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yourkeeperoftherunners · 6 years ago

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Mind

Plot: AU A new identity, a dare, a meaningful reason – those are the common reasons for adding a permanent mark on your skin you’ve heard in your profession. You’ve seen the transfer in passing and never thought much of him, until he sat down in your chair for a dramatic request.

Rating: PG-13 (Language, fighting, implied injuries, homesickness, pain associated with tattooing, minor descriptions of piercings, light flirting)

Characters: Amity Transfer!Jimin x Older Female Dauntless-Born!Reader, plus Dauntless-born!Jungkook and mention of other members.

Notes: This is set in the world of Divergent by Veronica Roth. I do not own anything, other than the concept for this story. It was inspired by the reappearance of the “Nevermind” tattoo Jimin had on his ribcage from a previous concept. Please do not repost anywhere else!

“I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate school!” Jungkook whined as he flopped over the back of your tattoo chair dramatically, arms flailing around.

You looked up from cleaning your tools and rolled your eyes at the younger Dauntless member, grumbling that he was being ridiculous. He looked up and scrunched his nose, whining that you didn’t remember how boring classes were when you attended with the other factions.

“I swear my Choosing Ceremony can’t come fast enough!” he groaned. “I don’t care about the other factions – I wanna pass my initiation and do what noona does!”

“You’d have to pass an examination for this job,” you reminded him as you threw him a pointed look. “It’s not just about being creative with ink Kookie, you gotta know how the equipment works, what areas are the most painful to tattoo, and proper cleaning so no one gets a nasty infection.”

Jungkook straightened up and waved it away, insisting he could do it, no problem. You sighed as you washed your hands and dried them, sneaking a quick glance at the clock.

“How about piercing noona?” Jungkook asked at dinner.

You accepted the plate of burgers from another Dauntless person and placed one on your plate. “Same thing Kook,” you said, “you need to take an exam and learn about correct techniques and pain zones. Also, you need to know what is appropriate to pierce at certain times, like nip–”

“Nevermind,” Jungkook cut you off when he realized he would probably encounter intimate piercing requests. He took a large bite of his burger and you smiled with a shake of your head. You lobbed a fry at him playfully and he protested before fumbling to catch it, so it didn’t land on the floor.

He chewed on the fry thoughtfully and leaned an elbow on the table. He leaned closer and lowered his voice, “I wonder if hyung went back to his normal color or if he –”

“This spot taken?” Bud asked as he sank in the spot next to Jungkook.

The younger member shut his mouth and shook his head, deciding it was better to eat in peace. You greeted Bud and engaged him in small talk, mostly talking about how some recent tattoo requests went, the possibilities for new designs to include on the boards, etc. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Max was glancing at your table and you realized why Kook cut off his sentence.

The younger member had been talking about Namjoon, a former Dauntless who transferred to Erudite last year. Max seemed to take the loss hard since Namjoon showed potential to be a leader in Dauntless. While many were shocked that he would leave, you always picked up on the small details that indicated how smart Namjoon truly was. He used to pay visits to the hair salon to have his natural dark color stripped away to a platinum color, sometimes switching it up for silver. Now that he was with the Erudite, he probably had given up the piercings and allowed his hair to grow back.

Jungkook missed him but he confessed behind closed doors that he didn’t hate Namjoon for leaving. “I think hyung is brave for following his destiny,” he confided. “He seemed smarter than Max and maybe it’s better he go where he can thrive.”

“You take a look at the new crop?” Bud asked, interrupting your thoughts.

You raised your head to glance over at the table of initiates, scanning the faces quickly. You saw a handful of Candors, lots of Dauntless-born, and a few from Amity and Abnegation. You were about to look back at Bud when you felt someone looking at you, which made you snap your head to the left.

Your eyes met those of a blonde with full lips sporting loose fitting clothing in natural dyed colors of rust and yellow. He blinked when he realized he was caught and he sheepishly ducked his head, a flush coloring his cheeks.

Bud noticed and chuckled throatily, commenting that you had a looker. Jungkook looked around to see who it was and you snorted as you picked up your tray, wanting to avoid the topic of a possible shipping between you and this Amity kid.

“I wonder why there’s so many Candors here,” Jungkook mused as he passed you a sanitation wipe for the chair.

You accepted it and began cleaning the chair for the next person. “Well maybe they got sick of telling the truth all the time. It gets kinda dull, you know?”

“What about the Amity guy?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and tossed the wipe into the trash can. “Why not go bug him instead of me?”

Jungkook sighed and he carried the container of sanitation wipes back to the cabinet. “I don’t know him – besides, it’s you he looked at.”

You snorted as you watched Jungkook replace the container in the cabinet, shaking your head. “Coincidence Kook.”

“Are you sure?!”

“Yeah I’m sure! That guy may look like the squishiest kid I’ve seen, but he’s ripped!”

You brushed past some Dauntless girls gossiping about someone and you stifled a yawn as you passed the piercing salon.

“Are you going to go on about that kid too?” Bud asked you when you arrived at the tattoo studio.

You raised a brow and were about to reply, when Jungkook dashed over, face flushed with excitement.

“Noona, his name is Jimin – he ended up being in the top of the initiates during the first phase!” the younger member piped up.

Bud whistled when he heard the comment about the rankings, murmuring that this Jimin kid was turning out to be a surprise. “Anyone know if it’s true that he knocked a bigger guy out cold after a few hits?”

Jungkook nodded and he proceeded to ramble on about how the soft, adorable blonde turned out to be quite the skilled fighter and had an impressive physique. Before all the fights took place, many had been quick to write him off as someone who would land himself in the infirmary right away. You leaned against the wall with an amused look, suddenly reminded a bit of Namjoon with his surprising talents that everyone else overlooked.

“I can’t believe he wanted to go darker,” your co-worker from the hair salon sighed. “His hair was so nice...but he insisted on the darker color. I mean, the black looks good on him too, but he made a sweet blonde.”

You nodded, distracted by something you needed to talk to Bud about regarding a malfunction with one of the tattoo needles you noticed during a test. As you rounded the corner, you nearly walked smack into a dark haired young man.

“Sorry,” you muttered as you managed to back up a few steps. You got a better look at him and blinked when you realized it was Jimin, now sporting black hair instead of the blonde.

“Hey Jimin, you still happy with the black?” your co-worker asked.

He nodded with a smile before addressing you, bowing his head as he apologized for almost walking into you.

“It’s all good,” you said, waving it away as nothing. “Ah, you’re the Amity guy.”

Your co-worker looked at you exasperated and lightly nudged you in the arm. “That’s who I was talking about Y/N!”

“Sorry! I was thinking about one of the needles – Bud needs to put in a work order request for some Brain to come in and fix it!” you explained, throwing your hands up.

Jimin tilted his head as he watched you two go back and forth, taking this moment to excuse himself.

“It can’t be!” Bud said when he saw someone in blue approaching the tattoo studio.

You emerged from the back and stared in shock when you spotted the familiar face. Putting your water bottle down, you walked over and hugged Namjoon.

“I volunteered – by the way, Max doesn’t know I’m here,” he explained once you pulled away. “I thought, if anyone’s gotta fix something at Dauntless, it’s going to be me.”

You smiled and guided him over to the station where the problem was. Namjoon set his bag down and began pulling tools out as you explained the problem.

Eventually, Jungkook joined you and greeted Namjoon, hanging around to watch as his elder took apart the tattoo equipment and discovered an issue within the digital interface. He began rewiring it and shared updates on his new life within the research libraries at Erudite.

“I miss the cake,” he sighed as he accepted some water from you.

“How’s the soda?” Jungkook asked.

“It’s different, but the Dauntless cake is always the best,” Namjoon replied.

You lowered your voice and said you’d sneak him some cake before he left. He flashed his dimpled smile at you and asked how the initiates were doing.

“Pretty good crop of recruits,” you noted. “Apparently an Amity transfer has really been killing it in the physical fights.”

Namjoon nodded as he began to reattach the exterior covers to the equipment. Jungkook added that Jimin had quite an impressive physique from the sounds of it – something that seemed like he had the beginnings of before becoming a Dauntless transfer.

“It’s possible he might have built muscle from lifting crates of fruit and vegetables,” Namjoon reasoned as he straightened up. “I’ve noticed many Amity build muscle mass if they’re constantly lifting heavy loads on a regular basis and they are the foundation for our food sources these days. Which means a lot of food.”

You nodded and glanced over your shoulder when you heard lots of noise and cries coming from outside the studio. Both you and Jungkook stepped away to see what the commotion was and you nodded when you remembered it was Visit Day, meaning the family members of transfers from your previous faction would pay you a visit.

“Visit Day already huh?” Namjoon called out from the studio.

“Yeah I guess it is,” you remarked. “I sort of forgot all about it, but it’s been a while since my initiation.”

Namjoon nodded as he hung back for a moment, fixing his glasses on his nose. You reassured him that Max wasn’t out there and he nodded, deciding it would be a good time to slip out unnoticed. Remembering you promised him cake, you asked him wait a minute before running off to the dining hall to grab a slice.

