#oh my god I just had to pick up meds for my grandma and that sh*t was a pain in my *SS

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I also like the idea of Bakugo having a lil crush on Kirishima’s secretary. He’s somewhat formal with his own staff, so seeing how sweet you are to Kiri when you pat his shoulder when you drop off papers, or he to you when coffee is ordered just gets him so… flustered and itchy under the collar. Not knowing how to feel.

Bakugo doesn’t even realize it’s jealousy at first, and especially not when he has an interview planned with Kiri, and you’re there too, being just as kind to him as you are to your own boss.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 24

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“What do you MEAN Smithy is in the hospital with a stab wound to his stomach?!” Nicky’s own voice is agony for his hangover but honestly, how the fuck else was he supposed to respond when he had asked Andrew where FF was and gotten that as a response.

“Calm down.” Andrew says and he looks tired, looks stressed, and maybe even just…a touch nervous?

Nicky isn’t as good as Neil at reading Andrew Minyard. He doesn’t think anyone will ever be as fluent in the language of Andrew Minyard as Neil Josten but Nicky has picked up some key phrases.

He can see when he’s making a joke that is a step too far. He can see when his cousin wants to kiss Neil but is holding back. He can see when his cousin is stressed.

He can see a guilty curve to Andrew’s spine.

“Andrew, answer me honestly, did you stab my sweet baby freshman?” Nicky asks and he’s not sure if the nausea he feels anymore is from horror or from the sheer number of drinks he had put in his system the night before.

Roland usually cuts him off before he gets this level.

Roland also has a habit of pouring heavier when he’s stressed.

Roland also also tends to make complicated fruity drinks that Nicky likes when he’s stressed.

Andrew’s jaw tenses but it’s Neil who speaks up, “It was an accident. It happened during a fight.” Neil says and Nicky throws his hands up in the air.

“You got into a FIGHT with my sweet baby freshman? Sweet little Smithy? The boy who made brownies that made me feel kinda straight for a dead woman?!” Nicky exclaims and sees Andrew and Neil open their mouths to say something but, “I promised him that if he wanted I’d get him something hard that’d mess his GUTS up but this isn’t what I MEANT.” He lets himself collapse dramatically over the table.

“Nicky, shut up!” Kevin hisses from his spot on the couch.

“When the fuck did Kevin get here?!” Because seriously, how fucked up was Nicky last night that he doesn’t remember Kevin coming on this Columbia trip? Where’d he sit? He couldn’t really remember coming over after Thanksgiving. Had Andrew put Kevin in the trunk? Had Andrew put Nicky in the trunk?

“He came with Wymack.” Neil cut in before Nicky started testing reality. “Wymack is at the hospital since he’s…uh…he’s the…”

“Medical Power of Attorney” Andrew answers.

“Yes! Thank you, the Medical power of attorney for Smith. He needed surgery and Wymack wanted to be nearby in case he had to make any pressing decisions.” Neil explains and yeah that tracks, he knows a little bit about FF’s family and knows that aside from his grandma on his dad’s side the rest can go take a long walk off a short volcano observation platform

“Okay, that explains why Kevin is here….how?! Despite all of the unwarranted advice, Kevin is not a medical professional.” Nicky says before turning to Kevin, “So Kevin, what insane Exy-related reason are you here? Don’t lie and say it’s because you want to sign the get well soon card.” He hisses.

“Fuck you!” Kevin spits, “I need to know how long Smiths is going to be out of commission and what his PT is going to look like. He was supposed to be starting during the spring season.” Kevin growls.

“There it is!” Nicky throws up his hands.

“Nicky, just calm down!” Neil pleads.

“How can I stay calm? Andrew stabbed Smithy! So not only is my favorite freshman in the hospital Andrew’s going to end up back on those god forsaken meds again!” Nicky shouts and buries his face in his hands.

“Smith isn’t going to say that.” Andrew’s voice is calm but Nicky can hear the slight edge.

“Oh yeah?” Nicky asks because he could see FF promising to never mention who stabbed him if Andrew would just spare his life. FF was going to be even MORE of a disaster when it came to his anxiety around Andrew. Nicky wouldn’t be surprised if his friend just straight up dropped out after this. His cousin is safe but he’s absolutely going to lose his friend.

“Because he’s saying Romero Malcolm stabbed him.” Andrew finishes.

Nicky sits up.

“Wait, what?” Nicky asks.

“Last night Romero Malcolm was at Eden’s.” Neil says voice even in a way that lets Nicky know that he’s trying to stay calm, “Smith recognized him, heard he wanted to grab,” Neil swallows thickly, “…grab one of my friends and saw them looking at…” Neil trails off and looks to Andrew who shakes his head, “…around for someone to grab.” Neil seems to decide and Nicky knows when something is being hidden from him but he’s more interested in the story than what Neil is hiding at the moment, “He got Romero’s attention so that he wouldn’t do anything bad in Eden’s and let Roland know to call help. He went out alone into the alley but Romero didn’t follow him.” Neil explains.

“Oh thank god.” Nicky sighs.

“Because he’d alerted Jackson Plank was lying in wait to ambush him.” Neil continues.

“Oh dear god.” Nicky exclaims.

“He uh…” Neil looks to Andrew who shakes his head again, “okay we don’t know exactly HOW Smith managed to do it but he beat Jackson up pretty bad.” Neil explains.

Nicky feels his brain stop working.

He has watched FF trip over his own feet, walk into four different trees, and almost sprain his ankle walking across a flat surface. He knows FF has been watching self-defense videos and had even gotten some pointers from Matt but even Matt had told him his better bet was probably just to yell “WOW WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE?!”, point behind the attacker, and run as fast as humanly possible away from a fight.

Neil is still talking.

Nicky boots back up quickly.

“…a gun. He tackled Romero into Andrew and Andrew’s knife ended up in Smith’s stomach on accident while they were wrestling for the gun. Smith is the one who said he’s going to tell everyone who asks that it was Romero. He even said it to me.” Neil says with an awkward laugh.

“And you believed him.” Andrew says and there’s warmth in his cousin’s eyes as he looks at Neil and teases him.

“And I believed him.” Neil confirms.

“Okay, so you swear to me that you did not INTENTIONALLY stab my BFF?” Nicky asks looking at Andrew seriously.

“BFF, seriously?” Kevin asks.

“Best Freshman Friend.” Nicky answers quickly, “Don’t worry Kevin, you lose out to Matt in all regards for my Best Senior Friend.” He says.

