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thelastspeecher · 25 days ago

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Ehhhhh fuck it, here's some self-indulgent angst in my Olympian Falls AU.

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Mearl parked the truck in the driveway and looked at his youngest son in the passenger seat.

“Don’t forget, we’ll tell folks ya fell from the loft in the barn again,” he said. Lute scowled.

“I know. That’s what we told the hospital,” he spat.

“Look, tellin’ the truth is important, but in this case-” Mearl started. Lute threw the passenger door open.

“I know,” he ground out. “We can’t tell the truth ‘bout how my arm got broke. Folks can’t know it happened ‘cause a monster attacked the farm. Again. No, we have to tell ‘em I got hurt doin’ somethin’ stupid.” Lute stormed out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. Mearl sighed. He knew that it would be an adjustment to have Angie living at home again, after years of her staying in New York. But he didn’t expect Lute, whom had been raised as Angie’s twin, to be struggling the most.

Tensions had been high when Mearl returned from New York with Angie. Specifically, tensions between Angie and Lute. Angie’s other siblings had been happy to see her, but her twin dodged her constantly, refusing to be alone with her as much as possible, leaving the room whenever she talked about camp, and even avoiding talking to her altogether.

It came to a head that morning, when a monster attacked the orchard where Angie and Lute were harvesting apples. Lute was slammed into one of the apple trees, breaking his arm, before Angie was able to kill the monster. Angie brought Lute to the house, near hysterical. Sally stayed home to calm her down while Mearl drove Lute to the hospital. The entire drive there and back, Lute had sulked, staring at the floor like it personally offended him.

Mearl suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Lute was awful upset at Angie. It might not go well when he sees her. Mearl grabbed the keys from the ignition and sprinted after his son. He could hear Angie frantically apologizing the moment he stepped inside.

“I’m sorry, Lute, I- I can’t heal like some of my siblin’s at camp,” Angie’s voice sobbed. Mearl made a beeline for the living room. Lute stood in front of the couch his mother and sister were sitting on, visibly seething. Tear tracks shone on Angie’s cheeks. Sally gently rubbed circles on Angie’s back, trying to soothe her.

“Then why’d ya waste time tryin’?” Lute snapped. Angie bit her lip.

“I thought- I thought if it’d work fer anyone, it’d work fer my twin. I mean, Dad is a twin, so-”

“Yer not my twin.” Lute’s voice was full of cold anger. Angie let out another sob. “Yer not even my full sister!”

“Lute,” Sally scolded.

“How can you defend her? She ain’t yer daughter, Ma!”

“She is.”

“No, she ain’t! She’s some- some Greek myth what came to life!” Lute said furiously. “And she can’t even protect us from the monsters what come here. The monsters what come here ‘cause of her!”

“I- I killed the one today,” Angie said weakly. Lute’s eyes blazed with fury. He leaned in.

“You ran away from it!”

“I had to get- get some distance so’s I could fire an arrow. I ain’t good at melee fightin’.”

“Then why’d you run without me?” Lute’s voice broke. Angie’s eyes welled up with fresh tears. “You left me!”

“I didn’t-”

“No, you did! You left, just like ya did years ago to go to that- that camp!”

“I-”

“You should’ve stayed there,” Lute spat. Angie’s head drooped. “Better yet, when ya showed up on our doorstep, Ma should’ve divorced Pa ‘n sent the both of ya far away!” Mearl’s heart plummeted. Sally gasped. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Angie jumped to her feet.

“I didn’t ask fer this!” Angie screamed. She ran out of the living room, nearly colliding with Mearl on her way. The front door slammed. Angie’s sobs gradually grew fainter until he couldn’t hear her anymore.

“Lute Everrett McGucket, that was completely unacceptable,” Sally snapped. Lute glared at her.

“I’m only tellin’ the truth. And Angie knows it. I’ve read those books ya got on Greek mythology. Her- her father-” Lute’s face contorted, as though he had tasted something sour. “-is the god of truth. I bet she knows a lie when she hears one.”

“Ya might feel like that’s the truth, but it don’t make it,” Mearl rumbled. Lute looked over. His eyes widened in panic.

“I- I didn’t know you were there, Pa. I didn’t mean-” He let out a large sneeze. “I didn’t mean-” He sneezed again. “What in the-” Lute sneezed three times in a row. “What’s-”

“That sounds like when Harper gets hay fever,” Sally said. Lute sneezed. “But ya ain’t never had it ‘fore, and the pollen count ain’t high right now.” Mearl stifled a groan.

“It was Angie.”

“What?!” Lute squeaked. He rubbed his suddenly red and watering eyes. “But- but-”

“When I visited her fer Thanksgiving last year, one of her camp friends told me she accidentally gave hay fever to someone she was upset with. Feller was sneezin’ fer over a week ‘fore Angie realized she was the one what done it.”

“Of course she did it,” Lute muttered. He sneezed. “It- it weren’t enough that I broke my arm, were it?”

“She didn’t mean to make ya sneezy,” Sally said. “And she certainly didn’t intend fer ya to break yer arm.” Mearl looked over his shoulder. The front door had some damage to its hinges; Mearl had noticed Angie breaking things more frequently than she used to, particularly when she was upset.

If she messed up the door and got Lute sneezin’ already, there ain’t no tellin’ what else she might do in her state. A surge of fear pulsed through his chest. And there ain’t no tellin’ what attention she might attract.

“We need to go after her,” Mearl said.

“Sure, go after the one what keeps causin’ me grief,” Lute said. Mearl frowned at him. Lute backpedaled. “I mean- I-” He sneezed. “She just needs to cool down. She’ll come back.” Sally looked at Mearl.

“Lute’s got a point, darlin’. Angie might just need some time to herself.”

“But-” Mearl started.

“She can take care of herself,” Sally said gently. Mearl hesitated. “She’s been on quests, ‘member? She’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know…”

“If she ain’t back in an hour, we’ll go lookin’,” Sally said. Mearl sighed.

“Fine.” He gave Lute his most disapproving look. “In the meantime, yer goin’ to yer room,” he said firmly. Lute stomped off, sneezing intermittently the entire way. Mearl walked over to the couch and slowly sunk down on it. Sally rubbed his back. “When did things get so complicated?” he moaned.

“The moment ya found our daughter in a golden cradle on the doorstep,” Sally replied. Mearl looked away. “Mearl?”

“Sometimes I think the same thing as Lute,” he said quietly. “That I should’ve taken Angie and left y’all. Then- then none of this would’ve happened.”

“True. But what would’ve happened would be worse,” Sally said. Mearl looked at her. Compassion shone in her eyes, a far gentler blue than Angie’s. “Our children would’ve grown up without a father. You ‘n Angie would’ve struggled to get by. No matter what those negative thoughts might say, it’s fer the best we didn’t tear the fam’ly apart.”

“Yer right,” Mearl said. He gripped his knees. “I just- I hate seein’ the twins like this.”

“Lute never really addressed his complicated feelin’s after we told him ‘bout Angie. He tried to hide ‘em away. But he can’t hide ‘em anymore, and they’ve twisted and turned after years of bein’ shoved down.” Sally sighed. “It don’t help they’re both teenagers. Their age is dif’cult without dealin’ with Greek mythology monsters ‘n whatnot.”

“True,” Mearl conceded. Sally leaned against his shoulder. He looked at the clock above the television. “One hour. Then we go lookin’ fer her.”

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Max was idly playing with a dagger when the butler knocked on his bedroom door. He quickly shoved the weapon in a desk drawer.

“Yes?” he said. The butler opened the door.

“Young Master Hillcrest, you have a visitor,” the butler said primly. Max stood up.

“A visitor?”

“Miss Angie McGucket.” Before Max could get too excited, the butler cleared his throat, looking a bit uncomfortable. “She seems to be in some distress. Your grandfather is with her.”

Grandpa Stanley? Max’s blood ran cold. Oh, shoot. It must be a Greek thing.

“Thanks fer tellin’ me. I’ll go down to see ‘em right now,” Max said. The butler nodded. He stood to the side so that Max could rush past him. Max sprinted down the hall and large staircase to the first floor. He paused in the foyer, which was empty of demigods. He looked up at the butler, watching from the second floor.

“They’re in the sunroom,” the butler called. Max nodded.

Should’ve figured as such, with her father. Max headed for the sunroom. When he arrived at Camp Half-Blood last summer, the last person he’d expected to see there was his best friend’s twin sister. He’d been told Angie McGucket was staying at a fancy boarding school in New York City. But the lie fell apart the moment he saw Angie sitting at a picnic table with a group of other mostly blond kids.

Angie was a demigod, like him. And like him, her parentage was a closely guarded secret. If the truth ever came out for either of them, it would have dire consequences for their families.

“He wasn’t thinkin’, sweetheart,” Grandpa Stanley’s voice said as Max approached the sunroom. He was like Max, a demigod, though while Max had yet to find out his mother’s identity, Grandpa Stanley had known for decades his father was Hephaestus. When Max questioned why there were multiple demigods in their family, Grandpa Stanley merely shrugged.

“Some fam’lies ‘re favored by the gods,” he’d said.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Max had asked. Grandpa Stanley’s face had darkened.

“It very rarely is.”

Max cast aside the memory when he reached the sunroom. He stood in the doorway, watching Grandpa Stanley comfort Angie. The sunlight that filled the room seemed drawn to her, shining like a spotlight.

“Angie?” Max asked. Angie looked up. Max felt his heart do a backflip. When Angie first went away to camp, they’d been children. Too young for Max’s fondness for her to be much of anything. But now, his affection had surged into infatuation. Angie was the perfect girl: smart, powerful, beautiful, and kind. Any room she walked into grew brighter. Any song played by her was more lovely. Any person she spoke to was the better for having met her, no matter how brief.

It was no wonder she was one of her godly father’s favorite children.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Angie whispered. She rubbed her eyes. Max walked over to the couch the two were sitting on. He grabbed a nearby wooden chair and sat down. “I- I didn’t know where else to go.” She took a shuddering breath. “I need to call camp, but I can’t- I can’t risk drawin’ more monsters. I know- I know Grandpa Stanley made a- a monster security system, so’s I figured I could use yer phone…”

“Why do ya want to call camp?” Max asked. He had a feeling. It had taken some convincing before Angie agreed to try spending a school year at home, instead of at camp.

“I need- I need to ask Mr. Chiron to send someone to bring me back,” Angie mumbled. Max’s heart sank at the confirmation of his fear. “It was foolish fer me to think I could stay here.”

“What makes ya say that?” Max asked. Angie looked down at the floor.

“I- a monster attacked the orchard this mornin’, while Lute ‘n I were harvestin’ apples.”

“But you got the monster, right?” Max asked. Angie nodded. “So, it’s fine!” Angie burst into tears.

“No, it ain’t!” she wailed. “Lute got hurt! And- and he was so upset, he- he said he weren’t my twin and- and he didn’t want me here!” Max scowled. Lute was his lifelong best friend, but that didn’t mean he could look past something like this. “It’d be safer ‘n- ‘n better fer everyone if I weren’t here.”

“Don’t let this single instance sway ya,” Grandpa Stanley said gently. Angie sobbed. “It’s growin’ pains, that’s all.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt ‘cause of me.”

“And they won’t,” Max said. Angie shook her head.

“Lute already did.”

“That’s ‘cause he don’t know how to protect himself,” Max said. “If we teach ‘im and the rest of yer fam’ly some fightin’, that’ll be enough fer ‘em to avoid gettin’ hurt.” He looked at Grandpa Stanley. “Right?”

“It would definitely help,” Grandpa Stanley said. Angie sniffed loudly. “I’m sure Lute didn’t mean what he said. He’s just adjustin’. All y’all are.”

Don’t give him the right to make Angie cry.

“Think about it, Angie,” Max said. “Do ya really want to go back to camp? Spend the rest of the year in a mostly empty cabin?” Not many half-bloods were too powerful to prevent them from staying with their mortal families. There would only be a handful of people still at camp right now. Including the person Max wanted Angie to bond with the least: one of the co-head counselors of the Hermes Cabin, Stan Pines. Angie’s knee bounced anxiously. “Or do ya want to stay here in Gumption, with me ‘n yer fam’ly?”

“I want to stay,” Angie whispered. Max beamed. “But- but I ain’t ready to go home just yet.”