After a few minutes, you emerged from the dining hall, carrying two slices in hand. The extra slice was for Jungkook, seeing as he’d probably pout and demand to know where his piece was. You paused when you heard sniffling and you backtracked, heading for the direction where the crying was coming from.

Sitting on the floor was Jimin, eyes closed in an attempt to fight back tears, and his knees drawn up. You slowly approached him and you asked why he was here.

“I think most of the family members from past factions came,” you said.

He shook his head and swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. “Mine...mine didn’t come today. I...well, I can’t say I blame them, they were really disappointed I left.”

You sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, your heart starting to ache for him. While you didn’t know what it was like to be separated from your family, you knew it was hard for Namjoon and Tori, the latter who also did tattoos for the Dauntless. Both left their factions and never saw their parents again after they made it into Dauntless.

“Hey, Jimin is it? Look, I’m sorry your parents didn’t come but they shouldn’t hate you for making the best choice for your life,” you reasoned. “It takes a lot of guts to change factions and I respect your decision to join us.” You glanced at the plates in your hands and held one out to him.

“Have some Dauntless cake – it’s the best,” you said with a smile.

He opened his eyes and blinked when he saw the plate. He started to protest but you insisted, saying it was really good and one of your favorite things to enjoy when things were a bit rough.

“I need to run, but keep your head up,” you told him as you ran to catch Namjoon.

“I definitely do not want to become a piercing artist,” Jungkook concluded after his homework one day.

“I’m guessing you talked to my colleagues over there?” you asked.

He nodded and made a face, muttering that the job was very hands on and gross at times. “I don’t wanna pierce someone’s nipples or something else,” Jungkook shuddered. He changed the subject and shared that he had some design ideas that he ran by Bud for the studio.

“Ah Bud said you’re quite the artist,” you replied. “So he’ll take you if you pass initiation?”

“Yup! Then I can help noona in the studio,” he said. “I know I want you to do my first tattoo when Umma says I can get one. I just don’t know what I would want.”

“Your birthday will be here before you know it,” you reminded the young man. “But until then, you got plenty of time to think it over.”

Jungkook nodded and he lowered his voice, saying that he heard from Namjoon, who thanked you for the cake. “That reminds me, where was my slice that day?”

You stared at him and reminded him he was old enough to walk to the dining hall to ask for his own slice of cake. You never told him or anyone else that you had given away his slice to the transfer in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Noona, if...I chose to leave Dauntless, would you hate me?” Jungkook spoke up all of a sudden.

You turned to face the younger male and shook your head. “I can only wish you the best if you chose another faction and I’d be happy if you did it because it was the right choice for you.”

"You got any bets on who’s staying?” someone from the hair salon asked you.

You shook your head and said you’d save your points. You declined their offer to join the announcement in dining hall, stating that you were the only one in studio today. (Bud was sick and Tori was at the infirmary for a rash.)

Thankfully the studio was quiet and you enjoyed being able to tidy things up and work on your design submissions to share with Bud for the boards. You nursed a mug of tea in your hand as you studied the details of a complex design you were trying to finish a few days ago. You took a sip from your mug and looked up when someone cleared their throat to get your attention.

“Hi Y/N noona,” Jimin greeted you as he stepped into the studio. “Are you still open?”

You set your mug down and nodded, closing the sketchbook before walking over to him. “Nice to see you again – was the cake good?” you asked.

Jimin beamed at the memory and nodded, saying that it was quite good. “Oh um, thank you for listening to me that day,” he added. “I appreciated it.”

“Of course,” you replied. “I’m guessing you want a tattoo?”

He ran a hand through his hair and nodded, explaining that he had put off getting one until he was absolutely sure of what he wanted. “Since I’m officially a Dauntless now, I thought it would a nice thing to mark the occasion,” he explained.

“Congrats, well you can check the boards, unless you got an idea in mind?”

Jimin pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over, which you unfolded and found the word ‘nevermind’ written in all caps. You nodded and pointed to your chair, asking him where he wanted it on his body. You walked to the sink to wash your hands and retrieve a clean pair of gloves.

Jimin sank down in the chair and tugged his shirt off. He rested his head against the back of the chair and watched as you returned.

“Here,” he said, gesturing to the right side of his rib cage.

You blinked as you stared at the area he was pointing to. You met his eyes and clicked your tongue. “It’s a painful area to have your first tattoo,” you warned him. “Are you sure you wanna suffer through that for your first one?”

He nodded and you rose to retrieve a set of temporary mouth guards to prevent teeth grinding while you worked on the area. You passed them to him and explained that they would help him from clenching or grinding his teeth during the procedure.

He accepted them and removed them from the plastic sealed package. He separated them out and began to set them in place on the top and bottom portions of his mouth.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked as you scanned his face while working on the first two letters.

He nodded with a set stare, hissing as the needle made contact with his skin. He stared straight ahead, taking deep breaths as you worked on the letters.

“I’m going to take a break halfway through,” you informed him. “You should drink some water before I finish the word – it’s a long time to go without it.”

He grunted and you commented that it was normal to take breaks in between complex designs or long words. Especially if they were placed in a painful area.

You kept the silicone pad that would block the area for you on his rib cage while you retrieved a glass of water and a plate to put the guards on.

“Stay on your side and drink slowly,” you ordered him.

He obeyed and popped out the guards, slowly reaching for the glass of water. He took a long, slow sip from it and sighed.

“I can finish the word in another session if this is getting to be too much,” you said. “Like I said, most people go with their arm, wrist, maybe a calf for their first designs.”

“No I want to finish it today,” Jimin insisted. “It’s important I have it done today.”

You nodded and watched as he drained the rest of the glass, setting it down.

“Why ‘nevermind’ if you don’t mind me asking?”

Jimin cocked his head toward you and replied that he heard it many times as of lately. “I guess...I want to say I got past some of the negativity surrounding that word that I’ve encountered,” he said. “My parents saying nevermind to me considering another life outside of Amity, the other initiates saying nevermind about me being a real contender, and...nevermind that I might not have many friends after initiation.”

“Well Jungkook’s already a fan of you and he doesn’t really know you yet,” you offered with an amused smile.

You took the glass and placed it in the sink. Jimin reached for the mouth guards and asked if that the young man who hung around the studio so much. You nodded and explained that Jungkook was a few years behind Jimin, meaning he would be doing his Choosing Ceremony in the upcoming future.

“He’s already trying to decide his job in Dauntless,” you explained. “By the way, do you know what you’re going to do?”

Jimin shook his head and confessed he needed to give it some thought. He placed the guards back into his mouth and prompted you to continue.

“I’ll probably need to sleep on my side for a while, right?” Jimin asked once it was finished. He admired the work in the mirror with a smile, turning to read the whole word.

“Sleep on your side, tattoo can’t get wet for 48 hours, and make sure to apply this to help with the redness and pain,” you replied, handing him a jar. “You handled it well I must say.”

He grinned confidently as he retrieved his shirt and slipped it over his head. As he tugged it down, he turned and asked if you were off soon.

“Yeah I think you’re the last one, unless some drunk idiot decides he needs one right this minute,” you confessed. “Why?”

He nodded in the direction of the dining hall.

“How about we split a slice of Dauntless cake? It sounded really good after sitting through all that pain.”

You lightly teased him, saying he wanted his tattoo on his rib cage. The young man pouted at your comment and you laughed as you joined him, walking in the direction of the dining hall.

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pascalscenarios · 3 years ago

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SAFE HOUSE (Dave York x Reader)

Safe House

Scenario Series

Bodyguard ! Dave York x Reader

Summary: It’s Dave’s week with you. After someone attempt to kidnap you, he takes you to a safe house.

Words: 2652

Warning: Attempted kidnapping, mentions of blood

Authors Note: Had this in my drafts for a while - K

CHAPTER 1

Your father was a wealthy businessman. Many people came after your father and he knew they would use you to get back at him. You were the most important thing to your father, so from a young age you always had a bodyguard with you. You were older now, seeing no point in having one. It had been years since someone decided to come after your father. You were independent, capable of taking care of yourself, not needing someone to be with you 24/7, but if it gave your father a piece of mind then you guess it was okay.

Someone was loudly pounding against your door.

“Alright! I’m coming, I'm coming!”

You opened the front door to your apartment to find Dave York was standing there. Your face contorted in confusion. What was he doing here? It wasn’t his week to be with you.

Out of all the bodyguards that were assigned to you, Dave York was your least favorite. He wasn't very keen on you either. Dave was an ex CIA operative. He’s a few years older than you. He’s been one of your bodyguards for a little over a year. You knew nothing about him besides that. He was very private, closed off from letting you get close to him. You were nothing but a job to him, but he sure loved to get under your skin.

“Hey sweetheart” he gives you a fake smile.

“What are you doing here? It’s not your week! Where’s James?” you say. Dave makes his way past you and goes to your kitchen to get something to drink. You shut the door and follow him.

“Where’s James?” James was one of your other bodyguards. You two were secretly seeing each other.

“None of them told you? He’s got fired” Dave laughs as he opens the fridge grabbing the carton of orange juice.