Kevin just flips him off but Nicky turns his attention back to Andrew, “Andrew, I need to hear it.” He says .

“I did not intentionally stab Smith.” Andrew confirms.

Nicky lets the horrified nausea leave him with only his hangover nausea.

“Okay, we can work with that.”  Nicky leans back. “Have you heard from that Agent?” he asks looking at Neil.

Neil nods but then looks nervous and shoots a look towards Kevin, “The FBI is sending Browning and a field office agent to talk with us but…Ichirou also contacted me.” He says and Nicky watches as Kevin perks up.

“He did?!” Kevin squawks looking around like he expected the head of the Moriyama family to appear from the shadows.

“He wants to make sure we do our part to keep the Moriyama name out of this. He is going to deal with Romero and Jackson himself.” Neil says looking nervous.

Nicky clenches his eyes shut, “Well you’re not going to mention them right?” he hears Kevin ask.

“Of course not Kevin.” Nicky hears Andrew hiss.

“Good.” Kevin says.

There’s silence in the wake of Neil’s statement.

Nicky takes a deep breath and wishes his head was a little less agonizing. “Why aren’t we at the hospital to see Smithy?” he asks because he has nothing he can do about Ichirou so he may as well put it out of his mind.

There is some grumbling.

“Wymack said that he’ll just make us sit in the waiting room without any updates.” Neil says. “We’re picking up Smith’s grandma from the airport and she’s our ticket to getting an actual update beyond ‘not dead yet’ from Wymack.” He adds.

“What, you really can’t get updates without Wymack?” Nicky asks.

Andrew looks at Nicky and Nicky can’t read a single thing his cousin is thinking.

“What’s Smith’s first name Nicky.” Andrew asks.

“Oh God fucking Dammit.” Nicky’s head hurts too bad for this.

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Kim Seokjin x Reader: A Good Doctor

Summary: Jin didn't know what he was signing up for when he left the ICU from a long shift that night when he heard a noise from the supply room.

W/c: 1.2k

A/n: Happy Birthday to our WWH!! This has been in my to write list for a long time happy that I finally managed to write it down

⚠️ Warning: Talk of death, murder and blood, bullets and stuff. Nothing Grotesque, just mentions.

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Jin wasn't really the courageous type and hence he was never keen on the graveyard shifts, especially on the 6th floor. Don't get him wrong he loves his job even the graveyard shifts but there is something about the 6th floor where the ICU ward is that sets him off. That silence is so eerie (it's totally not because he heard two grandma's discussing that the 7th floor was haunted way back during his intern years). He stepped outside the room and sighed, it was finally over, the 36 hour shifts are just killers. All he was required was to walk across the whole corridor and reach the lift, wait for it and climb on it and take a shower in the locker room and rush back to his apartment, to his bed. He's halfway there when he heard a sound, in the supplies room, his eyes went wide, all the on-call nurses and interns were in the room when he left and the light was off. He shook his head to himself and started speed walking, “its nothing, its nothing” Jin chanted to himself. He reached the end of the corridor and pressed the button to call the lift, when he heard another sound and what sounded like a grunt. The lift arrived and Jin sighed. “uh!” He ruffled his own hair and walked back, towards the supplies room. He slowly opened the door and found the lamp for an aisle lit. “Oh god” he sighed as cold sweat formed on his forehead, is this how he'd die? Of a ghost in the supplies room? He thought as he stepped towards the aisle, grabbing the first thing he found on the table as he entered. 

He saw a female silhouette, oh shit it was about to turn and Jin picked that thing up and used it.

“Hey, hey! HEY!” a voice yelled, a female voice, throwing the sanitizer bottle away from his hand. “Please don't kill me” he said, “why would I kill you?” The woman asked in awe. “You're… you're a ghost?” Jin said, unsure. 

“Am I dead?!” The woman said, touching her face “but I don't feel death. What kinda doctor are you?!” She said and she flinched seemingly in pain. That was when Seokjin noticed her appearance. She wore a blue shirt with dark patches on it, that was open from the front revealing her shoulder that was shot, she also had several cut wounds on the exposed parts of her arm. 

Jin felt like the air from his lungs, all his life he's always been into studies. In school, then prep for medicals, in med school, internship, he barely got enough time. But something about this woman intrigued him. He released the situation and came out of his thoughts. 

“Who are you? Why are you here” Jin asked, finally realising. “I am nobody and if you wanna live to see tomorrow, you will walk out of here and act like you've never seen anyone” she said. 

“Y/n” another man entered the room, he was tall but had a boyish face, he wore a leather jacket, jeans and combat boots. “Who are you?” He immediately questioned and pulled out his gun and pointed it towards Seokjin who immediately put his hands up. 

“No don't” she said but immediately clutched her stomach, groaning. 

“Ma'am are you hurt?” Seokjin asked and noticed another bandage  hidden behind the shirt on her torso. “You're bleeding” Jin said and The other guy retorted “yeah no shit, that's what happens when you get stabbed” he said. And Jin’s eyes went wide. “Who are you?” Jin said, as he rushed to hold you when you were about to collapse. The other guy rushed to help him as they made her sit down on a chair. 

“We need to take you to the emergency room, or this way you'll bleed out” Jin said. 

“Help her, doctor” the guy said. “Tae, no. Its fine, I'll manage, just take me back” Y/n said. 

“I can't leave you without treatment like this” Jin said. “Then help her” Tae said, again “please she can't die” he added. “You'll have to get admitted, lets-” Jin was interrupted by, Tae. “Didn't you take the hippocratic oath?! Does it say anything about admission? Or helping!” He pinched and Jin flinched, he noticed Y/n’s pale face and sighed. We need to get to a better and cleaner place but how do we leave? Without being spotted?” Jin wondered. “We've taken down the cameras” Y/n mumbled and Jin shook his head. The two picked her up.

“Why are we in a dentist’s room?” Y/n whisper yelled. And Jin stated “this is the only department that's closed at night”. 

Tae, whom Jin got to know as Kim Taehyung, is Y/n’s cousin. Tae went out to do a parameter check. 

“My arranged fiancé killed my father and then tried to kill me too. We had a fight until Tae came and helped me. The moment I get spotted he'll send people and get me killed” she said. “I'm so sorry” Jin uttered “you don't have to tell me.” Jin said. 

