#oh god my pulse jumped like crazy when I saw they pulled into the lead this screenshot is so dated by now

[hazeism]

You're an absolute real one o7 I got my entire groupchat who know absolute jack abt the Yogscast to go and vote out there. My only request is even more Parvill, should you get the time. Godspeed and good luck to us Parvillers.

I am going to commit so much voter fraud that it will count as a war crime when I get home from work. Mark my worms.

I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND I AM ALSO HYPING UP MY GROUP CHAT ABOUT THIS. HAHAHA. I always have time for more Parvills comrade.

me counting your worms very gently so as to not disturb any of them and also so the poll doesn't get reset because we all keep joking about voter fraud 😭😭😭😭!!!! thank you for fighting alongside me : )

: ) Protective instinct (+ grandstanding a little bit!)

poll ongoing :))) vote vote vote!

[apocalypticgargoyle]

the “we’re fake dating to make someone jealous but actually end up together trope” reminds me of drrreeeaaaammmm😇😇😇

-🧚🏻‍♀️

YES YES 🧚 ANON I LOVE UR IDEAS YES.

I also included these: WELCOME 🦀 ANON and as always, 🍭 anon I'm in love w u.

[𝐁𝐎𝐘]𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: dream x reader (dre™ my beloved)

warnings: vulgar language, mentions of sex, basically that one scene from Easy A, me lowkey trying so hard not to get carried away

You took a sip of your drink; your mind racing with Clay’s words as you debated his plea. You hated the idea of pitting yourself against someone else for an envy factor and meddling in the love lives of your friends, but you knew you’d do anything for Clay. He could mention needing to kill a president and without a word, you’d be by his side. It had always been that way, so why were you so shaken by his request. Then again, you had brought it upon yourself.

“See that girl over there?” Clay asked, barely nodding toward the kitchen as he slumped down to your height so you could hear him over the pulsing music. The smell of the cologne your cousin bought him one Christmas in the hopes that he’d ask her to marry him wafted towards you. You had noticed how he had attempted to clean himself up when the two of you met at the bus stop before traveling to this shindig, but you had brushed it off, knowing it was probably for some girl’s attention.

You peered over his shoulder, seeing the kitchen packed with females. You shrugged slightly. “Yeah, which one?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes. “As if it’s not obvious,” he mumbled sarcastically after realizing what you were talking about. His hand moved to hold your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he angled your head towards one of the various women.

She looked up at the right moment, making eye contact with you and you pulled out of Clay’s grip, already knowing how idiotic the two of you looked staring at her as he blatantly was pointing her out to you. “Oh my god, she saw,” you whispered quickly and he drew in a sharp breath, the two of you freezing as if something were going to happen.

When she didn’t approach the pair of you, you went on like it hadn’t happened, Clay beginning to tell you about why he mentioned her. “We hooked up after calculus a few times,” he smugly boasted.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Why are you still in calculus? Aren’t you a jun-”

“That’s beside the point,” he added, crossing his arms. “She hasn’t texted me back lately.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, peering back over in her direction. It always shook Clay up when a girl didn’t vie for his attention. He was attractive and popular on campus, but there were always a few that would slip through his fingers. And it drove him absolutely crazy.

You wet your lips, exhaling as you thought. “Maybe it’s because you’re too available?” You spoke, thinking out loud and more to yourself than him. He tilted his head as if urging you to continue. You took a sip of your drink, also wondering what you’d meant. “Just start fooling around with another girl and she’ll come running,” you offered.

He nodded along as you spoke, leaning a hand against the wall behind you. “Wanna fool around with me?” He jested, making you snort.

“Oh come on now,” you broke, dropping your head back against the wall, nearly missing his thumb.

He sent you a cheeky expression. “No, you come on now. You suggested it!”

You lightly punched his chest as if to get him to hear you instead of just listen to you. “I didn’t mean me, idiot! Don’t you have like fifteen other people in your phone?”

His shoulders slumped. “Please! I’ve seen you charm the pants off Karl and Sapnap at the same time,” he begged. He straightened up as if he was about to reluctantly agree to something. “I’ll paint your kitchen like you’ve been asking,” he mumbled.

And that’s how you found yourself leaning against Clay’s side as the two of you talked to a group of his friends. His arm curled around your waist, fingers gliding beneath the hem of your shirt to settle against the skin of your hip. You willed yourself to think of something other than his fingers pressed against you, fighting every urge to blush at the contact.

The song switched to a stereotypical dance song and people began to move. You downed the rest of your drink to psych yourself up before eyeing the girl momentarily and standing on your toes to reach Clay’s ear. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder as you told him to dance with you, knowing she was watching the two of you with searing eyes.

You knew he was fighting to see her expression, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled him towards the mass of people by his belt loop. “This is going to be super cringey before the both of us, just pretend you like it,” you bit as you pressed your back to him.

His hands dropped to your waist, moving with you to the beat. “Maybe I will enjoy myself. Don’t be so bossy,” he chided, voice raspy and warm in your ear from talking over the music for most of the night. He was a loud guy, but he always seemed to lose his voice after a party.

You turned in his arms, his body close to yours. “Don’t get too excited,” you jested, pressing a hand to his abdomen as you kept up with him, letting him drop his head beside yours.

“Oh, bet. I’ll get so drunk and mistake you for someone else,” he mocked, his voice a welcome break as it penetrated through the heavy bass of the song.

You scoffed. “Like who? Your cousin?” You teased, making him bite back a laugh as he bit his lip. You felt a laser gaze digging into your back as his hands moved you pull your waist against him. Your hand moved to pull his face to the crook of your neck. You could see her at the new angle; glaring at you over her cup. You felt guilt twist in the pit of your stomach. You’d been at it for a few hours and you were ready to amp it up before she left without him.

“Dream, take me upstairs,” you mumbled into his ear. He pulled away from you, brows threatening to furrow at your words. “Trust me,” you gritted, slipping your hand into his and making it apparent you were looking for a room with him in tow. He was quiet as you lead the way. From where you were walking, you saw her move to inch towards the steps as if she was investigating what you were doing with him. You knew it was in bad taste to set anyone up for jealousy but Clay was your friend, and you really needed your kitchen painted.

You found an empty room, tugging him inside and locking the door. He looked at you with a red tinge to his cheeks. You weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment as if he’d been thinking about what the two of you would be doing in the room, or if it was just from the alcohol. “What now?” He asked.

You chuckled, grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me,” you stated, the words feeling weird with him on the receiving end. His eyes went wide and he awkwardly moved his hands as if he were going to touch you. You rolled your eyes, swatting away his hands before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to stand on the bed with you after you kicked off your shoes.

You started jumping on the bed, but he just looked at you with a confused expression, making you gesture for him to copy you. He was always like that; you telling him to do something and without actually questioning, he’d go along with you.

You could hear talking outside the door and something clicked in your head. “Oh, that feels so good, Clay. Don’t stop,” you falsely moaned, glaring at him as he struggled not to laugh, the two of you jumping almost in sync as the mattress squeaked beneath your weight.

You motioned for him to add and he looked up to the ceiling, attempting to recover from everything that was happening. “You like that? Slut,” he matched your tone, making you roll your eyes and cover your mouth to hide your laugh at the degradation.

You moaned again, and he giggled quietly, moaning with you. The two of you had begun to loosen up, even timing your jumps so you could double jump and throw Clay off balance. If someone had told you a week prior that you’d be jumping on a nameless person’s bed with your best friend, pretending he was nailing you into tomorrow, you would have laughed. But it probably wouldn’t have surprised you.

The two of you slowed down, winded from the unnecessary exercise. You shrugged slightly, mimicking what you would sound like during an orgasm. It came out weak and Clay looked at you like you’d stabbed him in the chest. He mouthed, “Come on.” You rolled your eyes, wondering how you had found yourself in that position before moaning again, this time a bit too accurately.

You covered your mouth and Clay’s ears turned red as he laughed slightly. You’d been roommates with a friend of his in the past and it nearly dawned on you that he might have heard the sound from you before. You brushed the thought from your mind before it could completely sink in as you got off the bed. He plopped down on the edge of the mattress, catching his breath as you straightened your clothing, tugging your shoes back on. There was something hanging in the air between the two of you now, but you had quickly decided that you’d rather not address it.

After that night, you weren’t really sure how it had gone between Clay and the girl. You wanted to ask him about it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to after you noticed the two leaving together. You had done your job, maybe a bit too well.

In fact, the two of you had been avoiding each other since then. It wasn’t until a week later that you were finally in the same room with him at a birthday party for a mutual friend of yours. The two of you glanced at each other awkwardly before you stood beside him, nudging his arm with your own.

“So, how’d it go with that one girl?” You asked, glancing up at him, your eyes then settling on the group spread around the room talking amongst themselves.

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah I ended up just driving her home,” he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I just… I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I don’t know…”

You nodded at his statement, deciding that it was ridiculous for you to feel so weird around him for nothing. You knew it was all in your head and he wouldn’t be walking around on eggshells if you weren’t making him. This was Clay, after all. “All that work and for what?” You joked.

He sent you a smile, his shoulders relaxing. “I mean, come on. You had to have enjoyed that-”

You cut him off. “Oh yeah, grinding on you was literally the greatest time of my life,” you quipped sarcastically.

He grinned smugly. “I mean, it was the greatest time of my life to hear you moaning my name.”

You scoffed. “Hope you recorded it,” you mumbled, making him nod in agreement. You rolled your eyes playfully as everyone moved to gather around each other. Seats quickly filled up and Clay sent you a sly grin, patting his lap.

Just to prove a point, you took his offer, making him tense up as if he wasn’t expecting you to. He sat up a bit straighter to even the two of you out, making you shift on his lap. You moved again, setting your drink on one of the nearby tables and he groaned. You froze, hoping no one had noticed his hand press into your hip.

His lips were beside your ear; breath warm and inviting. “Stop moving,” he bit, voice barely above a whisper.

Your mouth curled into a smirk. “Why? Can’t control yourself?” You jeered, making his grip tighten on you.

“Don’t tease,” he nipped, making you smile wider. You moved again, this time pulling your knee to your chest and leaning back against him. With the new movement, you could feel him harden beneath you, and for some reason, you were into it. Your escapades in the bedroom had given you a series of oddly sexual dreams about Clay. Maybe this was your chance to relieve what tension had been built between the two of you.

His other arm moved to wrap around your knee, cementing you in place. “Cut it out,” he hissed, making your eyes settle on his. You could tell by the lust-blown look in his eyes that he was already thinking about you too.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You quizzed, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes danced back and forth between yours, searching your face for a hint of joking.

You could feel his heart skip a beat. “Really?” He asked, waiting for you to redact your words. You nodded. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as your mom and the pool boy,” you joked, instantly lightening the mood as he rolled his eyes, leaning forward and digging his face into the crook of your neck and making you laugh. You got off his lap, moving towards the birthday boy and saying your goodbyes with the claim that you had an upset stomach so Clay was driving you home.

When the two of you finally got out of the apartment building, Clay turned to you. He spoke with a clear tone now, “This is real,” his words coming out as a question in and of itself. “You’re not fucking with me?”

You sighed, shaking your head before grabbing onto his jacket and pressing your lips against his, your body flush against him as his hands hesitantly wrapped around you. Your kiss quickly became hungry and passionate. You’d never kissed him before; usually opting to live vicariously through your friends. As your hands carded into his hair, his fingers fisted in your clothing, almost as if you would float away from him.

Clay broke away almost breathlessly, his lips moving to press against your neck. “I want you,” he groaned, making you moan in response. As he pulled you towards his car, you knew the two of you would finally be relieving some long-time festering tension.

[wicked-mind]

Soulmates: Part Four

Summary: Soulmates are connected on a deeper level emotionally and physically. They can feel what the other needs and wants. As hints, the universe grants tattoos on your skin to help you find your soulmate when you’re about to meet them. When Bucky’s soulmate tattoo appears out of the blue, he knows that she is about to come into his life, but the way she does is not what he was expecting.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Drinking, a bit of violence, traumatic family story of Y/N involving murder and awfulness, a bit of sexual tension.

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*gifs not mine

Previously

Bucky kept his palms on the counter on either side of her legs, a crooked grin appearing on his features once they were alone. Being this close to her felt right, making his heart jump slightly. Everything about her in his eyes was perfect, even the infuriating bits where she pushed away their bond. It just made it more of a cat and mouse game for Bucky and he was determined to win. He didn’t need to respond to her words, he quickly placed his hands on her hips and swooped her up from the counter, leading her legs to wrap around his waist, “I think there’s more whiskey in my room.” He breathed into her neck while carrying her down the hall towards his room. The way her skin felt on his caused fire to corse through his body and he knew he was making Y/N feel the same way. He could feel everything she was feeling, all the desire and dare he say love?

Bucky steadied Y/N as she ripped off her jeans once they made it back to his room. He helped her slip on one of his t-shirts before pulling her into his bed. He didn’t want their first time to be when she was piss-drunk, even if she was teasingly kissing his shoulder non-stop once he removed his shirt. Bucky pulled her back against his chest, nuzzling his face into her soft hair. He could feel her breathing slow, slipping back into sleep. This was something Bucky never thought he would have, and even if the way she was around him wasn’t what he expected of a soulmate, he loved all the parts that made her Y/N. Even the ones that resisted him.

Chapter Four - Gemini

When rays of sunshine broke through Bucky’s window, Y/N blinked awake when the rays touched her face. He didn’t shut his curtains and she despised the brightness of the rising sun even if it made her warm. She pulled herself out of Bucky’s grip, standing and leaving his room quietly. She rubs the side of her head as she crosses the hall and returns to her own room, locking the door behind her. Y/N let out a deep breath of relief at the darkness of her room, the curtains blocking any light that would enter. It made her comfortable being in the dark, something that had developed from being a night owl in the line of business she was in. Being in the light felt too exposed, too comfortable and that wasn’t something that Y/N ever gave into to. She liked to stay hidden, on her toes at all times. Y/N collapsed onto her bed, welcoming the sleep that took over her body once again. She was tired and still a little drunk from all the whiskey she had drank and needed to sleep it off for a while.

Bucky had felt her leave him, but let her go even though his instincts told him to follow her, stay close to her. He knew she was the type that needed space. He could feel everything about her soul. She was wild, a free spirit that despised being trapped in one place. Bucky pulled himself out of bed once he heard her door close on the other side of the hallway, a smile set on his lips as he saw the imprint of her head on the pillow. Bucky went about his usual routine, going to train, showering, eating some lunch. He didn’t disturb Y/N, knowing she was still sleeping off all the whiskey she had consumed. Eventually Natasha came out of her room and floated into the living room to find Bucky sprawled out on the couch reading a book. He watched her rub her head as if she had a small hangover and chuckled, “Long night?”

Natasha’s eyes flicked to Bucky as he spoke, “I forgot how much she could drink.” She muttered out, taking drink from the water bottle in her hands, “I was just about to go check the decryption of the card if you want to come.” She said before disappearing up some stairs. Bucky was immediately following, curious of who had brought his soulmate into his life but also who was looking for information on him. Natasha scrolled through the tablet once she made it through the briefing room, scrolling through the information from the gold card Y/N had given them, bringing it up on the big screen. The letters kept switching until a name appeared on the screen, “Oh my god.” Natasha said suddenly as she stared at the screen.

“What?” Bucky asks, not recognizing the name on the screen. He looked at Natasha who was staring at the name, shaking her head and pursing her lips together, “Nat, who is it?”

Natasha slowly tore her eyes away from the screen to look at Bucky, “We can’t let Y/N know who it is.” She said in a steady tone, “She will snap and go on a crazy murder mission. We can’t let her know.”

“Not let me know what?” Y/N said, suddenly waltzing into the briefing room, a small smile across her lips. She had found them from knowing where Bucky was through their soulmate bond. She looked freshly showered and in clean black pants with a white tank top, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this like a secret super squad meeting?” Her eyes flicker between the two before resting on the name on the screen. Her features suddenly went emotionless at the name and she froze like she was stone.

Bucky observed Y/N. Even though her face remained like stone, what she was feeling was a different story and he could feel every ounce of the sudden pain, grief, and rage that was evolving inside of her due to the name on the screen, “Y/N.” He said gently as he walked towards her, wanting to comfort her and provide her safety, “Who is it?”

Y/N looked at Bucky slowly, tearing her eyes away from the screen. She still looked like stone, even though she knew he could feel everything she was at this moment, “I gotta go.” She told him before turning on her heels and quickly leaving the room.

Bucky turned to Natasha after Y/N left the room promptly, “Natasha, who is Gemini?” He asks again in a serious tone, walking towards her. He needed the information, needing to know what caused Y/N to feel the way she did.

Natasha swallowed hard, meeting Bucky’s gaze, “It’s the name Y/N’s twin brother uses for himself. She’s never told me his real name.” She told him, “I can’t tell you anymore, Barnes. I promised her I wouldn’t. But he is very dangerous psychopath. Just give her some time.”

Y/N immediately left the facility, walking out the door as she processed the information in her mind. Her own twin brother had hired her… And she had been looking for him ever since she left the Red Room Academy, trying to hunt him down for what he put her through. She went to the only safe place she knew, Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children. She practically slammed the door shut behind her, causing Weasel to hurry and grab a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and place it in her usual spot. Y/N took a seat and stared at the whiskey, her face twisting into one of anger.

“Where’s your super friends?” Weasel asks from across the bar to Y/N in a softer tone. Nobody in the bar needed to know Y/N was hanging our the good guys- that could cause some problems.

Y/N’s eyes snapped to Weasel in a glare, making him hold up his hands defensively. Her nose twitched slightly in anger, but didn’t answer his question, “Give me my key. Now!” She hissed out at him, taking the key that Weasel promptly handed to her. Y/N grabbed the bottle of whiskey and stomped up the stairs behind the bar, returning to the safe place of her room that no longer had any of her belongings. She slammed the door shut behind her, quickly locking it as well. She slipped down against the door, staring ahead into nothingness as she thought what her next moves would be to deal with her brother.

Even though Y/N had left the facility, Bucky could still feel everything she was feeling. He could feel the anger grow which made him want to be close to her to comfort her. When Y/N didn’t come back for hours, he decided he needed to track her down and he knew right where she would be. Whatever she was doing was about to be reckless and he needed to protect her. It was dark by the time he made it to Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children, and the sight he saw when he walked in wasn’t what he was expecting.

Y/N had came out of her room as darkness fell, bringing the bottle of whiskey with her. She felt herself in Bucky’s eye line, but didn’t look up to meet his gaze. She was a little busy picking fights in the bar. She was on the back of some guy twice the size of her who pried her off and slammed her onto the middle of the pool table. Y/N grabbed one of the pool cues and swung it to hit the man in the face, causing him to stumble back. She jumped off the pool table and took another swing at the man, hard enough to cause the cue to break in half and the man to fall over. Within seconds, Y/N was on top of him landing punch after punch to his face. Weasel came out from behind the bar and pried Y/N off the man before checking for a pulse, “Still alive… Not for lack of trying. No winner.” He said giving Y/N a look.

Y/N shrugged simply, “What? I wanted to win the dead pool.” She hissed out at Weasel before looking up to glance at Bucky who was leaning against the bar watching the whole ordeal with the bottle of her whiskey in his hand. She walks over and snatched the alcohol from his grasp, “What’re you doing here?” She asks him.

Bucky watched her, a small smile curving onto his lips as she spoke to him. He couldn’t help it, even when she was obviously angry it made him smile mischievously, “Figured I’d come check on you. What’s the dead pool?” He asks curiously, looking over to a chalk board that had names and odds next to it, frowning a little when he saw how many people bet against Y/N. He noted the small splatters of blood on her white tank top from the fight, causing his eyebrows to raise a little.

Y/N took a small sip from the bottle of whiskey, “It’s like a game. People make bets on who’s going to die next whether it be from a job or from just pissing somebody off.” She told him, “I’m always the one that gets bet on because I have a habit of pissing people off, but I’m still around.”

Bucky couldn’t help that his insides twisted a little at her words. Y/N played dangerous games, deadly games. She led a dangerous life and he wasn’t overly fond about it due to the fact he felt the need to protect her, “That is an awful game.” He said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig of it.

Y/N shrugs, leaning her back against the bar, “Yeah but it’s fun. Keeps us occupied and on our toes.” She said with a small smile before looking at him, “So you’re checking-up on me? Did our soulmate bond make you do that?”

“No, doll.” Bucky replied, watching her closely, “Well, sort of. I could feel the anger and grief when you saw the name on the screen. Natasha wouldn’t tell me much other than it’s your twin brother and he’s apparently a psychopath. I’m getting the feeling he’s the one that left you that nasty scar on your hip and I wanted to see how I can help you.” He said honestly. He did want to help her, be there for there in any capacity she needed.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at Bucky, feeling small bits of anger flooding through her veins as he spoke about her brother, “Yeah, I could feel you getting closer and I could also feel your curiosity.” She told him, “We are going to need more whiskey if we want to get into that story though.”

Bucky smiled at her a little, “I have a lot more bottles back at the facility, and you don’t have to pay for it.” He told her with a small lick of his lips, sneaking a hand around her waist. It was like he was the flirtatious guy he was in the 40’s, attempted to steal her heart.

“Please take her with you. She doesn’t pay for anything anyway but that’s the third fight she’s started in the last hour.” Weasel suddenly interrupted the two, “And I’m running out of pool cues.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Weasel, “I only started two. The first one was because Charlie sent me a blow job shot, so technically it’s also sort of your fault for serving it to me, Weasel. I thought you were smarter than that.” She told him, “And I’m taking this bottle with me.” She said, snatching the whiskey bottle from Bucky’s hand before looking at him, “Let’s go, lover boy.”