“What? Why?” You say in shock

He snickers “Your daddy found out about you two were sleeping together”

Your eyes widen “What? T-that's not true!” you lied

“Don’t play innocent, you two were clearly screwing each other silly” he scoffs as he takes a swig from the carton.

There was no point in lying. “How did he-” Your eyes widened in realization “You!” You pointed at him. “You told him didn’t you?!”

He takes the backs of his hand, wiping away the orange juice that dripped from his lips “Guilty” he smiled. “It was obvious you two were a thing...You need a better poker face, but it’s good he gone...something was off about that guy”

“Good he’s gone? What the fuck Dave! Seriously? Running and telling my Dad? What I do in my life is none of your concern!”

“None of my concern?” He snaps at you, setting the carton down

“I’m your bodyguard! My job is to protect you! Your father is my boss, I’m supposed to tell him shit like this!”

“You don’t know anything about James! You can't just- You never liked him! You did it just because you felt like it! To make my life miserable!”

“No, you don’t know anything! I did you a fucking favor by telling your dad!” He yells at you. “If you only knew…” he mutters under his breath. “I did it for your own good. ”

“I don’t need you to protect me!”

Dave's phone begins to ring. He takes it out of his pocket, looking at the caller ID.

“Your Dad, I gotta take this” he heads to your front door, stepping outside to take the call.

You rolled your eyes. You were irritated and heavily annoyed with Dave.

You headed over to your living room, plopping yourself down on your sofa. You pick up the TV remote off the coffee table and turn it on. You were flipping through the channels when you heard Dave enter your apartment again. The door is closing.

“Gone to tattle on me again?” You joked, but part of you was serious. You stopped on a rerun of a reality tv show. It was silent. Usually Dave always had a quick comment back at you.

“Dave?” You look over your shoulder to find someone that wasn’t Dave. A man dressed in black and a ski mask covering their face and a gun in their hand came charging towards you.

Your eyes widen as you scramble to your feet staring at the person coming towards you.

From behind you, you felt a hand slap over your mouth, muffling your screams. Their hand grabs on tightly to your arm and pulls you back closer to their body.

You began to thrash and squirm in their grasp. You managed to bite down on their gloved hand, making them retract their hand away

“Fuck!”

“DAVE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” you quickly screamed.

“Shut up!” The man in front of you rushed closer to you pointing the cold barrel of the gun to your head.

“Scream again, and I’ll fucking put a bullet through your head!” He yells at you.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed, your lip quivering. The man holding you, grips you even tighter, their arm wrapping around your torso.

“We’re either gonna do this the easy way or the hard way” The man in front of you stares down at you.

“Hey! Knock it off! He said we needed them alive! We’re wasting time!” The man begins to drag you towards the backdoor of your apartment.

Dave calls at your name as you hear him enter your apartment.

“DAVE!” you scream.

“Shit” The man in front of you says as Dave quickly rushes in with his gun drawn. Before the man could react, shooting the man in front of you twice. His body hit the floor, blood pooling.

The man holding you lets you go, in shock off what just happened.

“We gotta go, quickly, come on!” He grabs your wrist and drags you out of your apartment. He was quickly running to his car that was parked just outside. You were barefoot and stumbling as he pulled you along.

As the two of you rushed to the car as bullets sprayed behind you. A bullet flies right past the both of you shattering a car window you were running past. You look back seeing the man that was shot coming after the two of you. He was walking limply, his hand over one of his gunshot wounds. His gun pointed straight towards the both of you

“Dave!” you yell as he let go of your wrist and jogged to the drivers side of the car.

“Just shut up and get in the car!” He barked at you. You quickly did what he said and opened the door, slipping inside.

He puts the key into the ignition, pulling the gear shift into drive and stepping on the gas, zooming out of the parking lot.

With a freehand, Dave grabs your free hand pushing your body down. “Stay down!”

You continue to hear gunshots after gunshot, then the back windshield, shattering. You let out another yelp. You quickly turn around to look behind you, pieces of glass dangled from the broken back windshield.

But your eyes widened as you noticed both men standing in the middle of the road as they watched you and Dave flee away.

You quickly face forward, your eyes widen in fear.

“I told you to keep your head down!”

“Who was that?! Dave, what the hell is going on?!” you cried.

He doesn’t say anything and keeps driving. He weaves in and out of cars, making sharp turns and he flies down the streets. You place your hand on the middle console and the roof of the car as he frantically drives.

Dave pulls into a parking garage turning into the spiral ramp, making his way up to the fifth level.

The fifth level was empty, only a Black Dodge Charger parked. He parks his car a few feet away, turning off the engine.

He reaches over you, opening the glove compartment and grabs a key. He hands it to you.

“Go wait for me in the other car”

“Dave-” you were shaking.

“Just do what I say!” He opens his door, and learns how to pull the lever to pop the trunk open.

You flinch at his reaction, quickly get out of the car, pressing the fob to unlock the car. You go to the passenger of the car, get in, setting the keys on the dashboard.

You watched as Dave pulled out his gun, reloading it with a mag and cocking it. He places it back in his holster. He grabs a black duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and slams the trunk shut. He walks over to the charger, opening the back door and tossing the bag inside.

He gets inside the car grabbing the keys off the dash.

…

The two of you sat in silence as he drove to god knows where for a couple hours. Usually you would be irritated and take his ear off just to annoy him, but you didn’t know what to say. In fact you had nothing to say. You were scared. All you knew is that the situation you two were in is serious and then you should listen to what he tells you to do. There was no time for fun and games.

You had made it to a random house by nightfall. It was in the middle of a rural forest. It was like a fortress, with tall walls fencing in the house.

Dave drove up to the gate. He rolled down his window flipping open the code box, punching numbers in. The gates open allowing him to drive the car onto the property, parking in the garage, which he opened from a button in the car.

Once the car was parked, he pressed the button in the car again, closing the garage door. Dave steps out of the car, opening the back door to grab the duffle bag.

“Come on” he says before closing the doors.

You step out of the car, shutting the door and following him.

You and Dave enter the house. All the lights are off. Dave heads over to the security system that was placed on the wall when you first enter.

“What is this place?” you asked softly as he messed with the security.

“Safe house”

The lights turned on, you and Dave continue through the house into the living room.

He sets the duffel down on the sofa.

“Stay here, I’m gonna check out the house real quick”

You sat down on the couch anxiously as you waited for him to return. Your eyes kept darting around, wondering if someone was going to up out somewhere. The events of today replaying in your head like a broken record. Who were those men? What did they want from you?

“Hey” you broke out of your train of thought. You jump and look up at Dave.

“It’s just me” He reassures you as you ease down. “Everything's secure”

“We should sleep. It’s been… a day. Let's go upstairs” He picks up the bag and heads over to the stairs.

You follow him up to the second floor and he leads you to the master bedroom. The room was large. A king bed was in the middle of the room, a tv mounted on the wall and the bathroom off to the side.

“You can say here, I’ll be down the hall”

“I want to shower”

“Okay”

“...I don’t have any clothes though”

He opens up the duffle, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts.

“Here. It’s mine. Well, figure out the essentials in the morning.”

“Thanks...Is it okay if you wait here until I’m done?” You’d feel safer knowing he was just outside the bathroom door.

“Yeah” he moves over to sit on the bed.

You made your way into the bathroom. You look in the mirror noticing how exhausted you looked, your eyes puffy from crying. You noticed the bruises on your arms from one of the guys holding you tight and several small cuts from the glass shattered while running.

You stripped yourself from your clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the handle. You let the warm water slide off your skin. Standing under the shower head you slick your wet hair back. You cup your hands together letting the water collect in your hand before.

You stay in the shower for several more minutes. You changed into Dave's clothes. As you lifted the shirt over your body, you smelt the fabric. It smelled like his cologne. Dave would douse himself in his cologne and you would rag on him about wearing too much. The weeks he would be with you, your house would smell of him. You secretly loved the smell but you wouldn’t tell him that.

You slipped on the shorts and grabbed the towel scrunching your hair. You open the door to find Dave in the same spot. He stands up grabbing the duffel and makes his way over to the door. You walk over to the night stand turning a knob to turn the lamp on.

“I’ll be down the hall if you need me.”

“Okay...Goodnight”

“Night” He turned off the main light and shut the door

You placed your towel on a chair that was in the room and headed over to the bed. You pulled the covers back and went to sleep.

...

You were having trouble sleeping tossing and turning the whole night. Even though you knew the house was heavily secure and Dave was just down the hall, you felt unsafe.

You got out of your bed, and made your way down the hall towards Daves room. You stood outside of his door, debating if you should bother him or not.

You slowly open up his door. Dave was sleeping on his side, his back towards you, the covers draped over his body.

“Dave?” You whispered.

He stirs awake, turning over slightly too look over. Seeing you stand there, he sits up in bed, the blanket falling off his body, pooling at his waist. He was shirtless, which made you blush slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry to wake you” you start off by saying. You knew he was just as exhausted as you are.