“He was looking right into my eyes as he attacked me right after telling me what he did to my father” She continued, a stray tear sliding down, Jin hesitated but decided to do it. He rubbed away the tear from your cheek. “Did you like him?” Jin asked. She shook her head and said “my father did. I never wanted to continue all this, I always wanted to dismantle all this and start something peaceful and lasting. So my father arranged my marriage with his secretary. His father worked for my dad for a long time and after he passed away, the son started working. Dad thought he was capable of handling our company” a bittersweet smile played on her lips. “What are you gonna do now then?” Jin asked in curiosity. She shrugged “Taehyung says I should get back what's mine, but I don't know. Maybe I'll run away, I could simply tell him to keep all that, just give me my things, and to not come after me” she said, looking down. “Be sure to do what feels right to you” Dr Jin said and pulled out a visiting card and handed her “if- incase you need some patching up again, you know” he stuttered. 

Y/n smiled and kept the card in her pocket, and took a deep breath, she felt tired, “sleep, Y/n ssi. You're safe” Jin uttered.

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“Uh.. Tae?” You groaned, and immediately he rushed to your side. “Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?” The poor boy asked. “Oh my god Taehyung, were you crying?” You asked as he wiped his tears. “I'm fine, it's not my first time being shot you know” you said. “So it's your first time being stabbed?” Another familiar voice asked and you looked at Jin and smiled. “I've been slashed by blades but yeah, it was my first stab” You nodded. “I hoped it's the last one, he barely missed the vital points,” Jin said. 

“Y/n, the car is here” Taehyung said, and you looked at Jin who just smiled, not the happy kind though.

The two of them helped you get down and on a wheelchair. Jin guided you two out saving you from the eyes of many people. 

“Hey Doctor” you called him as he was about to leave back inside. He came back, and you signaled him to come to your level. You slightly pulled him by his collar and pressed your lips to his cheeks. “Until next time, doctor” you said with a smirk, leaving a very red eared him. 

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Opportunity Pt 3

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: domestic fluff baybeeeee

warnings: might give you a toothache, v sweet

word count: 1, 288

a/n: this is part 3! Wow! It’s very domestic and fluffy because that is my favorite thing about any relationship soooo... I hope you like it!

part 1  part 2

Y/N’s POV

After I ran into Corpse in the coffee shop, he’d been making an effort to see me in person quite often. And I wanted to make sure he was okay, so I was happy to venture over to his apartment with dinner basically every day. Today I decided to make it myself that way he could have some leftovers when I wasn’t there. I knocked on the door, adjusting my grip on the pan of lasagna balanced on my hip. Corpse opened the door quickly, his eyes crinkled at the sides signaling that he was smiling. He still kept a mask on until I was in the apartment, in case there was anybody in the hallway.

“Hey,” he said, quickly moving to grab the pan from me so I could come in. I followed him into the kitchen and accepted the hug he offered me, rubbing my hands up and down his back before leaning back to smile up at him. “I missed you.”

“It’s only been like, maybe 15 hours.” He rolled his eyes, chuckling and releasing me. “But I missed you too.” He wrapped me into a hug again, nuzzling into my neck before he took his mask off finally. He was so good looking, I felt honored that he was so willing to show me his face so fast. I grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet and served each of us at the table. “How was your day?”

“It was okay, I did some editing, took a nap. I’m supposed to stream with everyone in like an hour.” I nodded, basically inhaling my lasagna. “Were you hungry?” He laughed.

“Look, this is my grandma’s recipe for lasagna and it’s my favorite. She used to make it for me every year for my birthday. But now that I’m an adult, I can make it whenever I want to.” He was laughing even harder now. “Just eat it, you will understand. I made it with looovveeee,” I said teasingly, grabbing his hand across the table. His thumb brushed across my knuckles as he took his first bite. I waited anxiously as he judged my favorite meal of all time. 

“Okay.” He started playing with my fingers as he set his fork down. “That’s the best lasagna I’ve ever had.”

“I TOLD YOU!” We were silent for the rest of our meal, occasionally glancing up at each other. He stood with me as I grabbed the plates, leaning on his island behind the sink. I felt his hands on my hips as I was washing the dishes. “Yeeeesss?” I asked, leaning back slightly so that I was against his chest. 

“You’re really great, you know that?” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” He set his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms all the way around my waist. 

“I’m serious.” I turned the sink off, drying my hands and turning to face him. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” I smiled, setting my hands on his shoulders. He hadn’t kissed me yet, but to be fair I hadn’t kissed him either. It felt like this would be the moment. Maybe. Possibly. I was getting nervous, my hands falling to his chest and playing with the strings of his hoodie. I couldn’t look at him right then. But I could feel his eyes on me, his hands were gripping at my t-shirt, pulling me closer. This is it.

I looked up and met his eyes. They were so gentle, and a small smile was on his lips. He started leaning down and my eyes started closing, and it was going to happen. Then…

                                    *brrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg*

He sighed, setting his forehead on my shoulder. “Hold on, don’t move.” I stayed at the sink, fiddling with my rings while he answered his phone in the living room. “Hey, what’s up?” I looked up and his back was to me, one hand in his hair while the other held his phone up to his ear. “Yeah, no I’m totally down. I, uh, I don’t think she’ll be able to join today actually…” He looked back to me, nodding his head for me to come his direction. I walked over, slipping under his arm and hugging around his waist. “Well, you can ask her yourself.” He put his phone on speaker and whispered for me to talk.

“Uh, hi?”

“Y/N!” Sean exclaimed. “Why can’t you get on and play with us?”

“Oh, I’m not home. I’m at Corpse’s place.”

“Oh really?” I glanced up at Corpse, his cheeks turning pink as I’m sure mine were. “You seem to be over there a lot recently.”

“Yeah, I just… like to hang out with him. And I feed him and make sure he’s okay.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 

“All right, all right. Well, I’ll see you on the Discord call in a little while then. Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too.” Corpse hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch, wrapping his arms around my waist again. “He’s suspicious,” I laughed. He scrunched his nose up, shrugging. 

“Let him be suspicious.” I set my hands on his cheeks, smiling. 

“You’re so handsome.”

“Stoooooop.” I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Never.” His hand started gripping my shirt again. “Did you take your meds this morning?” He nodded, leaning down again. I pulled him down the rest of the way, pressing my lips against his. And it was everything I had hoped it would be. He pulled away first, hugging me to him quickly and taking a deep breath. “Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly. 

“Yes,” he whispered against my neck. “I just really like you, and I’m always so nervous around you because you’re so pretty and nice, and you look after me but like not like a mom, like… I don’t know, you just do it. I really appreciate you.” I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair.