“Take all the time ya need,” Grandpa Stanley said. He got up. “I’ll call yer folks to let ‘em know where ya are.” Angie nodded mutely. Max waited until Grandpa Stanley was gone.

“If ya want me to beat up Lute, let me know,” he said. Angie chuckled weakly.

“He’s yer best friend!”

“Yeah.” Max reached out and rested his hand on Angie’s bouncing knee. It gradually slowed down. Angie met his eyes. Max smiled at her. “But us demigods have to stick together.”

#hhhhh I have a backlog of writes I need to crosspost to my writing blog #I'll do that tomorrow #Olympian Falls AU #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #Pa McGucket #Ma McGucket #McGucket Family #my writing #speecher speaks

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dialovers-translations · 1 year ago

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [10]

Monologue

After leaving the cave,

Subaru-kun and I successfully made our way,

to the Scarlet Manor.

We were very lucky to make it here without having to fight anyone,

as to lessen the burden on an already injured Subaru-kun.

Yet, I became worried.

While Carla-san’s pursuers,

might have not yet picked up,

on our actions.

Our opponents should be wary,

of people from other Houses wandering around their territory.

So how come that the Scarlet Family,

despite having surely noticed our arrival by now,

not come to attack us in any way, shape or form?

ー The scene starts outside of the Scarlet Manor

Subaru: ...Don’t you think somethin’ is off?

Yui: Yeah, we made it here much more smoothly than I expected.

Subaru: Knowin’ Reiji, I didn’t think he’d allow the enemy to get close to his manor but...

Yui: What should we do next?

Subaru: I mean, we don’t have much choice now that we’re here. We’ll go see Reiji.

Yui: Let’s try ringing the doorbell then. Also to show them that we haven’t come here as an enemy.

Subaru: Guess we don’t have another choice. ーー Hm? Oi, keep quiet. Someone’s comin’.

Yui: Eh...?

*Thud*

Reiji: Welcome to the Scarlet Manor.

Yui: Reiji-san...!

Reiji: The two of you are very much welcome here. Please, come inside.

Subaru: ...

Yui: ...

ー The scene shifts to the dining lounge

*Cling*

Reiji: Please have a cup of tea. That should help ease you up a little.

Yui: Thank you very much, Reiji-san.

Subaru: Oi, why are you servin’ us tea?

Reiji: The two of you appeared to be rather shaken up.

Subaru: We’re pretty much enemies, right? I can’t imagine you’d give us a warm welcome for no reason. What’s your deal?

Reiji: The Familiars dispatched outside of the manor informed me of your arrival.

It is my philosophy to treat visitors with the utmost of respect. It would seem that the two of you are in quite the pickle as well.

Subaru: ...You know everythin’, don’t you?

Reiji: Exactly. For example, the fact that the people from the Violet manor are looking around for the two of you in an absolute frenzy.

Yui: I see...

( A frenzy, huh...? I can only imagine Carla-san is enraged. )

Subaru: ...

Reiji: What happened?

Yui: Subaru-kun...I believe Reiji-san might understand if you try to ask him for help.

Subaru: Y-Yeah.

Listen, Reiji. Are you also aiming to become the Supreme Overlord?

Reiji: Well, yes. That is the duty which I have been entrusted with.

Subaru: ...Is that your true objective?

Reiji: I beg your pardon?

Subaru: I mean, think ‘bout it. Can you give me a solid reason why you want to become Supreme Overlord so badly?

Reiji: Such a strange thing to say. Regardless of my reasoning, it is my wish.

Subaru: See!? You can’t give me a proper reason!

Reiji: Because I do not need to. I am the one meant to become the Supreme Overlord after all.

Subaru: ...Che. This conversation isn’t going anywhere.

Yui: ( From the looks of it, there’s no signs of Reiji-san’s memories coming back... )

( I wonder what would happen if we try to use something else besides the Supreme Overlord. )

Hey, Reiji-san. Shuu-san is a part of this family as well, right?

Reiji: Yes, he is my younger brother.

Yui: Younger brother...Are you sure about that?

Subaru: Hey, doesn’t it feel kinda weird to treat him as your younger sibling?

Reiji: ...The two of you have been talking in riddles this whole time.

Could you please tell me already what you are trying to achieve by having this conservation?

Yui: ...

Subaru: Reiji. You might not believe me but your real younger brother is me.

Reiji: Hooh. That is a very fascinating take. Care to explain to me how a member of the Violet family such as yourself could be my younger brother?

Subaru: That’s what doesn’t make sense in the first place! Whether it’s the Violet or Scarlet houses, as well as Eve and the legend revolvin’ ‘round her.

It’s all a load of bull!

I don’t know how this happened, but we’ve had over memories altered and are fightin’ each other in this place.

You’re all fightin’ for nothin’ after havin’ these weird memories ‘bout the Supreme Overlord and such planted inside your head.

As a result, you’re fightin’ over her because she’s supposedly the ‘Eve’ who’ll allow you to become Supreme Overlord...

But she’s my...my girlfriend! I can’t let anyone else have her.

Reiji: I see. I doubt Carla will allow for that though. He should be looking for the way to become Supreme Overlord as well.

Subaru: Yeah, exactly. Carla demanded I hand her over so he can find a way to become Supreme Overlord.

I tried to explain everythin’ I did just now to him as well. But he didn’t even seem interested in listenin’ to it.

Reiji: I can hardly blame him. I too am still somewhat doubtful while listening to you explaining all of this.

I cannot imagine that someone as level-headed as Carla would bother paying attention to such a story.

Subaru: ...

Reiji: ...Ah, I see. So that is how the two of you decided to run away and hide from him, making your way over here.

Subaru: Yeah. When I made it clear that I’m not giving her up, I got labeled as a traitor.

Reiji: I understand the situation. So, Subaru, what exactly are you hoping to achieve?

Subaru: ...

I want to protect her. That’s why I’m here to ask for your help.

I honestly wish I didn’t have to be so pathetic as to ask someone else for help, I want to fix this myself.

But I also realize that if I give in to my own stubbornness, I won’t be able to guarantee her safety.

So please help me out. I’m beggin’ you! I have no other choice but to rely on you two, my actual brothers!

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Reiji: ...

In that case, please feel free to stay at this manor. We shall provide you with shelter.

Yui: ...Really!?

Reiji: I do not mind. We can discuss our upcoming plans and how we will tackle the future some other time.

Please rest up tonight.

Yui: Thank you very much!

Isn’t this great, Subaru-kun!?

Subaru: ...Yeah.

Say, Reiji? In the end, do you believe me or not?

Reiji: ...

Let me get a room ready for you. I can assure that you will have a comfortable stay.

ー The scene shifts to an empty room in the Scarlet Manor

Yuma: Here ya go, it’s this room. Make yerself at home.

Yui: Yeah. Thanks, Yuma-kun.

( Yuma-kun is now Reiji-san and Shuu-san’s younger brother, isn’t he? )

( It feels kind of strange to see him follow Reiji-san’s orders. )

Yuma: Feel free to call any of us for help if anythin’ were to happen. Altho, I’m probably the only one who’d bother showin’ up.

Yui: Gotcha. In that case, I’ll call you if anything comes up.

Yuma: Sure thing. See ya.

ー Yuma leaves the room

Yui: We’re so lucky, Subaru-kun! I guess we can take a breath of relief for now.

Subaru: Yeah, guess so.

Yui: It’s all thanks to you. Because you convinced Reiji-san.

( Besides, I was really happy to hear him voice that he wants to protect me. )

I guess your family bonds still exist even without everyone’s memories.

Subaru: Whatcha grinnin’ for?

Yui: I mean, I genuinely am happy that Reiji-san is helping us out...

Subaru: ...Well, I am grateful they’re willin’ to shelter us like this.

But don’t let down your guard too much, ‘kay? We don’t know how much of my story he exactly believes.

Yui: Fufu, you say that now, but you actually think it’s reassuring as well, don’t you?

Subaru: Shut up.

Yui: Fufu. I hope the two of them regain their memories and will help us look for clues to return to our old world together.

Subaru: Well yeah. The more people helpin’ out, the better.

Yui: Yeah...

( Besides, if we can avoid these brothers having to fight each other, that’s the way to go. Subaru-kun... )

Anyway, why don’t we call it a day?

I know there’s a lot we have to consider, but I’m worried about your injuries as well.

Subaru: Ah? ...Don’t you think it’s a lil’ early to hit the hay?

Yui: Eh?

ー Subaru moves closer

*Rustle*

Subaru: We finally have some alone time at a place where we can relax. So let me have some quality time with you, ‘kay?

Yui: ( He’s whispering in my ear...! )

N-Not right now! Even if Reiji-san and the others seem willing to help us out, we can’t let our guard down just yet...

Subaru: You say that, but I bet deep down you want me to dote on you as well?

Yui: W-Well...

( You’re playing it dirty, Subaru-kun. How am I supposed to say no to that? )

Subaru: Hah. You’re blushing up to your ears. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you get all flustered like that.

But, I guess you’re right that now’s not the time for this.

Yui: ( What a surprise! Was he joking...? )

Subaru: We’re on enemy territory right now. We might be playin’ a dangerous game, but we have no other choice but to trust those guys for now.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ready? I’ll turn off the lights, okay?

Subaru: Yeah, go ahead.

*THUD*

Subaru: Watch out!

Yui: Eh!?

( A knife came flying out of nowhere, hitting the bed...! )

Subaru: ...Shit!

Yui: Eh, what!? What’s happening!?

Subaru: Fuck! They tricked us! Anyway, let’s escape through the window!

Yui: Eeh...!?

Selection

→ Be frozen in place (🖤)

Yui: ( What is he saying all of a sudden...? )

Subaru: Oi, whatcha dawdlin’ for!? Open the window already!

Yui: B-But...! Why is this happening all of a sudden...?

Subaru: Does it look like we have the time to think ‘bout that!? Come on, just trust me and open the damn window!

Yui: ...O-Okay!

→ Trust Subaru-kun and get moving (♡)

Subaru: Come on, open the window right now!

Yui: ( I don’t know what he’s got planned. )

( But I’m sure he’s got something in mind. )

...Okay, Subaru-kun!

*Thud*

Yui: ( Anyway...That actually was a knife, right? )

Why would someone...?

( We’re they aiming for the place where we’d be sleeping? )

Subaru: Show yourself, bastards! Don’t be hidin’ like lil’ cowards!

ー The Scarlet members appear

Reiji: I did not think you’d be able to dodge that attack. I suppose I have to give your credit for your agility.

Shuu: Or maybe the guy who threw it just did a bad job?

Kino: Yuma, he’s talking shit about you.

Yuma: You’re the one who threw it! Don’t try to put the blame on me!

Yui: ( Reiji-san, Shuu-san, Yuma-kun and...a guy named Kino. )

Kino: Guess so. I guess I’m a bit rusty because it’s been a while.

Reiji: Did I not tell you to get regular training in?

Shuu: You really are useless at times like this.

Kino: Ouch! No need to attack me like that!

Subaru: Oi, whatcha fuckers playin’ at, huh? Lil’ dangerous to treat your guests like this, don’t you think?

Yuma: It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s goin’ on here, does it? Ya guys are no longer our guests.

Thanks for bringin’ Eve straight to us. Now hand her over already.

Subaru: ...I see. So you deceived me, huh?

Yui: No way...! We trusted you...

Shuu: I’m surprised you can say that when it was you two who walked straight into the enemy’s territory. You’ve only got yourself to blame.

Yuma: Oi, just give Eve to us already.

If ya do, I guess we can spare yer life.

Subaru: Fuck off! In your dreams!

ー Subaru approaches Yui

Subaru: Oi! We’ve got no time to think! I’ll lift you into my arms and get out through the window. Okay?

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Kyah!?

Subaru: Let’s go! Hang on tight!

ー Subaru jumps from the window

Reiji: Halt...!

ー The scene shifts to the outside

Yui: ...Kyaah...!?

Subaru: Pipe down!

ー Subaru sprints through the forest

Subaru: Anyway! Right now we just gotta focus on gettin’ away from them!

Yui: Yeah...

Subaru: ...Fuck! So I can’t trust anyone after all...!

Yui: ( Subaru-kun seems to be having a hard time...Of course he is. The people he trusted stabbed him in the back... )

But you’re not alone. I’ll be on your side, no matter what happens.