“I was wondering…would it be okay if I sleep with you?- I mean to be with you, but like next to you? I really don’t wanna be alone- I could sleep on the floor or if you don’t want me here at all I under-“ you stuttered quickly at him

Dave says your name

“Y-yeah?”

“Just get in the bed” he says scooting over.

“Okay”

You close the door behind you, walking over to the bed. Dave lifts the blanket up, letting you side in.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he stares up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t sleep...after what happened...I don’t wanna be alone. I’m scared if I’m being honest”

He signs “I shouldn’t have left you in your apartment like that-”

“It’s not your fault Dave...You didn’t know that was going to happen” The conversation fell dead. He didn’t respond until a few moments later.

“I had a bad feeling about him, James. When I figured out you two were together, it didn't sit right with me. I wouldn’t care if it was anyone else but him...he’s...somethings off with him...Look I didn’t tell your dad to make your life miserable...just worried about your safety. Despite what you think, I do care for you...and not because it’s my job”

You didn’t know what to say...He cared for you in what way? Was he saying what you think he was saying?

He says your name

You didn’t say anything. You pretended that you had fallen asleep.

You heard him sigh. “Goodnight”

You felt the bed shift as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before shifting back over to his side.

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usafphantom2 · 3 years ago

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Convair B-36D

Side view of Convair B-36D-5-CF (S/N 49-2652) of the 7th Bomb Group (Heavy), Carswell Air Force Base, Texas. (U.S. Air Force photo)The B-36D was basically a B-36B modified by the addition of four J47 jet engines mounted in two outboard wing pods. The jet pod design was "borrowed" from the B-47 program with Boeing approval. The addition of jets increased the maximum speed of the B-36 to more than 400 mph.

In an effort to increase performance, the USAF initiated the Featherweight II program and later Featherweight III. Featherweight II eliminated non-essential interior equipment, and Featherweight III eliminated defensive armament except for the tail turret and most of the fire control avionics.

Twenty-two B-36Ds were built, and an additional 64 B-36Bs were modified to B-36D specifications (86 aircraft total). The first flight of the D model with J47 jet engines was July 11, 1949. The prototype B-36D initially flew with J35 jet engines on March 26, 1949; however, vibration problems required an external brace for the nacelle. During the modification, the J47 became available and these were installed in place of the J35s.

Type Number built/

converted Remarks

B-36D 22 First 10-engine model

B-36D 64 (cv) Converted B-36B

TECHNICAL NOTES:

Armament: 16 20mm cannons, plus 72,000 lbs of bombs (Featherweight III aircraft had two 20mm cannons)

Engines: Six Pratt & Whitney R-4360-41 radials of 3,500 hp each (takeoff power) and four General Electric J47-GE-19 turbojets of 5,200 lbs. thrust each

Maximum speed: 406 mph at 36,000 ft. (Featherweight III -D models could fly 418 mph)

Cruising speed: 225 mph

Range: 7,500 miles with 10,000 lbs. bomb load.; 8,800-mile ferry range

Service ceiling: 45,200 ft.

Span: 230 ft. 0 in.

Length: 162 ft. 1 in.

Height: 46 ft. 8 in.

Weight: 357,500 lbs. (maximum gross weight)

Crew: 13 for Featherweight III ; 15 otherwise

Serial numbers: 49-2647 to 49-2668

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bigfrozenfan-fanfics · 3 years ago

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This is a list of all published chapters of "The Broken Bridge" including word count, titles and direct links to the posts. To avoid any spoilers this overview is without titles for the yet unpublished chapters. This list will be edited with each new chapter.

Rating: M over all🔞 Total words actual: 429 K/429 K Number of chapters actual: 81/81 Publishing interval: The novel has ended.

Part One - “The Secret of the Northuldra” Chapter 01: Prologue, 2512 words Chapter 02: The plan, 2434 words Chapter 03: Elsa wakes up, 1880 words Chapter 04: Past and future, 2556 words Chapter 05: Elsa's excursion, 3160 words Chapter 06: Honeymaren's confession, 2511 words Chapter 07: Mattias and Halima, 3081 words Chapter 08: The secret, 3210 words Chapter 09: Sisters, 1882 words Chapter 10: Skalastet, 2029 words Chapter 11: Kolgrimr, 2373 words

Part Two - “The Prophecy” Chapter 12: The Escape, 3115 words Chapter 13: Kolgrimr’s Fury, 2431 words Chapter 14: Changes, 2391 words Chapter 15: Valley of the Living Rock, 2742 words Chapter 16: Grand Pabbie's vision, 2242 words Chapter 17: Honeymaren's fate, 2488 words Chapter 18: Yelana, 2155 words Chapter 19: Elsa, 3382 words Chapter 20: Gerda and Kai, 3616 words

Part Three - "Race against time" Chapter 21: Myrtha, 2706 words Chapter 22: Things in motion, 3107 words Chapter 23: Day of a queen, 3432 words Chapter 24: The orphanage, 3291 words Chapter 25: Echoes of the past, 2363 words Chapter 26: Night of fears, 2864 words Chapter 27: A bold plan, 2179 words Chapter 28: Beyond Dreams, 3118 words Chapter 29: Weekend breakfast, 2652 words Chapter 30: Seeking for the past - Part One, 2822 words Chapter 31: Seeking for the past - Part Two, 3954 words Chapter 32: A wholeheartedly surprise, 3719 words Chapter 33: Breathtaking deeds, 4361 words Chapter 34: Re-encounters and resolutions, 5579 words Chapter 35: The Hunt, 4217 words Chapter 36: Elin's Day, 3619 words Chapter 37: Hopes, fears and smooth talks, 4835 words Chapter 38: An exciting Sunday - part 1, 4002 words Chapter 39: An exciting Sunday - part 2, 4763 words Chapter 40: Strange rituals and a feast, 4144 words Chapter 41: An exciting Sunday - part 3, 4371 words

Part Four - "Queen’s Gambit” 🔞 Chapter 42: Spirit of optimism, 5476 words Chapter 43: Two journeys and a plan, 5395 words Chapter 44: Children of the mist, 5297 words Chapter 45: Revelations and Dreams, 4370 words Chapter 46: Kolgrimr’s Return, 7688 words🔞 Chapter 47: Bitter welcome, 5707 words Chapter 48: Stirring morning - Part 1, 6580 words🔞 Chapter 49: Stirring morning - Part 2, 6892 words Chapter 50: Honeymaren’s Resolution, 7623 words Chapter 51: Revealing the Prophecy, 5714 words Chapter 52: Honeymaren's Journey, 6714 words Chapter 53: Promising results, 6845 words Chapter 54: An unforgettable night, 8069 words🔞 Chapter 55: Mourns and Ashes, 8048 words🔞 Chapter 56: Ominous Wake up, 7187 words plus 571 words as image Chapter 57: The next right decision, 9443 words Chapter 58: Sum of fears, 7694 words Chapter 59: An audacious plan, 8336 words Chapter 60: Sailing home, 9157 words Chapter 61: Decisions, 6735 words plus 572 words as image Chapter 62: War preparations, 8376 words Chapter 63: Farewell, 8781 words Chapter 64: Setting boundaries, 9557 words Chapter 65: For Arendelle - Part I, 9764 words Chapter 66: For Arendelle - Part II - The battle at misty pass, 12533 words🔞 Chapter 67: For Arendelle - Part III, The ice phoenix, 10620 words🔞 Chapter 68: Stella’s deed of resistance - part I, 6882 words Chapter 69: Stella’s deed of resistance - part II, 8696 words Part Five - “Our lands and people” 🔞 Chapter 70: The realm must go on, 7128 words Chapter 71: Captives and a war crime, 6205 words Chapter 72: Halvard's final honour, 6974 words 🔞 Chapter 73: Surprises and a nomination, 6502 words Chapter 74: Yelana’s surprise and Anna’s special journey, 7451 words Chapter 75: Let it go, 6849 words 🔞 Chapter 76: Kristoff at the Royal Navy base, 7686 words Chapter 77: Mari's burden, 7138 words Chapter 78: Weselton, 7184 words Chapter 79: Corona, 8049 words Chapter 80: Yuletide, 9888 words Chapter 81: Things To Come, 8744 words, last chapter

Epilogue: 2357 words Acknowledgements

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moonbeambucky · 5 years ago

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Hey Neighbor (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2652 Warnings: none

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 3 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

The past few days have been exactly what you wanted a month ago, peacefully silent, yet somehow it doesn’t feel right. You were able to finish your paper in record time, fully concentrating on your work but part of you missed the incessant music from next door.

There was an odd comfort knowing Bucky was home playing, and with the knowledge of his musical talent you now wanted to hear what he would come up with. Getting to know him briefly was… well, it was something. It could have gone a lot better if you didn’t stick your foot in your mouth.

Bringing up the music related noise was one thing but how you ever managed to bring up the noise of his “nighttime activities” made you wish you could have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. You had done your best to avoid Bucky ever since, rushing out of or into your apartment as quickly as possible. You weren’t sure how you could ever face him again but you couldn’t deny that a small part wanted to.