Bucky escorted Y/N back to the facility, promptly leading her into his room for some privacy with his hand on her waist. As they passed Natasha before going into the room, she gave Y/N a look to which Y/N gave a simple shrug. He watched as Y/N threw herself on the bed facing the ceiling, causing her shirt to rise a little enough for him to see a bit of large pink scar on her hip, “So, doll, want to talk about it?” He said, leaning against the bare desk in his room.

Y/N lifted her head to look at him, “No. But I have a feeling I probably should given he’s trying to steal information on you and how you became the Winter Soldier.” She saw him unevenly shift at the name, “Yeah, I know all about it. I read really fast and got as much information as I could when I was downloading your file.”

Bucky looked down to the floor, “Not my greatest moments. Still haunts me, keeps me up at night.” He admitted to her.

Y/N got up and passed him the whiskey bottle, “Drink.” She told him, watching him untwist the cap and taking a swig, “I know it haunts you. When my tattoo first showed up, I couldn’t sleep for days. Having nightmares that weren’t mine, feelings of guilt and dread. Something I have never felt before.” She told him honestly. After her soulmate tattoo showed up, she would have the same nightmares he had. She saw who he was as the Winter Soldier, a pawn in the middle of a war he didn’t want to be in the middle of.

“You’ve never felt guilty for the people you’ve hurt or killed?” Bucky asks curiously, wondering how that could be. He felt guilt every moment due to the hit-list Hydra made him go through and yet Y/N had never had a nightmare about the things she’s done to people when their names came across one of her gold cards.

Y/N took the whiskey bottle from him, stepping closer as she watched his face, “Nope. I was trained not to feel. Plus usually the people I’m hired to take out or threaten are really awful people. People who sex-traffic young girls, serial rapists, stalkers, political figures that are wrapped around evil’s finger. None of them are innocent and would do more harm than good without me.” She told him then took a small sip of the whiskey, “Plus most of the time it isn’t a kill job, just threaten and seriously injury so they get the message or steal information to make them fall.”

Bucky nodded slowly. She wasn’t just a straight up hitman for hire, she was taking jobs to take down the evil people. That was at least something that calmed his worries about the type of work she did, “Well, at least you take care of the bad people.” He muttered, snatching the bottle from her, “How’d you end up at the Red Room with Natasha?”

Y/N tilted her head at the question, looking around the room, “I lost everything to my twin brother when I was thirteen. Figured out a way to be trained to take care of him. That’s how I ended up there.” She said, leaving out the important details.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her short version of the story. He wanted to know her, know everything about her. Y/N brought out a protective side of him he didn’t know he had and also lit a wild side within his soul. He gently put the bottle down on the desk before placing each hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. He lifts her shirt a little to look at the scar, “And this?” He asks softly, running his thumb against the scar.

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile on her lips at his touch, pulling her closer. She follows his gaze down to the large scar, “That is from my brother. Large hunting knife.” She informed, looking back up at his face and seeing the small amount of anger flash across his blue eyes. She sighed slightly, picking up the bottle and taking a large swig before placing it back down on the desk and meeting his curious gaze, “I used to like every other little girl. I went to school, had a big family that was full of love, even had little streamers on my bike and posters on my walls of boy bands.” She chuckles slightly at the memory, “But my twin brother, he was nothing like me. He would just stare and you could see the evil workings of his mind. There were a few accidents, as my parents liked to call them. He broke the wrist of my little sister, Brooke, when she was six and said they were playing too rough and it was an accident. He killed my cat with rat poison and blamed it on the neighbor. I could tell from the look in his eyes after each accident, he craved more violence. He never uttered an apology and looked at any of us with empathy. One night, he just snapped I guess. I could hear Brooke screaming, crying and then silence. I ran to get my parents for help but found my mom with her throat slit and my father, I don’t even know how he died. There was too much blood. I hid under their bed, listening to my little brother and older sister scream until they were silenced.” She paused, staring off as if she was stuck in the memory, “I saw the door slowly open from under the bed and held my breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. But it was like he knew I was there. He dragged me out from under the bed and I was able to get away for a moment until I fell down the stairs from running to fast. He caught up to me and stabbed me with our father’s hunting knife. I held my breath and stared at him until he thought I was dead. Then he left with a smile on his face.” She looked back to Bucky’s horrified face, “I was found by the neighbor the next morning, barely alive. I was taken to the hospital and talked to the sheriffs about what had happened and they never found him, nor believed a thirteen year old was capable of something so evil. After a few months in foster care, I ran away, not being able to take the abuse there. I was taken off the streets, kidnapped by a foreign couple that took me to the Red Room Academy and the rest you already know.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment when she finished. Y/N had been betrayed by not only a member of her family, but her twin brother. His grip on her hips tightened in anger for her but also because he felt the need to protect her now more than ever. He leaned his head down on her shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered against her skin.

Y/N bit her lip at his touch, feeling his anger and need to protect her from their bond. She lifts her hands to wrap around his shoulders and behind his neck instinctively, taking a deep breath. Nobody except Natasha knew the story but she knew she could trust Bucky with the truth, “Sometimes it still feels like I’m still laying there on the floor, watching the sun rise through the window and trying to stay awake and alive.” She whispers softly. This was a side of her she thought she lost the night her twin tried to kill her, the part that wanted to trust and be loved. Her soulmate bond to Bucky pulled the truth out of her, wanting to be honest with him. Let him see all the broken and torn up pieces inside her, “Sometimes it feels like the scar still burns, like it’s an open wound I can’t get rid of telling me I should’ve died. I hate it.”

Bucky frowned at her words against her neck, picking her up by her hips and moving to lay her on the bed. He crawled on top of Y/N, looking into her eyes with his stormy blue ones, “Darling, that scar proves you are a survivor.” He whispered down to her, lifting her shirt with one hand to expose the scar. He looked down it as he traced his flesh fingers along it, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin at his touch, “It’s a part of you, and it may be a dark part of you, but it’s still something that made you who you are. And as much as I hate that you went through that, I’m also grateful it made you a strong, bad-ass woman.” He smirks at her slightly, crawling down and brushing his lips over her scar, kissing the raised skin softly. He grinned when he heard a small whimper pass her lips, “My strong, bad-ass woman. And I will spend the rest of my life kissing this scar so when you look at it, you only think of me.”

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Underwater (Peter Parker x Reader)

T/w: Suicidal thoughts, trauma

Read at your own discretion.

This is my first time and I am still developing my fanfic style...so please do forgive any stupid errors on my part.

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If there was one person you hated in Midtown, it was him. Perfect hair, perfect grades and your academic rival, Peter Parker.

But like, seriously, even Flash didn't annoy you as much as Peter did.

And he just had to interrupt you while you were explaining your interpretation of the poem.

What the hell did he know about literature anyway? Science nerd.

It didn't help that both of you were the chairs of the student council.

"MJ," you yelled out as you ran after her.

"Y/n," MJ acknowledged you as she turned to face you, the wind blowing her hair all out of place.

"Do you have any idea where Peter is?" The exasperation was evident in your voice.

This would be the third meeting he had missed in a row. You didn't understand how the hell he had managed to disappear off to nowhere just before the meeting.

Either the guy knew apparition or he was in serious need of a smack to the head.

"Well, guess I will be alone this time as well," you mumbled to yourself as you walked towards the meeting room.

***

"Ow," Peter groaned as he walked away from the scene of crime.

Falling face first onto a garbage bin wasn't part of his bucket list but sometimes you get stuff you never asked for.

He swung over to the rooftop where he had left his backpack. His phone was buzzing off when he got to it.

16 missed calls from Y/n

"Why is she calling me?" He mumbled as he grabbed his backpack to go back home.

"Oh shit," he said when he realized, quickly changing lanes and swinging towards the school.

***

After school student council meetings are nothing to be excited about. It was pretty evident that Peter didn't like them. You weren't especially crazy about the meetings either.

After all, why would anyone want to sit in a room with some bored ass kids who just wanna go home?

As much as you hated Peter, having him in the meeting did take off some of the burden from you and you would rather he be present. But, no! The guy was apparently continuing his "Let me ditch on the meeting" ritual again.

"Y/n, did you bring the agenda for the segment about lack of sports equipment?" The representative of the football team asked you as you sat at the desk.

"Ah shit, of course Peter had to be in charge of it. Wait, let me go get it from his shelf." You said hurriedly, walking out of the door.

"Thank God Miss Martins asked us to put the files in her staffroom shelf, else I'd be doomed," you thought as you took the shortcut by the swimming pool to reach the staff room.

"Fuck." The tiles beside the swimming pool were slippery and you weren't being careful when it happened.

It was all so sudden.

Water rushed into your mouth and ears as you sank deeper into the pool.

Panic set in and you knew you had to save yourself but a cold yet somewhat warm and tingly numbness settled in your limbs.

Your heart ached and you felt as if someone was squeezing it. The sudden weightlessness mesmerised you.

Your joints felt like lead and your body felt like paper. Your face and chest hurt as you ran out of oxygen...but somehow, it felt good.

You couldn't feel anything but a sense of relief.

You didn't understand where this feeling of satiation was coming from, but it made you feel at ease.

You knew how to swim, but you didn't feel like saving yourself. As your body became oxygen deprived, your struggle increased as you flayed your arms aimlessly in the water.

But somehow you managed to stop yourself from trying to swim to the surface.

An addicting void filled your head as you slowly fell into unconsciousness.

***

Peter ran through the hallway trying to get to the meeting ASAP, cuz no matter how much he hated working with you, he was responsible.

Sure, he did forget about the previous two meetings but being a superhero was hard.

He ran towards the swimming pool corridor to take the shortcut to the meeting room.

He didn't expect his spidey senses to tingle when he passed the deep end of the pool.

He peered into the pool and saw a girl half-floating haphazardly near the floor of the pool.

Without leaving any time for hesitation, he jumped into the pool swimming in to grab the drowning girl.

It was only when he pulled her out of the pool that he saw her face.

"Y/n? Holy shit, Y/n? " He croaked out, rushing to check your breathing.

You weren't breathing.

Peter panicked and checked your pulse only to not feel one. After a moment of confusion and fear, he came back to his senses as he remembered the emergency drill they'd had the previous month.

"Five breaths, then a round of thirty chest compressions, then two breaths and repeat." Peter recited as he laid you on your back He had 911 on call as he started CPR.

He heard a sickening crack but had no other option but to continue. He alternated between thirty compressions and two oral resuscitations like he was taught.

"Wake up, Y/n. Please don't die," he cried as fear, panic and desperation filled his mind.

Her body was cold and her skin was shrivelled up from the water. She didn't look like the prim and proper Y/n he knew.

She looked dead.

Peter was overcome with incomparable relief when she opened her eyes wheezing for air. She wheezed for a while and stared at Peter, looking confused and disoriented.

"Y/n, are you okay? The ambulance is coming, don't worry. You will be fine," he said as he pushed you into the recovery position.

Your consciousness didn't last long. You were in pain and exhaustion.

Peter was on call with his homeroom teacher as you drifted in an out of consciousness.

The ambulance arrived just as Miss Martins reached Peter. She was horrified to see her model student lie unconscious on the wet tiles of the pool, her skin pale and her lips trembling from the cold.

***

You woke up in the hospital with an IV drip and an oxygen mask over your face.

You tried to get up, but the nurse was quick to stop you from doing so.

Soon, people were rushing into your room.

"Mom," you whispered under the mask.

"Baby," she was crying when she sat beside you.

"Wha-," your mom cut you off when you tried to speak.

"Don't strain yourself, you have pneumonia. Take it easy." Your head hurt and your legs ached.

Your throat felt like parchment paper with jelly on it.

"Phlegm and jelly? What a good comparison, Y/n," you thought to yourself.

Slowly, the gravity of the situation weighed in.

You felt like there was a stone in your chest when you remembered how you had let yourself drown.

You didn't try to swim up and save yourself. You had purposefully let yourself drown.

You didn't even know why.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you realised that you had almost killed yourself.

You remembered exactly how you felt underwater. You'd never had these thoughts before.

Why did you do that all of a sudden? Were you suicidal? How could you be? There was nothing wrong with you, you were perfectly fine...Why would you want to die?

The heart-rate monitor went off as you went into a full blown panic attack.

The nurse rushed in, calling for the on-call doctor as she checked your vitals.

Your eyes widened, tears flowing down your face. You wanted to scream but your throat felt like it was clogged shut.

Your hand clamped onto the doctors hand in panic as you fell onto your pillow in exhaustion.

***

"Run, run, run..." You chanted to yourself as you ran through the forest.

You had no idea how you reached there, but somehow you knew that you had to keep running.

You panted as you reached the edge of the forest only to see a huge expanse of rock and a gigantic rock wall in front of you.

You walked over the rocks, your legs shaking from exhaustion. The sun was shining onto you, some of the rays falling onto your eyes giving you a headache.

You fell onto your knees trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly the stone beneath you started rumbling and a loud sound filled the silent atmosphere.

You stood up, afraid and confused. And then it came.

Water rushed from top of the huge rock wall, falling right onto the stone you wear standing.

Your skin hurt, the force of the water bruising it up instantly. Suddenly, you weren't standing on the rock anymore.

The strong current of water swept you off your feet and pushed you along its course.

You tried your best to stay afloat but the current was too strong.

Water rushed around your ears and entered your nose as you struggled to breath.

The water threw your limp body around.

Crack

You woke up screaming, sweat covering your scrubs.

"Y/n, sweetheart, you okay?" Your mother barged in hearing your screams, followed by Peter and MJ.

Seeing Peter, you composed yourself and leant back against the pillow.

"It's nothing. Just a bad dream," You muttered under your breath.

"Honey, I'll wait outside. I have a phone call to make. Meanwhile, you just chat with Peter and Michelle, okay?" Your mom said as she left.

You took a sip out of your water bottle as MJ and Peter made themselves comfortable in the bystander seats.

Your throat still felt clogged up with phlegm, but at least you did not have a fever anymore.

"So, how are you feeling?" Peter spoke awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

"You scared us, Y/n. One minute you are going out to take a file and the next minute you are being wheeled into an ambo. " MJ said, trying to make her voice monotonous and nonchalant but failing miserably.

"Peter found you." She said, directing her gaze at Peter who was doing his best at avoiding your eye contact.

"I know," you replied, not bothering to look at Peter anymore.

"How did you fall?" Peter asked, still not making eye contact.

"I slipped. " You replied but your gaze was directed towards MJ.

"Thank God you're safe. You are taking swimming classes after this, when you recover, period." MJ says, concern leaking through her usually stone-cold behaviour.

"Anyways, Ned says he will be here soon, I'll go get him," Peter said looking up from his phone. As he stood up to leave, MJ beat him to it and said,

"You stay here with Y/n, I'll go get Ned."

What her intentions behind this were, you didn't know.

You just stared at your arms covered in the hospital bedsheets. A cough racked through your body as you hunched over.

You were surprised when Peter sat beside you and rubbed your back as your body was racked by the violent coughs.

"Here, drink it," Peter said handing you the water bottle. You leant back against your pillow, feeling weak and tired.

"So, how did you find me?" You whispered, straining your throat.

"I was taking a shortcut to the meeting room," He said, finally looking at you as he spoke.

"The whole school is talking," he states out of the blue.

"It's kind of a given with what happened. I don't care," you rasped out.

"Peter-," you began to speak but he cut you off.

"If you are going to say thank you, don't. It's not a big deal. Just don't run beside the pool in those shoes again."

" Well, I wasn't going to say thank you and yeah, of course I need you to tell me not to run beside the pool when all this shit has already happened." You retorted, annoyed at how Peter interrupted you.

"Wow, typical Y/n behaviour," Peter scoffed.

"Well, if this is how you are gonna behave towards me then you might as well have let me die," you weren't gonna give up either.

"Is that what you wanted to do? Die? Did you want to kill yourself?"

Damn, he really hit the nail on the head with that one. But you weren't gonna admit to it. After all, it was an accident in the first place.

"Yeah, sure. You run around searching for a file your partner was supposed to bring but then he is an asshole who ditched three meetings in a row and then when you slip and drown, which you wouldn't have had he came in the first place and then he has the audacity to act all therapist hero-" Your rant was cut off as you went into another coughing fit.

"Fuck, shit, shit, it hurts." You said, clutching your side, your eyes watering from the pain.

"I'll go call a nurse," Peter stood up, panic evident in his eyes.

Saving random people in the streets and saving someone you know, whether you like them or not, are two completely different things.

***

Water in your ears.

Water in your mouth.

Water all around you.

Crack. ******************************

A/n: Part 2 scheduled for next week.

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Better Like This: Chapter 6: Good Times

Summary: Your days are filled with love and anticipation, but New York is still under an attack. And the death count grows.

Warnings: fluff, cute Bucky, scenting, mentions of death, dead bodies, blood, choking, stalking

Word Count: 2148

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter, so, sorry for that. Also, I love love love your guesses about the murderer and all that!! Keep ‘em coming guys. Love you all xx

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When you woke up the next morning, everything felt great. The butterflies in your stomach didn’t go away, and you cherished them. They proved to you that last night really happened. That you weren’t just dreaming of kissing Bucky (you dreamt of him enough anyway) and that you could go to work excited to see him. But still, there was a little nagging voice in your head, telling you that he regrets everything and you two don’t have a future.

  You looked at your phone, and the warmth returned to your heart and your face, and you let your smile grow. You have 5 unread messages, but only one that really mattered.

 Bucky: Morning, doll. Want to grab lunch with me? Yesterday was amazing, btw ;) 

You didn’t think it was possible to feel this happy just from reading one freaking text message. 

 You: Good morning :) Yeah, sure, would love to and yeah, yesterday was kinda amazing. 

You looked at the other 4 messages, one from Wanda, one from Scott and two from Strange, all asking for details about yesterday’s date, with Stephen freaking out that you’re dead because you didn’t answer your phone. You rolled your eyes and dialled his number. 

  “OH MY GOD! Are you fucking insane? We thought you are dead, why on Earth are you-“ “Stephen, calm down! I came home pretty late last night and was so tired I fell asleep the second I laid down. And I just woke up, so please, stop yelling at me and calm the fuck down.” You shook your head and told Stephen all about the night, knowing you were on a loudspeaker, because you could hear occasional squeals from Wong. You ended the call, knowing you’d have to endure two more like this one. Your friends wouldn’t be satisfied with a short message

  After calling everyone, you texted a bit more with Bucky, agreeing to try a new pizzeria, which has newly opened near to your house. 

  You spent too much time picking out your outfit. You wanted Bucky to like you. What you didn’t realise was that he’d probably like you in a sack of potatoes. 

 When your doorbell rang, your heart skipped a beat, and you took one last glance in the mirror. When you opened the door, your breath hitched in your throat. Bucky was breathtaking. He wore a plain white shirt, skinny jeans and a jacket, simple, you knew, but wow. He was perfect. When you looked into his face, he was scanning your body and outfit, his eyes darkening for a second when he noticed your low-neckline. He coughed to hide his interest and smiled at you, the slightest blush creeping to his cheeks. 

 “Wow, doll. You look… wow.” You laughed a little and to hide your embarrassment you hugged him tightly. Who were you kidding, you would hug him anyway, you just needed to feel his body on yours, let his scent engulf you. He hugged you back, putting his head on top of yours and inhaling. 

  “Doll, can I have a question? I mean, you can say no and whatever, I just-“ “What is it, Bucky? You can ask me anything!” You smiled up at him assuringly. 

 “Huh, can I scent you? I’ve been dying to do it for some time, but I don’t want to overstep some boundaries, you know?” 

 Your belly tingled a little bit, but you tried to push it away, it was not the time to think having sex with him, not yet, anyway. 

 “Of course,” you said a bit too quick, so you added, “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever,” Bucky smirked, seeing the excitement written all over your face, which encouraged him to do what he craved. He needed to fill his system with your scent, more than he needed oxygen. Ever since the night before, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about you. His whole being was crying out for you, and he wanted nothing more than to come to your apartment and stay with you, in bed, forever. Well, first things first, he thought, while he pushed your hair away from your neck and leaned in to scent you.

 He ran his nose along your jugular, stopping at your scent gland, at the nape of your neck. He was purring, louder and louder each passing second he spent so close to you and your delicious smell. You were perfect. 

  You shuddered a little when you felt his tongue tasting your skin, his teeth lightly nibbling at the place he would once claim. You had to suppress a moan at that feeling. You were overwhelmed. Bucky’s presence was distracting enough, but him being this close, scenting you and tasting you? You were a goner. 

 He didn’t want to pull away, hell, you didn’t want him to pull away, but you couldn’t be standing at your hallway, in the middle of the day, pressed against each other, purring like crazy. Bucky was the first to move, and a low whine escaped your throat. He smiled at you and kissed you softly. “Let’s go doll, I’m hungry.” But the way he said it? Well, let’s say it only made you pout harder and want to do nothing more than grab him and pull him to your apartment. You were hungry too, just not for food. 

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  The lunch went on smoothly, you were giggling like a love-sick teenager, and you even had to stop yourself sometimes. You weren’t usually this type, hell, you always made gagging voices when you saw couples making out on the streets. And now you were very, very close to being one of those couples. Well… people, you and Bucky weren’t precisely a couple…. yet….

 You took a walk after lunch, just to stay together a little longer, and as you were walking down the street, you heard a sharp yell. You looked at Bucky, and you both set out to run. 