( That might not make him feel any better right now, but I still wanted to get that message across. )

Subaru: ...Yeah, you’re right. I have you.

As long as you’re with me, that’s all I care aboutーー

Monologue

That is how the two of us,

ended up all alone in this World.

However, fortunately,

we at least did not lose,

the person who is most important to each of us.

That was the only thing keeping us sane,

in this twisted World.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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marshmallowichiart · 7 months ago

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tw: drunkenness

The room grew deathly silent the moment the superheroine stepped into the bar.

She wasn’t welcome here. She knew as much from the start. Still, the secret villains’ bar had called her deliberately on her private cell phone. She couldn’t just ignore their needs.

Though the seedy tavern was home to some of the most notorious villains in the city, the agency had strict policies about only fighting the bad guys and arresting them when they were actually creating trouble for citizens. For now, Divinity had no quarrel with them.

Rather, she’d been called to pick up a particularly obnoxious villain and bring him home before the other patrons strangled him.

She bowed her head in polite greeting to the barkeep, who jerked a clawed finger in the direction of a man slouched across the bar in a fancy violet suit.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble, Kingpin,” the angelic hero said with a sigh.

The bartender gave a pained smile. “It’s not your fault. Today is your first anniversary of making it to the big leagues, right? That’s probably what did it.”

Was it today? Divinity had had her hands so full it hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Her former nemesis, on the other hand, had nothing but time to think - that, and far more alcohol than was good for his system.

“I’ll get him out of here so you nefarious folk can get some peace and quiet.”

The heroine approached the telekinetic villain Psychopath.

“Come on,” she said gently. “You can’t sleep here.”

Psychopath looked more pitiful than Faith had ever seen him as he raised his head from the bar and locked eyes with the heroine. Tears hung in the corners of his bloodshot eyes, his cheeks flushed from the liquor’s effect.

“Angel…?” he sniffled pathetically, as though not believing his eyes.

She was the only one who could get him to go at a time like this.

Her lips tugged into a sorry excuse for a smile.

“It’s me.” She nodded. “Let’s go home.”

A smile whine passed his lips. “Don’t wanna go home. You’re not there.”

Divinity rolled her eyes. “Well, you can’t stay here. The other villains are getting sick of your crying.”

She carefully slung one of his arms over her shoulders. He furiously wiped away his tears on his other sleeve.

“‘M not crying.”

She exhaled a sigh. “Of course you’re not. Come on. One foot in front of the other.”

It took a little finesse but Faith guided her drunken ex-nemesis from the bar. There were a few times his drunken stumbling almost caused her to trip but, somehow, they left the tavern behind without too much chaos and headed down the street.

Divinity hated that she still remembered where the villain’s apartment was.

“You’ve got to move on at some point, Psy.”

Faith kept her eyes forward as she walked, but her ex-nemesis’s eyes were ever on her.

“Tried fightin’ other heroes, but they’re not you.”

She drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

“I’ve got my hands full with other villains, you know. You can’t keep breaking down like this.”

“But I miss you.”

A beat.

A heartbeat skipped.

Did he even realize what he was making this sound like? A bad break up! That's what!

“It’s not like we had anything special, Psy. You committed crimes, and I stopped you. Anyone could fill my spot.”

“No.” He stubbornly refused to take another step forward.

Another exasperated sigh was pulled from Divinity’s lungs.

“What now?”

“It was special. Maybe not for you. But it was for me.” He stared hard into her eyes as his lips trembled. “You were my only nemesis, Angel. You will always be my only nemesis.”

Her gaze softened. It really was like a breakup to him.

“You’re a real handful, you know that?”

A desperate grin parted his lips.

“All I ask is that I’m in your hands.”

The heroine made a silent vow to herself to put a stop to Psychopath’s evil plans a little more often.

#my writing #drabble #villain x hero #supervillain x superhero #supervillain oc #oc psychopath #superhero oc #oc divinity #tw: drunk #tw: alcohol

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veterantrainerray · 1 month ago

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Lost connection thanks to a storm that even Piezo couldn’t punch through for the most part. Sorry ‘bout that. Here’s a quick rundown of what ya missed.

- Tried to set the Dratini back in the lake. One of those huge fish Pokemon came to shore and tried to terrorize the little guy, so I sent out Piezo and hit it with a Thunder to keep it from rampaging and smashin’ the whole shoreline I was standin’ on.

- Ya’ll know that look in a kid’s eyes, right? That moment of awe and wonderment when a kid decides on their dream. Well, I learned that Dratini can get that look too. And he was starin’ right at Piezo after she dropped that fish Pokemon. Name escapes me, only heard it once. So, I got a Dratini now. Needs a name, but it’s started letting me and my other partners touch it without fightin’ us. Gonna make sure he’s got a solid handle on Thunder Wave ‘fore I try to teach him somethin’ stronger, but he’s eager.

- Currently on a fishing vessel heading up much closer to Kitakami ‘fore I make the journey inland. Got on board by volunteering to protect the crew from wild Pokemon attacks at sea. Fewer nets broken that way. We arrive soon, but the captain ain’t been specific.

- Per the handful of anons who want to see if I can pull it off, I’m gonna take a stab at instilling some discipline in this Munkidori fellow native to the province. Along with doing an old-fashioned Pokemon catchin’ expedition, like I did when I was a kid first startin’ out. Ain’t sure I’ll come away from it with a new partner or not, but it just sounds plain fun, to strike out into fresh territory to see what Pokemon I can find livin’ there.

- My little vacation’s either a week long, or however long it takes ‘fore I get too bored or worried about matters back home to warrant stayin’. Might post a lot in that time, might not find the time for that, who knows. I’m makin’ it a point not to plan that much here.

- Maya’s apparently befriended one of the Ponyta on the ranch. She says he likes “being glamorous” like she does, whatever that means. Been too long since she took on a partner ‘sides Rose, her Nidoqueen. I plan to do a test drill or two when I get back to see how well she’s workin’ with the critter.

- Mara’s askin’ if she can adopt a Mudbray to “match” her sister. I see no reason to say no, frankly. I ain’t sure Mudbray matches a Galarian Ponyta, but it’s a very… Mara choice and I know she’s up to seein’ to its needs… and she also needs a partner ‘sides her Nidoking, Alexander, to avoid stagnating as a Trainer.

- Both of ‘em heard about Terastalization when they looked into where I was goin’ and they’re wanting to get themselves a Tera Orb. I was gonna tell ‘em they wouldn’t work, but was corrected while I stayed at Naranja/Uva for a day. Apparently Terapagos’ discovery made the orbs self-powering. If the class is how they wanna spend their own vacations, that’s their business.

- Got to meet the critter ‘fore leaving Paldea. Ain’t exactly what one would think of a Legendary Pokemon at a glance, but bein’ functionally immortal (not that I tried to test that) and bein’ the source of an entire phenomena like Terastalization in places all ‘round the world… Yeah, that seems epic in a very literal sense. I’m told the super dense crystals that spring up in its habitat over time are what they harvest to make Tera Orbs. Can’t help but find it neat. It’s currently in the care of Naranja/Uva, and they’re pretty proud of it.

- Started lookin’ into volunteering Piezo for ranger work on the side. Ain’t contacted anyone yet, but it’s pretty clear she’d love doin’ it. And I’m sure rangers have plenty of use for a Magnezone’s raw magnetic power in crisis response.

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokeblr #pokemon trainer #pkmn irl #rotumblr #irl pokemon

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strywoven · 6 months ago

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closed. / @limitlessscion

❝ — No , no I PROMISE she’s much nicer than she seems , she’s just – uh , how can I put it ? – Overprotective. And in her defense we haven’t had anyone else come into our lives for AGES , so … ❞ Kaen pauses in futzing with the locks on the door to the pent-loft , sighing softly and looking over their shoulder to offer Satoru a p l e a d i n g sort of look , ❝ Jus’ humor me , will you ? ❞

Pushing the door open , the familiar space comes into view ( an open area of light-woods , soft-upholstered seating & setting sunlight filtering through painted panes ; a space that gives off a homely , warm energy ) . Letting the door close behind them both , Kaen looks around before raising their voice and calling out , ❝ Ronnie ? Ronnie I’m ho — ❞

Before the god-thing can finish , the blonde emerges from the adjoining hall , her gait long and powerful , her stance tall and imposing as ever. Though , her features are softened looking upon Kaen , her smile tender and the least bit affectionate as she approaches , inclining her chin , ❝ — Yes , I know , sire. As I ALWAYS know. ❞ Straightening , her gaze narrows , pointed towards Satoru in a g l a r e . ❝ Might I ask WHY you’ve brought him here … again … ? ❞ Strained is the question , attempting not to sound rude and failing miserably at the cause ; her disdain for Satoru is palpable.

Kaen takes it in stride , hands lifting and clapping together. ❝ It’s a special occasion ! ❞ They chirp.

❝ Which would be … ? ❞

❝ Tuesday ! ❞ Verona groans at the other’s response , pressing a clawed hand over her face. Kaen barks a laugh , full and bright-noted , before waving own hand in dismissive way. ❝ I’m kiddin’. I mean , I want us t’all sit and have dinner t’gether. I’m sick of y’both fightin’. So , this seems like a good solution. ❞

❝ NO , ❞ Verona says pointedly , crossing her arms , scowling in displeasure. ❝ Asking enemies to barter for peace over a meal might have worked in former ages , but I do not think this — ❞

Kaen’s tone changes minutely , the sweetness turning h a r s h e r , sharper , their gaze shifting between Satoru and Verona as own grin becomes agitated and malignant , ❝ — I’m not givin’ either of you a choice. ❞ Their voice radiates an UNCANNY AUTHORITY , rife with power and a rumbling snarl. ❝ Now , sit th’ fuck down. Get comfy. I’ll start cookin’. We’re gonna have a good evenin’ or DIE TRYIN’ . ❞

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#limitlessscion #❧ ⸺ ch. verona | threads ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse ix: jjk ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | threads ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | verse xii: jjk ❞#this is probably gonna wind up being silly and domestic but #hey #if i need to change this lmk #we love kaen literally actually locking them in the house like :3c you don't have a choice hehe~

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kurogane-redfox · 1 year ago

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@glitteringxchaos (from this)

Gajeel would snort at the words she uttered as he turned and left the vicinity. She wasn’t aware of just what magic he possessed and if she thought she’d stand a snowballs chance in hell at killing him in his sleep, she was sorely mistaken. He’d pack the things that would be required for most of their job, namely camping supplies, and other stuff they would need for the road. The job they were being sent on was long, mostly due to the amount of walking the two wizards were going to be doing.

He wasn’t in any better of a mood than she was. The idea of them having to spend that much time together, when they very obviously didn’t get along - and had proven so multiple times when they destroyed part of the guildhall with their... whatever it was going on between them. She could get over herself, he’d be as patient as he could be, being around the psychotic blonde that he’d grown accustomed to being harassed by, as well as harassing. It was sort of their thing, he supposed, now that he thought about it. He’d already be outside the guildhall long before Lucy arrived but he wouldn’t say anything because she wasn’t late, at least.

Annoying bitch.

“The main reason for this job is so I can train ya. Apparently Master Jose seems to think ya need the strongest Wizard in the guild teachin’ ya some more fightin’ techniques. While we are on an actual job, we’re gonna be walkin’ to the location. Master’s orders,”

He’d sling his bag over his shoulder, it wouldn’t look heavy but he was certain the skinny little psychopath wouldn’t be able to lift it. There was quite a bit of iron in the bag to make it hard for anyone to steal it. He’d watch her expression with a severely unamused look on his face the entire time. He knew Jose had an ulterior motive for picking him, specifically. He probably wanted him and Lucy to do more than bond on this job.

A snort as he shook his head.

Fat fucking chance.

“I don’t like this set up anymore than ya do, Bunny-bitch. So yer just gonna have to get used to bein’ around me for a while. I’ll be trainin’ ya and I won’t go easy on ya despite the fact that yer a fuckin’ girl.”

Part of his personal job was to get close to the blonde. To make sure she felt comfortable in Phantom, and to make sure she would become an asset, not a liability. Basically, Jose wanted him to get close enough to her that she trusted him implicitly. He didn’t think that would happen but stranger things had, in the past. So he’d see.