Facing your shared wall you imagined where Bucky might be, picturing him on his couch, lounging across the cushions of the soft leather as he leisurely plucks away at the guitar strings, sounding out a melody. Or was he more focused, sitting upright and gliding his dexterous fingers across his keyboard? Was he at his computer editing his melodies? Was he thinking of you?

The silence was deafening. With your palm pressed against the wall you began to lean in with your ear, hoping you could hear anything. With a slight gasp you jumped back, there was noise but not any coming from next door. Your phone buzzed against the coffee table, with Steve’s face illuminating the screen.

“Hey Steve!”

“Guess who I saw going into Sweetgreen?” The strain in his voice clued you in to the right guess, Lillian. “Yup, and she wasn’t alone … yeah she’s still with Jason, for now,” he muttered under his breath, expecting her to cheat again.

“I’m sorry Steve. You know you deserve better than her, right? I know you know this.”

Steve sighed heavily. Even though he knew what you were saying was right, seeing his ex still hurt a lot.

“Thanks Y/N, I do know that, doesn’t mean I’m going to torture myself though and go in there so is it cool if I pick us up something else? I’m in the mood for carbs.”

Chuckling at Steve’s admission you couldn’t help but agree, salads were great and all but all this Bucky stress you’ve put on yourself definitely makes you crave heavier foods.

“Tacos?”

“Mmmm, yes tacos! Extra guac please Rogers!”

You set your table in preparation for Steve to come over with food, remembering to throw your wallet on the table to give him money. The last time he came over you had forgotten, being so caught up in reliving the terrible memory of your interaction with Bucky. Steve might have been right, if he handled talking to Bucky maybe you wouldn’t be so worried about running into him.

“Sam tells me you guys spoke,” Steve said, digging a tortilla chip into the container of guacamole.

You chewed quickly to swallow the bite you had taken. “Why do you always ask me a question mid-chew?” you joked. “But yes, we did speak and…” your voice lifted with anticipation as Steve’s eyes widened, waiting for you to continue. “He gave me the number for Elena Rodriguez. She’s head of the social work department and…”

“Oh my god Y/N please just tell me!” Steve begged.

“I set up an interview with her next week!”

Steve’s eyes crinkled with his excited smile though it faded shortly after as you nervously mused about fitting the internship into your schedule.

“One step at a time,” Steve offered with a small laugh.

He’s right. One step at a time. You didn’t even go on the interview yet, you might not even be hired for it; the thought of which worries you even more, but you remind yourself to breathe and take things as they come.

The elevator ascends slowly, filled with your eager coworkers looking to join the rush home. As it lets off on the ground floor, everyone dashes to the heavy glass doors as you leisurely stroll to the security desk.

Mr. Lee had a big smile on his face as he seemed to be in the middle of telling Steve a story. Slowly you approached the desk, seeing Steve smiling down at something in his hands.

“That’s what I said but Howard was ahead of his time. A comic book movie…” Mr. Lee chuckled. “It didn’t work in ’47 but it sure would be a hit now.”

“Oh, what’s this?” you asked.

Steve held up a sealed copy of a comic book, Kid Colt, which you were unfamiliar with.

Leaning over the desk towards you Mr. Lee spoke, “Tony found that for me in his father’s things. That’s how Howard and I met. He wanted to make a movie outta this. Stark Pictures. He never did though, the whole thing became a big tax write off.”

“I didn’t know you knew Howard Stark.”

“Oh yeah,” Mr. Lee boasted humbly, “Since I was seventeen. He was a good man. You know he was so proud to finally be a father. He worked a lot, probably more than he should have but he had Maria and the nannies bring little Tony over to the office. Tony Stank I’d call him. Oh boy, you could smell those diapers from a mile away it was so bad.”

Hearing Mr. Lee talk about the head of your company so freely like this made you laugh. It also made Tony Stark seem a bit more human. As far as you knew he was a workaholic who may or may not be seeing Pepper Potts. You’ve caught the way she looks at him though, with an extra twinkle in her eye or how she hesitates for the smallest moment to gather herself before going into his office.

“Tony Stank, that’s amazing,” you laughed, wondering if Pepper has ever heard this story before. “Well, have a good night Mr. Lee!”

Steve came around to the front of the desk standing tall, filling out his blue uniform with his broad stature. It was unfair how he could pig out on food with you and not show any sign of it. Meanwhile, your stomach has been rumbling all day from last night’s dinner.

“I’m on the late shift today,” he frowned.

“Poor Stevie,” you joked, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye. “Not that my night will be any better, I’ve got a shit ton of laundry to do.”

“Enjoy the sweaty laundromat then.”

“Oh I will,” you said sarcastically.

The steady hum of the running washing machines drowned out the sound of the newscast coming from a small TV mounted on the wall. It’s muggier inside than out, and even with the door open you can’t escape the permeating smell of cheap soap and mildew.

The wash cycle is nearly over so you move from the metal chair you had been uncomfortably sitting on, listening to music to pass the time, and lazily stroll over to the machine that is spinning your clothes. Quarters jingle in your pocket as you walk, ready to be placed in the dryer as you wait some more. You hate laundry day.

It’s crowded too, with all the chairs taken and other people leaning against the wall. A few kids were running around screaming, not helping their tired mother who looked too exhausted to even reprimand them as she folded all their clothes.

No one looked happy to be there, not even the attendants who had to apologize to the screaming man who didn’t understand why he couldn’t use one of their reserved machines. It was a cut throat world on laundry night, with other patrons fighting to stake claim for the next free machine.

A loud buzz lets you know your clothes are done, you wheel a basket over and open the door. The shadow of the clearly impatient person waiting for your machine blocks the dull light from the fluorescents above so you hope to grab everything quickly without dropping anything on the dirty linoleum floor.

“It’s all yours– oh.” Your mouth hung open, not expecting to see Bucky standing beside you. “H-hey.”

“Hey Y/N. Didn’t want to startle you,” he sheepishly said. “Uhmmm, is this free?” Bucky gestured to the obviously open machine.

You nodded quickly. Not knowing what else to say you stared awkwardly at the basket of damp clothes and said, “I’m gonna dry these.” Smooth.

Turning around you let out a deep breath and worried over what would happen next. It would be extremely rude to ignore Bucky and continue to listen to music. He hasn’t done anything wrong to you, not this week at least, but you were too scared to risk saying something stupid, again.

It would take at least a half hour for your clothes to dry so you put on a brave face and decided to walk back towards Bucky. Dressed in casual black shorts and a white t-shirt, his smooth, toned arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against a support column, squinting to read the poorly transcribed closed captioning on the TV.

“Hey neighbor,” you said, offering a small friendly wave as he turned his head.

Bucky smiled, standing upright as he turned to face you completely to greet you back. He looked genuinely happy to see you, which made you feel even worse for how you left things.

“I’m sorry if I made things weird the other day. I didn’t mean to,” you blurted out before your brain gave any thought to see if this was a good idea.

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, the gaze of his ocean blue eyes staring right through you. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a cavalier air.

“So how’s the music coming along?” You were truly curious, having not heard any sound.

“It’s not bothering you, right?” Bucky winked.

“No, not at all,” you smiled softly. “Are you still working on that one piece?”

Bucky asked which one and you hummed the tune. Closing your eyes you missed the way his own lit up in delight hearing you repeat his melody.

“I know I complained about the noise but honestly it was so beautiful,” your voice lightened and he felt the weight of emotion even through the simple way you described it. “Maybe that’s why I couldn’t focus.”

Bucky adjusted his weight, needing to ground himself after your words made him feel as light as air. His music meant so much to him, working tirelessly to bring to life the sound he envisioned in his mind, to know that the unfinished piece had such an effect already made his heart swell with pride.

He developed his music like a chef crafting a recipe. Each instrument was a different ingredient, carefully selected notes were gathered on the counter, waiting to come together in a symphonic skillet. The flavors of music combine, heating up together the piano is covered in the spice of an electric guitar, with the drumming rhythm simmering beneath the surface as the sound of strings are poured generously over the top.

In the end the dish is a delicious feast for the ears but here you were, happily devouring the unfinished ingredient in its raw form.

“Yeah…” his voice came out breathless. Catching himself Bucky cleared his throat. “It’s actually for an upcoming video game. I can’t say which, but it’s part of an emotional scene when the main character finds his family is gone.”

“I can sense the depth of it.”

“That’s not even the best part,” he explained as his face grew with a wide smile. Bucky became lost in describing the emotion of the violins that would come in. “They’re the voice of the character and when he’s lost everything I have them coming in, crying out in pain. It’s sharp and strong, and beautifully tragic.”

Listening to Bucky describe his music resonated in your soul. You saw the complete love and passion he had for it and once again you felt terrible about asking him to stop.

“I’d love to hear it, if that’s okay.”

You looked at him with hopeful eyes, and Bucky smiled, nodding before he spoke his answer. He couldn’t wait for you to hear everything together.

You passed the time by getting to know each other a little more. Bucky has a younger sibling named Rebecca who moved west to work as an avian veterinarian in a bird sanctuary.