 At one of the side streets, 2 people were standing and staring at something, while another girl was crouched in front of them, screaming. 

 “NYPD. What’s going on?” Bucky’s voice boomed through the noises in the street. When you two got closer, you understood, why he screaming and why no-one wanted to answer you. In front of you were bodies, three bodies. 

 They were all obviously female, no more than 30 years old, and all of them laying there, motionless. You and Bucky ran to them and try to find their pulses, but unsuccessfully. You pulled out your phone and called your Captain, telling him what you found, and Steve told you he would call the pathologist and all the technics needed on the scene. All you had to do was to make sure nobody else touched the bodies and not let any more witnesses in. Those three people were shocked enough and would probably need a lot of therapy to get rid of those images.

  When you close the perimeter, you and Bucky started working. You looked for evidence, anything really that would help you catch the guy. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and when you looked over at Bucky, he had the same worried expression on his face. You both just knew it was the guy you’ve been looking for weeks.

 This guy, who was attacking lonely Omegas at their houses, in the middle of the night, was growing bolder. He jumped three young women, two Omegas and a Beta and choked them all to death on Saturday, at lunchtime. There weren’t many busier times in the middle of New York City. 

 The techs couldn’t give you anything for sure, but their preliminary thoughts were that yes, it was the same guy and no, this time, he didn’t rape them. You couldn’t say if it were because the raping was not the main thing for him, or if he was just disturbed by something or someone on the main street. All you knew was that this time, his MO changed. And that scared the shit out of you. Because if he was evolving this rapidly, New York could be looking at one of his worst serial killers in its history. 

 The mood of the morning and lunch was totally ruined, and both you and Bucky went back to the unit and worked your asses off, trying to find that guy. But even after three days, nothing new emerged. All was the same. The metal particles, the handprints, everything. And it was getting frustrating. You wanted to do something more, but even after questioning everyone-from the victims’ families, to their friends, to those people finding the bodies, you got nothing. All you found out was that once again, the girls used to lead dangerous lives, full of paid sex and drugs, but they seemed to be doing better, everyone in their lives agreed on that. 

 It was Wednesday night, all of the squad still sitting at their desks, working relentlessly to solve the case. You were tired, everything hurt, and even though you wanted to catch that bastard, you really wanted a good night sleep. No, scratch that, you NEEDED that sleep. You were looking at the photos from the first two crime scenes, trying to somehow compare them to the third one, when a hand landed on those photos. 

  You looked up and saw piercing blue eyes, looking down at you. “C’mon, doll. You’ve been here non-stop. When was the last time you slept more than 4 hours, huh?” 

 “Oh c’mon Bucky, I can’t possibly go and have my beauty sleep when there’s a murderer out there!” You hissed. You didn’t mean to be mean to him, you were just frustrated by the whole situation. 

  He raised an eyebrow and grabbed your hand. Despite your protests, you were out of the building in the next ten minutes and were currently in Bucky car. You didn’t speak to him and pouted like a little child. You knew you had to look ridiculous, but you couldn’t help it. 

 “You gonna pout at me the whole time, or are you gonna show me that beautiful smile of yours?” He was being cute, awesome. But you weren’t giving up. You wanted to help the others. 

 “You know that all of the team was leaving, right? We all need to sleep, sweetheart. Steve talked to us when you were out with Scott, telling us we shouldn’t overwork ourselves, because guess what, we can’t solve shit if the only thing on our minds is how comfortable that floor in the office looks.” You slightly snickered at that, he had a point. The floor started to look awfully comfortable in the last few days. “There it is,” Bucky smirked.” You rolled your eyes at him. “I just wanted to help, you know? I hate to think people are being killed while I’m what.. on a date with my boyfriend or having my-“ “Date with your boyfriend?” Bucky’s car came to a stop, and he looked at you. 

 Suddenly, you felt really nervous. What if it’s not something he wants? What if he really needs you as a rut-bunny and nothing else? All of these thoughts were swirling in your brain, and you tried to get at least a coherent sentence out of yourself. 

 “I didn’t mean, I don’t, you know, I just thought-“ 

  “No, wait. I liked it to be called your boyfriend, that sounds… really great to me, you know? But we never really talked, so I didn’t know…” 

 You let out a breath you didn’t know was hitched in your throat and smiled at Bucky. “You are my true mate, Bucky, of course, I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be anything you’ll let me be, really.” He smiled at that and leaned closer to you, so he was suddenly mere inches away from you. 

  “I want it all doll. I’m all in.” The kiss was just as good, or maybe better than those you two shared before. This now was full of promises, of unspoken hope dwelling in both your hearts and you just couldn’t get enough. 

 “It’s really silly of me to ask, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but… could you stay the night? I just, huh, feel a lot better when you’re around and-“ You didn’t get the chance to finish because Bucky brought you closer for another kiss. “I’d love to, Y/N. I feel a lot better with you around too.” You could see another part of the wall around his heart falling down, as you two stepped out of the car together and went to get the well-deserved sleep. 

 The image of you two walking must have been really cheesy. Especially to someone who was standing in the shadows across the street, watching as you two closed the door behind you. 

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A Deadly Party - Young Justice Imagine

Requested by Anon -  Okay this sound strange, but pumkin day is near, imagined f!reader is kinda like dead ( not a zombie, I forgot what is called ) amd on halloween they leave to go do supernatural thing and the team follow to find a party a a grave yard with all sorts of monsters?

Author’s Note - I’m not sure what type of undead creature you wanted, so I just kept it general. 

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The clock struck midnight as you slipped out of your room. You could hear voices from the kitchen, but you ignored them to head to the zeta tube. After turning off the announcer, you disappeared into the zeta tube with a flash of light.

“I’ll trade you a Almond Joy for your Swedish Fish?” Artemis asked when M’gann looked slightly shocked at finding a pack of Swedish Fish in her bag. The team had gathered in the kitchen to eat their trick or treat candy.

“I don’t know. Are they real fish?” M’gann frowned when everyone laughed at her. 

“No, they’re like gummy bears,” Dick chuckled.

M’gann quickly switched with Artemis. Artemis grinned, happily opening the pack and started munching on a fish. She noticed Kaldur’s look and handed him one to taste. 

“I don’t believe we have something like this in Atlantis.” Kaldur frowned at the taste. 

“I’m out of candy,” Wally groaned, getting to his feet. “I’m going to see if I can steal (Y/N)’s.” He headed out of the kitchen toward your room. “(Y/N), can I have your candy? You said you didn’t want to eat it all anyway.” He knocked on your door. A long silence followed as he waited. “(Y/N).” He knocked again before opening up your door to peek inside. 

Wally frowned when he couldn’t see your candy bag. However, a card was lying on your bed. His interest peaking, he entered and read the card. Slowly, his eyes widened before he zoomed back out into the kitchen. 

“Guys, (Y/N) went to a party and they didn’t invite us,” Wally whined, throwing the card on the table. Dick picked it up. 

“Wally, did you break into (Y/N)’s room?” Artemis snapped, glaring at him. 

“That’s what a stalker does.” Conner side eyed Wally.

Wally’s face turned bright red. “I’m not a stalker. Their door was open, and I knocked first.” He crossed his arms. “Why would I stalk (Y/N)?”

“You did just complain that they left without inviting us,” Dick said with a smirk.

“Dude.” Wally turned away, appalled. 

“Either way Wallace, that was inappropriate.” Kaldur made sure to meet Wally’s eye to warn him.  

Wally threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, I’ll apologize to (Y/N), but what about this party?” 

“It’s at a graveyard,” Dick said, using his wrist computer to look up the address on the card. The rest of the team fell silent. 

“It’s like midnight. Why is (Y/N) going to a party in a graveyard?!” Wally waved his arms around like a mad man. “Kaldur, we have to go after them!” 

“I hate to say this, but what if Wally’s right? What if this is a trap or something?” Artemis frowned. “Maybe (Y/N)’s going to get murdered or something?” Dick snorted softly, trying not to laugh. He quickly covered his mouth, so the others wouldn’t see. 

“Kaldur, we should check on them at least,” M’gann said, biting her lip. 

Conner blinked. “I’m sure (Y/N) is fine. They can take care of themselves.” Everyone ignored him.

“I suppose we could follow them. Just to make sure this party is not dangerous.” Kaldur got to his feet. “If anything is suspicious, we will give (Y/N) backup.” The rest of the team quickly left the room. Conner shook his head, following behind them with a pout on his face.

***. 

Meanwhile, you arrived at the graveyard to find it covered with a thick mist. A smile pulled at your lips. The mist swirled around you as you walked through it before magically clearing up and revealing a wild party with flashing lights, loud music, and piles of food.

All kinds of monsters were dancing, mingling around. A walking skeleton came over to you. “Hey, (Y/N). Glad you could make it.” 

“Nice to see you too, Vince.” You nodded at him. A werewolf dancing with a young looking vampire caught your eye. “So Bill finally asked Genevieve to dance, huh?” 

Vince turned to look with you. “Oh yeah, it only took a hundred years.” He snorted. “Go help yourself to food. I heard Winfred wanted to talk to you.” Vince walked off. You smiled and noticed Winfred, another undead like yourself, by the food table.

You made your way over to her. “Hello, dear (Y/N).” Winifred gave you a hug. You hugged her back with a big smile on your face. “I heard you joined the superheroes.” 

“Yeah, I did.” You pulled away to take a plate to get some food. “I got bored of the fortune telling business. You can only do that for a hundred years or so.” 

“True.” Winfred patted your shoulder. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor...” You half listened as she continued. Winfred always asked you for favors. 

You took a bite of food before paying attention to whatever Winfred needed.

***

“This is creepy,” M’gann whispered, shivering. The team stood outside of the graveyard shrouded in a heavy mist. 

“I can’t believe (Y/N) went in there.” Wally moved closer to Artemis. Artemis didn’t react, scared herself. Conner frowned at the sight and edged closer to M’gann. 

“Maybe (Y/N) is returning to her grave?” Dick laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Artemis glared at him.

Kaldur frowned. “That is not polite, Richard.” He swallowed hard, afraid himself. “Let’s go.” Slowly, he led the team through the mist.

The first thing they heard was the heavy bass followed by the blast of a guitar. “What the hell?” Artemis gasped as the team found themselves in the middle of a dance party. 

You were in the center of the dance floor being spun around by a living skeleton. “Oh my god. Humans!” Someone screamed and the music stopped as everyone ran for cover. You were dropped by your skeleton dance partner and landed roughly on the ground. 

“We’re not human!” Conner snapped. Your eyes flew open in horror when you realized the said humans were your team.   

“What are you guys doing here?” You jumped to your feet, marching over to them.

“We saw you were invited to a party in a graveyard and we got worried,” Kaldur explained, blushing in embarrassment.

You frowned, wondering how they could have known. Your eyes widened when it occurred to you. “Wait, did you break into my room?”

Wally went completely red and suddenly got interested in the sky. “It was him,” Artemis said, elbowing Wally. Wally winced, flinching when you glared at him.

“Guys, I’m fine, but you kinda ruined the party,” you sighed. The graveyard was a mess. Most of the people had disappeared. “This isn’t for non-supernatural beings.”

“Wait, so you’re a supernatural being?” M’gann asked in confusion. You sighed, rubbing your temples. This was going to give you a headache. 

“Have you noticed I don’t have a pulse?” You gave the team a steady look.

“I knew it,” Dick laughed. The rest of the team stared at him blankly.

Wally punched Dick’s arm. “You knew what?” 

“That (Y/N)’s a zombie.” Dick crossed his arm with a satisfied smile. The rest of the team looked at you with slight awe and disgust.

You put your hands on your hips. “No, I am not a zombie. I just happen to be undead and have lived for a thousand years.” You snorted in disgust. “Zombies are gross.” 

“Wait, zombies are real?” Wally choked.

“And so are werewolves, vampires, walking skeletons...” Artemis added. She paled. “I can’t believe you’re dead, (Y/N).”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I haven’t changed.” You glanced around at the mess. “I’m going to have to call everyone and let them know it’s okay.”

“We are sorry for interrupting your party.” Kaldur gestured for the others to start to leave. Conner turned to lead the way, but M’gann grabbed his arm. 

“Can we help clean up, (Y/N)? It’s the least we could do.” M’gann gave you a gentle smile. “I mean all we were going to do is eat the candy we got earlier.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I mean if you don’t mind. This is a big mess for one person to clean up.” 

“We’re really sorry for messing up your Halloween party, (Y/N). Honestly.” Wally zoomed to your side. 

“It’s fine, guys. The party was getting a little crazy anyway.” You smiled. “Besides, we had fun trick or treating earlier, so today wasn’t a complete bust.” 

You and the team slowly worked to clean up the graveyard. All of you headed home when the sun started to rise and you felt happy to have found mortal friends that cared about you enough to bust a party for you.

[cocastyle]

Family

Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader

Word Count - 5,997

Warning - none

A/N - this is my first request and I couldn’t be more excited about writing it! if anyone would like to request something, I write for so many different fandoms that can all be found under my master list! some that I write for haven’t even been added yet so always feel free to ask! for this request I have decided to explore a Steve and Y/N brother/sister bond much like the one seen in my In-Between series (this is in no way connected to the series though and will showcase a little Dustin Henderson x reader) anyways, I really hope everyone likes this!

Request - I love the fact that Steve and Y/N have a brother sister relationship in the In-Between and I was wondering if you could do something on that like him being protective of the reader during the tunnels scene in ST2 @nerdy-collector-festival

Steve Harrington and Y/N L/N didn't have the best parents in the world. With neither one of their parents ever home and an empty house most of the time, the two were often left to fend for themselves and it had been like that from a young age.

The only source of comfort either of them had was each other. Y/N and Steve's parents had been best friends since college, so since the day Y/N was born Steve was always by her side. Neither of them even minded the five year age gap between them and still considered the other to be their best friend and the person they hung out the most with.

Or that was how it used to be before the events of 1983 where the two witnessed some horrific events that were sure to be in their nightmares for the rest of their lives. It was that night when Y/N was fighting to save one of her other best friends Will Byers and Steve was trying to protect Y/N from a demogorgon that the two realized just how much the other meant to them.

And that realization was almost too much for either of them to handle. After having practically no family for their whole lives and then realizing that their best friend, the person who they cared about most in the world, was their family was enough to make them both take a step back and away from each other.

They didn't know how to handle this new realization and neither wanted to harm their friendship, even if by the two pulling away it meant exactly that.

So the year after the events of 1983 was tough for the two. It's not that they never hung out with each other cause they did, but their normal hangouts just weren't as frequent, the two finding new people to hang around more often. For Steve that was Nancy Wheeler, his girlfriend who he put all of his time and love into. For Y/N that was the members of the Party or more specifically Dustin Henderson who she had grown to develop a small crush on over the past year.

But then Halloween in 1984 hit and the two were thrust back into each other's lives, both of them realizing how stupid and ignorant they had been over the past year but still knowing that nothing had changed. Steve was still the protective brother — or mom as Y/N liked to say — that he was and Y/N was still just as loving and protective as any other sister.

However, the year they spent semi-away from each other made Y/N realize just how much she had depended on Steve. She had expected him to keep her steady when she needed it most, to protect her from everything bad, and to cheer her up whenever she felt down. It annoyed her when she thought about it and she felt guilty and ashamed for having put such a big responsibility on Steve for all of these years, wondering if all he had ever seen her as was just that—a responsibility.

So when the Party had all decided to head to the tunnels that connected to the Mind Flayer, the latest antagonist who currently had control of Will and who Eleven was trying to defeat, Y/N knew that Steve was only tagging along to make sure that she was safe and to keep her out of trouble. This was enough to make her frustrated and even upset, especially when she saw Steve get beat up by Billy Hargrove just because of her.

"Guys," Steve's voice rang through her ears causing the young girl to snap out of her thoughts as she continued to get supplies out of the back of the car, the others all roaming around her as they too got ready to enter the tunnels down below. "Oh, no. Guys."

"Hey, where do you think you're going? What are you, deaf? Hello? We are not going down there right now," Steve yelled almost deliriously as he looked around at the kids. His eyes flickered over to Y/N and Dustin who were busy putting goggles on and bandanas over their faces. He gave them a pointed look and said, "I made myself clear."

Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to struggle putting her goggles on while Steve babbled on beside them, slowly coming more and more to his senses as he managed to pull himself up onto his feet.

"Hey, there's no chance we're going to that hole, all right? This ends right now!" Steve yelled in frustration, but everyone continued to ignore him.

Dustin told his eyes at the boy and turned to Y/N, gently grabbing her goggles and fixing them on her face as he looked back at Steve.

"Steve, you're upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance," Dustin said, not noticing the small blush on Y/N's face as he finished fixing her goggles and gave her a small smile.

Y/N quickly cleared her throat and looked to the older boy who furrowed his eyebrows slightly at the two before shaking his head and locking eyes with her. "Listen, Harrington, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe," Y/N said as she grabbed a backpack that had Steve's bat poking out of it. She shoved it into his hands a little roughly before saying, "So man the fuck up and do your job."

She then gave the boy a sickly sweet smile and pulled her bandana over half of her face and grabbed a crowbar and a container of fuel before walking away without another word. Dustin smiled after her before noticing Steve looking at him. "She's amazing," Dustin said almost dreamily before he hurried along after the girl leaving Steve frowning and mumbling to himself.

Y/N didn't hesitate to jump down into the tunnel, the others surrounding her as they looked down the dirt tunnel that had floating pieces of decay in the air. The young girl grimaced before someone landing beside her had her turning to see Steve standing there. His head moved towards her and they both stared at each other for a moment before she nodded her head at him, the boy returning it almost instantly.

Steve then looked away before letting his eyes flicker over the scenery around him. "Holy shit," he breathed out, the fact that the decaying place they were in was supposed to be the ground underneath a pumpkin farm seeming totally wrong.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's this way," Mike called out as he glanced up from the map he was looking at, an X marking the spot that they had determined to be the best place to set up their trap.

"You're pretty sure, or you're certain?" Dustin called out from where he was looking just a little ways away.

"I'm 100% sure!" Mike replied. "Just follow me and you'll know."

Y/N glanced at Dustin and the two shrugged before beginning to walk after Mike who had started down one of the paths. Steve looked at them as if they were crazy, which was hard for them to see because of the mask, and he quickly stopped Mike before saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I don't think so."

"What?" Y/N asked annoyed as she turned to look at the boy.

"Any of you little shits die down here, I'm getting the blame," Steve explained. "Got it, dipshit? From here on out, I'm leading the way. L/N, you stick by my side, okay? Come on, let's go."

Steve began to walk forward, but didn't go far because Y/N wasn't by his side. He threw his head back in her direction as if to give her a pointed look and Y/N huffed before reluctantly leaving Dustin's side to go walk beside Steve.

It was only when she was by his side that the boy began to walk forward, knowing that if she was by his side he would be able to see if anything was going to happen to her. Steve glanced back at the others and gestured in front of him as if to tell them to hurry up.

"Come on. Hey, a little hustle."

- - -

The further the group got into the back of the tunnels, the grosser it became. Y/N felt as if she were going to puke by the time they reached these decaying flower looking things, the way they moved and the sound it made making her stomach churn.

"God," she muttered as she held a hand to her stomach.

Steve instantly glanced over at her. "You okay? Do you need us to head back?" he asked worriedly, the action making Y/N groan inwardly as she was once again reminded by how much of a burden and responsibility she was.

"I'm fine," she grumbled, but that seemed to be enough for Steve who looked back ahead as he led the group forward.

"What is this place?" Max questioned, her nose crinkling up underneath her bandana.

Steve ignored the girl seeing as he didn't know the answer to her question and just said, "Guys, come on. Keep moving."

The kids all shared a look before following after the older boy, none of them noticing Dustin who had paused to look up at one of the pulsing flower buds above him. "What the hell?" he muttered, but the words had barely left his mouth before the thing was suddenly shooting something through the air at him, the decay and dust hitting Dustin right in the face and causing the boy to scream.

Y/N was the first to hear Dustin scream and she instantly perked up before turning and realizing that the boy was no longer with them. "Dustin!" she cried out before running back in the direction they came.

"Y/N!" Steve yelled as he tried to grab her, but the girl was already gone.

"Shit! Help! Help! Help!" Dustin yelled as Y/N turned a corner to find the boy stumbling in her direction. His body collided with hers almost instantly and he gripped onto her arms while she tried to steady him.

"Dustin," she breathed out as her eyes scanned him for any injuries, but it was hard for her to tell when he was moving around frantically  and still screaming slightly out of terror.

"Shit!" Dustin screamed.

"Dustin!" Lucas, Max, Mike, and Steve exclaimed as they came running back over to them.

"What happened?" Y/N asked worriedly as she gripped onto the boy.

Dustin whimpered slightly before saying, "It's in my mouth! Some got on my mouth! Shit!" The boy pulled away from Y/N to have a coughing attack all while the five of them stared at him worriedly. Y/N backed into Steve slightly in fright, the older boy placing a hand on her shoulder to tell her that he was there.

Dustin continued to cough for a bit longer and even pulled his bandana down before he suddenly went quiet, his body freezing before he turned his head to them and said in a totally normal voice, "I'm okay."

"You serious?" Max asked as the group all relaxed, Dustin just staring up at them through his goggles as he gave them a nervous smile.

"Very funny, man. Nice. Very nice," Steve muttered before he turned and began to walk away. "Jesus, what an idiot."

Everyone began to walk away except for Y/N who just stared at Dustin with her arms crossed in front of her body. Dustin stared at her in silence before whispering out a questioning, "I'm sorry?"