“If ya have any questions about the job, I’ll show ya the fuckin’ flyer so ya can read it. We’re headin’ to the mountains, we’ll be settin’ up camp at the base. Should be there in about eight hours.”

He’d walk slower than he would usually, if, for no other reason, than to allow her to keep up with him. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm her or have her pass out on him. He didn’t need to carry his bag, and her deadweight unconscious body over his shoulders after all. She probably didn’t weigh that much but deadweight would make her two to three times her normal weight.

“If there’s any kinda travel food yer wantin’ we can pick it up before we leave. If ya can’t afford it I’ll front the bill I don’t give a shit. For the first couple weeks we WILL be roughin’ it cause ya gotta learn some survival skills more than just usin’ yer whip, alright?”

He was trying his best not to snap at her because he could tell she was glaring at the back of his head. Likely trying to figure out a way to snap his neck or something. Wouldn’t put it past her. He just needed to make sure he stayed away from being too close to her for parts of their trip since her scent made him feel strange. He’d yet to figure out why that was though.

“Any questions?”

#glitteringxchaos #Verse Phantom Lord's Executioner #Celestial Princess - Lucy Heartfilia #Lucy Heartfilia - glitteringxchaos #You know I had to bring this one back we need them to be gremlins sdaksmd #god the amount of hate they have for one another here hahahaa

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daedalmirage · 2 years ago

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POST-TRIAL 3.2 | “ LIVIN' ON SOMEONE ELSE'S PAGE ! ” | SIR GAWAIN | 🚒 |

He's quiet, for a long time.

Perhaps characteristically quiet, perhaps not. His gaze one more of observation -- Gawain's usual lightness evaporated for something much more-- Dutiful.

Like how he dutifully shifts, every so often, as Marigold speaks -- to let her look at them more, to turn her to face those she would prefer to address. His breathing matching hers.

And how he dutifully listens to the rest of them -- positing theories that he, believes, Inkyo is trying to shoot down--

(All of it so incomprehensible--)

Ultimately, his gaze only slightly widens when Misery comes back in -- but not to drag Inkyo to a punishment; not to stop this explanation that--

It's when she speaks that he starts -- gripping Marigold tighter -- pulling her in with deep distrust. Before....

(So they had always had to die -- but it--) (He almost feels embarrassed -- as if he should feel bad to have taken this seriously-- because--) (....)

(...He supposes he can't get too upset. Not with how today was going --)

He lets it sit for a while, Ray taking the plunge in trying to untangle any of this -- and giving, at least, some kind of help. Though he still has questions -- and it would be a waste to not speak--

The first thing he says is a stall. It's meant to buy him time:

"Anyone else startin' t'feel a little like a rat in a cage...? Guess this is what we get for bettin' on a miracle cure, twice... almost feel like I should apologize."

A hard swallow. His eyebrows furrow -- his chin resting on Marigold's hair -- a twitch to his mouth -- once, twice.

"...."

He doesn't know where to start. He doesn't know how to address this. It feels a race to a shining beacon -- a finish line -- their salvation -- but the path there is muddy and unclear and the paths diverge and mesh and force him up the cliff and down a hill and into the sea and he doesn't even know if he can reach it--

(They want to help the rest of them -- but how? He highly doubts--)

Maybe it's best to voice his confusion. His eyes casting around all of them:

"...I mean, two people are babysittin' us. But-- I mean-- what does that mean? Why do we gotta be babysat? All we're supposed t'do is kill each other. We die here, we end up on th'other side fine -- marks off, as Rayster said -- as Ms. Pluto an' Ms. Sonia can corroborate. So what's with all th'delayin'? You'd think someone would have just put us into a Battle Royale by now...."

His tone remains calm, level headed. But Marigold can feel his muscles twitch -- how his fingers dig into the hold -- his heart beat rapid.

"We gotta be executed? Just do it all at once. What's th'point of all these punishments an' leavin' us alone f'a month? What's th'point of makin' us kill each other -- slowly, takin' fuckin' months? Makin' alliances an' likin' each other an' hatin' each other an' drinkin' an' partyin' an' fightin' an' whatever else? It's torture. What's the point?"

....

"An' -- don't mind me askin', Ms. Pluto, Ms. Sonia -- I know neither one of ya can be my biggest fans -- but why th'fuck are they keepin' y'all around? Your curse is gone. Why do you need t'just hang out? Why can't y'go home?"

A tsking noise. He shifts Marigold in the hold.

"...Y'know. There's been somethin' that's botherin' me this whole time...."

....

"An' maybe it's nothin'. But y'know, guys like me, we think of shit like this. The money. Why th'fuck is the money s'good for us t'be here? Eradicatin' in batches, yeah? ENDRO knows th'cure, but Laplace brought us here. ENDRO's finally lettin' us in on it. Y'don't think...."

...But he ultimately lets that sit. Something tugging at his neurons, something giving him an icy chill. He prefers not to speak it.

"But, y'know. I ain't exactly th'guy people key into th'bigger picture, so I ain't real good at spottin' a conspiracy. Maybe a smarter guy can point us in a better direction...."

#daedal mirage #ch3 #ch3 afterword #gawain

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homoose · 4 years ago

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Love Has a Learning Curve: Part VII (x reader)

Summary: Reader tries to make things right, with a little push from her mama.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: hurt/comfort

Warnings/Includes: none

a/n: I know, I know— please just let our babies be happy ♥️ and so it was. Also, big ups to my tumblr gf @idmakeitbehave for being my beta the past two chapters.

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One week.

That’s how long it had been since their argument. Spencer had driven back to his apartment in silence, absolutely stunned by the way things had blown up.

They’d gotten back from the case in Utah on the fifth of January, and he’d driven straight to Y/N’s, ready to give her a belated New Year’s kiss. Immediately upon entering her apartment, he knew something was wrong. Her hug was stiff, her kiss brief, her eye contact minimal. He’d spent the night, but they barely touched, and she left early for work without waking him. He’d let himself out and texted her later in the day to invite her over for dinner.

Dinner hadn’t been any less awkward, and when he felt awkward, he knew it was bad. He finally couldn’t ignore it any longer, and he’d called it out. He had expected some resistance, but he hadn’t expected that. Y/N never spoke to him with any malice at all, even when he was actually doing something that irritated her. She was the queen of healthy communication. So for her to speak to him like that meant that the underlying issue was much, much worse than he’d originally thought.

He’d gone over their conversations a thousand times, looking desperately for the moment that it went wrong. After some deep consideration, he was certain that something had happened on New Year’s Eve. He just wasn’t sure what. Y/N was insistent that she wasn’t bothered by the declined call, but he still wished he could go back in time and answer it. He was pretty sure the seeds of their argument had sprouted in that moment, regardless of what she said.

Spencer knew she was a creature of habit, and that sometimes she needed space to process and experience her emotions. And if he was being honest, he needed some space after the argument, too. But usually she would have at least texted him by now.

He sighed and set down his newspaper, realizing he’d read the same page four times and hadn’t retained any of it. It was Friday, and he knew she was working. But still his fingers itched to dial her number. He picked up the phone, pressing a key to light up the screen yet again.

No new messages.

He dropped the phone back to the table with a little more force than was necessary. He decided he’d give her the rest of the weekend. If he didn’t hear from her by Sunday, he’d have to do something.

…

Y/N dropped her bag on the floor inside the door and turned to lock the deadbolt. She had managed to sneak out of the building without being stopped by Anita, and she thanked the universe for small miracles.

She didn’t want to have to explain herself. She didn’t want anyone to know what an absolute troll she’d been. Considering that Sam and Spencer had practically become attached at the hip since they’d started hanging out more, Anita was bound to ask about him.

She showered and ordered Thai food, snuggling down on the couch to watch a movie with Roald. She settled on Dumplin’— a favorite for the body positivity, the southern drawls, and the Dolly Parton drag.

And then she came to the argument outside of Harpy’s and lost what little emotional stability she had left.

“Never took you for the type that cares much what people think.”

“I can’t, Bo. And that might make me a coward, but—”

“It does. Willowdean Dixon, I think you’re beautiful. To hell with anyone who’s ever made you feel less than that.”

She didn’t realize she was crying until Roald meowed in distress. She choked out a sob and stroked over his ears, closing her eyes in defeat. “I really fucked this up, huh?”

It had only been one week, but it felt like years since Spencer walked out of her apartment. She’d stayed in bed for the entire weekend, crying on and off. She knew she had no one to blame but herself. Owen had knocked over the first domino, but she’d done nothing to stop the rest from falling.

Spencer had done everything right. He’d done everything she asked, and she’d thrown it all back in his face. He had made the comparison to Mitchell Park, and he was absolutely right. She’d done the exact same thing, only she had almost a year’s worth of ammunition, and she cut a hell of a lot deeper.

Roald nuzzled against her, but she nudged him away— she didn’t even deserve the comfort. Instead, she fumbled in the couch cushions for her phone, swiping open the screen and tapping her favorites list, thumb hovering over Spencer’s name. Then she tapped on the name right above it and blew out a breath.

The line connected and rang three times before she picked up. “Hey, sugar! Your ears must be ringin’, ‘cause I was just thinkin’ about callin’ you.”

“Hey, mama,” Y/N breathed.

Her mother’s tone changed from chipper to concerned in an instant. “What’s wrong, baby?”

She leaned forward to the coffee table to grab Spencer’s scarf— somehow left behind in her apartment— rubbing it between her fingers. “I— I really messed up.”

“Oh, Lord. You need bail money?”

Despite herself, Y/N laughed wetly. “Oh my god , mama. No, I don’t need bail money.”

“Well, if you made bail it can’t be that bad,” Rose insisted.

“I didn’t— I’m not in jail, for Christ’s sake.” Y/N ran a hand over her face. “I messed things up with Spencer.”

“Well, we can fix that,” Rose responded matter of factly. “What happened?”

“We were fighting, and I said some really, really awful things,” Y/N admitted, tears spilling over her lash line.

Rose scoffed. “Honey, I say awful things to your father all the time, and we’ve been married almost 40 years.”

Y/N heaved a long sigh. “Not like this, mama.”

Her mother hummed in consideration. “Well, what were y’all fightin’ about?”

“It’s complicated,” Y/N hedged, toying with the fringe of the scarf.

Rose clicked her tongue. “Do ya want my help or not?”

Y/N dropped her head back against the couch. “I ran into Owen on New Year’s Eve—”

“Well, I hope you told him to stick it where the sun don’t shine,” Rose practically growled.

Y/N closed her eyes as the tears tracked hot down her cheeks. “I didn’t. I— I let him get under my skin, and then I didn’t want to tell Spencer about it because it’s embarrassing, but he knew something was wrong, and he wouldn’t stop asking about it.” She had to pause and suck in a hiccuping breath, releasing it on a sob. “So I yelled at him and said all kinds of terrible things, and then he left, and now I think maybe we broke up, and I’ve literally never been so sad in my whole life.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and then she heard Rose sniffling. “Really shoulda had your brothers knock the mess out of that son of bitch when we had the chance. He's been gone five years, and he’s still hurtin’ you every chance he gets.”

Y/N swiped uselessly at the tear tracks on her cheeks, sniffling pathetically. “And now I hurt the person who’s spent the last year singlehandedly undoing all of his awful handiwork.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rose cooed. Y/N could hear the creak of the floorboards as her mother walked through her childhood home. “You said he knew somethin’ was wrong, right? I can almost guarantee that he’s still just wonderin’ what’s goin’ on. I know he’s supposed to be a genius, but he’s still a man. And men are dumb, sugar. You gotta spell it out for ‘em. Have you talked to him since?”

“No.” Fresh tears spilled over Y/N’s lashes as the thoughts that had kept her from calling him spilled out of her mouth. “What if it was too far? What if I ruined everything? What if he never wants to speak to me again?”

Ross heaved out a long breath. “That’s a lot of what ifs, Y/N.”

“What if I’m right?” she whispered.

“And what if you’re not?” Rose countered. “That boy loves you. Anyone could see that, clear as day. He’d do just about anything for you.” Rose paused, and Y/N heard the springs of the bed squeak as she sat. “But you gotta let him, sweetheart. Right now you’re takin’ away his chance to do that. You’re makin’ the decision for him.”

Y/N listened as her mother’s advice crackled over the line, and for the first time in a week, she felt a tiny sliver of hope.