“My parents are lost without them around,” Bucky joked. “Do you know how hard it is to try to explain how to use Skype to them over the phone?”

“Oh believe me, I know. Somehow my mom always calls at the worst time to have me explain the most basic function on her phone that she already knows because we’ve gone over it a million times but…” You threw your hands up as Bucky joined in with your laughter.

When your clothes were dry Bucky gave you some space to fold them alone which you appreciated, not wanting to showcase your intimate items in front of him. He was still a stranger, sort of, but you were glad you were getting to know him.

Checking the time you realized it was on the late side and you still needed to shower before bed. Your clothes were packed neatly into a laundry bag, well most of them were at least. One sock managed to get eaten by the dryer to your dismay, and you hoped its pair was somewhere on your floor having fallen out as you prepped the laundry.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you gripped the bottle of detergent with your other hand and walked towards Bucky.

“Hey,” you called out to Bucky who lifted his head from his phone. “I’ve got a few things to do tonight still so can I take a rain check on hearing your music?”

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky did his best to mask his disappointment but he understood. He noticed the slump of your shoulders, balancing the laundry bag high on one side and letting your other limb hang low with the weight of the heavy bottle.

“Do you want me to carry that back?” he asked.

“Oh, no it’s okay, I can manage.”

The apartment was only two blocks away, two long blocks but still, you didn’t want to inconvenience Bucky even though judging by the curve of his biceps it wouldn’t be a problem.

Bucky walked with you to the front of the laundromat as you smiled and said goodnight.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered, watching as you walked down the sidewalk until he could no longer see you in the crowd.

The words stayed on his lips like they were always meant to be there and Bucky has a brief flash of a life he’s never thought about.

A warm bed, made even warmer by the figure curled against him. His breath syncs with theirs and he’s at peace. His heart beats to the rhythm of love and his lips purse together to plant a soft lingering kiss on their forehead. A smile secures itself on his face because he’s truly happy; surrounded by the comforting feeling knowing that when he wakes up that person, his love, will be by his side.

The machine buzzes at the end of its cycle dragging Bucky back to a reality that has him gasping for breath. He steps outside for a minute for air, needing to clear his mind of the vision that seemed so real it scared him; for better or worse he can’t quite say.

PART 5

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byrachel · 4 years ago

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EMBRY CALL RED EYED WOMAN

word count: 2652

summary: (y/n) decides to walk home after work through the forest, but when she comes across a red eyed woman she wishes she would’ve waited on her dad to pick her up

warnings: angst, suffocation

From a young age (Y/N) was determined to go to college. She wanted to be in charge of her own destiny instead of taking over her family owned coffee shop like her parents wanted her to. When she told them about her plans they weren’t pleased in the slightest, but understood her choice of wanting more than to stay in their small town they grew up in. They decided to save up money, while (Y/N) worked in a store.

Every day after school she worked several hours and after her shift ended one of her parents would pick her up, because they weren’t comfortable with her going home alone at night. So every night at exactly 10 p.m. (Y/N) would be standing in the almost empty parking lot which could fit just about 20 cars. And on a particular Friday night she was waiting for her dad to pick her up.

(Y/N) was softly bouncing on her legs, trying to keep her them warm in her khaki work pants while her arms were folded over her chest with her hands tucked in her armpits. She sighed in annoyance. The days her dad was supposed to pick her up were her least favorite days, because he was never on time or forgot he was supposed to pick her up until she called him.

She turned around when she heard footsteps coming her way. Richard, her manager walked up to her. “Hey, do you need a ride?” He asked her, jingling his car keys in his hand.

“No.” She declined with a kind smile. “My dad’s almost here.”

She lied because she would rather walk home than get a ride from him. He never really did anything really inappropriate, but he just gave her the creeps. He was too touchy for her liking and being such a tiny space would make her even more uncomfortable.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I’ll just see you Monday then.”

“Yeah, see you Monday.” She greeted him as she watched him walk to his car. As soon as he turned around she dropped her smile and fished her phone out of her pocket.

10:17 p.m.

It wasn’t unusual for her dad to be this late, but in the cold she wasn’t as patient as she usually was. She dialed his number and held her phone to her ear. She expected it to ring, but it went straight to voicemail. She groaned softly.

“Maybe I should’ve taken that free ride.” She mumbled to herself watching Richard pulling out of the parking lot, following his car as he drove away. She decided to call her mom and put her phone to her ear again. It rang loudly, but after the five beeps she got send to voicemail again.

What could they be doing? She asked to herself. She tried calling them once again, but she got sent to their voicemails.

10:34 p.m

(Y/N) cursed to herself as she saw the time. It was getting colder and colder the later it got and she started to lose hope that her dad was going to pick up before midnight. In the half hour she waited for him she could’ve been home already. She didn’t like the thought of having to walk through the woods, but it felt like she didn’t have a choice.

Her parents probably wouldn’t be happy with her walking home, because in the last weeks there had been sightings of bears which were going around killing people on hikes. She walked to the side of the store which was right beside the woods. There weren’t any trails, because no one ever really walked around there.

The moonlight could barely get through the leafs of the trees, making it even harder to see for any potential dangers deeper into the woods. She inhaled deeply, trying to encourage herself, telling herself nothing would happen. It is a fifteen minute walk, what could go wrong?

She started walking without giving it a second thought, knowing she would probably rethink her decision. She manoeuvred through the tall trees, trying not to trip over any roots she could barely see. (Y/N) constantly looked around her, trying to be aware of her surroundings as her eyes adjusted to the dark. She was holding her hands out, preventing the plants from getting in her face and hair. As she walked deeper into the woods the sounds of the insects and other animals kept her senses alert and jumpy.

The thought of a wild animal lurking at her, perparing itself to attack, kill her and eat her alive was racing through her mind. Her chest was rapidly going up and down. Her lungs weren’t able to keep up with her legs, but she kept going until she needed to catch her breath.

She hunched over, her hands resting on her upper thighs as she inhaled deeply. There was a trail of sweat on her forehead, dripping to the ground. Her heartbeat was in her throat as her lungs slightly burned from the cold air making its way in.

The sound of a branch breaking made her jump. She turned to the left where the sound came from and stepped backwards. There was a figure in the distance and the silhouette was too human like for it to be anything else in (Y/N)’s eyes.

“Who’s there?” She called out in their direction, completely panicked.

A gust of wind blew her hair into her face and when her eyes fell to the figure again, it was gone. It was too fast and quiet for it to be human. (Y/N) sighed relieved as a weight was lifted from her shoulders. Her eyes were just playing tricks on her mind.

As she turned back to the direction she needed to go, her heart raised once again when she saw a woman standing just a few steps away from her. The moonlight shone on her pale face and reflected off her skin like diamonds, almost blinding (Y/N) as she looked in her direction. She would be amazed by her red curls if her blood red eyes weren’t so terrifyingly distracting. The woman just stared at her with a wide grin on her face.

(Y/N) wanted to run, because there was no way two complete strangers would be in the exact same place in the woods at this time of day. She was followed there and she feared she wasn’t alone. She wanted to ask what she wanted, but she simply couldn’t get herself to open her mouth and the fear locked her in her place. There were endless scenarios going through her mind, but every single ended the same.

With her dead.

When the situation finally sunk in, (Y/N) dared to make a move. She put a step backwards, but in a blink of eye the red eyed woman was standing in front of her. (Y/N) yelled hard enough for her voice to echo through the trees and with a loud thud she fell on her back. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears while she desperately tried to crawl away from the red head towering over her.

“Help! Please someone help!” (Y/N) screeched at the top of her lungs.

“You are truly all the same.” The woman chuckled. “This line is getting old. ‘Help’, ‘Please someone, anyone’. Don’t you have anything better?”

“Help!”

As (Y/N) tried to get to her knees, the red head kicked her against her side landing her on her back. She placed her foot on her chest, applying enough pressure to make it difficult to breathe, but not enough to break her ribs, yet. (Y/N)’s lungs were burning and it was getting harder and harder for her to inhale any oxygen.

“Please stop.” The helpless girl managed to choke out. Her hands were on the woman’s ankle trying to push her off, but she didn’t even budge one bit. She was abnormally strong. The only thing the struggling was doing was making it even harder to breathe to the point her breaths were becoming wheezy.

The woman just laughed while (Y/N) slowly started to lose consciousness. Her ears were ringing loudly and stars were taking over her sight. Fighting was pointless.

Her hands let go off the red eyed woman’s foot and fell to her side. (Y/N) knew she didn’t have long before she stopped breathing. She never imagined being murdered in her teenage years, there was so much she still wanted to do. She thought of her parents and her friends, how mortified they would be if they found out she was murdered. How her dad would blame himself for not picking her up on time, although she believed it was her fault. She should’ve waited. If she waited she would’ve been safe.

Before she could slip into unconsciousness the weight lifted from her chest, making her burst out in coughs as her lungs were making room for oxygen again. Her hands shot up to her neck as she hunched over, tears streaming down her face.

Just as fast as the woman got to (Y/N) she was gone again, like she was never there. Her absence was followed by the shaking ground underneath her and loud growling which passed her almost as fast as dangerous red head. She felt a strong wind pass her body like something huge ran just along side her.