Y/N couldn't stop herself from chuckling softly as she went over and held a hand out for the boy. Dustin quickly took it and she helped him up onto his feet, the boy stumbling slightly into her so that they stood face to face.

"You idiot," she muttered as she stared at her, her eyes flickering over his face while he just gave her a small smile. "I thought you were about to die before my eyes or something."

"I would never," Dustin replied making Y/N chuckle before she pulled her bandana down and leaned forward to press a small kiss to his cheek.

Dustin's smile instantly fell, his whole face being covered by an expression of shock while Y/N put her bandana back over her face. "Good," she said all while Dustin looked to her and let a goofy grin appear on his face.

"Y/N L/N, why is there any empty spot by my side?" Steve's voice echoed through the tunnels making Y/N groan and lean her head against Dustin's shoulder for a moment.

"I'm coming! Don't get your panties in a twist," Y/N yelled back before she chuckled and held a hand out for Dustin, the boy smiling at her and taking her hand before the two ran to catch up with the others.

- - -

"Alright, Wheeler," Steve said as he looked at the room around them that had multiple tunnels attaching to it, "I think we found your hub."

"Let's drench it," Mike announced as he looked to the Party, the kids all nodding in response. Y/N picked up her container of fuel and was about to start dumping out its contents when Steve stopped her.

"Yeah, you and flammable liquid? Not a good idea," Steve muttered as he took the container from the girl's hand and shoved it towards Max who took it, but not without giving Y/N an apologetic look.

"Steve," Y/N sighed in frustration, her eyes flickering up to the boy who she knew was just trying to protect her. "I can help."

"I'm just trying to keep you safe. That's why I'm here, isn't it?" Steve questioned as he glanced at the girl. He noticed Y/N's shoulders slump and sighed before squeezing her shoulder. "I know you can help, squirt. But right now, it's my responsibility to make sure you're safe."

Then the boy walked away to make sure the other kids weren't being idiots, leaving Y/N staring after him practically shaking in anger.

A presence beside her had the girl turning to see Dustin standing there with his head tilted to the side. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and laced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just frustrated is all," Y/N replied as she glanced back over at Steve. "I'm not just some responsibility of his, you know?"

"Y/N, Steve doesn't think of you as just some responsibility. You're-" Dustin began, but the girl shook her head.

"Sorry, Dustin. I just. . .I need to be alone for a couple of minutes," she muttered before walking away, obviously still upset and frustrated much to Dustin's dismay.

Dustin sighed and went back to drenching the area around him, the others all working silently as they could practically feel the tension radiating off of Y/N towards the unsuspecting Steve.

They drenched every inch of that place while Y/N watched from the side, her scowl hidden by the bandana over her face. It was only when the place was covered that they joined the girl at the edge of the tunnel they had come down a couple of minutes before.

Y/N shook off her anger and reached into her pocket for the small lighter, a smile beginning to grow on her face as she realized maybe she wasn't going to be completely helpless.

"You ready?" Steve asked, his eyes staring at the place before him, still not having noticed Y/N holding the lighter.

"Yeah."

"Ready."

"Ready."

Dustin glanced at Y/N and gave her a small nod before saying, "Light her up."

Y/N smirked under her mask before opening her lighter, a flame instantly becoming visible and finally drawing Steve's attention. The boy's eyes widened and he was quick to reach out and try and stop the girl.

"Yeah, no. Someone else is doing this, not you," Steve demanded as he tried to grab for the lighter, but Y/N was quick and held her hand away, making the others back away from the flame in her hand.

"What? Why?" Y/N asked in a panicked voice.

"Cause I don't want you getting hurt, you got that?" Steve muttered angrily as he tried to reach for the lighter again. "Y/N."

"Can you stop worrying about me for one second and let me help out?" Y/N asked a tad bit aggressively. "Since we've gotten down here all you've done is baby me! I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

Steve's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows even though no one could tell. They did see him cross his arms, however, and heard him say, "See, this is where you're wrong. All I'm trying to do is protect you."

Y/N scoffed and Steve tried to reach for the lighter again. "I'm trying to keep your ass from getting hurt, got that? I've been taking care of you since day one, L/N! You've gotten into so much shit that I can't even count it anymore!" Steve groaned in frustration.

Y/N froze slightly before turning to the boy in anger, her eyes blazing with a fire more intense than the one in her hand. "Well, quit taking care of me! If I'm such a burden then why don't you just leave me the hell alone, huh? You didn't even have to come here, asshole!" she yelled.

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You know I did," he said.

"No, you didn't. I'm not your fucking responsibility! So quit acting like that's all I am," Y/N hissed, her eyes pricking with tears and making Steve freeze.

A silence fell among the group and Steve was frozen for a second longer before he glanced at the others who had all looked away. It was then that he realized that Y/N actually did believe she was nothing more than a responsibility to him. This made the boy frown and he went to place a hand on her shoulder as he whispered, "Y/N, you're not-"

Y/N was quick to shove the boy away, a determined look on her face as she turned back to the tunnel. "Not right now, Harrington. It's time to light this motherfucker up," she muttered before tossing the lighter into the pit.

The room instantly went up in flames and their eyes widened before Y/N began to whack Mike and Dustin who were closest to her. "Go, go, go!" she yelled as a loud shrieking sound filled the air, the ground popping up and flailing around them, finally exposing the parts of the Mind Flayer.

Y/N stumbled slightly as she tried to get up, but Steve didn't hesitate to grab ahold of her jacket and pull her onto her feet. Y/N glanced back at him, but he wouldn't meet her eyes as he shoved her forward and in front of him, the fire beginning to make its way towards them as he yelled, "Let's go, let's go!"

Y/N felt a feeling of guilt wash over her and she frowned slightly as she realized that she might have been a little harsh on Steve. However, the boy didn't give her time to do or say anything before he was shoving her again and yelling, "Move, Y/N!"

The girl nodded and began to rush forward along with the others, Steve right behind them. All Y/N could hear as they ran was the shrieking coming from the small cave and Dustin beside her yelling, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

It was only when they were a little over halfway of the way back to where they had come in that something grabbed ahold of Y/N's foot, instantly yanking the girl to the ground while the others all ran forward.

A scream escaped her lips, her arms outstretched as she yelled, "Help! Help!" Steve was the first to react and it was like his instincts kicked in making him run faster than he ever had before. Steve was back by the girl's side within seconds, his bat raised in the air before he began hitting the slimy tentacle that was wrapped around Y/N's leg.

"Steve!" Y/N cried out in a panic as the thing began to drag her, but then Mike and Lucas were behind her and pulling her back while Steve continued to whack the tentacle.

It took a few more hits before the tentacle thing broke in half, instantly letting go of the girl. Y/N was screaming at this point, the part still attached to her leg squeezing her ankle so hard it felt like it was cutting off the circulation. Steve had the thing off of her leg in a matter of seconds before he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up onto her feet.

Y/N gripped onto the boy's arm frantically while he stared at her with wide eyes. "Are you okay? Y/N, are you okay?" he asked as he tried to calm the shaking girl down. All Y/N could do was bury her face into the boy's side while Steve just held her tightly.

"Guys, we gotta go! We gotta go now!" Dustin exclaimed as he tried to shove the group forward, but a growl suddenly had the group freezing in place.

Standing behind them, in the direction that they needed to go was a demodog. However, this one seemed to be a little different than the others.

"Dart," Dustin breathed out as he took a step towards the creature, an action that had Y/N quickly reaching out for the boy and patching onto his arm before pulling him back to her.

"Dustin, get back!" Y/N exclaimed as she held the boy close to her, her body leaning against Steve for support while the group all looked at the boy like he was crazy.

The demodog made some sort of noise that sounded like chatter and Dustin stared at him for a minute before glancing at Y/N. "It's okay, Y/N. Trust me," he whispered. Y/N was wide eyed as she stared at Dustin, but she eventually let her hold on him drop as she put all of her trust into the boy.

Dustin nodded slightly at Y/N as if to say thanks and to assure her that he would be fine before he turned and took a step closer to the demodog. "Hey. It's me, it's me. It's just your friend, it's Dustin. It's Dustin, all right?" he said as he pulled the goggles up onto his forehead and the bandana down from his face. He smiled softly at the creature before kneeling down in front of it. "You remember me? Will you let us pass?"

Dart suddenly snarled in Dustin's face, its own face opening up like a flower to showcase its teeth making the group all jump back and Y/N gasp in fright. Dustin didn't seem fazed and just sighed, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?"

The group watched as Dustin began to take his backpack off with the intention of pulling food out of it for the demodog. Lucas raised his eyebrows and muttered, "He's insane."

"Shut up," Y/N and Steve hissed at the boy making Lucas hold his hands up in surrender.

"I've got our favorite," Dustin announced as he pulled a small candy bar out of his backpack. "See? Nougat." Dart grunted in reply and Dustin took that as a good sign before breaking off a piece and tossing it onto the ground. Dart leaned forward and sniffed the candy before slowly beginning to eat it which made Dustin smile.

"Look at that. Yummy. Here, all right? Eat up, buddy," Dustin said before tossing the rest of the candy onto the ground. He then stood up and glanced back at his friends before nodding at them to go ahead.

"Come on. Come on," Steve whispered as he began to walk forward, his hand intertwined with Y/N who wouldn't let go. "Let's go."

The group slowly snuck by Dart and watched as Dustin smiled at the creature, "There's plenty. I've got more." Dustin threw one more bar onto the ground before staring down at the demodog. He smiled sadly before whispering, "Goodbye, buddy."

He then turned and his eyes locked with Y/N who merely held a hand out for him. Dustin took it and the group began to move forward again, leaving Dart behind to eat his nougat while Steve's voice echoed in the air.

"Let's go, let's go!"

- - -

The group hadn't been walking for long before they soon realized that the demodogs were after them, the roaring behind them being enough evidence to prove the fact. Steve was pulling Y/N along at this point, the other kids all stumbling behind them as they ran through the tunnel.

"Run! Run! Let's go! Let's go!"

"There!" Y/N yelled as she pointed a little ways ahead of them where the rope they had used to get down into the tunnels could be seen hanging in the hole.

The group picked up their speed and made it to the rope where Max instantly began to climb up with the help of Steve. Lucas went next and then Mike before Dustin quickly followed.

That left Steve and Y/N, the later shoving the boy towards the rope and saying, "It's easier if you go up and then pull me up from there! Now move!" Steve didn't have time to yell back because the growling was only getting closer and the kids were all yelling at him to hurry up.

"Come on! Let's go. Go, go, go! Let's go! Come on! Come on!" Lucas and Mike yelled as they struggled to help the boy up. Y/N felt herself relax once she saw that Steve made it, but as soon as he had turned to help pull her up, the growling had reached them and Y/N could see the demodogs barreling towards her.

It was like everything moved in slow motion at that point, her head moving so that her eyes locked with Steve's, a panicked look on her face as she screamed out, "Steve!"

"No!" Steve yelled, but it was too late, the demodogs were there. Y/N gripped onto the rope and squeezed her eyes shut, wanting nothing more than a peaceful and quick death, but before she knew what was happening, there was a soft thud in front of her before two arms wrapped around her.

Y/N blinked her eyes open before gasping at the sight of Steve holding her protectively as he held his body like a shield for the girl. Y/N knew it wouldn't do much to keep the demodogs away, but she didn't think too much of it as she just gripped onto the boy and dug her face into his side.

The demodogs pounced at them, but to their surprise, they only seemed to move around them, their destination being something behind them. The two pulled away from each other to watch the demodogs rush by, both of them confused as to what was going on before they heard Mike whisper from above, "Eleven."

It was when the demodogs were gone that Y/N finally allowed herself to look to Steve, her eyes wide with surprise at the fact that he had just tossed himself in front of her to protect her. Steve was breathing heavy and he pulled the bandana off of his face before tossing the goggles off and letting his eyes lock with the girl.

A heavy silence fell among the two and all Steve could do was stare at the girl who was staring back at him with teary eyes filled with confusion.

"You're not just my responsibility," Steve finally said, his eyes flickering over the girl's face as he watched her inhale sharply. "I've known you since you were just a baby, L/N. I care about you more than I care about anyone else in this shitty town."

He paused for a moment before whispering, "You're my family, Y/N." The words were enough to make her breath catch in her throat, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she just stared at the boy in surprise.

Steve gulped and ran a hand through his hair as he gave her a nervous smile, "And it's my responsibility to keep my family safe."

Y/N's mouth fell open slightly as if she were about to say something, but nothing came out. Luckily for her, she was saved by Max yelling out, "Guys, come on!"

Steve nodded and quickly picked Y/N up before pushing her up so that she could grab onto the hands of her friends. She was instantly pulled into Dustin's arms, the boy gripping onto her tightly as the others all joined in on hugging the girl who they thought had been a goner only moments before.

While this happened, Steve managed to climb his way out of the hole, letting out a small grunt as he pulled himself up onto his feet. He took in a deep breath before turning his head, his eyes instantly locking with Y/N who gave him a small smile.

Steve couldn't help but smile back before he nodded at the girl and began walking back towards the car. And all Y/N could do was stare after him with unspoken words on the tip of her tongue.

You're my family too.

- - -

"Holy shit, aren't you looking gorgeous tonight," Steve teased as he leaned against his car, his eyes on Y/N who was walking towards his car in a navy dress, her hair back in a messy braid while her navy converse squeaked against the ground.

Y/N blushed and tugged at her dress slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable and wanting nothing more than to be in her favorite pair of sweatpants right at that moment. "Shut up," she muttered, her cheeks heating up even more when Steve let out a small laugh.

"Oh, come on. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I can't compliment you?" Steve questioned, his eyebrows raising as he stared at the girl with a small sparkle in his eyes, his smile so wide that his cheeks had begun to hurt.

He couldn't help but feel like a proud older brother in that moment as he stared at the girl before him. It felt like only yesterday she was still learning to tie her shoes and now here she was all dressed up and about to attend the big dance at school with a boy.

"No, I just. . .I don't know. I feel weird," Y/N muttered as she stared down at her feet.

"Don't be. You look beautiful and I'm sure Dustin is going to love it," Steve teased, the girl blushing even more at the mention of the boy who had asked her to the Snowball dance only a couple days prior. It had taken him two weeks to build up the courage to ask her and, with the help of Steve, the two were now going to be attending the dance together with Steve being their chauffeur.

"Speaking of Dustin, we need to go pick him up," Steve muttered as he glanced at the time on his watch. He pushed himself off of his car before opening up the door for the girl and smiling at her. "Come on, Princess. Let's go pick up your Prince Charming."

"Steve!" Y/N complained, but all the boy could do was chuckle in response as the girl hopped into the car.

The two sang along to their favorite songs all the way to Dustin's house, but by the time they reached the place and were waiting on said boy to come out, a silence had fallen among the two that made them both shift uncomfortably in their seats.

The two hadn't spoken about what Steve had said that day in the tunnels, neither of them knowing how to address it or what to even say. Their friendship was finally back on track, now with the exception of Y/N spending some more time with her other friends and allowing the two to have the necessary space away from each other that they needed in order for their relationship to grow.

But something was different and it mostly had to do with what had happened in the tunnels. Y/N knew she needed to address the situation, but she was still unsure on how to bring it up. Luckily for her, her nerves from having to see Dustin in a couple of minutes had her blurting out her feelings on the spot, making her predicament a whole lot easier.

"I think of you as family too, you know."

The words falling from her lips were enough to make both Steve and Y/N freeze almost instantly. Steve was the first to move and he let his eyes flicker over to the girl who blushed and looked down at her hands as she shrugged.

"You're all I've ever had since day one," she whispered as if it were obvious. "You're the only family I really know. I don't even care that we aren't blood related. You're more of a family to me than my own parents and sometimes I don't always show it. And I just. . ." Y/N paused before looking to the boy. "I really am thankful for you, you know?"

Steve was silent as he stared at her and Y/N couldn't help but feel like time was ticking by at an excruciatingly slow pace as she awaited some sort of response. But finally, a smile appeared on the boy's face and he softened slightly as he looked at her before he whispered, "I'm thankful for you too, squirt. I love you."

Y/N smiled almost instantly and whispered, "I love you too."

Steve chuckled and reached out to ruffle the girl's hair. "Hey!" Y/N cried in protest and she quickly tried to fix her hair, however, that was the moment that Dustin decided to walk out and she let out a small scream before smoothing out her hair the best she could. This only seemed to make Steve laugh louder and Y/N glared playfully at the boy before she quickly got out of the car to go and meet Dustin.

Steve sat there for a moment with a smile on his face before finally letting himself watch Y/N as she walked over to Dustin who had paused in his front yard, his eyes locked on the girl who was walking towards him as a look of shock crossed his face.

Steve couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl, his heart swelling with pride for the person who was his sister even if not by blood. And when she began to wall back to the car with her hand intertwined with Dustin, her eyes locked with his and she gave him a small smile.

It was in that moment that the two both realized just how blessed they were to have each other. They really were like family. They were the brother and sister that the other never had.

Steve and Y/N may not have the best parents in the world, but with each other as family, they couldn't have been luckier.

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Nightmare (Alfie Solomons oneshot)

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, murder. This is based on real nightmare, prepare popcorn and blanket.

Nice Friday evening. Valentina and her friends were coming from a party. They all had few drinks, so she was a little bit more louder than usual, but she didn't care. She was happy, smiling, laughing like crazy. It was her 25th birthday, so why wouldn't she have a nice time and fun? In the center of town, she was just one of many, but after few minutes they left the center and continue to the calmer part of the town, where they all live.

She and her friend hand in hand, laughing like crazy - like two sisters since childhood, same schools, same job. She knew Valentina's secrets, happy or sad, her fears, her joys. Next two were guys from job, other people already left them already and went home. It was more quiet and darker at this part of the city. Only few lights in the windows, few barking dogs.

"Shhhh, we should be more quiet," Valentina put finger on her lips, but she and her friend  began to laugh crazily.

"You should be more quiet," she chuckled.

Unexpected noise. Hit and than something falling on the ground. Muffled scream.

They both turned around and saw one of their friend lying on the ground, the second on his knees, shaking, crying - five men behind them, one was pointing a gun at them, the others having crowbars in their hands. Nor Valentina nor her friend could even scream, just tears began to roll from their eyes like waterfalls. Her friend tried to move, but silent threatening voice stopped her. "You move and I shoot you to your face, bitch."

Valentina didn't even know how, she suddenly had a bag on her head and men were leading her somewhere.

Blinding light. Her eyes hurt, she saw only shadows.

"We'll have a little fun, what do you say?"

Men in masks, creppy masks, so scary, so vicious. Valentina and her friends found themselves sitting chained at the chairs in a circle.

"It is a showtime," one of men said and hit her friend, that guy, who got hit first.

Woman next to Valentina began to yell, whine and cry. "Shut up, bitch!"  A man standing the closest to her, slapped her in the face. She moaned in pain. Valentina closed her eyes. Wake up! Wake up! She scream inside her head.

They were beating her friend, her colleague from work. After few minutes, he was so exhausted and in pain, he couldn't even speak or cry.  "Oh, this is so boring," one of men said. "Let's bring some thrill into this," and he pulled out of his pocket a knife.

Blood, screams, more blood and cry. Valentina closed your eyes again, crying, sobbing. She wished the killed her before on the street. Piece of a cut out flesh falling on the ground. She was sure, she'd never forget that sound of his scream. "My turn," another man said, grabbed the knife and began to cut on man's skin, "I will make you better." His smile satanic. He cut something on man's chest.

"Shit," one of them suddenly cursed, disappointed and angry at the same time, "he gave it up." He took his pulse. "That bastard, died. Fucking coward!"

"Fuck him," another man snapped, "next!" He turned to Valentina and her friend.

"Let the game begins. You have two options - either you fight again each other and the winner will be free, or you will end both like him," man whispered to Valentina's ear, while was putting down the chains. They were standing in front of each other, crying. And men came to Valentina and gave her a crowbar to her hands.

"I... I won't fight her..." her friend sobbing, stuttering.

"Shut up and do what I say," one of men punched her in her stomach.

Valentina's eyes were checking the place. Where is some exit? How did we get here? High wall, maybe a porch from a demolished house? There has to be a door or a gate or... GATE! Her eyes finally found a gate - her last and only hope. Valentina began to move in circles, like shark around her friend, pretending to be ready for an attack.

"Are you crazy? I am not gonna fight you!" Her friend yelled at her.

She was so close from a gate - one quick move, second and two of men were lying on the ground, blood on his faces.

"Run!" Valentina screamed and her friend followed her.

"Don't leave me here!" They heard their colleague, the last one chained to the chair.

"I am sorry," Valentina cried and ran toward the gate. It was open.

Both women were running through the dark, having no idea where did they run, what part of the city it was.

Footsteps.

She had no idea, where were they coming from, so Valentina stopped and grabbed her friend. "Silence... I think they are trying to surround us," she whispered silently, her voice trembling and whole body shaking. "When I say, we will move this direction," she showed her with fingers.

"We just came from there, are you crazy?"

"Trust me," Valentina assured her.

Shadow in front of them, moving quickly.

"Now," she said and ran. She ran few metres, but then she realised, that her friend wasnt' with her.What the hell? She panicked.

Gun shot. One shot and one scream.

Second shot and violent pain in her shoulder.

Darkness in front of her eyes.

All she knew was, that she must keep running. At least she must give herself a chance. She got to the street with old houses. First one closed,  the second one closed, nobody answering to her begging and crying.