“If he doesn’t want to be with you anymore, you need to let him tell you that. Don’t settle for a what if. Find out for sure, or you're gonna spend the rest of your life worryin’ and wonderin’, sugar.”

…

That evening found Spencer in his usual spot on the couch, reclined against the arm with a book in hand. He’d promised himself he’d give Y/N the weekend to herself— that he’d let her come to him. That didn’t stop him from checking his phone obsessively; it never buzzed with any new calls or messages, but he still looked every seven minutes.

The sound of the buzzer jolted his body to attention. He checked his watch and drew his brows together before closing his book and scrambling to cross to the intercom, a tiny seed of hope beginning to germinate. He pressed the button to talk, calling, “Yes?” into the speaker box and then listening for the response.

“Hi.”

Her voice was so quiet that he could barely hear it over the crackle of the speaker. He buzzed her in without hesitation, crossing to the door and opening it immediately. She made her way slowly up the stairs, turning at the top of the landing and pausing.

His heart broke at the sight of her. She looked utterly exhausted, dressed in black sweatpants and a soft purple sweater, a black puffer jacket over top. She was holding his scarf, wringing it in between her hands. Her eyes were ringed red, and the bags under them were worse than his.

He watched as she crossed the landing, coming to stand quietly in front of him. He’d known something was wrong, but the way she looked now made him wonder just how long she’d been battling whatever private demons she wouldn’t let him in on.

“I, um.” She cleared her throat, and it was clear she’d been crying from the thickness of her voice. “I have a lot to say— again. But since I was such an asshole, I wanted to give you the opportunity to say anything you need to say first.”

He’d imagined this conversation countless times over the last week, and never once had he thought it would start like this. “Um. Well. You— you really hurt me.”

She could barely look at him. “I know.”

He swallowed. “Please don’t do that again.”

She shook her head, finally meeting his eyes. “I won’t. I won’t ever again.”

Spencer tucked his hands into the pockets of his lounge pants. “I know I may not be the best at social cues, but I’m a pretty good profiler. And I can tell when something’s wrong.” He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t have to tell me everything. I’m just asking you to tell me when I do something that makes you upset.”

“You— you didn’t do anything wrong. I—” He watched her squeeze her eyes shut. “God, I’m so sorry, Spencer. I’m just— I’m sorry for so many things. For lying about being fine, for being up on my high horse about communicating and then not actually doing it, for being an absolute bitch.”

He wanted to argue— she wasn’t a bitch— but he could tell she was far from done.

“I— I thought therapy was supposed to teach me how to talk about things, but this still feels… impossible to say out loud,” she admitted, fingers fumbling with the fabric of the scarf. “It’s embarrassing and ridiculous. But I— I have deep-seated insecurities. That I’m not really that smart or interesting or particularly special.”

He thought back to that night in Mitchell Park and felt the guilt all over again. He’d practically said those exact words to her— it was no wonder she was feeling this way.

“And every person that I’ve ever been with has— really reinforced those ideas, so for a long time they were just… a set part of my self-image,” she explained, dragging a hand over her messy hair. “I thought— I thought that I was over it, but I— I don’t know. Maybe you never really are.”

His brain sorted through every moment of their year together, pinging off the countless examples of her self-doubt and insecurity. She was easily the most wonderful person he knew, but he could clearly see the cracks in the facade if he looked close enough. How had he missed it for so long?

“And then I met you, and you…” Y/N let out a wry laugh. “You’re easily the most interesting person I’ve ever met, but you made me feel like… I don’t know, like I’m interesting, too. Like I’m worthy of being with you, like I’m— like I’m good enough.”

He felt his heart splintering into a thousand tiny shards— good enough?

“But I can’t— I still have a hard time believing it sometimes. And I— I’ve been letting myself keep you at arms length. Letting you see parts of me, but… never giving you everything,” she admitted.

He watched her struggle to get the words out, her voice thick with the act of holding back sobs. He hadn’t realized she was carrying all of this. She was so good at supporting him and loving him through all of his trauma and issues, he hadn’t stopped to consider just how much she needed him, too.

She continued, “It’s why I took so long to say I love you… why I couldn’t talk to you last week. Because I just—” She shrugged as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to realize that I’m really nothing special. That you’re getting bored, or there’s someone who’s a better fit for you, or one million other things. That I’m needy, and annoying, and too much work.”

A fresh tear tracked down her cheek, and he felt his own eyes filling. She never failed to put a stop to his own insecurities— reminding him that she liked his rambling, that he wasn’t irritating, that he was just the right amount. In his eyes, she was perfect. He would have never guessed she felt this way about herself.

She continued, “That’s what happened before, and none of those guys were even half as wonderful as you are.” She swiped a hand haphazardly over her cheeks, looking at him sheepishly. “And then I was hurtful and awful, and I realized that I was just creating a self fulfilling prophecy and I don’t— I don’t want to do that.”

Her hand shook a little as she brought it back down to twist in his scarf. “Because it’s never— I’ve never felt like this. I've never been this happy with anyone else, and I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to give you up. Even if sometimes I feel like I’ll never be enough.”

Her voice cracked on a stifled cry, and his chest physically ached. “And if you never want to see me again, I completely understand, and I’ll leave you alone, but I— I’m just so sorry. And I love you so much, and I’m trying so hard to be better.” She sucked in a ragged breath and let it out on an exhausted sigh. “And that’s, um— that’s it. If you want me to go, I—”

“I don’t want you to go,” he interrupted.

Her eyes went wide. “You don’t?”

“Of course not.” Spencer stepped forward and reached for her. “Of course not. C’mere.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, she was tumbling into his arms with a choked off sob. He pulled her inside and closed the door behind them, walking her to the couch and sitting them both down. She clung to him like she was afraid he’d disappear into thin air.

“Y/N, I’m right here,” he assured her. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But if you n-need space, I understand,” she sobbed.

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t need space. I think a week was long enough, don’t you?” he asked, pressing a kiss into her hair.

She pulled back out of the hug, head down. “But I really hurt you.”

He held her hand. “Yeah. And I really hurt you, too.”

She huffed out a breath. “That’s not how this works. I don’t get to hurt you just because you hurt me.”

“I know that.” He almost laughed at how indignant she sounded. “I’m not saying that we should hurt each other. I’m saying that sometimes it happens. And when it does, we apologize, and we forgive, and we move forward. And it’s okay if you need space. But I don’t.”

“What if you change your mind?” she whispered.

“Then I promise I’ll tell you.” Spencer tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes. “I promise I’ll tell you what I need, as long as you tell me, too. We’ve gotta use all those communication skills we learn in therapy.”

Y/N nodded, and he pulled her into another hug. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. “If I hadn’t heard from you by Sunday, I was planning to bother you until you talked to me.”

He could feel the beginning of a smile turning up the corner of her mouth where it was pressed to his shoulder. “You never bother me,” she mumbled. She held him for a moment longer and then released him from the hug and sat back, fidgeting with her hands and letting out a breath.

“Sometimes I need to be told that my worst fears about myself aren’t true,” she admitted. “I know that’s so annoying, but—”

“It’s not annoying,” he interrupted, putting an immediate stop to that line of thought. “Telling you how amazing you are isn’t the chore that you think it is. I’m sorry that anyone ever convinced you that it was.”

He covered her hands with his own, rubbing his thumbs softly along her skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about her dealing with all of this by herself. He hated that she’d ever felt anything less than adored. More than anything, he hated that he hadn’t been able to help her through it. And he wanted to make sure that he never made that mistake again.

“A wise man told me once... that love is helping someone navigate their storms,” he murmured, squeezing her hand. She looked at him then, and he continued, “You’ve been my lighthouse for a long time, Y/N. And I— I’m trying desperately to be yours… But you have to let me.”

Her eyes filled with fresh tears, but she nodded. He let out a long breath and pulled her hands into his lap. “I understand that sometimes you need space, and that’s fine. I’m happy to give you whatever you need.”

He shook his head. “Just— please don’t try to weather the storm by yourself. You can’t do it all alone; no one can.” He smiled ruefully. “I can tell you from experience that’s pretty much a guaranteed way to capsize your boat.”

His voice cracked a little at the end, and he felt a tear slip over his lash line. “I’ll help you repair your boat, or build a new one, or you can just float on mine for a while. It’s not perfect but it’s pretty sturdy, I think.”

She brought her fingers up to brush at his damp cheeks, and he met her eyes. “What I’m not going to do is let you float out on the ocean by yourself. I love you too much.”

She was quiet for a long moment, sniffling a little and just watching him— almost like she couldn’t believe he was there. She brought her hand back to his and laced their fingers together, rubbing her thumb along his skin. “I love you the most.”

“Agree to disagree.” He gave her a small smile and leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead. “Want some tea?”

She was frowning when he pulled back, her brows drawn together. “I need to tell you about Owen.”

The conversation he’d had with Anita was suddenly on replay in Spencer’s head.

… a real piece of shit… telling her lies about herself… isolating her… destroying her from the inside out...

He squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready. You don’t have to tell me at all if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head. “Talking about him takes away his power. I have to stop letting him have so much sway over my emotions.” She looked at him then. “I do things I regret and hurt people I love.”

He brought their joined hands up his lips. “Well, I’m here either way. And I’m still going to make you some tea.”

He stood and pulled her up with him, bringing her into the kitchen and refusing to let go of her hand. He filled the kettle and turned it on, found a bag of her favorite tea and ripped it open with his teeth. He dropped the bag into her favorite mug, and then made a mug up for himself.

“You know, it’d be a lot easier if you’d let go,” she said, the hint of a smile in her voice.

“Mhm,” he agreed, but he made no move to release her hand. In fact, once he’d fumbled a spoonful of honey into each of the cups, he dropped the spoon into her mug and turned to pull her into another hug. He hooked his chin over her shoulder and closed his eyes as she brought her arms around his waist. “I missed you,” he whispered.

She squeezed him tight. “I missed you, too. I’m so sorry.”

She buried her face in his neck, and he felt her breathe him in. He pressed a kiss into her shoulder and then settled his chin again. “Apology accepted, in case it wasn’t clear.”

They stood like that until the kettle began to whistle, and then Spencer kept her tucked underneath his arm as he turned to shut it off and pour the water into the mugs. They each grabbed a mug, making their way back to the couch and setting them on the coffee table to steep. Spencer kept their fingers intertwined and stayed quiet, letting her set the pace of the conversation.

Y/N took a deep breath and let it out on a long sigh. “I guess I should start at the beginning. I, um— I had my first boyfriend in high-school: Cal Cunningham. He was older and cooler, and so I felt— I don’t know… special when he picked me.” She rolled her eyes. “In reality, he was rude, and arrogant, and kind of a misogynist. We didn’t date for very long, but it kind of… set me up on this path of dating guys who weren’t very nice.”

Spencer ran his thumb soothingly along hers, waiting for her to continue. “When I started college, I dated this guy Adam for a few months. He was nice enough but really self-centered and a little immature. When we broke up I just wanted to be on my own for a while.”

“I was single for two years after that, just kind of… finding myself and whatever.” Her eyes tracked the path his thumb traced along her skin. “So when I started dating Owen at the end of junior year, it felt like my first real relationship. Like— we were both adults, and he dressed up for our dates, and he paid for things and bought me flowers and fit all the cliches.”

“And it was great at first,” she admitted. “We had a lot of the same friends, so we’d been hanging out for a while before we got together. He was a perfect gentleman— and smart, accomplished, and ambitious. I fell fast, and I fell hard, and we were sort of— it feels so stupid to say this, but it felt like we were an it couple.”

“A few of us made plans to move to DC after graduation— my friend Jess and her boyfriend Chris, Sam and Anita,” she explained. “And Owen and I, obviously. We moved in together in an apartment downtown. And that’s when everything changed.”

She drew her brows together. “It was little things at first. Like he’d jokingly call me stupid for forgetting something, or he’d complain about one of my friends being annoying. But it snowballed pretty quickly. He’d tell me I was stupid, and he wasn’t joking. All of my friends irritated him to the point where we couldn’t hang out anymore— even our former mutual friends. He thought that teaching kindergarten was a mindless, pointless job.”

Spencer tried to keep his heart rate steady, his facial expressions neutral, but his blood pressure was on the rise. No one deserved to be spoken to like that, least of all Y/N.