“I care about you, of course I look after you.” He stood back up, smiling down at me. “If I didn’t, god knows where you’d be right now.” He laughed out loud, backing out of my grasp slowly. “Wait, noooooo.” I grabbed for his hands and followed as he plopped down on the couch, hugging me again. 

“I have to start the stream in like 10 minutes.” I sighed, squeezing his waist. “But…”

“But?” I asked excitedly.

“Calm down, jesus,” he laughed. “I was going to say that you could borrow one of my hoodies and sit with me while I stream, but you have to promise to be really quiet.”

“I can do that!” He pulled me to stand up and walk toward his room to browse his hoodies. I picked out a black one that had a picture of a Final Fantasy character (I think). I slid it over my head and turned to face him in the doorway. “What do you think?”

“You look very cute.” I skipped over to him, making grabby hands at him. “Okay, okay, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me into his office, sitting down in his chair. “You can sit wherever you want. The floor… The desk… Here…” he motioned to his lap, patting his thigh. I shook my head, sitting on his legs and laying my head on his shoulder. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yup.” I smiled up at him. “My phone is on silent and the volume is down. Stream away.”

“One more thing,” he said, his fingers pushing my chin up towards him. He kissed me softly, running his hand down to my jaw. “You’re the best,” he grinned as he pulled away and looked back to his monitor.

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Warnings: feminin reader, slight mention of violence, cussing, and mention of drugs!

The fact that he woke up, but didn’t know the reason startled him. He could still feel some effect of the weed he had earlier with you, but he knew for a fact that he didn’t suddenly get nauseous and woke up because of that.

And suddenly he felt it on his leg, it was something wet. That was really unusual cause he made always sure to clean you up after sex and also it should’ve been crusty if anything. So slowly to not wake you up, he took his arms from around you and liftet the blanket. His one leg that was in between yours had something wet on it and as he took a closer look he realized you had gotten your period. That made sense. You had complained about leg cramps, and cramps in your abs, and he was really surprised about how sensitive and big your tits had been. Not that he minded. But you know, he noticed. And contrary to most believes how another man would’ve reacted to a girl getting their period in her sleep and bleeding a bit on their men, he was not disgusted by it.

He felt sorta pity and sorta bad for you. He knew how you would be really ashamed and nervous when you had your period and got anything dirty. But he honestly didn’t mind. He grew up with a woman who taught him respect for girls in every aspect even their fucking period. He also knew for a damn fact if he would make one wrong comment about his girl dirtying his bed or a bed in general, his grandma would wake up just to fuck him up with a wrench again. But this time for a reason, and not by accident.

He slowly let go of you, and got out of bed. Another thing he was grateful for was that your mum had taken the “nightshift” again. Even though his client, was the man that you’re mother was seeing, and that he had bought shit from him earlier for them to have some fun.

Anyways he knew he was alone with you in your house now, which meant he couldn’t care less about putting on anything.

Butt-ass naked he went to the kitchen, grabbed you some pain meds and a glass of water and put them ready text to the sink in your bathroom. Then he started a warm bath, with the lavender salt that he knew you loved. Then he put some cloths ready for you in the bathroom as well with some pads. Cause lord he knew about your tampon complaints, and at last he prepared some fresh sheets.

And just for himself he rolled up a quick blunt again. But before igniting it, he decided to smoke it later in the bath with you, cause he also had to clean up.

So he put an actual ashtray (and not his brother), next to the bathtub as well. 

He then made his way over to you.

“Hey” he softly kissed your forehead. You stirred slightly. “Hey ma” he shook you softly trying to not startle you. You groaned a questioning noise. “Ma, you started you period.” Now that woke you the fuck up.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed. Throwing the cowers off you and seeing the blood on the sheets. “Shit, Fez I’m so sorry” you mumbled. Shame rising like bile up your throat. “No no, it’s fine ma.” He said sitting down on the bed. Which made you notice the dried blood on his thigh. “Oh my god fez I am so fucking sorry!” You tried to quickly get up and search for a wet cloth to clean up his leg. “I- this is so disgusting, I’m so sorry Fez!” You hadn’t noticed the tears of humiliation running down your cheeks now. Fez did though.

“Y/n it’s really okay.” He murmured and pulled you on his lap, making you shut up for real now. He softly kissed your crown “shit I mean, whatchu wanna do about nature? Sue it?” That made you slightly giggle. “Come on ma I made us a bath.” He muttered, and picked you up in his arms, makinh his way to the bathtub. He helped you sit down. But as he tried to stand up again you held onto him. “Can you join me?” You asked timidly. He gave you a grin. “Don’t worry I planned on doing that, just wanna change the sheets.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips, and left you dumbfounded looking after his naked ass, making his way back to your room.

After he changed the bed, and but the dirty cloths lazily in the corner of a room, he came back to you. “Scoot over” he hummed, taking a seat behind you and snaking his legs around you. You sighed leaning back into his chest. The warmth of the water relaxing your cramping muscles. He ignited the blunt that he had tucked behind his ear, and after it was lit, he put a Hand on your belly, providing you a slight massage with his thumb.

This made you moan slightly in pure bliss, making him laugh a bit. “What?” You asked softly, he took a drag, before scratching his head “Shit I dunno ma, if you keep making these noises I might not continue taking care if you so innocently.” His shit eating grin only made your blush worsen “FEZ!”

Um so hello I made a sorta part 2 but not really just another one shot. I should be studying right now for my finals, but I am dying of mu period. And wanted comfort… so this happened. Also @mariee555 had asked for a part 2, which I guess will come sometime, to the other one I mean. Right now I just wanted something else and innocent to calm e down, and maybe also calm you guys down. If you guys have requests, please go on. If I am comfortable to write them I will, and if not I will switch it up a bit! Anygays 💅🏼 have a wonderful day, night, evening etc. amd if today is your birthday happy birthday! Bue bye.