Finally, one doors were opened. She stormed in to an old apartment house. Knocking on every doors, punching with fist. "Help me, please help me!" She couldn't even scream anymore, she was so exhausted and there was so many stairs between every floor. Third floor, she grabbed one of the door handle and even without knocking, she opened the door. Quickly slammed behind her and leaned against it.

"Thank God," she whispered. Her beating heart was about to jump from her neck, her arm was hurting, she couldn't even cry anymore from exhaustion. Her scream suddenly echoed through the room. Silhouette of a man in front of her. His eyes, staring at her, silently watching her and coming closer to her. Valentina wanted to turn and run away, but he slammed the door and held it with his hand, that she had no chance to fight. One move, he grabbed her hand and she screamed in pain.

"What ya doin' 'ere? Hm?" he grunted deeply into her face, his voice deep, raspy.

"Help me... The want to kill me," Valentina begged, already about to pass out.

"Ya can't stay' ere," he said coldly, grabbed her hand and lead her back to the door.

"No, please, don't," she begged and cried, when she realised, that he wanted to throw her out of his apartment. He opened the door, came out to the hallway, still holding her hand roughly. Then he noticed voices and light from a flashlights. They had found her. He looked around and saw a tracks from a blood, ending and leading to his flat. He almost threw Valentina back to his apartment and closed the door silently.

"How many?" he asked.

"Five."

She didn't know how, he made her sit and he put an adhesive tape on her mouth and chained you to the radiator.

From one nightmare to another? Crossed her mind, while she began to cry desperately.

Door's handle moved, he was just staying in the room, waiting. Like a predator to his victim. Valentina saw a silhouette of two men entering the flat. Cracking bones, muffled scream. Broken neck, lifeless bodies on the floor. Man grabbed and dragged them and threw them away from the staircase. Closing the door. He waited. Steps behind the door, whispers.

He was the one, who opened it this time and all she could hear, was screaming and bodies falling on the ground. First, second and third....

Then silence...

Valentina woke up next day in the morning, lying on the bed, her arm in pain, but treated, covered with clean bandages.

"I will let ya go, yeh" A voice coming from the corner of the room. All she could see were two dark blue eyes, coldly watching her. "Ya can go to a police, ya can say, that ya ran away. But..." he came closer to her, "say a fuckin' word about me and I will kill ya meself. Understood?"

She just nodded fearfully, almost forgot to breathe.

"Run, little one," he said and Valentina quickly went to the door.

At the doorway, she turned back.

The man was staring through the window, unblinkly, slowly moving with his fingers, it seemed like he was playing a piano.

"Thank you."

He turned, when he heard her voice. Surprise in his eyes. Like he has never heard a thanks before.

"I said, run, yeh," he said almost menacingly. His voice, so cold, so unpersonal.

She didn't hesitate anymore and ran away from that house, ran away from her nightmare... All she knew, was that she was alive. Soul damaged for the rest of her life, but she could feel the sun on her, she could  breathe the air.

She survived. She lives.

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[beepbeeprichiellc]

Oh my god oh my god oh my god can we get a part two to the sick Richie Au??? Like pretty please, I need Richie to actually admit his real feelings while not being so sick and for Eddie to feel the relief when the nurses tell him Richie is gonna be alright

Yeah....I feel gross with all this fluff. Part 1. 

Richie stared at the table, debating if he had enough junk food. Sure there were of his friends favorites but what if Eddie didn’t want the usual? What if he was in some crazy mood and decided that red vines and popcorn wasn’t enough to stay? Richie pondered going back out to the store and just buying everything insight-there was no way Eddie could turn down a buffet of treats right? Not when he saw the effort that Richie had put into the night, going as far as to get seven different movie options. Somehow Eddie had gotten out of four movie nights in a row and although Richie wasn’t sure why-he was positive it was his own fault. After all, Eddie had literally saved his life-the doctors assured him of this-but after leaving hospital things had gotten weird. 

Eddie wasn’t home most nights, and when he was he stayed locked up in his room with the music blaring. Richie had tried to talk to him-to beg for a fraction of the attention he used to get but Eddie would brush him off and make some excuse to leave. The others had no idea what was going on either thus being no help whatsoever. There was a giddiness in the pit of Richie’s stomach, an unmet need that Eddie had left behind as he began to ghost him. This had to work because if it didn’t-well Richie was sure he would just go insane. He needed his Eds, needed his best friend so much that it nearly ate him alive. 

His roommate's door opened, and Richie was immediately on his feet, watching as Eddie slung his jacket his jacket onto his back and glanced his way. “Hey Rich, I thought you were gone.”

“Nope, just getting things ready for our movie night.” Richie gestured to the covered coffee table, eager to see Eddie’s reaction. “I got all your favorites and a few more. Beverly recommended some horror movie but if you aren’t in the mood for that I got action, romance and even a flick from japan that is supposed to be especially good-I’ll even endure the subtitles just for you.” 

Eddie scrunched up his face, “I’m sorry but I promised Bill I’d meet him at the bar tonight.” 

Richie’s heart dipped, “Wh-What? No-no come on, you’ve been out with Bill for the past four Fridays! I thought we could do movie night like we used to because-”

“I know I’ve been busy lately Rich but I told Bill-”

“Are you fucking him or something?” It was supposed to be a joke, a jab if you will but the desperate chuckle that followed gnawed at the tension in the air. “Not that I would care or anything,” the thought made his stomach churn but he pushed it down, “but it’d be nice to have a heads up before I walk in after class and catch a full view of Bill’s hairy ass as he plows you into the sofa.” The image danced in his head and Richie felt the bile climb his throat. 

“The only person who has ever had sex on the couch is you.” Eddie scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “And no, I’m not seeing Bill, he’s my friend. I like to spend time with my friends.” 

“I’m your friend.” Richie whined, knowing full well how pathetic he sounded but knew that there was no point in hiding his disappointment. They had been drifting, Richie could feel it but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t pull Eddie back to him-like they were on two different courses and soon it would be too late to reconnect. “And I want to spend time with you too.” 

This made Eddie let out a deep sigh, “Richie-”

“No.” The trashmouth nipped, pointing a wagging finger in Eddie’s direction, “Don’t lie to me Eddie, I can tell when you are about to lie because you make this face that looks like you are ripping out pubic hair. Tell me the truth, what did I do wrong? Are you mad at me or something?” 

“I’m not mad at you Richie.” Eddie replied softly, rocking on his heels and biting on his bottom lip. “It’s nothing like that.” 

“Then what?” Rihcie pleaded, crossing the room so that there wasn’t any furniture separating them. “I mean you haven't even let me repay you for saving my life! It’s like you’ve been avoiding me or something.” Eddie dropped his gaze and Richie knew he had a finger on the pulse. “You have been avoiding me!” 

“Can we not do this right now? I told Bill that I’d be there in like five minutes.” Eddie pleaded tapping his watch. “I promise we will talk when I get back.” 

“We can’t wait because if we do you would have had time to come up with the lie that you are going to feed me.” Richie knew how this was going to work, if he let Eddie slip away now there was no going back, their friendship couldn’t endure another excuse and Richie would rather die than let thirteen years of being the best of friends fall apart. “How can I fix this? Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it Eddie.” Richie hadn’t realized that he had been advancing on his friend, his heart nearly fracturing his ribs with the forces of it’s pounding. If he reached out, Richie could touch Eddie, could pull him close and beg but he didn’t-couldn’t because that wasn’t what they did so instead he waited.

He expected Eddie to speak the truth but instead he shook his head and stepped back. “You can’t do anything Richie. This is my thing that I need to deal with okay? I know you don’t understand but-”

“The help me understand!” Richie shouted, causing Eddie to jump in surprise. “Please.” He whispered now, pleading with Eddie as the string that connected them became taught. “I at least deserve to know why.” 

It looked like Eddie was going to break, his breaths coming in short bursts as the wheels in his head turned. “When you were sick, when you’re fever spiked you started talking-not that you ever stop talking but this time it was different, you weren’t spewing vulgarity or jokes or anything sensible.” 

“Oh man, what did I say?” Richie sputtered, unwilling to believe this..“Did I admit that I’ve got a thing for my 90 year old english professor or-fuck did I admit that I was the one who borke Stan’s grandpa’s vase?” 

“No,” Eddie mumbled, “nothing like that.” 

“Then what?” 

Looking at the door Eddie took a second to answer but when he did his voice dripped regret onto the carpet. “You said that you loved me, that you never got to tell me that you had always loved me before Pennywise killed me.” 

Richie blinked, unable to process the explanation. “Pennywise?” He choked out-watching tears began to fill in the corner of Eddie’s eyes. “What the fuck is a Pennywise.” 

“A demonic clown.” Eddie whispered to his shoes. “You weren't making any sense and were totally freaking out, screaming my name over and over again and repeating that you loved me and I just-” There was choking noise in the back of Eddie’s throat that caught his words. “I can’t handle that Richie. I already have a hard time as is and that was just the cherry on top.” 

“Eddie.” Richie stated, like his name was the answer to all the questions in the world. “Eddie I-”

“I don’t want the speech.” Eddie cut, “I think I’ll just die if you explain to me that we are friends and that it was the fever talking because I’ve been so fucking in love with you ever since we were teenagers and the moment you pity me the moemnt I will explode. It’s not fair I know, and I know this is a lot of shit to put on you but just please don’t hate me! Please, please don’t hate me Richie. I’m sorry I’m like this and I know that if you just give me a little time and space I can pretend that it never happened. It’s just-”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Richie goraned, his heart leading those two steps to Eddie and without warning he pulled the other man to his chest and connected their lips. Eddie let out a surprised squeak but melted as soon as Richie’s hands slipped across his back, squeezing out the last of the space between them. Eddie tasted sweet, much sweeter than Richie would have expected. Richie’s chapped lips moved against Eddie’s smooth ones, and a few seconds skipped past them before they pulled apart. “Fuck I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” 

Eddie stared up at him with those brilliant doe eyes. “So you do-”

“Yes. I’m ashamed it took a near death experience for me to admit but yes, I do love you Eddie. I always have.” 

Eddie sighed, leaning into him. “Thank god.”

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Alluring. (3/?)

With: Detective!Bucky x Witch!Reader.

Words: 1,732.

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The adaptation was slow, the girls were better than you in that matter, they managed to live without their father. Managed to do their chores while you tried to be there for your children but still laid in bed almost 18 hours per day.

You missed him. And the idea that your family’s curse was the reason for his death hurt deeply.

Iara liked to jump on your bed. "Mom, we are going to school again." The small girl sang. "And we ate 5 pancakes each." Iara lied and you could feel it and smiled seeing her trying to make you jump out of bed. "And then we ate again, and again, and agaiiin, and again ahh-" You pulled her closer and hugged her tightly before tickling her. "Mom stop!"

You hugged her tightly and kissed her head. "Um sorry baby, I'm just... so tired."

"Its okay mom. And you're with bad breath." She joked and both laughed before Aunt Bim called Iara to grab the school bus.

You left the bed then, took a shower, and decided to move on. You had to be there for your children.

You rented a small store in the city and started to sell flowers, you loved to plant and since you had a... touch for it, it would do good.

                          …

It was a few days later that things went upside down. After placing the girls in bed, the house’s phone started to ring, you felt it was Yasmin in distress and ran to it.

"Yasmin? What's going on?"

"Y/N, I'm scared."

"Why? What happened?"

"I was with Jack and he punched me and now he is dragging me to places and I need help."

"Where are you?"

Yasmin gave the city's name and said that her boyfriend was drunkenly passed out and that is why she managed to call.

You rushed through the house and asked your aunts to take care of the girls while you were out, the aunts felt that Yasmin was in danger too and agreed in keeping an eye on the kids.

You drove and drove and when you finally found Yasmin, she was with colorful spots all over her face and arms. "Y/N!" She hugged you tightly.

You walked out of the old motel and Yasmin kept making excuses for Jack's behavior, saying that he was only drunk and afraid to lose her.

You sat her down in the car but she kept saying she forgot your mother's necklace in his car, so, even with you trying to keep her inside the vehicle she ran to Jack’s car to take it.

You followed her, trying to rush her and take her safely back home.

But Jack pulled her to the car and held a knife to her neck. You widened your eyes and since the man -besides being crazy- stank of alcohol he could kill her at any moment.

"Drive." He warned. You tried to find a way out. But at how tightly he was holding your sister you couldn't do anything else. "I said drive!"

You sat at the driver’s seat and started the car.

You had no idea where you were going and Jack kept kissing Yasmin and apologizing for his behavior, broken promises, for sure. You squeezed the steering wheel watching Yasmin falling to his trap by the review mirror.

Jack squeezed her neck which made you step in the brake and started to yell trying to take his hands off of her.

The psychopath started to laugh and even made sexual jokes, his knife still on his waist. Once Yasmin told you that she placed belladonna in his drinks so he could be more... relaxed. You searched the herbs in the car, since it was his and she traveled with him it was probably there. 

You found the small glass and knew it was the right herbs, you just needed to find a way to make him drink it.

Jack told you to stop the car so he could take a piss, he took Yasmin with him so you wouldn't drive away.

Smart.

You held one of his tequila’s bottles and placed the herbs inside, shaking it trying to make it unnoticeable to his drunk eyes.

After a big amount of belladonna that you poured in his tequila's bottle, and how focused he was in Yasmin’s lips, he finally passed out. Which was good, till Yasmin glanced at him and saw him falling limp with open eyes.

"No. No, no, no. How much belladonna you gave him?" She yelled, she saw you holding the herbs while she tried to prevent Jack from peeing on her.

You looked at the backseat and stopped the car in the middle of the road. "I don't fucking know, he was with a knife on your throat!"

"Jack, baby, come on, wake up. Wake up." He didn't move nor breathed. "You killed him." She said frightened. "Y/N, you, you killed him."

"No, I did not. I mean I did but it was self-defense. Self-defense!"

"The cops won't believe that. Oh my God, I'll go to jail!"

"No you'll not, because I won't go to jail, I can't go to jail. I mean I have children, Yasmin! Two beautiful girls that don't deserve to lose their mother!"

"What do we do? What do we do?" She kept chanting, her hands almost pulling her hair out of her head. "Y/N! Remember when Paterson died and you wanted to bring him back?"

"Great moment for you to bring my husband into this."

"No, shit, look! The aunts didn't bring him back but you're strong, and if both of us do the spell then it can work."

"Yasmin, I will not bring that asshole back from the dead!"

"Why?"

"Why?! Because is not right nor natural and he wouldn't be him it would probably come back tainted-"

"More than he already is? Y/N we have to. Look, if we go to jail, then your girls will have to live without you. And honestly? Since we can fix this let's do it."

You stared at her, and then glanced at the... body. You took deep breaths and tried to find reasoning. But if the cops came what would she say? That your sister and her asshole of a boyfriend was drugged and drunk and that you had a big quantity of -a high degree of toxicity by the way- plant with you and that is how you killed him? That wouldn't work. "Y/N, Y/N come on."

"Okay, okay! Aunt Bim and Aunt Mira took the girls to dance under the full moon even though I told not to but we know they did. So, so let's... let's go home." You started the car again and drove until you reached your old town.

It started to rain and it made Jack's limp body even heavier to take out of the car. "Of course it had to start to rain."

"Come on, come on."

Opening the house's door and soaking everything in their path Yasmin looked her beloved cat sitting in the table. "Hey, Duncan." She called the cat and you stopped walking glaring at her.

"We have a dead man in our arms and you're talking with our cat?!"

"Shit, you're too tense still."

You could only grunt at her calm state, with great care you reached the kitchen and placed the man's body in the table.

Yasmin brought the book and searched the spell, the dark details grabbing your attention more than anything. "Y/N, it's Jack Rollings! He can't come back more unnatural or tainted."

Somehow she was right.

You prepared the spell and the last part was the worst. One of you had to place needles on both of his eyes. "Gahh, I can't! I can't!"

"Give me that." Yasmin took the needles and did the job. "Here you fucker, this is for hurting me."

You two recited the latin words and a rumble of thunder sounded. The man didn't move, so you accepted defeat and kept worrying about what to do next.

It took a few seconds and more bickering of both of you, but then Yasmin was dragged back. "You still love meee?" Jack yelled while he sat in the table grabbing her neck. 

He shook her and shook her, his eyes lacking shine and he looked even more... cruel.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" You hit him over and over but didn't help, he was stronger, your sister was red so in an adrenaline act, you held the big frying pan and hit the man's head over and over.

He let go of Yasmin's head and fell on the floor. His eyes open and unmoving. "You, you killed him... again?!"

"No, of course not."

"Y/N!"

"YOU WERE DYING YASMIN!"

It all turned into a big mess.

She kneeled on the floor and checked the man's pulse. Then, in an act of desperation, you two could only do one thing. 

Bury him.

You dragged his body outside and buried him.

Both of you were soaked to the bone, and afraid. "We can't tell anyone about that. No one, no one! You hear me? Not to our aunts, not to the cops, especially my girls." You yelled in the rain.

Yasmin nodded and promised.

New York City.

Detective James Barnes was staring at the board in front of him. Jack Rollings picture above, and three women pictures under. The women that were found dead in three different cities.

Last time someone saw him he was with a new woman, Yasmin Y/L/N.

But James didn't have much to do without the bodies autopsy back then, but now that he had sure that the semen that was found on the victim's bodies belonged to Jack Rollins, aside from the exact size of a hand that marked their necks. He could find the fucker and take him to be placed in jail in -hopefully- a perpetual sentence.

But no one knew of Rollings whereabouts.

"Buck? You going to the bar with us?"

His work friend, Elliot, asked him, it was 11pm already and they managed to solve a big case.

But Bucky had to find Rollings before he hurt anyone else. "Nah, I'll probably head home after here."

Elliot was also disappointed with Jack Rollings being out there. But he better than anyone knew how toxic work could get. "James." That grabbed Bucky's attention. "Is not your fault what that fucker did, and we will find him."

"Yeah, but I'll only rest when he's placed in a cage. Or dead." Bucky grinned which made Elliot chuckle and give his last goodbye.

Driving to his apartment he kept seeing the women's bodies on his head, the way they suffered, it was awful. The least he could do was to make justice for them. He had to find Rollings, it was the least he could do.

His phone started to ring and -even if he shouldn't get it- it was almost automatic. "Barnes."

It was his friend from the intelligence, Clint Barton.

"I got info of that girl you asked about. Apparently, she used to receive letters every month and the last one wasn't read, it was written by Y/N Y/L/N and she's Yasmin’s sister. She didn't write anything that can lead you to Jack Rollings's way, but she knows him since she mentioned that he was an asshole and Yasmin should get far away from him."

Bucky chuckled. "I like that Y/N already."

"Yeah, I'll send you the address."

"Thank you, I own you one."

"You sure do."

Bucky read the address and decided to go check. He went to his apartment to prepare a bag and have at least a nap before he could travel.

He was about to finish this case.

                ...

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Outsider Pt. 18

Pairing: Step Dad!Tony Stark x Teen!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The team can’t decide on a plan of action, and Thor finds out what’s happened.

A/N: I’m so sorry about the tags guys, I have no idea why they’re not working!

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You woke up covered in sweat. In the few days since you sent the letter, your condition only got worse. Cletus’ patience wore thin, demanding to know why the search hadn’t been called off yet. It was little consolation that you were able to convince him that the letter probably hadn’t been delivered yet. You were running out of time, and once you realized you weren’t going to get any better, you decided to take the next opportunity, no matter what. 

When you heard him unlocking the door, you scooted to the edge of the bed. He entered, holding yet another bowl of oatmeal, looking as ill tempered as he had in the days before. He handed it to you, and you took it, appearing grateful, and grabbed his hand as he turned to leave.

“Please stay,” you begged. “I miss your company.”

“I have a lead on a buyer.“ His cold gaze landed on you, but you met it with a soft smile. 

“That lead will still be there later. It’ll be fine,” you coaxed, patting the spot beside you. 

You tried to be careful not to lay it on too thick, even though this guy was so far in his mind you doubted he’d notice the change. Still, you weren’t about to take any more chances.

He sat, and you scooted closer, tensing slightly when you felt the key through his pocket against your leg. 

You caught yourself again wondering what you would do when you got out. Were you underground? How far would you have to go before you ran into another person? How long would you leave him in there before telling the police where he was? And again, you had to remind yourself it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you got the key and locked him inside. If you succeeded, you’d have all the time in the world to find help and make decisions. If you didn’t, well, you didn’t want to think about that.

“You’re not eating,” he said, dragging you from your thoughts.

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“The future.”

He giggled, a sound you hadn’t heard in a while, and you met his smile with one of your own. Though this time, yours was genuine. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

At the tower, everyone was in an uproar. Your mom was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and was in the hospital, while Bruce had a Code Green and was currently in one of the holding cells until he could regain control of himself. The team couldn’t come to a decision on what to do, and it was driving a wedge between them. Natasha, Vision, and the Sams argued they should pull back; give Kasady the space he needed to make his move. 

“Are you crazy?!” Dean shouted at his brother. “Every minute we don’t look is another she’s with that monster! He could be hurting her!”

Natasha cut in before Sam could respond and escalate the situation. “I get it, it sucks, but he’s not going to come out of hiding if he sees we’re still sniffing around.”

“And what if we miss him? What if he actually has been coming out, and no one’s seen him? They could slip past us, and then we’ll never find her!”

She sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with Dean. “Bucky,” she pleaded, “you know from a tactical standpoint it would be better to wait him out.”

“Are you done?” he huffed, meeting the redhead’s stare dead on. “‘Cause if ya are, I need to get back out there. For all we know, he’s got months worth of supplies and intends to wait us out.”