She continued, “We spent the holidays at my parents’ the second year we were dating, and he spent the entire car ride home explaining, in detail, how ridiculous and low-class he thought everything was.”

She shook her head and rubbed her free hand over her face. “I know it’s insane that I stayed with him for five years, but I— he did a really good job of convincing me that I was... that I was nothing. That he was doing me a favor by loving me. That he could have anyone, but he chose me. No one else was going to, so I should be grateful.”

He balled his free hand into a fist to avoid squeezing her to death. When Anita had said Owen was a piece of shit… he hadn’t realized just how deeply she meant it.

She picked at the fabric of her sweatpants, staring intently at the tiny pills. “When someone says all of that to you on a daily basis, and you’re not hearing otherwise from anyone else— because no one knew what was going on— when someone tells you you’re nothing… you start to believe it.”

Spencer relaxed his fist to bring his fingers up to her face, gently cupping her cheek. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes for a long moment. He didn’t know what to say. Instead, he pressed his lips to her forehead in a voiceless assurance that she was, in fact, everything. He felt her relax under the warm pressure of his lips, and he hoped that was enough for now.

He sat back to let her continue. “We were together for five years, and we only broke up because he cheated on me. It was a long term affair; they were sleeping together for almost a year before I found out. And… a lot of people knew. Almost all of his friends knew. But I didn’t. I was still being this ridiculous, desperate little Suzy Homemaker trying to make him happy, even though he was still treating me like shit.”

She laughed, but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in it. “When I found out, I wasn’t even hurt. I was… embarrassed, I guess. But I was so relieved. I was so fucking relieved that I had a way out.”

He watched as her shoulders settled, almost like an actual weight had been lifted off of them. “I got a therapist and dropped all of the friends that were still hanging around with him. I moved to a new neighborhood, started hanging out with Anita and Sam, and just— started fresh. And I was doing really well. I’ve had my moments of insecurity here and there, but for the most part, I’ve been able to recognize the moments when I’m falling back into old thought patterns.”

She looked at him then, and her eyes were so soft and lovely that his heart ached. “You’re a big reason for that. You’re so open with how you feel about me, and… it makes things a lot easier.” She dropped her gaze with a sigh. “But I— he was at the party on New Year's. And I didn’t know he was going to be there until I was already there , and then it felt stupid to leave. I thought I could handle it—”

“And then I didn’t answer your call.”

“No, no .” She shook her head and reached her free hand out to grasp his arm. “That’s— Spencer, none of this is your fault.” She furrowed her brow, and the crease between them was practically an abyss. “He sort of— cornered me on the patio. I hadn’t seen him in like, four years? And he was complimenting me, and asking about you, and then he tried to— well, he did kiss me actually. I shoved him off, and he didn’t like that, and he did his whole Owen thing. Told me that he’d cheated because I was uninteresting and worthless. That eventually you’d get bored of me, too. Just, um— generally awful shit.”

She took a deep breath, and the rest steamrolled off her tongue and over his heart. “And then he just— left . And he’d absolutely demolished my self-image in less than ten minutes, and I was embarrassed and angry at myself, and then you didn’t answer, but I was kind of glad you didn’t because I didn’t actually want to talk about it. And I thought I could just move on, but then I was being weird, and you knew something was wrong. And I just wanted to pretend like it never happened, but then you kept pressing me on it, and I just— I didn’t want to have to explain it all to you because I was afraid that— that maybe he was right.”

Y/N dissolved back into the couch, an unwelcome indication of the emotional exhaustion that came with reliving trauma. Spencer moved closer and mirrored the position of her body against the cushions, bringing his face close enough to bump their noses together. They breathed the same air for one noiseless minute before she finally met his eyes.

“I need you to understand that not one single thing he said to you— on New Year’s or ever— was right, in either sense of the word. None of it was factual, and none of it was acceptable.”

She gave him a weary nod, and he continued, “You are the single best person that I know. You’re kind, brilliant, and driven. You’re interesting, and wonderful, and lovely. You’re my absolute favorite person on the planet, and I will never get bored of you.”

He let his eyes trace over all the angles and curves of her face, and then raised his eyebrows. “He’s lucky that I respect you enough not to go over your head, because what I’d like to do is run a full background check and find any and every possible transgression that could be legally investigated and then use that information to ruin his life.” He tilted his head in thought. “That or— get really jacked and then beat the shit out of him.”

“God, please don’t. As much as I’d love to watch that unfold,” she cupped his face in her hand, “you’re better than that. And he’s not worth either of our energies… I already wasted enough time dwelling on it and hurt you in the process.” She dropped her hand back to her lap with a sigh. “I spent so much time in that relationship that my brain didn’t know what to do with this good, healthy one.”

He took both of her hands in his, squeezing them tight and then pressing a kiss to the back of each. He wouldn’t commit assault, since she’d asked him not to. But he wasn’t going to let Owen taint any part of his life with her.

“I’m so sorry that someone you loved made you think it was hard to love you. Because loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” He pressed his lips together and mused, “But I think maybe love has a learning curve. Especially when you’re used to being hurt. You have to unlearn all the bullshit. People will have you thinking that you have to water yourself down, or change who you are, or make yourself more palatable. I thought that, too.”

He brushed her hair back away from her face and waited for her to meet his eyes. “And then I met you. And you love all of it— all of me. All the rambling, all the quirks, and— even the dark parts, too.”

She sniffled a little, but really smiled for the first time that night. “What’s not to love about you?”

He smiled back. “I’m not sure if you realize that I fully reciprocate that feeling. What’s not to love about you? I have a hard time thinking of even one thing about you that I don’t absolutely adore.”

“Even when I act like a horrid bitch?” she mumbled, only half joking.

He leaned his head against the couch cushion. “A year ago, you stood on my doorstep and gave me forgiveness— after I’d been a complete asshole to you... I told you then that I wanted to learn how to love with you. I still do. In all the wonderful, and the weird, and the terrible. Even when we get it wrong.”

He shrugged, and then ran a soft fingertip down the bridge of her nose. “There is no one else I’d rather get it wrong with. Because when we get it right… it’s the closest I’ve ever felt to magic.”

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and she brought both hands up to his face, holding him with an adoration that made his own eyes burn. “You can believe that you love me the most,” she whispered, “but just know that you’re wrong.”

He leaned forward to close the distance between them, pressing a kiss to her lips with a reverence that felt technicolor and devout and more magical than any trick he’d ever mastered.

“Agree to disagree.”

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xhischeriex · 2 months ago

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Rogue watched him carefully, noting the way he brushed off her words, that familiar gruffness that was as much a part of him as those claws. She knew Logan didn’t need anyone to coddle him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna stand by him, especially after what had just gone down. "Ah know, Logan," she said softly, her voice carrying that Southern drawl that always seemed to soothe him, even if he’d never admit it. "Ah know ya ain’t one for second guessin’. That’s part of what makes ya who ya are—strong, sure of yourself, and willin’ to do what needs doin’ when the time comes."

She stepped closer, her boots barely making a sound on the cold, hard floor as she moved to stand by his side. "But just ‘cause it’s easy for you, don’t mean it don’t come with a cost. Maybe not to you, but to the rest of us who care about ya. We know what you’re capable of, but we also know you ain’t just a weapon. You’re a man—a good one, even if you don’t always see it." Rogue looked out the window where the kids were playing, safe and unaware of just how close they’d come to danger. "Those kids out there... they’re here ‘cause of you. An’ they’re safe ‘cause of what you did. Ah’m grateful for that, Logan. More than Ah can say."

She turned her gaze back to him, her eyes soft but firm. "But don’t think for a second that Ah’m lettin’ you go through all this alone. Ah know you’re used to it, but that don’t mean you have to be. We’re all in this together, whether it’s fightin’ off attackers or sittin’ through one of the Professor’s lectures." A small smirk played on her lips at that. "And Logan," she added, her tone a bit more serious, "you might be used to folks seein’ you as nothin’ but a weapon, but not me. Not now, not ever. You’re more than what they tried to make ya, and Ah’m always gonna remind ya of that, even when you don’t want to hear it."

She placed a hand on his arm, a gentle but firm touch, one that said she wasn’t goin’ anywhere. "So yeah, you’re gonna sit through that lecture, and Ah’ll be right there beside ya. ‘Cause that’s what friends do, sugah. We stand by each other, no matter what."

while there were many here at the professor's school that supported the pacifist methods that the owner of the estate desired when the school got attacked like this , but logan had never been one of those people. in his eyes ... charles wouldn't have trusted him as one of the teachers there if he didn't know himself that was going to be one of the only things that was going to put an end to these kinds of things.

and even then it didn't really feel like it was enough.

breaths started to settle , listening to rogue and fighting the scoff that came along with anyone trying to sooth him after doing what he did best. as if it had been hard for him to do. it was never hard to do. that was the whole point in them trying to turn him into a weapon. it had always been as easy as breathing. something he was glad didn't seem to effect the rest of the team. or at least not most of them.

" ain't the first time i've sat through one of the professor's lectures. " he casually brushed off before looking back to her. he really was grateful for the friendship that had formed since the day he met her. it was nice having someone who accepted logan for who he was at his core. something he always experienced around her. " and it sure as shit ain't gonna be the last. thanks though , i guess. " another charicteristic shrug , looking out the window when she mentioned those kids. and cautioned him against second guessing himself. he furrowed his brow in slight confusion. " i've always known who i am. what i am. second guessin's not really in my nature. "

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years ago

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IUI - The Way I Love You

bear with me here folks

I know the Idiots are usually soft af. but my lovely spouse/fiance/soon-to-be-fiance and beta @dani-dandelino hit me with an idea and I added a dash handful of angst bc i couldn’t help it

Warnings: feelings of inadequacy, fear of breakup (no actual breakup I promise), miscommunication, drunk af Geralt, past shitty relationships, happy ending tho I promise, there’s tears but they’re happy I swear.

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Geralt only ever got sloppy drunk when Jaskier was the DD. It wasn’t necessarily that he didn’t trust anyone else, it was that he didn’t trust his drunk boyfriend not to goad him into something stupid.

The last time they’d both gotten fucked up outside of their apartment they woke up with three traffic cones and a “Speed Hump” sign in their living room. When they asked Triss what happened she sent them a video of them giggling as they tried to fit the sign into her trunk.

After hanging the sign in their apartment, they decided it may be best to take turns.

This particular instance, they’d dropped Triss and Yen off and were on their way home, Geralt’s head lolling against the window as he fought to stay awake.

“I’m not carrying your perky ass upstairs,” Jaskier laughed, snapping his fingers near Geralt’s ear.

Geralt grumbled but sat up straight and leaned into Jaskier’s outstretched hand, “Radio.”

Affectionately rolling his eyes, Jaskier pulled his hand away and flipped on the radio. Geralt immediately gasped and started singing along off key and slurred. The first time Jaskier heard Geralt scream along to Taylor Swift he’d been shocked, if extremely endeared.

“BUT I MISS SCREAMIN’ AND FIGHTIN AND KISSIN IN THE RAIN! IT’S TWO AM AND I’M CURSIN’ YOUR NAME! SO IN LOVE THAT WE ACTED INSANE, AND THAT’S THE WAY I LOVED YOUUUUUUUUU!”

Jaskier turned the volume down to a reasonable level when Geralt cranked it so loud his ears might start ringing. He rolled his eyes when Geralt started singing it to him, taking the shortcut home and trying to ignore the little pit forming in his stomach.

When the song ended Geralt turned the radio down and picked up his hand not gripping the steering wheel, “Jask?”

“Mhm?”

Even in the car, Geralt glanced around conspiratorially before whispering, “I have a secret.”

Fear flared in Jaskier’s chest but he took a deep, calming breath, reminding himself who he was talking to. His boyfriend thought secrets were fun. Mostly because Geralt’s version of a secret was keeping what he made for dinner a surprise until Jaskier got home. He’d even felt guilty not telling Jaskier he was seeing a therapist when they’d started dating. For all his gruff exterior and suspicion, Geralt really was an open book with those he loved and trusted. Jaskier had a very different idea of what secrets in a relationship meant.

“What’s that, love?”

Geralt giggled as he traced the edges of a magnolia on the back of Jaskier’s wrist, “That is the way I love you.”

Luckily for Jaskier’s car, they were rolling up to a stop sign. He had time to loose his breath for a moment and fight back the initial feeling of shame and anger with himself before he pulled his hand away and gripped the steering wheel as he punched the gas.