[mywritingonlyfans]

so, quick disclaimer cause i dont want paula getting attacked for this:

none of the following is real. at least as far as im concerned. it is just a fictional characterisation of damiano, and i never want this to be damiano. dont take this too seriously, just enjoy the angst

warnings: suicide attempt (overd0se), clinical depression, suicidal intentions, fighting/yelling, hurt/comfort, self hate talk, a sprinkle of random psycology ive taught myself

so, lets just say that damia has clinical depression, inherited from his grandma that had dementia

it developed when he was 12, and hes lived with it ever since. with meds, therapy, healthy diets and excersise

må are on the end of (a) tour and the last thing they had to do was some interview

in that interview they all speak about their mental health, and he mentions for the first time his struggle with depression and how his career really enabled him to push through it a lot (giving a special thanks to the band and gio)

then on the ride home hes kinda out of it, he doesnt want to partake in conversation and he just huffs a lot

he ends up admitting he didnt like how he did at the audition and complaining about his mental health getting worse with the post-tour stress buildup

vic (equally stressed) kinda snaps at him and they have a really long fight about their feelings. victoria yells at him (in the heat of the moment) about how hes always self deprecating and bringing the others down, and she complains about damia stopping his therapy sessions cause now he always vents to the band, especially her

she just ends up telling him that she isnt "fully conviced youre actually sorry whenever you vent! you always shift the weight on us and then move on like you did nothing!"

of course, at the time, damiano just yelled back, something less strong cause he was kinda taken aback by vics words and they just hit a soft spot

cause damiano was always told to vent when he feels bad and he did it around the band cause he felt comfortable around them, and he always felt like he was burdening them with those stuffs even if they assured him elsewise and vic just proved everyone as liars by saying that

because of the stress and his mind not being clear he just takes it as granted and for the rest of the day (lets say theres like, 12 more hours till they need to start packing) he just bottles everything in and doesnt speak at all unless its to comment on something

vic takes it as him being petty and giving them the silent treatment so she doesnt call him out and stops ethan when he tries to

back at the hotel everyone is at their rooms (lets say they live in this hotel that has doors connecting the inside of the rooms, ive gone to one its chaotic and i loved it) and vic is talking to gio about how she feels bad and wants her to assure dami she didnt mean the things she said

giorgia and damiano call later in the night, and hes very casual about it

"hey, you feeling better?"

"kinda, got in a fight with vic"

"oh, that must be bad"

"maybe"

hes just sheltered off cause he thinks he is also burdening gio with his vents

she just reminds him to take the medication later and calls him an idiot (which makes him smile) and they hang up with "love u"s and stuff

damiano is really just not doing well after the fight and he loses all energy that normally filters logical thoughts from the illogical and then it starts

who knows how long ive been burdening them

god what an ass, relying on my friends for my happiness

im sure if it was up to them they wouldnt pick me as their friends anymore

god i am so stupid how does anyone like me

he gets teary eyed and his mind just fucking launches it to 200% (cause what is the brain for, if not making you feel worse when youre sad?)

everything that hes ever done slightly wrong just appears in his mind and he just keeps finding more and more things to hate about himself

he looks down at all his tattoos and sighs cause it was getting ridiculous and he was running out of ideas to tattoo on himself, desparate to stay clean of self harm, never wanting to fall down that hole

his legs carry him to the small bathroom of the hotel room and he just stares at his expression in the mirror until he fucking hates it so bad, he just wants to punch it

deep breaths arent working anymore and he clings onto the sink, trying not to pass out

hes so scared and so done with himself, his hand finds way to the antidepressants and he just opens the bottle, emptying a good chunk of them on his hand

he stares right into them and his eyes are getting blurry, his breathing hasnt calmed and he feels lightheaded as his back hits the wall tiles and he slides on the floor as his knees give out

his empty palm covers his mouth and silences his sobs when he felt like he was choking on them, his head hurt a lot and his throat stung a lot

he is about to just get it over with, he is good at dry swallowing pills so it would be a matter of seconds

then he hears a knock at the inbetween door and he freezes, head throbbing in pain and eyes redder than than crimson

vic suddenly starts speaking, her voice hoarse cause she was crying too

before shes even started talking damiano wants to shove the pills in his mouth, down his throat, get it over with and cause eveyone the least amount of pain, he already had his note typed out, to the groupchat that had leo and giorgia in it, as well as the band, he might as well get it over with, the pills will take a while to absorb

victoria starts talking again and the pills are a mere inch away from his face

she just apologises for being a jerk, for saying those things that were, in fact, not true, saying that she wasnt ever thinking of those and saying them was just an irrational act if anger

she admits shes fucked up cause obviously damiano was feeling bad and she didnt want to add to it

she said she saw how he was spacing out a lot and his eyes were hanging low, and she heard one of his sobs earlier and wanted to speak up and apologise

damianos hand itches to pour the pills in his mouth but suddenly hes frozen, in a lot of pain, and he cant stop hyperventilating, as if vics words had stopped his breathing for a bit

he feels the sobs in his throat and he can feel the way his knees and thighs are burning from how he sat, he suddenly was aware of what he was doing and he just loses it again

his hand has a viscious grip on those pills and the other just tugs at his hair hard to try and fix his brain, he just sends out a string of cusses and kicks the tiles across, only stopping when the pain became too much because he opened his leg ona sharp part of the sink pipe and blood was running everywhere

he was on the verge of his anxiety attack mixing with a panic attack and he feels immobilised as his body hurts all over and he just cant do anything and he wants to yell and scream and cry it all out, but he cant cause he is in a hotel bathroom, with his bandmates sleeping next door and a lot of strangers that wouldnt be too happy and he wants to just punch something so bad cause theres nowhere he can take the energy out on

vic after hearing no verbal reply assumes damiano doesnt want to talk to her, or hes moving in his sleep, so she almost goes to bed, but she hears a very small, frail and fragile "vic please", his voice cracking and he sounded like he was heavily crying so she just pulls the door back from her side and she sees him sitting down on the floor, curled up in a ball, clutching something in his hand as he shakes so much hes vibrating at this point, his back is rising and falling really quick and unevely and victoria knows the signs of a panic attack when she sees them

she tries to get him to calm down but he is very far into it and probably the cramped space he got himself into wasnt helping

she basically drags him out of the bathroom and damiano opens his palm and just says "take" and "might change mind" and she just scoops them in her own palm and into their bottle again befores shes sitting on the hard carpet with damiano, trying to match their breathing, but it doesnt work cause victoria's picks up when damiano's doesnt seem to even out and she just hugs him very tight and establishes a breathing pattern by pushing his back down with every exhale and pushing his chest away with every inhale

they are both crying on the floor there, but they are breathing properly and vic couldnt be more happy she spoke up

damiano just curls into her and just repats "im sorry" until his eyes are teary again and he starts trying to swallow his sobs

vic rubs his back and says "im sorry too", not wanting to cause more conflict

they hug it out until damiano has stopped crying a formally apologises, with victoria butting in and saying "if anything i should be incredible sorry"

damiano finally speaks to her about what happened and it takes everything in her to not start crying again, apologising about everything once more

she succeeds and she helps damiano lay down, take the appropriate dose of medication and some painkillers before hes passed out in the bed, his arms and thighs twitching from the stress

she just bandages the cut on his leg and leaves the inbetween door open just in case

she just lays down on her bed and she falls asleep just as easy

guilt is eating both of them the next morning and damiano doesnt want to say he almost attempted the previous night, and vic feels terrible for giving him fake insecurities and driving him almost mad

they have a talk later than ends in tears and hugs and she and damiano stick to each other for the day to break the awkwardness that grew from the previous night till that moment

after they make it back to rome she makes him promise he will tell giorgia and the others, and says that if he doesnt, she can

guilt is still floating in the air but vic is proud of herself and damiano and helps him speak out and after the initial shock everyone is glad to still have dami around them and make sure to remind him every chance they get.