“Um,” Peter piped up from his spot on the couch, drawing every eye to him. “If we’re voting, I’m for keeping up the search.”

“What are you doing here?” Tony asked. “I thought I told you to go home.”

“I did, Mr. Stark, but I’m back now.”

Tony groaned, frustrated with the boy. “Look, I appreciate you want to help, but it’s dangerous and I want you to go home.”

Peter frowned, and as he walked to the elevator with his head hung low, he decided next time he was going to keep his mouth shut. Even if they didn’t want him out searching, he would at least be in the know on what was going on as long as the others didn’t realize he was there.

He was joined by Steve and Bucky, the former of which gave him a sympathetic squeeze on his shoulder. He was about to ask if he could join them on the search anyway, but when the elevator doors opened, Happy was already waiting to drive him back to Queens.

Peter returned the following day, and kept quiet. As he’d hoped, no one paid much attention to him. He was just a fly (or spider) on the wall, taking in everything around him. A couple of times, one of the others warned him Tony was on his way, and he’d hidden until the coast was clear.

The weekend came, and Peter had asked FRIDAY to grant him access to a spare room. There was a knock on his door the following morning, and he swallowed thickly, thinking maybe the AI had ratted him out. When he opened the door, Sam Winchester was stood there, smiling.

“Morning. Tony’s left for the day. You can come down now.”

“Oh,” Peter sighed in relief. “Thanks, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“You have your laptop with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Sam grinned. “Bring it with you. We could use another pair of eyes to scan security footage around the city.”

Peter perked up, happy to have something to do other than listen for any tidbits between everyone’s arguing.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Thor was furious he’d not checked in with his Midgardian friends sooner. By the time Heimdall had seen their frantic search for a missing girl, her life force was quickly diminishing.

The guards quickly moved from his path as he stalked angrily across the palace. He’d spotted Loki, a book in hand, possibly on his way to the gardens, and grabbed the front of his tunic.

“Brother,” he greeted in annoyance as he was dragged along. “I assure you I want no part in whatever you have planned.”

Thor ignored his protests, only speaking once they reached the Heimdall.

“Stark’s child has been taken by a madman.” He thrust some shackles into Loki’s hands, receiving a raised brow from his brother. “Restrain him. I’ll be along with the others shortly.” Loki scoffed, causing Thor to grab him by the back of neck. “I’m warning you, do not let him escape.”

“And what of my freedom?” he asked, eyes narrowed. “Surely you don’t believe I’ll be welcomed on Midgard with open arms.”

“No,” Thor admitted, “but the girl is their priority. Once she’s safe, and her captor apprehended, you may return before anyone questions your presence.”

Loki wasn’t convinced, but if there was one thing he could trust, it was Thor’s unwavering faith in him. With that, and the leverage he was sure to gain for his good deed, the others should hesitate long enough for him to make his getaway.

At Loki’s approval, Thor signalled for Heimdall to send them to Midgard. Loki separated from him only moments before he reached the tower, and he wondered briefly if he’d made a mistake in choosing him to help. Regardless, they didn’t have much time, so he pushed his doubts to the back of his mind as he stormed into the building.

“Thor!” Steve approached. “Thank goodness you’re here. We need help.”

“I know where she is.”

Bucky meant to use the distraction to leave, but stopped at the god’s words. “What?! How?”

“Heimdall has seen her. We must hurry.”

“Let’s go!” Peter jumped off the couch, pulling his mask on.

“Not the boy,” Thor addressed Steve in a low voice. 

“What? No, you can’t leave me here!”

Bucky was about to argue that trying to stop him would just waste more time, but the grave look in Thor’s eyes told him whatever they were going to see was going to be hard on all of them, let alone a sensitive kid like Peter.

“Go find Winchester,” he said, nodding toward the door. “Then call Tony and tell ‘em to meet us at the hospital.”

“No,” Peter whimpered, intent on holding his ground.

Steve stepped in, kneeling to look Peter in the eye. “It’s not that we don’t trust you to have our backs, or that we don’t think you can handle it, we know you can. I just don’t think she’d want you to see her like that.” Peter was about to argue again, but he didn’t give him the chance. “We don’t know what we’re walking into, and what she’s going to need is a friend by her side while she deals with everything that’s happened; a friend who isn’t going to see her any differently than they did before.”

Peter didn’t like the idea of staying behind, but he understood Steve’s reasoning. He sighed, nodding, and left to find Sam and Dean while the other two left with Thor.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky’s head swam as they landed, but he recovered quickly enough to see the gathering crowd on the opposite side of the building before following Thor inside. They were met with many projections of a dark haired man, each silently pointing them through several hallways and a few flights of stairs. Bucky momentarily paused beside an opened door, his eye being caught by what seemed to be hundreds of photos of you wallpapering the room from top to bottom. He might have walked inside to investigate had he not heard an unfamiliar voice shouting obscenities in the distance. When he realized he couldn’t hear you, he rushed past Steve and Thor, following the yelling.

His stomach turned as he finally reached the room. Kasady was laughing now, probably at his paling face as he saw the same dark haired man wrap a green cloak around your still form.

Loki looked up as the others entered the room, swallowing thickly as he steadied you in his arms. “Her pulse is weak.”

Bucky stepped forward, lifting the cloak and grimacing at the gashes and bruises littering your body. The most prominent was Kasady’s name carved from your chest down to your thigh. He reached for your wrist, needing to feel for himself that your heart was still beating, and tried not to dwell on the implication of the ring adorning your finger. He slipped it off and handed it to Steve.

Steve quickly took you into his own arms. “Thor, your cloak. The people outside…”

“I’ve cast an illusion,” Loki said as Thor covered the parts of you Loki’s cloak didn’t. “They won’t see you.”

“Hey! You can’t take her from me! She’s mine!” Cletus screamed, getting angry again.

Steve thanked Loki, ignoring Kasady. He and Thor headed back out, pausing when he Bucky didn’t follow. “Buck?”

Now fixated on Kasady, Bucky dismissed him with a wave. “Get her out of here.”

He wasn’t pleased, but he didn’t have time to argue. Without another word, he followed Thor out of the room.

“You’d be dead if it weren’t for the other man,” Cletus said from his spot on the floor.

“How’s that?”

“You wanted to take what’s mine. And then he came. He made you mad too, didn’t he?” He paused, waiting for Bucky to reply. He didn’t. “I should have killed you anyway.”

“Doubt you could’ve,” Bucky finally answered.

“How’s that?” Cletus mimicked.

“Dean’s alive and well,” he said, watching the fury settle onto Cletus’ features. “Already released from the hospital and everything. If you couldn’t even kill a normal civilian, how would you have gotten someone like me?”

A grin slowly crept onto Cletus’ face. “It doesn’t matter. She’ll never be yours, or his, or anyone’s. She’ll always belong to me.”

Bucky regarded the man for a moment. He was in rough shape, with no shortage of wounds of his own. He looked around the room then, seeing the rusted bed with an old mattress, a small table, skull beads and dead flowers, as well as what he assumed was a shattered vase, scattered on the floor. 

He turned to Loki, who’d been quietly watching the exchange. “You said you can get us out of here without being seen?” Loki nodded, and Bucky returned his attention to Cletus. “Good.”

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Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Pairing: Arthur Hastings/Nick Lightbearer

Rating: M

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/54456913#workskin

Chapter 2:

Thanks to the tea, Nick Lightbearer felt much more frisky than before when made his way to the church St. Genesis. The tea had been mixed up with a whole bunch of other herbs but he didn’t mind it that much. It seemed to be normal these days. Maybe some new fashion he had missed. 

What he really wondered about was that downer, Arthur Hastings. He wasn’t at all what he imagined a downer to be. Sure, he acted crazy, even suicidal. Nick still hoped that most of their odd adventure was only the result of his dizzy brain producing nightmares. Without all that, Arthur sort of was just a normal human being who wished to fit back in, what made his fate both touching and unsettling. If all downers felt like this, why did nobody help them? 

The thought gave Nick such an uneasy feeling in his stomach that he popped another Joy, just in case. He had to greet his fellow men with a happy face after all, as a mere act of courtesy. Soon, the substance washed away his stupid sorrows and he started to see it all differently. It wasn’t the first time he got something wrong after all, it didn’t have to be so bad. Why would it be? He even laughed at his ridiculous thoughts. But the downer…he could help him. There was nothing bad about that.

When he reached the church St. Genesis he solemnly knocked at the door. 

„Open up, I’m the bringer of the light!“

The old lady behind the door squeaked with pleasure. 

„Oh dear, Mr. Lightbearer in person! We’re so happy to have you here!“ She opened the door and Nick strode in, watching the players cheer and wave.

He didn’t expect anything less. Bathing in their excitement, he walked through the rows of players who all wore black rubber suits. 

As if that helped to ease the pain, Nick thought gloatingly. 

He loved this game, at least as a caller. He loved how everyone hung on his every word, how they jumped when he demanded it. And how they got zapped, when they didn’t obey. And still, everyone was having a lot of fun. Why couldn’t it always be so easy?

„Are you ready to play?“, he shouted at the cheering crowd, noticing that his voice sounded smashing today.

„Oh my god, it’s really him!“ 

„Nick, I love you! You’re my hero!“

Nick let his gaze wander around the crowd until he found a rather cute kitten in the corner to the right. He winked at her and she almost blacked out at that.

„Alright, 

Music on! 

Zapper on! 

Simon says the game begins!“

Nick started the game with his favorite call, because using it at the beginning meant that everyone would follow it. 

„Simon says, slap your face!“ 

It looked hilarious.

He was even more overwhelmed when the first loser went down under a massive flash of lighting that was accompanied by a fulminating thunder. This church was much better equipped than the little clubs he used to play in back in the day. 

After a few rounds he noticed that the players were real professionals, so this was going to be a long session. Usually it meant to be even more fun for him, but this time it could be that the winner was too worn out after this. He had to fasten things up.

„You’re fantastic, guys! I love this game! I love you! Do you love me?“

The players screamed across each other to display their affection.

„Bow down to me“, he demanded and indeed some people bowed, eager to show how much they loved their idol.

„I’m sorry my babies, I didn’t say Simon Says“, he apologizes with false compassion and enjoyed the great thunderbolt that almost blinded him.

Later a woman didn’t step on her own foot in time. Nick made a little dance when she got zapped and gained applause for it. If only someone made photos right now. He hadn’t felt so great in a long time and he wanted his fans to remember this day.

„Do you have fun, guys? No tricks this time!“, he shouted and held up his hands to prove that he wasn’t pressing any buttons to zap someone. The players jumped even higher, cheering and screaming louder. They should be really exhausted soon. Nick saw that their concentration faded and it didn’t take long until the next one went down dramatically. The smell of burned rubber filled the air and more and more zapped losers tossed about on the ground, moaning in pain.

The end of the game was near. 

Only three players were left and the kitten from the right corner was still there, even if she was already staggering. Nick guessed she couldn’t make it for long anymore. 

For his last rounds, he chose a row of harmless calls to make the players feel save again, until he sprang the trap. 

Two fell for it.

It was the girl and someone on the other side of the room who were running to nowhere fast.

„I didn’t say Simon Says“, he chanted, pointing at the two losers and letting the last bolt of lightning strike through the church. When the smoke faded away the kitten was still standing upright, looking around in surprise while everyone else was on the ground.

„And we have a winner! Yeah baby, it’s you! You’ve been fabulous!“

She could hardly believe her luck, screamed of joy and clapped her hands together while the organist played a cheery tune and the old lady announced her, Melissa Dupree, as the winner. No one questioned it as long as everyone was jolly.

She radiated with happiness when Nick presented her with the big shiny medal in the following ceremony, for that she had replaced the rubber suit with a colorful close-fitting dress.

„It was a pleasure to play with you guys! See you next time! Bye, bye“, Nick bowed out, drowning the noise of the loud moaning losers on the ground, a quite satisfying sight after such a great game. The winner was staring at him with wide eyes when he offered her his arm to lead her out of the church. She beamed brighter than her medal when they promenaded along the plastered rainbow but she also had a lot of questions.

„You did that for me, didn’t you?“, she said in a tone that told Nick she was melting away. „How did you do this?“

„Well…I just have a way with light, or lightning, if needed“, he answered mysteriously, making her giggle and wagger her finger at him.

„You’re a naughty boy, Nicky.“

He took the hand she held up, feeling her raging pulse.

„Forgive me luv, but I just couldn’t do this to you.“

To reinforce this he gently kissed her shivering hand, what made her moan with pleasure.

„Believe me, you deserve it anyway. You’ve been amazing until the end.“

„You really mean it, don’t you?“, she whispered, looking at him with her dark blue eyes that looked even bigger with the shiny white mask framing them. Their eyes met.

„I swear, I never cheated at Simon Says before. It’s a sacrilege!“, he pretended, slapping his hand on his forehead like he was really upset. Then he came closer and whispered: „You won’t tell anyone, won’t you?“

She giggled again.

„Huh…I can be a real chatterbox sometimes“, she said playfully and eyed him up. „Not sure if I can keep this a secret without any help.“

Nick liked her more and more.

„Let me help you, kitten. Come with me and we’ll have a lovely day.“ 

With that, he put his arm around her and she rested her head on his chest. 

He led her right to the Avalon Hotel, where the Wonderland Suite was waiting for them. 

He didn’t bring anyone into his house anymore because it kept being overrun by unannounced visitors. The suite at least had a secret exit he could use without almost killing himself. In addition, it made quite an impression to the fans when he brought them into the most expensive hotel in Wellington Wells that had everything: the red and golden carpets and furnishings, reverently bowing service staff that saluted him whenever he passed and finally his well-spaced ultramodern lounge in the suite.

Also Melissa stood there with a gaping mouth. „It’s so pretty.“

„It’s all for the two of us, baby,“ he purred and pulled her closer, what caused her to moan again with relish. „Oh Nicky…“

He silenced her with a lustful kiss and she leaned into it, wrapping her arms around him, made him feel how much she wanted him. Needed him. And he needed her. 

Long before they reached his bed her onetime perfect beehive hairdo was completely messed up, and his hair was probably too. Nick laid her down on the mattress and kneeled down at the edge of the bed, feeling her greedy stare on him. He raised himself up, clasping his hands behind his head.

„Do you love me, baby?“, he asked dramatically, presenting himself like an exhibition piece, ready to be judged.

„Yes, Nick…“ she sighted and came closer, her fingers touched his chest, making the cloth of his suit rustle promisingly. „You’re my hero…“ 

Now he shivered.

„Do you want me?“, he whispered in her ear and the started pulling at his jacket.

„Shag me, Nick Lightbearer! I’m all yours!“

That was what he wanted to hear. He grabbed her, pressed her into the mattress and 

everything the staff ever witnessed from this day were their screams that longed until the day passed into the night.

Nick woke up with a massive headache the next morning. He found himself lying on the sofa in the lounge in a rather uncomfortable position that made his muscles ache. The blonde girl lied next to him, still half undressed and snoring so loudly that he wondered how he had managed to fall asleep with her around. He clumsily crouched out of the lounge, not without tripping over empty bottles and spilled out pills. He missed the edge of the sofa and tumbled on the floor, now remembering why he liked the fluffy carpets so much.

Cold water..he needed cold water right now.

When he proceeded to stumble into the bathroom he felt his stomach turn badly and because he couldn’t run anywhere he let it all out right were he stood, before he moved on. He managed to get into the bathroom by clutching the doorframe and shoving himself in. When he was finally inside, he reached the tap at the third try, achieving that the ice cold water pattered right on his head. He jumped backwards, spluttering and cussing and dashed against the sink.

Now he was somewhat awake, he decided. And he was done with cold water for today. He somehow succeeded to turn off the tap without drowning himself and then he started to search the cabinet above the sink for his supply of Strawberry Joy. 

He couldn’t start the day without it. 

A lot of trash fell out and startled him before he finally found his pills. He greedily swallowed one and closed his eyes, waiting for the stimulating effect. He knew that after such a long night the substance needed more time to spread in his system, but eventually all the pain and anger vanished behind a cloud of pleasure. When he opened his eyes again the room glowed in the most beautiful colors. He could even look at his own face in the mirror again.

„Lovely day for it“, he greeted himself with a smashing smile.

His legs were still a bit wobbly when he walked back into the lounge. 

The girl in his bed…there was something about her…something important. 

Shit…why didn’t he make any notes? Or did he?

Nick searched his crumpled pieces of paper wich were filled with confusing words that were supposed to become lyrics someday. He could hardly read them because a big metal plate on the table was glowing in the sunshine and blinding him. He was about to throw the weird thing out of the window when he suddenly remembered something. 

The medal! Simon Says! 

He wanted it, but why? To pay his bills? No, who would take this as payment? 

Shit. Maybe he’d remember when he passed by the church again.

So Nick took the shiny medal and left his suite, wondering about what could’ve been his plan yesterday…if it had been yesterday. 

How did he even walk all the way to the church without being spotted by half the town? The moment he stepped out of the Avalon he was free to be assaulted. He was lucky that it was still early in the morning and not many people were already out there.

Nick sneaked along the side roads or hid behind newspapers, knowing how ridiculous he looked. He wouldn’t do that again soon. 

It was unavoidable that a constable caught him creeping around.

„Holy moly, Nick Lightbearer in person, in the middle of the street, unguarded!“, he shouted out before Nick could stop him.

„For heaven’s sake Constable, you wanna drum up the whole town?“

The bobby silenced and eyed him suspiciously.

„What are you doing out here anyway? It’s not save to leave your house without your personal guard“, he asked lifting an eyebrow.

„You know…just…taking a walk…it’s a wonderful morning“, Nick answered and faked a smile. He didn’t fool the bobby.

„You seem to be a bit nervous, Mr. Lightbearer. Did you take your Joy?“

Nick tensed. One pill probably wasn’t enough in his condition. Still, he decided to do something he usually never did. He pretended that everything was alright and thereby refused to pop another Joy. How was he supposed to remember the last day after all, if he took more? Could’ve stayed in bed just as well. But of course he looked even more suspicious now.

„Are you sure? I know better, but some people could mistake you for a downer“, the Constable said half jokingly and half warningly.

Nick affected a laugh.

„A downer, me! Ridiculous!“ He was serious about this. He didn’t want to be a downer at all. The word alone felt like a whiplash. But this time something was different.

„Downer…downer…“, he muttered to himself, as if the word wanted to tell him something.

„Are you alright Mr. Lightbearer?“, the bobby sounded concerned.

Suddenly Nick jumped up.

„Yeah, that’s it!“

The downer he met yesterday in the tunnels! He wanted the medal!

Excited about his discovery he stared into the eyes of the bobby until he realized what he was doing.

„I mean..uh…I better pop another Joy. You can never have to much Joy, right? Lovely day for it!“

He abandoned the confused constable to go for the next mood booth and get another pill. Now he was certain that he won’t forget again. This day became better and better. 

Now he also remembered how he had walked to the church without being seen. Some time later he entered the underground tunnels, thinking that this was actually not a bad place to hide. Sure, it was a bit dirty and not very homey but he could do something about that. This downer was quiet smart. What was his name again? Albert? Andrew? It was something with „A“ at least. 

Nick kept entertaining himself with his dizzy thoughts until he came to the spot where he wanted to meet the downer again.

[chromium7sky]

Damirae week day 1: Amnesia| You got me (crazy)

He was devastated.  

It was only 1 month before his wedding with Raven but things doesn't go as they plan, his fíancee where having her ultimate showdown battle with her father,  he almost lost her.  Lost in time and space.

She's trapped in forgotten dimension,  and thank god he has done some research to get her back with the help of other superheroes including John Constantine but....

Something went wrong. When he retrieve her back, the time and space travel were having difficulties due to the interference of her brothers who are still alive. Raven, who is now inherit her father's crown and title as Queen of the Under Realm used almost all of her power to prevent the assault but  whiplash happens when the power hit the barrier of time tunnel and almost hit Damian. Raven quickly shield him by wrapping her arm around her fíance and whisper to him that she loves him.

The shock from that whiplash made them stumbled and landed at the timeline just after Damian departure to fetch Raven from the ruin of Azarath.

The rest of the heroes who just watch him departure now puzzling as he comeback like it was a short distance walk journey. As Damian regain his senses, he quickly ask for medical team to take care of Raven who are now limping in his arm as she was heavily injured by the blow of her own power.

"I know Raven could heal herself in a miracle way but this damage on her head causing concussion,  perhaps it may lead to memory loss. Let us hope that it wasn't a big blow. " said Cyborg as he analyze the Mistress of Magic at the sick bay.

Damian Wayne who is now disgruntled with a twist felt in his stomach by the memory of seeing Raven being hit by the whiplash played over and over inside his head although they already in their safe haven. When Cyborg said hoping it wasn't a big blow,  he mentally frown. It is a BIG one.

Its been three days she's in coma,  he patiently waited by her side though, sometimes Bruce and his other Bat fam come and asked Damian to come home to get some rest and filling his stomach with some food. As he watch his fíanceè who is now unconcious on a clean white bed with bottle of IV punctured in her arms and the beeping sound of pulse monitor counting her pulse rate as well as her blood pressure,  the sight itself has killed his appetite somehow,  there is a long sofa nearby, so he decided to rest his tired shamrock eyes with a power nap.

Damian drifted  to sleep eventually,  Dick silently put a wooly nightwing-ish design blanket on his brother for comfort, thus, he and Kory took their turn to keep their eyes on Raven.