In disbelief her eyes were stuck in the direction they went in, but she didn’t have time to collect her thoughts. She heard heavy breathing near by and her head shot into direction of the animalistic sound. She carefully sat up and saw a sandy brown wolf staring down at her. There was no time for her to react when her blood pressure dropped immediately at the sight of the huge animal and made her body drop right back to the ground. This time she really passed out.

When (Y/N) woke up she was in the hospital with a crying mother holding her right hand and her dad at the other side, repeatedly apologizing for not remembering to pick her up. Her parents told her she was brought to the hospital by a classmate she had never really interacted with, Embry Call. He told them he was jogging when he heard her calling for help and he found her unconscious in the middle of the woods. The only thing (Y/N) wondered about was why that the giant wolf had left her alone only for Embry to find her untouched by it.

The adrenaline of the attack made sure that (Y/N) couldn’t feel her broken ribs, until she woke up in the hospital but that was far better than feeling it break in the moment. She only spend one day in the hospital and in that day she was being interviewed by Chief Swan, because she was the only person so far to survive one of these mysterious attacks. She made sure to leave out some major details that would make sure that she would end up in a mental hospital.

In the upcoming weeks after the attack Embry Call came to her house a couple times at request of her parents to thank him for saving their daughter from the giant wolf. Surprisingly (Y/N) and him became close right away. Surprising to her he completely wasn’t like the rumors made him and his friends out to be.

He was a nice, funny and pretty caring guy. After she started working again he started walking her home so her parents wouldn’t have to get her everyday and she would feel safer to walk in the woods again. Exactly one month after the accident (Y/N) couldn’t help but think about the woman again and all her inhumanly features.

Embry knew there was something off about her when she gave one worded answers to anything she was saying, she seemed distracted.

When they reached her front door, he placed his hand on her shoulder stopping her from getting inside. “Are you okay? You’ve been really quiet today.”

She gave him a weak smile and nodded. “Just tired.”

Embry crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows. “You’re really gonna hit me with the most cliche line of every not okay doing person ever?”

She genuinely chuckled at his dorkiness, but soon after that her smile faded. Embry’s expression immediately changed as well as it seemed much more serious than he thought. He already had an idea that the attack had been bothering her, because he knew she hadn’t confessed about what she really saw that night.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He said.

“I know, but this will probably just sound stupid.” She sighed looking away from him.

“Try me.”

(Y/N) bit her lip. She wasn’t sure if it was smart to say anything, but she didn’t have anyone else to talk about it with. What was the worst that he could say? ‘That sounds ridiculous’, but they would just laugh it off after and not talk about it again.

“The night I got attacked, it wasn’t the wolf that attacked me.” She started off. She rubbed her neck. “There was a woman there, but she was just. . . almost not human like. She was unbelievable strong, fast. I blinked and it was like she put 5 steps without me noticing.”

Embry could feel a lump in his throat. He knew exactly who she was talking about and only the thought of that leech touching his imprint and him not being there in time made his blood boil. He was definitely blaming himself. Ever since he imprinted on her he was too afraid to make a move, because he wanted her to have a normal life and he knew that wasn’t possible if he was in her life. He regretted making that decision more than ever, because he wasn’t able to protect her like he was supposed.

“It’s stupid forget I said anything.” (Y/N) rattled as he was being too quiet for her liking. She hurried over to her front door, but Embry grabbed her hand stopping her once again.

“No.” He sternly said. “I believe you. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. How could he think it was his fault? “It isn’t your fault, Em. You safed me. Without you who knows what would’ve happened to me. If there’s someone to blame, it is me. I shouldn’t have been so impatient and just waited for my dad. Who walks home through the woods at night?”

Embry chuckled and nodded. “Yeah okay, that was pretty stupid.”

“Hey, only I get to say I’m stupid.” She joked and they laughed unison. When their laughs died down they smiled at each other for a moment.

“I should probably go inside before my parents go crazy again.” She told him as her gaze fell on their hands. She could feel her face getting flushed as she noticed how they had been holding hands and slowly pulled away after.

Embry couldn’t help but smile at her reddening. “You probably should, yes. Tell them I said ‘hi’.”

“I will. Goodnight, Embry.”

“Goodnight.”

(Y/N) watched him as he walked away, but something popped up in her head. “Em, wait!” She called out after him.

He turned around and saw her jogging up to him. He raised his eyebrows. “What is—”

Before he could finish his sentence she placed her hands on his shoulders and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I never thanked you for saving my life.”

He froze in his place not expecting that from her. She giggled at his reaction and walked to her front door, leaving him alone to comprehend what just happened.

After that kiss he would gladly safe her again.

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Talk to the Fist

Summary: Prisha, Renata and Clementine talk afterschool while heading home when Renata bumps into someone...

Word Count: 2652

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“Honestly, I deserve a hundred on that English test,” Prisha tsked angrily, her braid swaying slightly as she shook her head. Clementine glanced over at her older sister with a sympathetic smile but didn’t say anything. She knew that Prisha wasn’t done venting just yet.

“I don’t know what the teacher was thinking! Taking a point off for a missing comma. One comma!” Prisha groaned and clutched her books closer to her chest. “Aasim is going to hold this over my head for the next week.”

“Try two,” Clementine added with a playful smile. Her older siblings really could get competitive over grades. Well, not most of them - just Aasim and Prisha. They always seemed to want to be the smartest amongst the Everett bunch. Clementine sort of got where they were coming from since she would get competitive about sports and such but still.

“Well if he holds onto this to tease me for two weeks, I’m bringing up that ninety he got on that history test.” Prisha knew that would really twist her brother’s little goatee. Especially since it was a history test, their father’s speciality.

Clementine gave a small chuckle and was about to add something when a familiar voice appeared behind them.

“Cleeeeeeeemmmmyyyyyy! Priiiiiiiiiiiiish Priiiiiiiiiish!” Renata’s bubbly voice rang throughout the hallway causing her two sisters to glance back at her. The energetic ball of sunshine quickly closed the distance between them and skidded to a halt in between the pair. “Glad I caught ya! I thought maybe I missed the chance to walk home together. Was a bit busy.” Renata had a bit of a playful smile on her face. That was when Prisha and Clementine noticed that their middle sister’s lipstick was smudged slightly and there was a half-formed lipstick mark on her neck.

“Seems like you had a good day,” Clementine smiled over at Renata who hummed happily.

“I had a very good day! What about you two?”

“Well, I was unjustly given a ninety nine,” Prisha huffed, still angry. “I’ll look like a complete fool to Violet.”

“Nah, you’re like the smartest nerd ever!” Renata swung her arm around Prisha’s shoulder. “And you know what they say: smart is sexy. I know I’m right because I spot these bad boys!” Renata snagged two movie tickets from Prisha’s books which made a panicked squeak leave the eldest sister’s lips.

“Renata, give those back!” Prisha reached out but Renata moved the tickets out of her sister’s reach and looked closer at them.

“Oh ho ho! A romance movie!” Renata’s teasing smile made Prisha’s frown grow as she snatched back the tickets.

“Aww that’s really sweet, Prisha. I’m sure Vi will love going to the movies with you,” Clementine’s warm tone made Prisha’s frown dissipate, soon replaced by a soft smile. She began to fidget with her braid. “I hope so. I could only get a showing for this afternoon since all the other nights were sold out. I hope she says yes,” Prisha pulled the books closer to her chest; her heart felt like it was beating out of control. Renata and Clementine shared a smile then looked back at their older sister.

Renata spun around and began to walk backwards while energetically swinging her arms back and forth with her footsteps. “Well, then I guess you’ll miss out on the eating contest tonight. Clem, Mitch and I are going to demolish some hot wings. But they better be prepared - I’m the ultimate spicy champion! In both senses of the word,” Renata gave a confident , playful smile.

Prisha shook her head and rolled her eyes. “What about Marlon? He won’t be joining this legendary hot wing contest?”

The eldest sister’s question made Renata wipe away a mock tear. “Sadly our dear brother has a date with Sophie. Taking her to the arcade - but at least Rosie is staying with us this evening!” Renata was about to continue speaking when she accidentally bumped into a fellow student. “Oh, oops, sorry there friend-o!” Renata smiled over at Becca.

The black haired girl looked over at Renata with disdain, a deep frown forming on her face. The sight made Prisha and Clementine on edge; instinctively Clementine moved closer to Renata. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going idiot!” Becca hissed at Renata whose eyes flickered with hurt - her smile faded for a second but soon returned.

“Sorry, I’ll make sure to pay better attention next time.”

“You better. I swear you get more annoying every day! Always talking, going around and being such a fucking weirdo.”

“Hey!” Clementine yelled and glared at Becca, her anger rising at the words just used to insult her older sister.

Becca sneered. “There’s no need to pretend to give a shit about her. She’s just a foster freak reject, but then again I guess all-” Her words were cut short as Prisha’s fist collided with her face. The teen was sent flying back, skidding across the floor. Renata and Clementine looked at their older sister in shock. Prisha gritted her teeth, throwing her books down and walking forward. With a strong swing she punched Becca again.