Through gritted teeth, he said the gentlest thing he could think of, “We don’t kiss in the rain.”

Geralt frowned, almost pouted at him, “I still love you.”

A part of Jaskier wanted to scream at Geralt, another part wanted to pull over and make him walk home, thankfully the loudest part reminded him the idiot was just drunk. He didn’t know what he was saying and he thought he was being sweet. There was also a good possibility he would cry himself to sleep in the passenger seat if Jaskier yelled at him and last time he tried to carry Geralt to bed his back hurt for a week.

“I love you too,” Jaskier sighed as he pulled into their parking spot.

He didn’t sleep well that night. Not because his sweaty, smelly, and fidgety boyfriend clung to him in his sleep, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the ride home.

Jaskier had lived in relationships like that for most of his adult life. Hell, even in his teens. They were nothing but all consuming passion with no connection to support it and left both parties jaded and lost. When he left his mentor he’d sat in Yen’s chair for hours and hours, until his arm had gone numb, and the only thing he could think was ‘never again’.

And now Geralt thought he was being cute. The ridiculously meticulous and serious man was only ever sappy when he got drunk and now instead of reveling in it like he’d like, Jaskier was staring at the clock on his nightstand calculating how exhausted he’d be in the morning as the minutes ticked by.

Turns out, he was at least in the land of the living by the time Geralt shuffled into the kitchen with his hands in his hair and a pained expression.

“Feel like shit.”

Jaskier hummed in agreement as he sipped his morning tea and shifted in his seat to see better out the window.

After popping a few anti-inflammatories and nibbling on a cracker before giving up on food, Geralt lumbered up behind Jaskier and draped his arms over his shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“S’nothing. I��m just being… touchy.”

Geralt pressed a light kiss over the hellebore tattoo on Jaskier’s neck, “I doubt it.”

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as Jaskier laid his hand over Geralt’s arm across his chest, “I don’t want to lose this.”

“Why…? What makes you think you would?” Geralt was a little slower on the draw hungover, but he knelt next to Jaskier’s chair and rested a hand on his knee as he waited for a response. He only ever looked so worried when Roach had an abscess and it broke Jaskier’s heart. He didn’t want to say it and ruin everything.

After a deep breath in, he mumbled out his answer, “Do you really love me like that song?”

“What song?” Geralt breathed, his thumb brushing back and forth over Jaskier’s knee.

“The uh, Way I Loved You one.”

Geralt searched his face for a beat, the crease between his eyebrows only deepening, “Of course I do.”

“Fuck,” Jaskier breathed, biting his lip to keep it from wobbling as he forced all the air from his lungs in the hopes it would do something to stop the tears from falling. When it was clear he would lose the battle he leaned forward with his elbows on the table, hiding his face in his hands.

“You… don’t want me to?” Geralt sounded close to tears himself, but he didn’t take his hand off Jaskier’s thigh.

“No- yes! No?” Jaskier sniffed and wiped at his face but didn’t lean back to look at Geralt, “I- Geralt I can’t just fill a hollow relationship with lust. We ha- I thought we had more? But if you want the- the fights and the hate fucking- I don’t- Geralt I don’t want that. Not with anyone but not with you. Ne-”

“Hey, hey,” Geralt tugged at Jaskier’s arm, gathering him to his chest when the brunette melted into sobs, “I don’t want that. That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry I let you think that.” He cradled Jaskier’s head to his shoulder, pressing kisses into his hair between softly spoken apologies and reassurances. They stayed there until Jaskier’s tea went cold and his sobs were closer to little gasps.

Eventually, Jaskier lifted his head and met Geralt’s eyes, “H-how do you love me?”

Geralt licked his lips, his voice barely above a whisper, “Not- It’s not hollow.”

Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to Geralt’s, “Please?”

One of Geralt’s hands came up to cup Jaskier’s cheek as he took a deep breath, “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you… I never wanted to be romantic with anyone until you. You… You make me feel… safe. I’m never bored of you or numb or sick of you. This is the first relationship I’ve had where I bother to fight, Jask. I love you so much it makes me do things I never thought to do and I’m glad and I never want to change anything about us. Never.”

A shiver ran down Jaskier’s spine as relief flooded his whole body. His throat ached from crying and his shoulders were sore from holding all that tension in a way they hadn’t for years, but he’d never felt so good. Geralt loved him. Him. Not some tumultuous relationship or the sex or the drama of it all. Someone finally loved him for him.

It hadn’t really hit Jaskier till then. They’d said ‘I love you’, sure, but he hadn’t really believed Geralt, just like he’d stopped believing the string of selfish lovers before him.

“Thank Mellitelle,” Jaskier laughed, just on this side of hysterical as he tightened his grip around Geralt’s shoulders, “I fucking love how boring we are. And you. Fuck I really really do love you.”

“Even when I smell like my regulars?” Geralt teased, intentionally huffing a little extra and dosing Jaskier in his horrendous hangover morning breath.

Jaskier wrinkled his nose but smiled and kissed him anyway, “Of course.”

“Mhh,” Geralt pulled away for a moment, brushing his thumb over Jaskier’s crows feet in a silent request for him to open his eyes, “Can we go back to bed?”

“The crying does it for you, huh?” Jaskier chuckled, his voice was still weak but his laugh was genuine.

“I’m so dizzy, Jask,” squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head ever so slightly, Geralt plopped back onto his heels. If Jaskier hadn’t witnessed just how much he drank he’d say he was lying, but Jaskier was truly surprised he’d even climbed out of bed this morning.

“Mkay, up. Back to bed then.”

They settled under the blankets and tangled themselves back together. Geralt hummed, closing his eyes and squeezing Jaskier a little tighter.

New, happier tears threatened at the corners of his eyes but he pushed them down, opting to trace the corner of Geralt’s buttercup tattoo peeking out of his shirt, “I love you.”

Geralt took a deep breath in before he sighed out a rumbling, “I know.”

“No, Geralt. Really,” Jaskier laid his hand over the yellow and green ink, “I’ve said these words more times than I can count but I don’t think I ever really understood them until you.”

“Jaski-”

“I love you,” Jaskier’s interruption was far smaller and far more fragile than he had intended. His words just continued to spill out, “You’re steady and calm and I’ve never had that. I don’t know what it’s supposed to be like and I’m constantly scared I’m gonna fuck it up…”

Comforting fingers ran through his hair as Geralt murmured his reply, “Me too,” Jaskier just squeezed his shoulder in a bit of solidarity and a bit of selfish comfort, “But I think we’re doing alright…”

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” Geralt started, shifting so he was practically engulfing Jaskier, “we both still love each other, and...” his boyfriend pinched him when he trailed off, pretending to fall asleep in a way that always mad Jaskier giggle, “Ow- and you use the hooks by the front door.”

“I do, don’t I?” Jaskier sniffled, “And you used your words.”

“I’d use all the words for you.”

“All of them?”

Geralt really was drifting away this time, his words coming slowly as his arms relaxed and Jaskier felt their full weight over him, “Not well, but I would...”

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shurelyasreverie · 4 years ago

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Me getting ready to request a valorant agent: 😎

Anyways, I know I already asked for something so hopefully you dont kind me doubling up, and if not do you mind if I request headcannons about Jett with a medic agent? Less Sage's magic healing and more stick them with a needle and sew them up with a thread kind of medic?

Me getting ready to write for a valorant agent: 😎

Don’t worry about the double up! I just got round to this request quicker since there are a lot less Valorant requests than League (don’t worry your League request will be coming 😁)

Also, I completely missed seeing 'headcanons' and wrote a drabble, then it grew into a oneshot omg. Hope it's still alright!

Injured!Jett x Agent!Reader: Not Alone

Jett's injured and you're the only one left to do the mission, but Jett's not going to let you go so easily.

Word Count: 1105

“Hold still.”

“It hurts.”

“Conventional medicine typically does,” you groaned as you held onto Jett's shoulder as she writhed in your grip.

It was all in good humour, but the other agents all laughed at your decision to take a first aid course. With healers like Sage and Skye on your side who could heal instantly with their abilities, bandages and anaesthetic were a thing of the past that only you and the older agents were versed in.

“Nah, nah, nah. Let me do all the fightin' and my fire'll heal me up just fine,” Phoenix explained.

“First aid? Oh no my dear, your intellect can be used on something far more useful, such as testing my gadgets!” Cypher countered.

“(Y/N), I am sure such skills are useful in their own way, but your time could be better used elsewhere,” Sova respectfully gave his opinion on the matter.

But now here you are on a duo mission with Jett, and her, being as confident and reckless as always, managed to get herself shot. Of course, Jett's health was the biggest priority but still... you couldn't wait to rub this mission in everyone's noses. First aid was useless, huh?

“You're lucky it was your shoulder and nowhere else,” you muttered as you wrapped her shoulder. The bullet did more than just graze her but did less than fully go through any crucial nerves. There was a lot of blood, but give it enough time and Jett will be right as rain.

“Both Sage and Skye are on missions of their own but they can heal you up fully when you're transported back to Protocol,” you stated as you started to bandage her wound. She pouted, slouching in defeat, occasionally hissing as the anaesthetic kicked in in waves. Certain times the stinging was too great and her hand was latching onto your forearm, holding it tightly as she gritted through the pain. You watched her sympathetically, stopping for a moment until she gave you the nod to continue.

“And what will you be doing?”

“I'll be finishing the mission.”

“You can't do that,” Jett exclaimed, standing up in outrage. “You're going to end up worse than me!”

“I don't randomly rush into the field,” you retorted and Jett hesitated.

“At least take me with you. Use me as bait or something, I can handle it.”

“No way.”

“And no way you're going alone!”

You pulled back for a moment, meeting Jett's crystal eyes. The two of you locked in a glaring battle, seeing who would relent. Jett was known for being stubborn, but unfortunately for her, you could be just as stubborn if you wanted to.

“Protocol gave us a mission, I'll get it done. We've faced worse.”

“We've faced worse as a group. What, are you going to suffocate them with your bandages or something? Stick a needle in their eye?”

“If that gets the job done,” you mused as you fastened the bandage to her shoulder, holding it still before Jett tried to do anything funny with her wounded arm. You kept her at eye level. “You're hurt, Jett. Go home, I'll see you there.”

“It's only worth it when you're there,” Jett huffed. She plopped back down on the box she was previously sitting on. “I'm staying here.”

“Yes, until Brimstone comes to pick you up.”

“No. Look, I can stay here and make sure this camp's safe while you go out and complete the mission. I've got a sniper rifle, I'll cover your back.”

“You can't safely fire a gun with that much recoil with that shoulder,” you pointed out.

“I'll use a pistol then.”

“From that range, it's useless!”

You rubbed your temples, pacing back and forth. “Jett, please. Just listen to me, for once. It's best you go back to headquarters. That wound isn't a problem now but I can't guarantee it won't get infected or anything.”

“Now you're just making stuff up.”

“Am not,” you groaned. Was Jett really that used to instantaneous healing she didn't know about infections?

“(Y/N), this place is nice, but not nice enough to die in. I'm not letting you die here.”

“I won't let you die here either,” you snapped. “A sniper shot is a sniper shot. We know how snipers think and act. It's a marvel they only got a chunk of your shoulder and not your head. You're already toying with death, I don't want you to do that again.”

“We didn't get to take down that sniper,” Jett replied, frustration evident in her voice. “They're still out there, and they could shoot you next. I don't want you to go through what I did, or worse.”

“You've done solo missions before, why won't you let me do this alone?”

“Because I like you, dumbass!”

And when the bombshell dropped, the dust settled, and the two of you were engulfed in silence. You, stunned as you stared at Jett in disbelief, Jett staring back but she was showing signs of cracking under your intense gaze. She started to chew on her lower lip, her face growing increasingly hot. Her voice came out timid.

“Say something. Please.”

“I like you too.”

Well, what a turn of events. You cleared your throat as you struggled to bring yourself to move, Jett's eyes tracking your every move. Although you might've spontaneously confessed to each other, the tension still didn't die down. There was still the imposing thought of you going out there, alone. You pondered for a few moments.

“I'll ask Brimstone to send in Reyna and Breach and they'll help me see this mission through, deal?”

“... deal.”

“How's the shoulder?” your voice noticeably softened. Jett shifted slightly.