******** Damian's dream were unpleasant which he end up awake with heavy sweats and panting and he thought, perhaps, it  was the effect from the time and space travel. As he looked at Raven's bed, her face seems peacefully sleep despite all the beeping sound, machine were made.

Slowly he approach the bed and and sit on the chair has been recently placed there,  perhaps either by Dick or Kory. He rest his arm and his head at the edge of the bed while his finger tracing her palm and slowly wrap around her finger, then kiss her knuckle.

He sighed as he stared at her  that shown tranquility and peace. Seems like the sleepiness hasn't deserted him yet leading to few noded then he slowly land his head in the palm of unconcious Raven.

In a sudden, something awoken him. A twitch. He open his eyes as he seen her hands. Yes,  more responds!

He grab it with both of his hands discreetly and placed on his cheek as he observed her eyelashes begun to fluttered. His heart almost jumped as he seen her eyes opened. With all the hope and excitement, he take his breath and about to say something until...

"Who are you? And why are you hold my hand? "

*******

It's been months.

Raven now hang out at the justice hall after she's awaken is a good sign but the only thing that bothers him,  she... Doesn't remember about their relationship and their engagement.

She knew him,  the 'Damian Wayne' for his infamous brat attitude but what she didn't know that, both of them were suppose to be married two months ago and damn, he's a mess.

Sometimes she caught him staring at her while shes reading at the library,  sometimes when she walk in the garden.

Did they strike a conversation? Well, he tried but something kept holding him back like his father emergency meeting in Gotham,  Jon's calling from space mission. An ordinary person might throw their tantrum about it but Damian Wayne accept that now its not their time to have a deeper conversation. Yet.

******

She felt peaceful as she taking a stroll at the garden.  The flowers, trees, grass,  all of them seems like in heavenly. She remember something new today. A showdown. Something like that. She's fighting with something big.

It does ignite her magic and alter her appearance into the damn Queen of Darkness. She still wonder,  how did she end up on earth if she's already seal the dimension for good? She sighed and took a few step ahead and there, she saw him. A guy with complex aura surrounding him. Some of them are dark, some are sad, and the rest are bittersweet.

She's been wondering why she always bumped into him. Is he stalking her? Could it be, since he's the son of Batman. Maybe it's in their blood, she mentally chuckled.

"Hey, you! "

He look at her then slightly sneered.  "I have a name."

"Uh, Sorry, Mr. Damian Wayne. "

"It doesn't have to be THAT formal. "

Raven accidentally let out her snort. Quickly, she cover her mouth. She'd be damned if he heard... What? Is that a smile?

Before she's about to say,  his face change to his usual sour expression within nano second. "State your business then. " his stern voiced heard after a long silence.

"Oh uh... " she caught off guard.

"Well, nothing. Just wondering..." then her eyes caught up with a book he was holding that has pencil scribbled, more like doodling. "What are you doing?" she casually walk to him,  invading his personal space.

She could feel the intensity of his eyes as he gaze at her then shifted to the tree view. "Some research. " he blurted out automatically.

"Oh? " She was curious though. Everytime when she meet him, it feels like her body drawn to him like almost wanted to embrace every single of his being. She quickly discarded the thought. 'Damn twilight,' she cursed under her breath for reading cheesy supernatural novel.

"You seems tense?" Damian close the book and tidy up his tools.

"I don't know. I kind of trying to put up some missing puzzle of my memory. " Raven rubbed her chin as she stared blankly at Damian's shirt. Unintentionally.

Damian, uncomfortable of being stared, cleared his throat that made Raven jumped abit from her short daydream.

"You need help?" Damian, volunteer himself.

"You want to help me? " Raven in disbelief as the Son of Batman offered himself. This is rare.

"I could help to sketch out by the description, who knows, it might help you remember something," said the dark hair man as he casually dust off his pant and shirt.

"Well... Let's go! " Raven,  unconciously take his hand. She realise with sudden unusual movement as her eyes went wide just a second and slowly let go of him. "I'm sorry. I... Don't know what is happening. But it seems we kinda really close before I've lost my memory," she tried to laugh. Trying to make it less awkward.

When she saw his face, She saw something in his eyes; a melancholic, sad, and heavy gaze, of wanting to be acceptance.

"Perhaps. "

He turn his back on her, "Follow me."

Raven, bit her lips to keep her from being nervous, followed him as they making their way to Damian's specialize facility. A laboratory.

When both of them enter the building,  everything seems familiar to her. All the passage, the door,  the interior design; It feels like home. Damian put his sketch tool on work bench nearby the super computer and pulled out the chair and offer Raven to sit.

"I'm just gonna go fresh up abit,  then we'll start the session. "

"Got it."

"And... " Damian paused as he tried to remember something.

"Don't touch anything on that table. " he point out an area where it filled with microscope and some are advance machinery. Is that a laser?

"I am not a child, Damian Wayne. " Raven pouted.

"Then act like an adult. " Damian huffed and disappear into his room.

"Jerk." as the young lady fold her hand and sit on the chair quietly.

***** Its been 20 minutes, she looks at the clock then at the room where Damian disappear. She's rocking her chair back and forth while her eyes roaming everywhere.

Suddenly, she saw the sketch book on the table where Damian left earlier. The dark color seems intriguing for her to open its content. To reveal the mystery.

'I hate being curious cat but.... Why not take a little peek? ' her heart begging her to see. Raven take a deep breath then slowly she lean on the table to take a closer look on Damian's sketch book.

Slowly she open those black leather cover, and she almost fell off from her chair! The first drawing who greet her is her own potrait. Realistic and detail drawing of her face.

Her heart is pounding fast. 'What did I do to this guy? ' then she open up the next page. There were several person she could recognise like Dick,  Kory,  Mari,  some old man,  his other brothers and Bruce.

When she flip for more she saw her again,  this time she was hanging out with a creature,  a fluffy beast with batwing and ring on his nose.

As she flip,  she saw her,  sketches of her in simple line,  sometimes in complex mesh and shade. Different expression, even with dialogue. 'Did i ever said some of these line? ' as she read it because some of them are cheesy and romantic.

After almost all pages, her shaky hands close the book. 'Who is this guy to me? ' Raven feeling confused and nervous and her eyes looked at his door. This time,  she need to see inside for some answers.

She trust her instinct as she walked to his door. She gently knock but... No answer. Her hand slowly twisted the door knob and open the door.

She actually went into Damian Wayne's room. This is crazy, and her body made its own decision as if she's done it thousands time. She'll definitely in big trouble.

******** She's in his room. HIS ROOM!! Carefully she walking around, she saw a potrait of her hanging on the wall opposite to his bed. It was really her, in precise color. She felt her heart jump a little. "I don't think we're bestfriend. This is much more.... " her whisper trailed off as she mesmerized with his work.

"Are kidding me? What are you doing in my room?!"

Raven wince when she heard it.

"Look,  I'm sorry. I know i'm kinda bit annoying but your work did took my breaaaaaAAAAA!!!! "she quickly close her eyes.

Oh, dear.  Damian is in towel stood in front of her as he just come out from his shower.  Ah, no wonder he took a long time.

"What part you don't understand about..."

"Well, I didn't touch anything on that table. " Raven defend herself as she keep her eyes closed.

She could heard him sighed. "I did say 'act like an adult.'"

"Well,  Damian Wayne. Try to elaborate what act like adult means!" Raven then turn around from looking at him.

"Like talk to me like a person.  Not like a GODDAMN idiot who didn't look at me."

"I am not an idiot! " as she's annoyed as she facing him.

"Good. "

However, she tried not to focus on him,  his wet hair, those intense green eyes and his uncovered torso. Damn...

Damian crossed his arm. Amnesia or not, she has violated his personal space, not that Damian would care but still!

"I have so many question to ask. " Raven almost whispers.  "About the picture,  the sketch,  this familiar building. I... " she rub her arm as she try to sort out her mixture feeling. Embarassed, confused, happy, excited. What's with all of this whenever she's with him?

Damian arched his brow as he listen attentively. Tt, Of course she has seen his sketches.

"I feel... Happy whenever i see you. I feel like i want to hug you, some sort... Ugh this is sound insane." she closed her face with her palm. Damian definitely gonna call her pervert especially in this situation.

Damian slightly amused,  it was like listening to her first confession 8 years ago. Slowly he sit on his chair nearby.

"Why don't you take a seat? " Damian point out the chair in front of him.

"Uh... " Raven still feel nervous about it. Damian, in his towel. Sitting on that chair with arm and leg crossed.

"I won't bite."

She sneered then sighed as she landed on the leathered chair. "This chair is making me nervous. As i was saying..." she put her hands on her chest.

"I don't think you and I were bestfriend,  Mr. Wayne. I think its likely more than that. "

Did she Friendzone me? Damian's mind irritated by her statement. How dare she -

"I was so wrong about this, this miscomunication. Maybe I've interpreted it wrong. Maybe I didn't trust my intuition enough. I..I should have trust it but I'm afraid seeing you in sour expression and your cold atittude,  i'm afraid that i might only have one-side feeling. "

Yep. Definitely like the first confession, he mentally noted.

"Have you ever heard about don't judge a book by its cover? " Damian leaned on his desk as he close up to her. Seeing her red wine eyes sparkles against the light in his room. Her soft lavender color hair.  Her red ruby lip which he missed so much.

"Yeah, i know. But still,  who am I to you?" as she dared to look into his shamrock green eyes. Hoping to find the answers.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that, Miss Roth." Damian still exhibit his seriousness.  Raven hold up her emotion because something inside her like about to burst open and hell, she felt like she wants to give that jerk a thousand kiss on his face.

"But..."

"Uh?" Raven jumped a bit as Damian held his hand to her.

"You're an empath, right? I want you to feel it." She could feel heavy emotion behind his gaze. Slowly she reached out her hand towards him.

Damian,  grab her hand and begun to exhaled.

Raven were drowning.

Drowning with his emotion. Those heavy burden, sadness, bitter and anger hit her like  waterfall! After the intense wave, she suddenly felt butterfly in her stomach. This is so warm. This center feeling.

It feels like she wraping herself in a blanket on the cold night,  comforting and safe.

When she open her eyes she saw his vulnerable expression. She never seen him in that face before. A longing.

Then, she realise the scar that marked horizontally on his stomach. She touched it, unintentionally. "Home..."

"Home? " Damian almost lose out his emotion in his voice.

"Home is when you go there... " Raven remember the line.

"They have to take you in." Damian continue the quote from his favourite poet.

"This scars... I remember Hell, the titans, YOU. " as she squeeze out her memory.

"I was suppose to stay there,  to watch my father but why I'm... " Raven bit her lips. "Why? Why i'm here, Damian? I had to seal the dimension so that they could not harm the other dimension. " her tears start to blooming. "That is not your home. You deserve more than that hellish place, Raven. " Damian took his courage as he caressed her cheek, wiped out the tears.

"You doesn't seem content with the place. That is not your home. " both of his hand now on both of her cheek while he gaze into her eyes.

"Sometimes Home has a heartbeat, two arms and a soul. " he smiled. "It doesn't have to be a place. " he added.

"I... I.. " Raven getting choked up.

Tears start to rolled on her cheeks and without any hesitate,  Damian give her a kiss. Long and still.

She felt everything connected,  her memories, his emotion. Eureka!

Things in his room starts to float like its in zero gravity due to the intense emotion she felt. The bliss that makes her wants to reach for the stars.

Both of them withdrawn each other and placing their forehead together, savouring it. "I remember. " she whispers and yet she still cried.

Damian chuckled as he tug her hair behind her ears. He looked at her beneath his long lashes which made her heart fluttered.

"I am home with you. " she repeat her words during their depature from ruin of Azarath before their time travel goes wrong.

"All you need is a kiss to remember? " she can hear his giggle in his words. "A true love kiss. " as he peck her cheek.

"Since when Damian Wayne being cheesy romantic? " she teased him.

"Just come here. " as his arm wide open waiting for her. "I miss you. "

Raven scoffed then gloomped at the young man. "I'm home," she whisper as she bury her face at his collar,  inhaled his freshly after shower scent,  imprinting in her memory.

"Welcome back. " Damian wrap his arm on her body, it feels perfect. How he miss her so much! He give a kiss and landed his cheek on her hair.

Bonus:

[coffeebeandragon]

Sweet Dreams a TRR AU

This a The Royal Romance sort-of AU. I had an idea for a series and decided to give it a go. Hope you like it!

Chapter 2: Leather

Pairing: MC (Naomi Summers) x Drake, MC x Liam

Word Count: ~2700

Warnings: Mild swearing, NSFW

Tag List: @fluffy-marshmallow-heart, @drakesensworld

Catch up on Chapter 1: Secrets in Paris

LEATHER

“You need to sober up.” Liam put a coffee and some saltines in front of Drake. “We’ll be landing in ten minutes.”

“She could be anywhere.” Drake groaned into his hands. “Paris is a huge city—”

“Not as big as New York” Maxwell chirped from the corner. “And we found her there.”

“That was a one in a million encounter.”

“Little Blossom is one in a million.” Maxwell looked up from the in-flight phone. He had excused himself from conversation to use it, something about ‘urgent matters’. Liam was too distracted to inquire what Maxwell’s definition of ‘urgent’ was. Maxwell went back to muttering into the receiver, so Liam turned his full attention on Drake.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Liam put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder even though Drake tried to shrug it off. “We’re all upset by this—”

“Upset?” Drake took an angry bite out of the crackers, before spitting it out into a napkin. “I’m upset that you’re feeding me this garbage. I’m not upset about Summers, I’m fucking pissed. How could you do that, Li? You were supposed to protect her.”

“I am protecting her.” Liam sighed. “We’ve gone over this, Drake.”

“She’s definitely not safe and now she’s missing and all because Tariq…”

“I know he stepped out of line.”

“You call trying to rape a girl ‘out of line’?” Drake smacked Liam’s hand away from his shoulder, harder this time. “Something could have happened to her! You’re lucky I was there—”

“What do you mean, ‘you were there’?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. She’s gone.”

Drake shot straight out of his seat and slammed the bathroom door. Everything went quiet, until Maxwell popped over to Liam and sat down, looking the most concerned Liam had ever seen him. It would’ve been excruciating, like looking at a puppy getting kicked, but Liam was already getting kicked by his best friend.

“Maxwell… does it…” Liam cleared his throat. “Does it seem like Drake is having an extreme reaction to Lady Naomi’s absence?”

“Ya know, Li…” Maxwell shifted his eyes down. “I think we’re all just really tired, and they’re really close friends you know.”

“Yeah I know.” Liam went over all the events in his brain, trying to remember them together but he couldn’t. He was so focused on the stupid events and getting Naomi to like him that he couldn’t remember anything. “You know I asked him to look after her for me?”

“Why? Didn’t think I was up to the job?”

“It’s not that, Maxwell… It’s just, I don’t know. I have this feeling that maybe this is all my fault.” Liam himself wasn’t even sure was ‘this’ was, but it was starting to feel worse by the second. “I’m sorry to bother you with this. You’ve been great.”

“We’re gonna find her.” Maxwell shoved a couple crackers in his mouth, chewing haphazardly. “Naomi’s smart, she should be easy to find. In fact, I already have a lead.”

***

Naomi woke up a little hungover and more than a little heartbroken. She went over into the living room where Sierra was already nursing Bartie. It was nice to have someone around, some to talk to, after it all. She opened her mouth to speak, but then the phone rang and Sierra yanked up her shirt and handed Naomi the baby, dashing off to the bedroom. Naomi put Bartie in the high chair, played peek-a-boo, got him a bowl of cereal. It was a few minutes before she heard his mother’s footsteps again.

“Who was that on the phone?” Naomi stacked cereal on Bartie’s tray in a little tower. He loved to knock it down and do it all over again. “Bartie keeps destroying my towers. Godzilla baby!”

“No one.” Bartie clapped his hands when his mother strolled back into the kitchen, smiling as usual but with a little crease of worry etched in her forehead. “Do you like scrambled or over-easy?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine.” Naomi ruffled the baby’s hair and stood up quickly. “Do you mind if I use the phone?”

“It’s in the other room.” Sierra waved a spatula over her shoulder. “I’m gonna eat without you if you don’t make it quick. A mama’s gotta eat.”

Naomi didn’t say anything as she slipped into Sierra’s bedroom. A crib, a bed, a dresser— still no family photos. The phone sat on the edge of the nightstand. A perfect picture of Sierra and Bartie smiling at a café, no father at all. Naomi opened the phone to the last called number, listening to it ring in time with her nervous heart.

“The call you have made cannot be completed as dialed.”

“Damn it.” Naomi set the phone down. She was sure she heard Sierra talking to someone. And that weird sound last night, it almost sounded like a man’s voice. Not Drake but familiar. She had definitely heard a ‘Drake’. She could be crazy, but it was even crazier that this woman was letting her stay and she seemed so familiar... What had she said about Cordonia? Everything was starting to get a little muddled. She shouldn’t have done it, but she couldn’t stop. She had to know who Sierra really was.

Flipping open the phone, she scrolled straight down the photos. Baby pictures, memes, everything in order… until she got to the bottom. Sierra, so young and gorgeous, in a baby pink ballgown. She was on a worn-in leather couch, smiling, her cheeks rosy. She knew that couch. She started at the phone until her memories took over. That kiss, then another, then another. A shirt being pulled up ever so slowly…

***

The morning of the Beaumont Bash. The cleaners had cancelled. The help had cancelled. Totally normal, right? Except they were having a party later that day. Maxwell and Bertrand had been arguing nonstop. Naomi tried to focus on cleaning, arranging flowers with Drake, but the shouting got louder and louder.

“Just don’t listen to it.” Drake was pushing stems around. “Hey, I’m getting pretty good at—”

“Dammit, Drake, we need to talk about the other night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned and went to the other vase, but Naomi followed him. “Come on, Summers, we can’t be doing this.”

“We’re talking.” She sidled up to him, purposefully moving closer to him, like she was looking at the flowers. “Totally innocent.”

“Nothing about you is totally innocent…” He turned toward her, his brown eyes boring into hers, his jaw set. She could almost feel the pure want in his eyes, staring into hers. He took a ragged breath and moved his hand to the same stem she was holding. She wanted to press into him, but she couldn’t get any closer without it being obvious. His pinky moved to stroke the inside of her palm, so slowly. Her heartbeat sped up to match his as he breathed out. “Summers, we just can’t—”

“We’re going to the store!” Maxwell burst out of the study and they jumped apart. “Need some more champagne! You know I like to get down!”

“And napkins, Maxwell.” Bertrand trailed him sternly, carefully closing the door behind him and locking it. “We actually need napkins.”

“Need anything while we’re out?” Maxwell grinned at them. “Candy? Condoms?”

“Maxwell!” Bertrand scolded, while both Drake and Naomi blushed at the floor. “That is highly inappropriate!”

“It’s from a movie.” Maxwell frowned. “Get with the times! They know I’m joking.”

“We’re fine, Max.” Naomi tried to fix her face into something casual. “Have fun.”

Maxwell and Bertrand left without another word. Drake had carefully moved himself to the other side of the room, but Naomi trailed after him.

“Hey, did you see that?”

“Us almost getting caught? Yeah, I saw it.” Drake frowned as Naomi smiled mischievously. “Oh god, what’s that look for?”

“Did you see how Bertrand locked the study door? This whole thing is weird, you know?”

“I’m just here to help.”

“You’re here for the free whiskey.” Naomi grinned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the study door. She got down on the ground and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, twisting it to jimmy the lock. “Are you gonna stand there or help me?”

“I’m just here to watch… Uh, keep watch… You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You can admit you like it when I’m on my knees.” She grinned up at him as he blushed, but didn’t say anything. Finally, the door popped and swung open. “Aha! See? Easy!”

“Alright, you first then.” Drake held the door open for her, ushering her inside before clicking it shut. “You’re a real James Bond.”

“Does that make you a Bond girl?” Naomi grinned, before heading over to the bookshelf. “You think they have a secret passageway in here?”

“If Maxwell had his way, then sure.” Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “We probably shouldn’t be in here.”

“We’ll just tell them we got lost. It’s gonna be at least an hour. Shopping with Maxwell is… Let’s just say you would hate it.”

“Heh. You’re probably right…” Drake looked at her again, with those brown eyes. She could feel them on her back even though she couldn’t see him. She knew his eyes were tracing over the back of her. She smiled to herself at the thought. “Hey, Summers…”

She turned back around to realize he was right behind her. She could feel him towering over her, his breath on her ear as he bent to kiss her neck. She felt an electric pulse go through her whole body as his lips met her skin.

“Drake…” Naomi looked up at him through her lashes, at his square jaw, the stubble lining it, his brown eyes, his broad shoulders. She let her hand creep up his arm until her fingers were tracing his Adam’s apple then tangling up in his hair. She licked her lips, feeling his dick press onto her thigh, so hard. His eyes dark with lust. She breathed onto his jaw, the whisper of a kiss. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Summers. More than anything in this world.”

She pushed her lips to his, without thinking, unable to bear another second without his mouth on her. She opened up to him as he explored her mouth, gently biting and sucking on her bottom lip, his hands roaming over her body, over her hips and ass. She moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling him smile through the kiss at the sound. He knew she wanted this. She knew he wanted this.

Without another word, Drake pushed everything on the desk onto the floor with one sweep of his arm. He lifted her up onto it as he raced to lift her shirt off somehow never breaking their kiss. Naomi could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her hands trembled over the buttons on his denim shirt. She felt one hand behind her trying to undo her bra and the other tangling up in her by the nape of her neck. Finally, she pushed him away and he was breathing hard, only in a tight t-shirt now, his eyes trailing her up and down, as she slowly slid her arms out of her bra straps. She wiggled out of her jeans and turned around as she pulled off her own underwear, excruciatingly slow.