“How dare you insult my sister! Renata isn’t some weirdo and she sure as hell isn’t a reject!” Prisha spat angrily. “Don’t ever talk shit about Renata or any of my siblings ever again!” Prisha’s fist came crashing down to meet Becca’s face but was suddenly stopped before reaching its target. She looked up and felt her gut tighten when she saw one of the teacher’s faces. Prisha tried to speak up but Becca interrupted her.

“She attacked me outta nowhere!” Becca used her shirt to soak up some of the blood that was dripping from her nose.

“No! Prisha was just trying to help me!” Renata objected, trying to move forward. But two more teachers had already joined the conversation and within seconds Prisha was getting dragged away, followed by Becca.

“Tell Violet that I can't meet up with her today but don’t tell her why!” Prisha called out in a panic. “Don’t tell Mother and Father that I’m getting detention either!” Those were the last words they heard from their eldest sister before she disappeared around the corner. Clementine and Renata shared a look before Clementine reached out and gave her older sister a hug. “You doing okay?”

Renata gave a bright smile to her younger sister’s question. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Y’know, none of those words were true that Becca said, right? She was just being an asshole.”

“I know,” Renata picked up Prisha’s books then grabbed Clementine’s hand and pulled her forward. “Now, come on, we better let Violet know Prisha won’t make it. Also, would you like to make the call to Mom and Pops or should I?”

Clementine blinked in confusion for a moment. Was Renata really going against the two requests that Prisha asked of them? Then again it would be better to just be honest about this whole thing. Lies and secrets got messy so quickly. With that thought in mind, Clementine walked out with her sister to try and find Violet. It took them a few minutes but soon they spotted the blonde hunched over a picnic bench with her brother Louis. Louis’ face immediately brightened when he saw Clementine and with a hop and a skip he moved to greet her.

“My darling Clementine,” Louis moved forward and took Clementine’s hand, giving it a gentle kiss. Clementine felt her cheeks grow warm at the romantic gesture and she soon saw that Louis was just as overwhelmed by it.

“Whoa! That's quite the move, Cassanova,” Renata’s voice drew the couple’s attention away from each other and towards her.

“What are you two doing here?” Violet walked forward and pulled down the sleeves of her hoodie to cover her hands.

“Hey, Vi,” Clementine smiled over at her friend while holding Louis’ hand. “We’re here for a bit of bad news. Prisha can’t meet up with you today. She really wishes she could though,” Clementine’s words made Violet frown and she looked down at the ground.

“Oh,” Violet kicked a pebble, her eyes looking disappointed at the news. “Did she say why?”

“Well-”

“She got detention for sticking up for me!” Renata blurted out, making Violet and Louis’ eyes grow large in surprise.

“Becca was being an asshole to Renata and Prisha shut her up. Oh! That reminds me, I need to call my mom and dad,” Clementine slipped her hand out of Louis’ and started to dial up the number. “Hey, Mom.”

Renata, Violet and Louis watched her for a minute when suddenly they heard another voice appear.

“Ren!” Minnie sprinted forward and wrapped Renata up in a hug. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Min,” Renata nuzzled her face against her girlfriend’s. “My sisters looked out for me. Speaking of, I should check with Clem to see how it's going.” Renata gave Minnie a quick kiss on the cheek then went over to her sister who was still on the phone.

“Mom, it’s fine, Renata didn’t get hurt and neither did Prisha,”

“That’s good, but you're telling me that Prisha got detention for standing up for her sister?” Carley’s voice sounded annoyed at the situation.

“Well, she did break Becca’s nose…” Clementine whispered into the phone.

“I’m not saying Prisha was completely in the right. I just can’t believe they’d allow bullying of that kind at Ericson. But when punches are thrown then it's serious,” Carley huffed and rummaged around for her car keys. “Listen, I’m going to call your father so he can pick up you guys and I’ll talk with the principal about what happened with Prisha.”

“Okay, drive safe. Love you.”

“I love you too!” Renata jumped in.

“I love both of you too. I’ll see you at home.” Carley hung up the phone then dialed her husband’s number to explain the whole situation.

Renata and Clementine shared a look then moved back over to the picnic table to wait for the rest of their siblings. Renata sat beside Minnie who kept giving words of affirmation to make sure she knew that the words Becca said were bullshit while Clementine, Violet and Louis debated whether to start up a card game while they waited. Louis’ thumb gently brushed the top of Clementine’s hand as he talked about the joy of card games to his sister who looked like she had heard this spiel a thousand times. Knowing Louis, Violet probably had. After about ten minutes, Marlon, Mitch and Aasim showed up looking confused as to where Prisha was. Clementine and Renata soon filled them in on the situation.

“Really? Becca said that shit!” Marlon frowned and crossed his arms. “Can’t believe she just outright said that!” “Good for Prisha! I hope she got a shit ton of punches in.” Mitch added and hopped up onto the picnic table.

“While I don’t usually condone that sort of violence, Becca has been rather rude since well… ever,” Aasim shook his head then moved forward and put a hand on Renata’s shoulder. “You’re okay though, right?”

Renata nodded. “Yep! I’m fine.” The siblings all shared a look but didn’t push the subject. Instead they all sat down to play a card game with Louis, Violet and Minnie when suddenly Lee’s car pulled into the school parking lot. Lee made his way over, walking briskly to his kids.

“Hey, Mr. Everett,” Louis gave a friendly wave. Lee gave a smile then turned to his kids.

“I heard what happened. Are you alright, Poppy?” Lee looked over towards his middle daughter. Renata gave a big, bright smile. “Yep, I’m okay!”

“Alright, well I think the best we can do is get you all home and we’ll let your mom sort this thing out with Prisha.” Lee guided his kids to the car after letting them say goodbye to the others.

The car ride home was its usual chaos. Lee turned on the music and Renata and Marlon belted out songs while Clementine joined in here and there. Every so often, Mitch or Aasim would hop in too after their dad nodded back to them to join in after singing his part. It seemed like everything was back to normal; that feeling continued on with how things went back home.

Everyone went off to their own thing except Clementine who offered to chill with Renata while she waited for Prisha and their mom to get home. Clementine hummed softly as she dusted off some of her animal skulls and Renata worked to make a beaded bracelet as a thank you gift to Prisha when she came back home.

It was another hour before Carley and Prisha returned home. The pair stopped outside the door and Renata and Clementine could see their mom giving Prisha some stern words that soon changed to reassuring ones before wrapping her into a hug and placing a kiss on her forehead. After a minute they both entered the house and Carley went to talk with Lee while Prisha headed over to the couch where her sisters were waiting. Renata and Clementine shifted over to make room for their sister who curled up while the other two threw a blanket over her.

“You told Mother and Father which means you probably told Violet too,” Prisha mumbled.

“Sorry, we just thought it was the right thing to do,” Clementine gave an apologetic look over to her older sister. Prisha sniffled in response.

“It was. It was embarrassing though, getting a detention and all. Luckily Mom convinced the principal to just leave it at that if I promised to never punch someone again. So I have two more detentions and then I’m done.” Prisha hugged her knees close to herself.

“Well, that's good,” Clementine reassured. She leaned over, wrapping one of her arms around Prisha and pulling her into a hug.

“Yeah, and I really appreciate what you did! Standing up for me and telling Becca off. You’re like the coolest big sister!” Renata tackled Prisha with a hug and held on tight. “You’re my hero.”

Those words touched Prisha’s heart and she gave a soft smile.”You didn’t deserve those words and Becca had it coming.”

“Oh, I made you this,” Renata tried to not let go of the hug and used her foot instead to grab the bracelet. With some awkward maneuvering she successfully plopped the gift in Prisha’s lap. Prisha looked down at the beaded bracelet where the word “Badass” stood surrounded by colorful beads of teal and purple.

“Thank you, Renata. That's very kind,” Prisha smiled warmly at her younger sister then put on the bracelet.

“We could watch one of your favorite movies. To make everything better,”

Clementine’s suggestion made Prisha’s eyes sparkle and she gave an excited nod. “Which one to choose,” Prisha tapped her chin with her finger. “Oh! Let’s watch Lagaan !”

“That's like five hours,” Renata placed her chin on her older sister’s shoulder. “Let's do it!”

“I’m gonna go pee first then,“ Clementine scampered off to use the bathroom and let Renata and Prisha work together to set up the movie.

“Hey there, Zinnia,” Lee leaned against the living room wall and smiled over at Prisha. “Want me to make some popcorn for you three?”

“Yes!!!’ Renata jumped up and down with excitement.

“Well, there's your answer,” Prisha chuckled.

Lee gave a smile. “Alright then,” He moved out of the living room and disappeared into the kitchen. After a few minutes the popcorn was made, the movie was set and all three sisters were cuddling under the blankets. Prisha bounced happily and began to sing along with the first song. Renata and Clementine shared a smile then snuggled up close to their sister who tried to get them to sing along. Soon the living room was filled with their voices as they sang together and enjoyed the moment.

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