* a real heartbreaker* but seriously, it's so well written, the details (i'm scared) and all, i'm proud of you sofi!

THERE'S 8272738383 TW YOU DON'T READ if you feel like it'll hurt you

[jjmaybanksbaby]

Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer I

Part 02: That James Deam Daydream

series masterlist | previous part

summary: After the car accident, you haven’t been able to get Rafe out of your mind but hasn’t he already caused enough trouble?

a/n: With the semester ending I have a lot more free time so I plan on updating this series more consistently (ie weekly)!! I’m also gonna start a taglist for this series so if you want to be added to it drop a ☀️ in my inbox/messages!

word count: 1.5k

The fluorescent lights of the hospital flooded your vision as you blinked your groggy eyes open. The machines you were connected to beeped slow and hypnotically beside you. You could feel the pain that would ripple through your body with every movement before had even attempted to sit up. Your breathing was labored and forced, an unusual sensation.

Your mom entered the room carrying two cups of steaming coffee which she placed on the small table in the corner of the room as soon as she noticed you were awake. She sat down quickly in the chair that was situated on the left side of your hospital bed. She automatically took your hand in hers.

"Oh, good, honey. You're awake. How are you feeling?" She asked, her brow knit together in concern. The bags under her eyes seemed to give you some indication of how long you'd been out. Your mother was always the most put together in the room. Her dirty blonde hair, the same color as yours, always gave the allusion of having been freshly blown out. Her makeup never looked chalky or stale, a skill you'd never quite been able to replicate. She lived in black blazers and stilettos, her purse resting in the nook of her arm.

The person holding tightly onto your hand in that hospital room was an entirely different version of your mom. One that two days ago had gotten a call that her daughter had gotten into a car crash, thrown a bunch of clothes in a suitcase, and board the first available flight from Oregon to the Outer Banks.

Your eyelids drooped, it was taking all your energy to keep them open so you let them close.

"Mom," you said, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper. "What happened?" You asked, even though you remembered most of what had happened the night of the crash.

The way you'd scrapped your knee climbing out of your window of your Nonna's house. The beautiful Cameron boy. The bonfire and the stink eye Phoebe had given you all night. The headlights of the car bellowing down the wrong side of the road. Rafe's hand grabbings yours.

Your mom reached up and brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face. "You were in a car crash y/n. The other car hit the side of the one you were in and pushed you into a ditch. The force of the airbag fractured your rib which punctured your lung. The doctors said you're gonna be okay but they're keeping you on an IV drip of some pain meds."

Your chest did feel heavy but not just from the injuries.

"Wh- what about Rafe? Is he okay?" You forced yourself to open your eyes.

Your mom breathed in sharply. "He's okay. He left the hospital yesterday with his dad with only a concussion and a broken wrist."

"Mmmhmm." You mumbled in acknowledgment. You could feel sleep taking over once again. "I love you." You said to your mom before drifting off.

☼☼☼

Your bed was littered with the clothes you should have been packing because your flight left early tomorrow morning but instead, you were laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, the fan whirling around rapidly. The August heat had seeped into the house, causing you to break into a sweat with the smallest movement. The sounds of the conversation between your Nonna and mom echoed from downstairs. You were sure they were probably arguing about you, again.

Your mom hadn't been able to let the accident go even though. You tried to explain to her how you'd left the house without your Nonna's permission so it wasn't like it was totally her fault. You sighed, wincing at the pain that still ran through your body when you took too deep a breath.

A tiny ping filled your ears causing you to sit up.

Ping. There it was again.

A third peddle hit your window. You walked over to it, sliding it open to see Rafe standing on the lawn below.

Your breath hitched. You hadn't seen him since that night but he looked exactly the same except for the black splint on his wrist.

"Hi," he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice carried.

You glanced over your shoulder nervous that your mom or Nonna were going to walk into the room at any moment having heard Rafe's shouting.

"Come up here," you replied, waving him up to your room.

With a surprising amount of speed for someone with only one good wrist, he pulled himself up the side of the porch and climbed through your window.

His eyes meet yours as he landed on the carpet and words escaped you entirely. The sparks that had been there that night hadn't disappeared at all.

"Hey, stranger," Rafe said, failing to hold back a smirk.

"Nice cast," you replied.

He looked down at it and quickly back up at you. "I'm sorry about everything. I promised to get you home safe and then got us into a car crash. Not exactly how I pictured the night ending." He forced a laugh but the regret in his voice was unmissable.

You took a step closer to him. "You don't have to apologize Rafe. You did everything you could. And I'm okay. You're okay. We're alive." There was more you wanted to say but the words seemed to disappear before you could form them.

Rafe closed the distance between the two of you stopping right in front of you. "God, I like you so much and I really fucked it up. Didn't I?"

This time a genuine laugh escaped you. "I think we might be able to salvage it." You responded feeling unusually bold. You grabbed his face, pulling him down to your level and placed an urgent kiss on his lips.

He slipped his own hand behind your neck, keeping your mouth pressed against his. The air around you was electric and neither of you dared to pull away first.

The door to your bedroom swung open and your Nonna's loud stern voice suddenly took over.

"Y/n y/l/n."

You stepped away from Rafe quickly, dropping your arms to your side. You turned around to face your Nonna. Her face was set with anger.

"Out Mr. Cameron." She instructed.

"Right. I was just leaving." He replied, moving back towards the window.

"Out the front door." Your Nonna clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. My bad." Rafe said. His eyes connected with yours for just a moment as he walked out of the room. Your head the front door close behind him a few beats later.

You stayed frozen in the middle of the room, awaiting the lecture you knew was coming next.