“Do you like it?”

“I think I’d better get a closer look.”

Then, in one motion, he scooped her up into his arms, placing her on her back on the couch. He hovered over her, pulling his shirt over his unbearably slow revealing his rippling abs to her one by one. She saw a flicker of something blue, before her eyes fluttered shut. His mouth was trailing hot and wet down her neck, over her collarbone, finally finding her breast and popping a nipple in his mouth while he gently pinched the other one. He went lower and lower until he found her, ready for him, before he dove into her folds with his tongue and pleasure exploded in her body. He kissed and licked her as she moaned, her hands going through his dark hair.

“Please, more.” At that he went even slower, teasing her, before pressing a finger right at her entrance. She wiggled, dangerously close; it was so much, his mouth, his hands, then he finally put his finger in, moving in and out, and then pumping faster until she came apart around his fingers and she cried his name out. “God, take me, Drake!”

He came up and kissed her so she could lick her own juices from his face, grabbing his length and guiding him over to her. With that, he entered her in own swift motion and they both cried out at the feeling of being whole, being finally together. He moved inside her, peppering her face with kisses, increasing his speed gently until he felt her nails on her back and her breath so fast and so shallow. He put his hand on her neck gently, so he could lift up and see himself pushing in and out of her. How beautiful she looked taking it. He felt her start to tighten around him so he kissed her again, before growling.

“That’s it, baby. Come on.” He pumped in and out of her mercilessly before she came undone again. Then he groaned, spilling himself inside her, refusing to move. They held each other on the leather couch, so close, so together, in absolute bliss.

***

Focus. Focus on right now. She looked back at the phone. Sierra on the leather couch. She wondered if her experience on the couch had been as good as hers. She smiled and then wiped it away. She had to focus, not get stuck in daydreams. It could’ve been any couch right? People had leather couches everywhere. She was seeing things. She wanted to see that couch right?  Naomi stared at the photo until her eyes started to hurt. What was happening?

“Eggs are done.” Sierra called into the room from the kitchen.

“Coming!” Naomi set the phone down, exactly as she found it, and went over for breakfast. Sierra was already seated with her plate, airplaning food into Bartie’s mouth. Naomi looked at her own plate, suddenly feeling sick. Eggs weren’t a great hangover food. “Thanks for the eggs.”

“You should have my brother’s eggs.” Sierra didn’t look over. “He loves breakfast food.”

“Tell me more.” Naomi pushed her eggs around with her fork, still watching Sierra, worried she didn’t know her well enough to start asking prying questions. “About your brother, I mean. There aren’t many pictures in here.”

“Well he’s not exactly a snazzy dresser.” Sierra rolled her eyes. “He’s a simple guy, but good, you know? He really means well.”

“Does he help with Bartie?” Naomi tried to sound casual. Not ask anything about any couches or pictures or anything suspicious. “Is he in Paris?”

“He, uh, went to college in America so I don’t hear so much from him anymore.”

“That’s too bad.” Naomi took a bite of egg, then pushed her food away. She normally loved eggs. Maybe it was because they were scrambled. Just didn’t look right. “I don’t hear from anybody either.”

“Alone in the world, huh?” Sierra smiled kindly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Right beneath her ear, was a little blue fish tattoo. It was practically a sliver but incredibly detailed. It was beautiful. The longer Naomi looked at it, the more she couldn’t unsee it. “Staring at my tattoo?”

“Its gorgeous.” Naomi swallowed., pushing memories back down. “Something special about the fish?”

“My brother and I used to go fishing with our dad.” Sierra sighed happily wiping Bartie’s chin. “He has one, too, my brother, on his ribcage. His is a lot bigger than mine, but—”

Naomi ran out of the room, straight into the bathroom and threw up, but all she could see was that fish tattoo hovering over her on that leather couch.

“Are you okay?” Sierra called after her. “Too much wine?”

“Something like that.” Naomi wiped her mouth off. Hoping it wasn’t what she was starting to suspect.

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Inverted Character Intros 4/7: Marvin

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The party in the penthouse was still going late into the night. Honestly, it probably should have stopped long ago, considering the state half the guests were in. But the other half was keeping up the wild energy, downing drinks like crazy, jumping around in the middle of the impromptu dance floor, shouting out their conversations. It was surprising that the neighbors downstairs hadn’t called the police with a noise complaint yet. Maybe they’d just resigned themselves to their fate. All the normal lights were turned off, replaced by red and blue and pink party lights that made designs on the heads of the crowd. Music was pumping from a state-of-the-art stereo system.

Parties like this always attracted weird people. The hostess expected it, encouraged it even, but she’d never seen someone like this before. Not because he was particularly strange, but because...he wasn’t. She stared at him from across the room. He was just standing in a doorway, nursing a drink, watching the party. He was wearing a cape and a strange mask, which, in the hostess’s experience, meant he was one of the crazy ones. But he was just standing there. He hadn’t moved at all the entire night, and despite the cup in his hand he wasn’t drinking.

People came to these parties to go insane for a night. Everyone in the city knew this. The hostess finally decided to approach him and figure out what the deal was. She edged her way around the mass of flailing limbs that was the dance floor and sidled up next to him. “You enjoying yourself?” she asked, raising her voice a bit so he could hear her over the loud music.

His eyes snapped to hers. “Not yet,” he replied. He didn’t shout, but she could hear him perfectly.

“Well, the enjoyment of my guests is important to me,” she told him. “What can I do for you?”

The masked man hummed. “I don’t know. How many people are here?”

Odd question. But some people had issues with crowds, so she shrugged it off. “I dunno. I don’t invite people, I just open the door and let them come in. I think on average it’s about a hundred or two.”

“Nice.” He nodded, looking thoughtful.

“Yeah it is!” The hostess said, beaming. “I got the most popular parties in the city.” The man didn’t say anything, just turned and looked back at the party. He was...weirding her out a bit. “Maybe you just need a new drink,” she suggested. “Then you’ll start to loosen up.”

“That’s a good idea, actually. See you later.” He pushed away from his spot and walked toward one of the refreshment tables. The hostess watched him go. She decided to keep an eye on him. Just in case.

It was starting to look like the party would last all night. People showed up, people left if they were able, but the energy didn’t die down no matter what. The hostess left the dance floor to go get a drink. Not alcohol, she never drank, but just a regular refreshment. She tripped over someone who’d passed out. Not uncommon, but usually the wasted people either had the sense to stumble over to the edges of whichever room they were in, or their friends were able to carry them out of the way. This dude was right in the middle of the path to the refreshments.

The hostess frowned. That wasn’t a good sign. She knelt by the unconscious man, checking his pulse. It was as strong as it could be. She pulled back his eyelids to check his pupils. His eyes immediately rolled back, but she noticed his pupils were super dilated and tiny. Probably a problem. Now, she began to notice other strange things. The veins of his face were sticking out, and slightly purple in color. His temperature was unusually high. Despite being unconscious, he was breathing rapidly and shallowly. Was this a drug of some kind? She didn’t allow such things at her parties. Maybe she should call the police...

A few minutes later, she noticed a woman who’d passed out in the doorway to the kitchen. She was showing the same symptoms. And only moments later, a couple were knocked out on a couch, looking the same. Had someone smuggled some new drug into the party? God, she hoped it wasn’t too dangerous.

But an hour later, she was forced to conclude that it was, in fact, dangerous. At least a third of the party had passed out due to...whatever this was. The hostess, seriously worried, went into the kitchen, which was relatively empty of people and noise. She dodged a couple more unconscious people and pulled out her cellphone.

“Hey, it’s you again.” The hostess looked to her left and saw the masked man, sitting on one of her kitchen counters, reading something on his phone. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh. Hey.” She’d totally forgotten that she wanted to keep an eye on him. He was probably fine, she’d seen him hanging out normally. “I was having a great time a little bit ago, but now...people are acting weird. Passing out with weird...I dunno, symptoms? I think it’s a drug so I’m calling the cops.”

The man stood up, stretching. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“What? People could be dying!”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Okay. She was right to be concerned about this dude. She stared at him as she dialed emergency and raised the phone to her ear. His eyes were reflecting the purple party lighting. By this point, she’d forgotten she hadn’t hung any purple lights. She just listened to the dial tone on her phone as it rang...and rang...and rang...and rang...

The masked man walked up to her. “You know, for someone who runs crazy parties like this, you’re a very responsible person.”

“Uh, thanks.” Someone on the other side should’ve picked up by now. It wasn’t a personal number, it was emergency for god’s sake. “Who-who are you again?”

He smiled. “I’m the evening’s entertainment, of course!”

Before the hostess could say anything, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Violet lightning raced down her arm. Her muscles spasmed and jerked, and when the lightning reached her head seconds later she didn’t even have time to yell before she was knocked out.

A few days later, Marvin was in the basement of the hideout, leaning against a wooden door. Strange symbols were scribbled around the doorframe in what looked like charcoal, but was actually a lot harder to wipe away. He was scrolling through a local news website on his phone. Somebody finally reported the hostess missing.

The article he was reading said she was last seen at her party, or as the media had begun calling it, “The Penthouse Pass-Out.” Stupid name. True, everyone who’d touched any of the refreshments had been affected by the Langoreem’Ysca spell, but they hadn’t really passed out. They all reported being conscious, but too sick to respond. Feverish, nauseous, weak,dizzy...thirteen who’d had too much alcohol had been rushed to the hospital. Of those, seven hadn’t made it. Interesting numbers. Significant.

Marvin decided to call that a successful test. Next, there was a level two version of the Langoreem’Ysca that he was dying to test out. This one happened with no complications, so the next one should work perfectly! He just needed another large group of people...

Actually, there had been one complication. That hostess. She got in the way. But at least he got something out of that. Marvin had a lot of spells he was excited to use. But most of them required a “volunteer.” He needed somebody to test them on, and his last volunteer...well, he decided it was fortunate that he’d picked that party to go to. Saved him a lot of effort.

Marvin leaned over and picked up the leather-bound book he’d laid by his feet earlier. Then he turned and opened the door, revealing steps leading downward still. He adjusted his mask, smiled, and climbed down the staircase, shutting the door behind him.

Everyone knows the evil Marvin concept. I’ve seen a lot of writers put their own spin on it, and now it’s my turn! I honestly had trouble writing this one, because I didn’t know how to introduce his motivation and...activities without the story being too similar to Schneep’s or Jameson’s. Eventually I got this idea, and it reminded me of Jack’s Party Hard series, and I decided to roll with it.

Inverted!Marvin is a black magic magician, which means he’s pretty far gone. Black magic will mess with your mind, alter your perceptions, but sometimes you’re able to climb back out of the pond you’ve fallen in. Inverted!Marvin fell deep into black magic and doesn’t care enough to find his way to the surface. Why would he? These spells give him so much power and he loves every second of it. He’s pretty calm and composed most of the time, but sometimes, when he’s used a lot of magic in a short period of time—well, you should probably avoid him. His relationship with most of the other Inverted!boys is a bit strained. He’s kind of a loner, and most of the time he stays shut up in his part of the basement and practices spells...on people. But he does at least tolerate the others, and they in turn realize “hey, this dude is pretty powerful, let’s not be his enemies.”

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This might be total crap but here's a Beat fic.

I decided to rewatch some of the show and somehow it was even better the second time. I didnt even notice at first that Beat is definitely bisexual, he really does do drugs 24/7, and oh my God he looks so cute when he sleeps. That scene where Paul wakes him up with the music killed me. Anyways here's a fic where Beat kinda OD's and is a just an unhealthy person in general. I forgot some people's names too, oh well.

The beat coursed through him, making it's way through his body which felt alive with the unnatural fire he'd gotten so used to. Or maybe that was the drugs... After all, he was the human embodiment of the club scene. Beat couldn't have been a more fitting nickname.

He hadn't been keeping track of the various pills and powders he'd been given over the course of the night. He found himself clinging to his glass of vodka in a vain attempt to muffle the stimulants. Above Beat's head were the muted colors of the club's lights, seemingly blurring and swirling together like the bodies around him. With every flash he felt his heart rate quicken but he didn't stop jumping and dancing with the music. Sweat dripped down his bare skin, t-shirt long forgotten. An unexpected shiver ran through his spine, and for a moment he couldn't tell if he was hot or cold as his skin flushed.

It took him a moment to realize someone was saying his name through the loud, pulsing music.

"Beat," they said, trying to get his attention. It was another friend of Paul's, someone Beat saw most nights. The man grabbed his hand and closed it around Beat's as he kissed Beat's neck seductively.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the small white tablet in his palm.

"A gift." The guy said smiling. "I owed you one for last week, remember?" Beat didn't remember, but it sounded plausible enough. So without another thought he swallowed the pill and went back to dancing. There were a few women hovering around him but he wasn't paying attention. Beat closed his eyes and felt time slow down, this was why he did it. The drugs, late nights, music, and dancing, for perfect moments like this. The moment was cut short however when he felt that unpleasant shiver again, he put his hands on his knees and tried to take a few deep breaths which only served to make him a little dizzy. Time was somehow lost in the club but Beat was starting to think it's time to head home for the night. He'd been partying since they opened late afternoon and by now it was well into the early morning. There were too many people around, it was getting hard to breathe. Beat crossed the room towards the bar. He leaned over the edge, exchanging his empty cup for his T-shirt and jacket stashed below the counter.

"I'm heading out." Beat said, leaning heavily on the bar. It was as if the moment he stopped moving the energy was suddenly gone from his body, but at the same time he could still feel his heart racing along with the rhythmic shaking of his leg.

"Trying to get out of closing again? If you don't help I'm gonna have to put a limit on those free drinks." His friend joked. But taking another look at him, something seemed off, maybe it was best that he left now. "I'm just messing with you, Beat, go home you look like shit."

"Thanks, man." Beat said as he pulled his jacket on, genuinely meaning it. Weaving through the dancing mass of people toward the backdoor, Beat was glad he was leaving. He just needed some fresh air. Once he was outside Beat was assaulted with a cold breeze, or at least cold in comparison to the temp. inside. He wrapped his jacket around himself tighter. Being outside didn't help as much as he had hoped. His chest was starting to feel tight and a shooting pain had him stopping in his tracks. He groaned, putting a hand to his chest, willing it to slow down. His place was only a short walk from here so when the chest painkept coming, he decided not to stop until he could collapse onto his sofa. Beat was no stranger to overdoing it with the drugs, every so often his body would protest this crazy lifestyle, but somehow tonight felt different.

By the time he got to the stairs leading up to his apartment he was out breath. The clenched muscles in his chest made it difficult to take in a full breath of air. You know what to do, Beat, he thought to himself, just a glass of water and some rest and I'll be good as new. He practically dragged himself up the last few steps using the handrails and went straight to the kitchen. Janik was a light sleeper so no matter how quiet he was, he'd probably wake him up. Although he didn't end up being very quiet at all. The glass fumbled in his hands, falling to the floor with a thud, luckily it didn't break. He pushed through the lightheadedness and pain to try again. This time successfully filling it with water which he drank in several seconds. Beat was about to fill it again when Janik appeared in his bedroom doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What are you doing, Beat? It's almost four in the morning for fuck's sake. I have work tomorrow and so do you, with whatever shady side-job you've got going right now." Janik paused, leaning against the door frame. "When are you gonna stop living like this?" He asked, his voice sounding more concerned than judgemental. Beat leaned over the sink, letting his head fall forward. When he didn't reply, Janik walked further into the room. Now that his eyes were better adjusted to the dim lighting, he saw how his roommates shoulders were shaking. His skin looked flushed and clammy even in the low lighting.

"Hey, you okay Beat?" Janik asked. Beat only hummed his response. This was starting to seem unusual.

"Yeah, Janik, I'm fine. I just need to sit down a bit." He said casually before proceeding to sit down right where he was on the kitchen floor. Okay, now he was really concerned. Janik walked around the couch to where Beat sat, leaning his head against the cupboards, eyes closed. His hand didn't even have to reach his skin to know Beat had a high fever.

"You're practically, hyperthermic!" Janik scolded. "Open your eyes." Beat let out a quiet whine. "Look at me." This time Janik gripped his chin and Beat had no choice but to look up at his friend. Just as he suspected, Beat's pupils were about twice the size they should be. "Okay stay right here." Janik said running to get his med. bag.

"I wasn't going anywhere anyways." Beat said sarcastically, but stopped when he realized his chest couldn't keep up with him talking on top of trying to breathe normally. He ran his shaking hands over his short hair while he wheezed which quickly turned into a sputtering cough. It felt like eternity before Janik returned. He even considered just getting up and going to bed. In reality it only took Janik a couple minutes to gather what he needed. Janik didn't bother asking what he took knowing it was likely some combination of MDMA, cocaine, amphetamines, and alcohol to top it off.

"Okay Beat you're hot and dehydrated so I'm gonna give you an IV, okay?" Beat nodded, it wasn't his first IV if he was being honest. "This is gonna cool you down and help your body deal with the drugs." If he had an entire ambulance at his disposal Janik probably would have done more but they would have to make do with what he had at home.

Beat felt a sharp prick then coldness spreading up his arm, but he was only dimly aware of how strange the sensation was. His roommate sat with him on the kitchen floor for a while, neither saying much.

"Thanks, Janik, I don't know what I would do without you." Beat said, lazily trailing his eyes up to meet his roommate's.

"Die, probably." He said jokingly, but there was some truth to his words. Beat was still shaky when he finally stood up and went to his own room, falling asleep almost instantly. The energy from the drugs burned right through him, leaving his muscles aching and tired after they wore off.

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Beat's phone rang at 9am, only a few hours after he had fallen asleep. Emilia had sent him several messages saying they needed to meet. His head ached fiercely, the hangover from last night attacking at full force. Beat groaned and shifted on his bed only to realize that he was laying on top of the covers, still fully dressed from last night, shoes and everything. So Janik hadn't gone the extra mile to tuck him in, he still owed him a huge favor. If not for him Beat would probably be crawling on his hands and knees towards the hospital right now.

Stumbling towards the bathroom Beat noticed he was alone in the apartment, which was a pretty rare occurance now that he thought about it. He glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and sickly pale color of his face. After years of partying the hungover look was somewhat permanent so he just splashed some cold water on his face and threw on some clean(ish) clothes before heading out. Beat pulled his hoodie up over his head, digging his hands into his jacket pockets. The thrumming ache in his head only got worse once he was outside and he desperately wanted to just shut the world out. Whatever the ESI wanted better be important, Beat thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walked in the general direction of the city, knowing Emilia would find some way to run into him on the streets he usually frequented.

Sure enough, the red hair soon caught his attention as she made her way toward him.

"Come on, I'm taking you in." She said stiffly.

"There's a perfectly good coffee shop right over-" Beat began but she pulled him in a different direction.

"Just be glad it's me and not the agents dragging you in this time." She had a point. Beat could turn around and go straight back home if he really wanted to but the sharp look in her eyes gave him little choice. The longer they walked the worse Beat felt. He was tired and uncomfortably warm. Emilia cast him sideways glances every time he sighed.

When they got to the building Beat tried to keep his head down. Emilia refused to tell him anything until they got into the office. He tried to distract himself from the growing headache he had, he needed something soon. Something to pick him up, but he had to get through this meeting first. Then his hand made contact with something in his pocket, maybe some leftover coke if he was lucky. Emilia steered him into a conference room before he could duck into one of the restrooms. There were a few stacks of photos on the table.

"We need you to take a look at these and tell us if you recognize anyone." She said.

Beat sank into the office chair and drummed his fingers on the table, trying to give off his usual carefree persona. He flipped through a pile of pictures, no one seemed familiar, then moved on to the second pile. He opened the folder and was assaulted by the grotesque image of a dead woman. On a normal day it wouldn't bother him, but today it made his stomach turn. He stared down at the photo, feeling the blood drain from his face.

"Are you okay, Beat? You look a little pale."

At that moment another agent walked into the room, snapping Beat's attention back. He felt the headache and nausea closing in and his vision blurred in front of him. There was no time for excuses, he pushed himself up front his chair and made a beeline for the door. Emilia made no move to stop him. Beat shuffled down the hall to the first bathroom he saw, and barely made it into the stall before he threw up everything he ate yesterday, which wasn't much. The taste of bile in his mouth almost made him puke again but he quickly flushed the toilet and leaned back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. He still felt pretty terrible, but it was nothing he couldnt handle. Now that Beat had a moment alone he didn't hesitate to drop the lid of the toilet and pull the small baggie from his pocket. There wasn't much but it was better than nothing. Beat scraped all the powder out making a small line, rubbing the rest into his gums. Beat snorted the line in one swift movement making sure to wipe his nose before exiting the stall. He really needed that.

Beat looked himself over in the mirror, as a women entered the bathroom. She stifled a scream making Beat jump. The cocaine now coursing through his system sent his heart into overdrive. In his haste to make it to the bathroom he hadn't checked whether it was the right one. Beat pushed past her and stepped out into the hall. Hopefully no one noticed. He walked back to the conference room where Emilia and the man were waiting for him. She looked at him with indifference, he almost wished she'd be disappointed. Instead she sighed as if this is exactly what she expected from him. The man beside her had the same professional look.

"So did you recognize anyone or not?" He asked. Beat shook his head. "Emilia, please see him out." Once the man was gone she uncrossed her arms and held out a tissue.

"Your nose is bleeding." She said casually. "Now let's go find that coffee shop." She smiled.