn’t take that long for you to begin to sober up.

“I am dating a one-year-old.” You muttered to yourself, sobering you liked questioning your life choices.

“I am technically designed to be in my late twenties or early thirties.” He corrected and you groaned, “Yeah, yeah.”

For the first time in the last hours, it was quiet. But this felt pleasant.

“Do you… wanna open your presents?”

Presents were a common part of birthday parties, given in celebration of the person’s birthday. He did receive gifts and cards from the attendees that he was curious to see.

And so, he did. He and you sat next to each other on the comfy couch and began to open the gifts.

The first one was a physical copy of the book ‘I, Robot’ by Isaac Asimov. He was surprised to see it was from Gavin, of all people. “Aw, he really loves that book,” you said, “Do you think you noticed you reading a lot in the precinct?”

Reading was another hobby he picked up, he enjoyed how relaxing it was.

The second one was from Nines, it was a mug with a Saint Bernard on it, it looked just liked Sumo. He smiled; he was going to use it for his thirium.

You were smiling too, like you felt happy for how loved he felt right now.

The third one was from Markus; it was a portrait of him. His Art always managed to take Connor’s breath away. “Damn, we gotta hang that over the fireplace.”

North gave him a custom-made knife; Josh wrote a birthday card that thanked him for his help with their cause and Simon gifted him a little cactus.

Hank’s gift would’ve knocked the air out of his lungs if he had to breath. Most wouldn’t call it a spectacular gift, but it meant a lot to Connor. It was an antique coin, similar to his dear one he lost a while ago. He flicked it into his other hand, testing the waters as they say. He knew how Hank found his habit irritating and yet he got him a new coin, a beautiful one too.

“Okay, show off. C’mon open mine.” You ushered and he noticed how you started to look anxious, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course, just open the thing.” You pushed the wrapped box towards him, and he nodded.

It was a scrapbook, made of polaroid pictures of him and the people around you. The first page was from the first time you met, the Carlos Ortiz crime scene. He remembered how Hank scolded you for taking a picture of this piece of shit instead of working. You did not care at all.

Friday, November 5, 2038

-Welcome to the team, Mr. the android sent by cyberlife

The next page included a picture of him and Hank in the car while you drove to Kamski’s place, he remembered it being rather… dull. You didn’t talk much nor did Hank.

Tuesday, November 9, 2038

-Going to visit Mr. I live in the mountains while the whole world burns, this should be great. Also, Connor is listening to heavy metal lol

He did mean it when he said he would like to listen to music, heavy metal has been one of his favorite genres ever since. His grin only grew wider when he saw the next picture. It was taken in Hank’s house, a shot of the TV displayed him standing behind Markus and the thousands of androids in front of them.

Friday, November 12, 2038

-This dork literally joined a revolution and won… what a power move

also hank is tearing up but he threatened to break my camera if I took a photo ):

“Hank cried?” He asked and you immediately nodded, “I told you he’s a softie… he was happy you were alright.” Right, he was almost killed beforehand by his ‘evil twin’ as you said, it made sense for him to worry.

He flipped the page and a wave of happier memories hit him. Things were still hectic since the revolution ‘ended’. Many evacuated the city despite the peaceful approach that Markus took, their fear was irrational yet understandable. This meant most of the resident of Detroit were androids.

It wasn’t bad but the evacuation only meant many humans still refused to acknowledge the fact that androids were alive and in time would be their equals in the eyes of law. It lowered his spirit a bit.

Hank wasn’t having it, at all. He decided to take out the old Christmas decorations he had and invited you over to help decorate the house. It wasn’t even December, yet you rushed here.

This one was of Hank scolding him and his counterpart while they tried to put the star on the tree.

Monday, November 29, 2038

-Life is great, Connor and Nines just tried to put Sumo on the amazing (decorated by me) Christmas tree

Androids really are superior to us

He chuckled at your comment and continued. The photo was of him in a ‘casual’ suit that hank gave him. It was your first date since you asked him out. You were going to watch movies at your place.

Tuesday, February 14, 2039

-Taking this one because Connor looks nervous… and cute.

You snickered, “Do you remember how nervous you were? It was so adorable.” He shook his head, “Yes, my stress level was a bit high. You failed to mention the date would be in your apartment and not out before I borrowed this from Hank. I didn’t want him to feel bad about it and I ended up looking overdressed.”

You chuckled, again. “Well, you still looked perfect.” Your loved complimenting him and it always made his face heat up, he bit his lip and proceeded.

The next one was of him standing in Hank’s bathroom with his LED gone for the first time since his activation, it took a lot of courage to be able to let go of what he was made for, be it that little spinning device. You and Hank were with him every step of the way.

Sunday, April 3, 2039 -My boy is accepting himself

He teared up a bit, the support he got from you and the others was heart-warming, to say the least. He held your hand and gave it a quick peck.

The following one featured a hug between him and Hank. He had received gifts from both Connor and Nines, the former gave him a card with a heartfelt message while the latter gave him one that simply said, ‘You are an efficient parental figure.’ It was impressive since it came from Nines, who still struggled with his lack of a social program.

Saturday, June 19, 2039

-Father’s Day with our fav grumpy old man.

After that was him in shorts and a tank top from last month. He stood next to Sumo with a box of fireworks in his hands. He didn’t participate with the celebration since he wanted to make sure Sumo would be okay, you stayed with him.

Monday, July 4, 2039

-Happy 4th of July! Connor, your legs were made for these shorts- god bless Cyberlife.

That night did end up being… Interesting because of his choice in clothing. He did end up wearing them a bit more since then.

He flipped the page and realized the rest of them were empty. “I didn’t realize this was why you insisted on taking pictures of me with your polaroid camera.” You shrugged.

“It wasn’t in the beginning but… I wanted to capture those moments you know? Keep them with us forever.” You moved closer and snuggled with him, “You can fill it up if you want. I know you can see any memory you want anytime but… I guess this is just a sappy way of doing it.”

“No,” he interjected, “I appreciate your gift and the meaning behind it. I also wish to have many more pleasant memories with you and those around us.” You hummed with a smile then yawned. You put your head against his shoulder and soon drifted off.

He noticed your Camera on the table next to him, how convenient. He slowly reached for it and used it to take a picture of the two of you. You looked breath-taking to him, with your peaceful face and soft snoring.

Something about this felt… right. He felt like he finally belonged. Like he found his place, his family, his love. This was ‘it’ as some would say.

Monday, August 15, 2039 -I am happy.

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