Your Nonna crossed the room and shut the window.

"You're letting all the a/c out." She said, dryly.

"I'm sorry," you responded, apologizing for more than leaving the window open.

"A Cameron boy almost ruined your mother's life. I won't let the same thing happen to you." Your Nonna pushed some of your clothes aside and sat down on the bed.

"Your mom," she started again. "She started dating Rafe's dad, Ward, during her junior year. He was a year older and going to UNC in the fall. She wanted to follow him after she graduated high school. She thought she loved him and I told her no. Told her she could pick anywhere else but I wouldn't pay for her to throw her life away for puppy love. They broke up in October of her senior year. She barely spoke more than a few words to me for months. Then she moved away to California for college and didn't call me her entire freshman year. It was the hardest thing I've had to do as a mother. It almost ruined me. Ruined our relationship. But he was never going to really make her happy. He didn't love her like she loved him and it would never have lasted and then she'd be stuck at a school that she hadn't chosen for herself." Your Nonna looked up at you as she finished speaking.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked. "That Cameron boy isn't good for you." Your Nonna stood up and walked over to you. She placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, muffin."

"I love you too." You replied. "I gotta finish packing."

"Okay," she said, closing the door behind her as she walked out of your room.

You flopped backward onto your bed and let out an audible groan. You had finally kissed Rafe Cameron and of course, your Nonna had to walk in at that moment.

Your phone, which had been previously discarded in the mess on your bed, buzzed. You pulled it out from under a pile of swimsuits. A text from Rafe popped up on the screen.

r: 'I'm officially scared of your grandma.'

y/n: 'hahah did you know our parents dated in hs?'

r: 'Really? I didn't. Weird.'

r: 'When do you leave?'

y/n: 'tomorrow moring'

The three dots showing that Rafe was typing appeared the screen up again and then went away. You waited another moment before turning your phone off and tossing it to the side.

You knew your Nonna just wanted the best for you but it wasn't gonna be easy to get Rafe Cameron out of your head.

[that-little-zebunny]

Skin to Skin (First Date)

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warning: Angst, little Gorey-ish details, Fluff

WC: 2,151

Summary: You're new to the team and end up messing it up with the God of mischief on your first day in. Knowing his reputation you're up for a fun time in the compound.

Note: First of all thank you so much guys for the warm acceptance you gave on our 1st part T....T y'all made my heart so so happy. I hope you'll enjoy this part and I'd love to know how you think. Its a bit long so yay enjoy.

2nd day of our wonderful HBC's Week of Love for the lovely @the-th-horniest-book-club 🥰

You know what's the fun part of fighting the bad? It's that it doesn't choose a great time. It pops up as randomly as it can. So here you are on your second day trying to go around and meet people, when you got a message to suit up.

Small details are that you and your team are going to keep an eye on one of hydras abandoned bases because Friday had detected some activity there.

What you didn't know is the team you speak of is just you, the Falcon, Natasha and Loki. Yup, how fun will it be? You and the person that doesn't like you in one deadly work. You won't be surprised if somehow between the fighting you'll be stabbed by him. You shook your head to remove the thoughts running in it. You really should stop watching suspense shows. You sighed.

After almost three hours in the air you all finally made it in the location. You scratched your head when you saw that the area is surrounded by a lot of trees.

"Looks like we're up for a fun hide and seek game if there's really people here now." Nat said as she fixed all the weapons secured on her belt. Sam agreed. He activated three of his cute little drones to help out with securing the area for treats.

"We should go. All these small talks will not vanish our enemies." Loki said walking past the three of you. You pouted.

"I think that's mostly because of me. Sorry guys." You said as you finished fixing your knives on your belt and grabbing your metal staff. It's your main weapon because it keeps you from getting near anyone when it's not needed.

"No worries cookies, he's like that to everyone. He didn't really have a choice in being here. He's banished here to help." Sam said using the silly nickname they all choose to give you after you delivered tons of cookies to them.

You look at Loki's retreating back sadly.

You're able to get inside the rusty building without encountering anyone.

"This is a bit creepy. How did Friday detect anything here? There's no one in about 10 kilometers." Sam said as he checked the tech in his arm.

"Maybe it's a ghost?" You joked which earned you a strange look from them. "What? I watch movies." You rolled your eyes at them and continued going to another part of the building to check. It looks like you're in a laboratory slash surgery room. That gave you chills. You tried to not imagine how many bodies were cut and gutted in here.

"You have a very unique mind." Someone said which made you squeak. You turned around swinging your staff towards the voice but was halted by a sting hand. Loki held the end of your staff smirking at you.

"Crap…" you whispered. You didn't do anything again didn't you? "I-I'm sorry." You bit your lips as you relaxed, removing your staff from his hold.

"For someone that works with emotions you do suck at it." He said, smirking at you.

You scratched your nape as you stared up at his face, his very very beautiful face. Ugh!

"I know. Its been a challenge controlling my own. I was so used at controlling others." You said remembering your childhood. How you tried to mold your always bickering parents to play nice when you're around and to act as if they loved you. You know they hated it and they hated you but what can you say you were ten and scared. But they didn't care. All they know is you're an anomaly and that they rather not be around you. That's why as soon as your grandma offered they toosed you away like a hot potato.

You shook your head as your most dreaded memory came up. You frowned and turned to look at Loki again.

"Was that you!?" You asked. You're gritting your teeth as you feel the rage consume you. He just stared down at you smirking wickedly. You boinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. "We're even now." You said gripping your staff.

"Yes we are." He proudly said as he went around checking if he could find anything useful and you did the same.

It really was a lab and they've experimented on people trying to make a brain dead person have functions again. That made your stomach turn especially when you saw the reports of how the patients reacted to that. Some were like dummies and some became vicious. And so many more that you end up closing the files you're reading and you just grabbed them.all to bring them back with you.

"Find anything else?" You asked Loki but he didn't answer so you went to look what he's doing in the room he went in. You found him staring at a cradle.

"There's a body here." He said. That alerted you. Especially when you saw him touch the cradle to open it using his power.

"Nooo Loki don't!" You shouted as the cover of it opened up releasing some kind of gas. Knowing the few things you've read if your guess is correct this is gonna be bad.

You ran to him to grab his arm to pull him away but he didnt move so when you saw the sharp claw like hands coming out the gas you didn't think much and just went in between Loki and the thing.

You gasped in pain as you felt the slicing on your back.