“It'll do. It's not like we're doing anything until Brimstone comes. And, uh...”

Jett's eyes darted from side to side, seemingly checking for anyone watching, or perhaps she just wanted to look everywhere except for your face as her face started to redden. Searching her surroundings, she started to get closer to you as you watched her with curiosity. She stopped when she was right in front of you, any closer and you'd be touching.

“Thanks for the heal.”

She pecked your lips before using her ability to dash out of the scene. Stunned, you stood frozen for a few moments before shaking your head and chuckling to yourself. Jett was just as confident and reckless as always.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Out Of Time ~ 138

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,485ish

Summary: The hospital keeps monitoring Y/N and Morgan. (Refer to this post on why there’s two chapters today.)

The doctor requested that Morgan be held at least twice a day, cause it seemed to be working. Tony was the only one to have held Morgan so far, but everyone understood. Slowly, three weeks passed by. Morgan was doing better, the wires and tubes slowly not needed anymore. Y/N was a different story on the other hand, and that is why the doctor called Tony into her room to talk alone. Tony was sitting at Y/N’s bedside, holding her hand, as the doctor stood at the edge of the bed.

“After have no apparent decline the last few weeks, I was hopefully that maybe we could prepare to wake Y/N,” the doctor started. “That is why I ordered multiple scans yesterday. I got all the results back this morning.”

“And?” Tony breathed out, extremely nervous. He met Rhodey’s gaze through the blinds before focusing back on the doctor.

“And there has been no decline, but there also has been no improvement. After consulting with multiple people, I have decided to keep Y/N sedated for another 3 weeks. Once those three weeks are over, we will wake her, no matter what, and then see what we are dealing with.”

“How bad is this, doc? Really?”

“Unfortunately this is one of the worst cases I’ve seen. But I have hope. Y/N is strong and has been known to miraculously pull through before. I believe that if anyone can get through this it’s her.”

~~~

“I-I don’t know, Nat,” Steve shook his head. “What if Tony comes in and gets mad? I don’t want to upset him anymore than I have.”

“Just hold her,” Nat urged. “It’s time for her kangaroo care and Tony isn’t here yet. That can only mean… just hold her. She’s your niece.”

Steve looked at Morgan in the incubator before sighing. “Fine. But do I have to take my shirt off?”

“Yes,” both Nat and the female nurse replied quickly. With a huff, Steve pulled off his shirt.

“Now, sit in the rocker and I will bring the baby over,” the nurse ordered.

Steve nodded as he sat down. He watched, dutifully, as the nurse picked up Morgan and made her way to him. Nervously, he held out his large hands and let the nurse set Morgan in them. Steve listened intently as the nurse instructed him on the do’s and don’ts and helped get Morgan settled against his chest. He was so mesmerized by little Morgan that he didn’t noticed Natasha taking pictures. He gave his niece a little smile as he rocked her. Rhodey walked in not too long later.

“They’re keeping Y/N sedated for 3 more weeks,” he told them. “She’s hasn’t made any progress, good or bad. They’re going to wake her no matter what, to see what we’re dealing with.”

“How’s Tony taking it?” Natasha asked.

Rhodey shook his head. “Not well. He’s in there right now begging her, and I think God, to make some positive progress, to push through.”

“If she doesn’t… what is this going to do to him?”

“That’s not an option. She has to push through. She has too.”

“Your ma’s going to fight for you, Mo, I know it,” they heard Steve whisper. They turned and watched him. “She’s a fighter, and she would never leave you without putting up one… I was told you enjoy your pa singing to ya. You mind if I try? There’s this song, your ma used to love and constantly sing. I want to give it a try. So bare with me, okay? Okay…”

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,” Steve began to softly sing, fully focused on the babe in his arms. “There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true… Someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops. Away above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me… Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why I can’t I? If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow, why, on why can’t I?”

Steve pressed a kiss to Morgan’s head. “You keep fightin’,” he whispered to her. “And your ma will too.”

~~~

“Tony,” Pepper called as she lightly knocked on Y/N’s open door. “I brought you some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” Tony muttered, focused on Y/N’s face.

“You need to eat something.” Pepper slowly came into the room more.

“What I need is for Y/N to wake up… this is killing me.”

“I know, Tony. But there’s nothing you can do but take care of yourself. If you don’t, how are you going to be able to take care of Y/N when she wakes or take care of Morgan.” Tony sighed, and held his hand out. Pepper quickly handed him the bag of food. “Rhodey told us what the doctor said… I’m so sorry Tony.”

“How’s Morgan today? I know I missed her kangaroo care time.”

“She’s doing well. Natasha got Steve to cover for you.” Tony nodded, taking a bite of his food. “I know that you both have a rocky relationship, but I know Y/N would appreciate you both for trying to work together.”

“She’d get the biggest kick out of seeing us without our shirts on, holding Morgan.”

“She would,” Pepper nodded. “It’s a good thing Natasha’s been taking pictures of it all.”

“Yeah… it just sucks that Y/N’s not here to see it herself…” Pepper put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I just want to see her smile and hold Morgan, even if it’s just once… she deserves it especially since—since she never got that with AJ.”

“She’ll get it, Tony… she’ll be able to hold Morgan… she has to.”

~~~

The next three weeks went by extremely slow. But while Y/N was making no progress, Morgan was doing well. Before they knew it, they didn’t have to do kangaroo care with her anymore, which honestly made both Tony and Steve sad. They enjoyed that time bonding with her. Finally, all the wires and tubes were taken off Morgan and she was sleeping in a normal newborn baby bed. She was still in the NICU, being closely monitored, but could be held and visited more.

Tony was impressing everyone with how quick he was catching on with taking care of a baby. He was currently trying to calm Morgan down. She was wailing in his arms and he couldn’t figure out how to get her calm.

“I know, I know,” he said, gently bouncing her up and down. “You want your momma. I want her too… just please stop crying. Please.” She continued to wail, so he changed her position in his arms. “Come on, hun. Do you want me to start singing? I can do that.”

“Um… oh Morgan, when you smile I am undone, my sun,” Tony began singing, chaining the lyrics. “Like at my sun, pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now. Oh Morgan, you outshine the morning sun, my sun. When you smile, I fall apart and I thought I was so smart… My father wasn’t around, my father wasn’t around. I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes. I’ll make the world safe and sound for you. Will com—“

“Tony!” Steve exclaimed, rushing in with Natasha. “They’re waking Y/N right now.”

“What?”

“They’re waking her right now!”

“Here,” Natasha opened her arms, “I’ll take Morgan. You two should be by her side when she wakes.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded. He looked down at Morgan. “I’m going to go check on your momma now, alright?” He gave her a little kiss. “I love you so much, and I’ll see you soon.” He carefully handed her to Nat, looking worried.

“Don’t worry,” Nat gave him a small smile. “I’ll take care of her.”

Tony nodded and gave Morgan on last kiss before running off with Steve. When they reached Y/N’s room, they weren’t allowed to enter. Standing in front of the window, they could see several doctors and nurses jotting notes down and checking up on Y/N.

“She’s going to be okay,” Steve whispered, mainly to herself. “She’s going to be okay.”

Tony moved up closer to the window when he noticed Y/N’s eyes blinking open. Her eyes found his before the doctor caught her attention. The breathing tube was still in her mouth, but Tony couldn’t help but let out a whimper of relief when he saw Y/N nod in answer of the doctor’s question. With tears forming in both of their eyes, Tony and Y/N made eye contact again.

“I’m right here, honey,” Tony comforted through the window, pressing a hand up against it. “I’m right here.” He could see her hand trying to rest on her stomach, eyes afraid. “She’s okay, Y/N. Our daughter’s okay. Morgan’s beautiful.”

~~~

Tony and Steve were told to wait with Morgan or in the waiting room as the doctors ran tests on Y/N. They were both so nervous, but were relieved at the response they had witnessed from Y/N already. They were both in with Morgan, pacing around a small, private room as she slept in a crib.

“She recognized me,” Tony mumbled, trying not to get too excited. “She recognized me.”

“That means she’s going to be okay, Tony,” Steve replied. “It has to.”

“Yeah… Yeah… you’re right…. I really want to see her.”

“Good,” the doctor came in with a smile, “cause she wants to see you too.”

“How is she doing?”

“She’s going to be fighting migraines and light sensitivity for a while, maybe forever. She’s also going to be tired for a while. Again, whether that fatigue be something she’ll be fightings for a little while or life, only time will tell. Her memory and speech is better than we’d hoped. The plan is to keep her in the hospital for at least two more weeks for safety measures. But, Tony, this is the best outcome we could have hoped for.”

“Thank you so much, doc,” Tony shook the doctor’s hand.

“Only doing by job. Now, go see your fiancé.”

Tony looked back at Morgan. “What about—“

“I’ve got her,” Steve said. “Go see Y/N. I’ll follow soon with Mo.”

Tony gave Steve a grateful smile before hurrying to Y/N’s room. When he arrived, the blinds were barely open and he could tell the only light in the room was a lamp. Trying to contain his excitement, Tony took a breath before walking in. Y/N’s head moved slowly to face the door, eyes barely open. A small smile came over her face.

“Hi,” she rasped.

Tony choked on a happy sob. She lifted her hand slightly, waving him over. He fell into the chair at her bedside, grabbing onto her hand and bringing it to his lips.

“You know…” Y/N paused to swallow. “I was hoping for a kiss on the lips. But I guess my hand appreciates it as well.”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Tony’s eyes were bursting with tears. “I’m so happy that you’re okay. I was so worried.” He stood up slightly and kissed her soft and long. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N kissed Tony again before gasping and pushing Tony away.

“What? What is it, hun?”

“Morgan… where’s Morgan?”

“She’s right here,” Steve interrupted, pushing Morgan’s bed into the room.

“Oh.” Y/N held her hand to her mouth as Steve brought her closer. “She’s gorgeous.”

Tony sat on the bed and put an arm around Y/N then gave her head a kiss. “Just like her momma,” he whispered.

“Do you want to hold her?” Steve asked.

“Can I?” Y/N wondered.

“Of course. I’ll hand her to ya.” Steve gently picked Morgan up, who immediately started fusing. “Sshh, sshh. You’re okay.” He moved to the bedside. “Okay, hold out your arms and I’ll set her down.”

Y/N nodded and held out her arms. Ever careful, Steve set Morgan down in his sister’s arms. Y/N swore that her heart could have stopped. She was holding her child. She couldn’t help the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

“She’s perfect,” Y/N whispered. “Absolutely perfect.” Morgan cooed. “Hello, Morgan. I’m your mom… I’m sorry that I’ve been away, but I promise that will never happen again. I will never leave you again…” Morgan began fussing. “Oh, no. Please don’t fuss.”

“Steve and I have been singing songs to calm her down,” Tony told her. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“I-I don’t know—“

“Just try.”

Y/N took a deep breath before softly starting to sing. “A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.”

“You’re my dream,” Y/N whispered. “My little princess.”

Steve snapped a few pictures as Y/N sung. Tony was still keeping Y/N at his side, looking over her shoulder to see Morgan. A peaceful silence fell over them.

“Thank you,” Tony whispered.

This caused Y/N to look up at him with furrowed brows. “What for?” She wondered.

“For coming back to us.”

“Always.” Y/N gave Tony a kiss before looking back down at Morgan. “I couldn’t leave—“

Y/N suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes rolling back and she began seizing. Steve swiftly grabbed Morgan from Y/N’s limp arms as Tony rolled Y/N onto her side.

“We need some help in here!” Steve shouted.

As Y/N continued to seize, foaming at the mouth, nurses and doctors rushed in.

“What’s happening?” Tony asked.

“Tony, you and Steve take Morgan and get out of here,” the doctor ordered. “Now!”

“Come on guys,” Rhodey urged, him and Natasha having rushed to the room with the doctor.

“I can’t leave her,” Tony stated. Rhodey grabbed Tony’s arm trying to yank him out of there. “No!” Tony pulled away.

“Tony. Let them do their jobs.” Rhodey tried again.

“No!” Tony weakly tried to pull away again, yet he failed. “Please, Y/N!”

A nurse shut the door once they were out and shut the blinds. Morgan cried in Steve’s arms as Tony collapsed onto his knees on the floor. He looked up at the ceiling.

“Just one break, damn it!” He yelled. “I just want one break!”

next chapter >

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