"Good norns! Y/N! You dumb, dumb mortal!" He shouted as he caught you in his arms when your legs gave out. He looked behind you and flicked his hands green mist went to take away the life from the girl from the cradle. You heard its body make noise as it fell down.

Still in Loki's embrace you tried to breathe deep but it ended up just you gasping painfully. The cuts must have been deeper than you thought.

"L-Loki…" you pleaded with him as you felt your breathing start getting shallow and you feel like you're drowning. You must have blood on your lungs by now. You tried to swallow the sobs that tried to get out of your lips and you just stared up at his face. He really have a nice face. It's unfair.

You must have lost your mind because when he caught you staring you smiled up at him which in return got you another frown.

"Stop admiring me. I know I look better than the normal midgard male population. You really must be dumb, why did you jump infront of me. I'm a God I won't be hurt by a mere scratch." He said as he helped you to lay down on the floor as he called out to Nat and Sam on his coms. He turned you on your side to check your injury and you heard him take in a breath.

"Is it bad?" You asked thinking of the worse based on his face.

"Don't get your brain all rilled up, Cookies. It'll be alright." You giggled when you heard him call you on your new nickname.

"S-so I'm cookies to y-you now too." You coughed but still smiling.

"Oh you need to shuush." He said but you can hear the smile in his tone. So your stupidity got you on his goodside.

"How can I s-shuush. This might be my last time to talk. What i-if some parasite is now in me and I'll start walking and biting people." You caughed again as you felt something soothing on your back.

"You need to change what you watch Y/N. That's not healthy anymore." He said, shaking his head. Your back is starting to feel nice now and your head is like it's floating. You giggled again as you touched his face. Even in your groggy brain you felt his emotions. Scared, amused and adoration. Is that all for you? You smiled at him again as your eyes were about to close.

"You should date me Loki." You said. His eyes went wide as he steadied you to pick you up.

"That's the soothing magic talking." He said as he started to walk.

You're about to walk past the table where you put down the files you found when you remember how important they are.

"Wait! Wait! Lemme grab those." You pointed to the tall stocks of folders.

He walked near it and you grabbed them and hugged them on your chest like your life depends on it.

You feel proud of yourself getting them or being carried by Loki. You're not sure which anymore and before he even finds your team you fell asleep.

You woke up in what you guessed as the med bay. You tried to get up and looked around to find no one. You brushed your hair with your hand as you tried to stand but got dizzy. You tried to grip the bed frame for support but you're too slow so you just let yourself fall. You're about to kiss the floor when two strong hands caught you and relief and annoyance flooded your brain.

"You must enjoy being in my arms." He teased as he helped you back on the bed.

"You got nice arms." You joked as you went back on your bed. You took a deep breath and seriously asked him "how did the rest of the mission go?"

"Well, the Widow was able to find some scavengers that tried to loot the structure they came back there before we left and they must have been the ones who triggered Friday's system. The monstrous thing that attacked you is dead officially and we didn't find another of it but we did find a mass grave behind the building." He explained as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You thanked him and relaxed knowing there's no more of that thing around.

"Do you like steak or do you prefer the simple ones?" Loki suddenly asked. You looked at him confused.

"What for?" You asked.

"You have offered me to date you. Have you forgotten?" He said, smirking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up. Crap you did. Mid thinking about tobe a zombie parasite walker time. You looked at him waiting for him to say he's joking but nothing . He just raised one gorgeous eyebrow as he waited.

"You're serious?" You covered your face with one hand as you tried to let what he's saying sink in.

"Very serious, you've felt my darkest emotions I've seen your darkest memories don't you think we're past the getting to know part Sam keep on babbling about?" He said as he slowly touched your elbow with a finger and you felt his sincerity and adoration. Your brain feels like it's about to explode. This majestic person really wants to go out with you. Omg!!!

You slowly nodded and he smiled.

"So stake or not?" He asked again.

"I like steak." You answered back. He smiled and left. Leaving you with so many emotions that you never felt before as your own. Joy, giddiness and something you can't name.

A week after you're out of being stuck on a medical bed you and Loki went to that date. You still can't believe it's happening. He even did all the preparations and stuff. He brought you to a gorgeous restaurant with beautiful music and the tastiest stake you ever had. It was so much fun. He's very funny in his own way. You're both enjoying a walk before going back to the compound when you felt Loki grab your gloved hand. You look up at him.

"What's wrong?" You asked. He just smiled and kissed your hand.

"I'm just very glad I gave myself a chance to know you more and not let what happened to us on our first meeting get to me. You're a very fascinating and beautiful lady Y/N. Thank you for being with me today." He said. You smiled warmly at him as you took off your gloves. You stashed them in the pocket of your coat and brought your hands up to his face but didn't completely touch him.

"May I?" You asked and you saw his face softened. You told him that you will never touch him without his permission.

"Yes…" he answered as he held both your hands and brought them close to his face. He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel of your skin. Feeling that strange feelings again that you can't name you're not sure if it's yours or Loki's emotion. You stepped closer to him and tiptoed to reach his waiting lips. You can't wait to understand that strange feeling but for now you're gonna enjoy how good it feels.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

From Eden: One

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, mentions of mental illness; tags to be added throughout series

This is dark!Bucky. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The mc suffers from agoraphobia. After a new neighbour moves in across the street, her home becomes even more of a prison.

Note: So I've decided to try something new. I'm hoping that you don't mind the new format. This story is written in first person in the form of diary entries. Transcripts will be included at the end of chapters to accomodate any who have issues reading the images.

I am still working on Omerta but chapter 12 is taking me a little bit longer to complete so hopefully this can tide you over until tomorrow. Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

Transcript:

Sunday

It rained today. I hoped it would break the humidity but the air is still balmy and thick. The garden is starting to droop without the usual June sunlight. The shrubs look healthy but I don’t know if the mums will bloom. It is late for them.

The windows are clouded now the rain is gone. Once they dry, it will be suffocating again. I should have pulled out the old patio set last weekend but Lorena was here for the groceries. My meds are running low, I’ll have to remind her.

Oh, I found the old afghan grandma used to use. The one with the knitted flowers. Not a single hole. I’ll wash it and hang it over the loveseat in the lounge. It still smells of her. It’ll be two years next week. I miss her.

The kettle is whistling. Lorena bought a new flavour of tea; a spiced rooibos. It smells more suited to the winter but I’m anxious to try. It’ll boil over if I keep writing. 

I found a documentary on a country house in the British Midlands. I might watch that with my tea. Or maybe fall asleep on the couch. Again.

Monday

I have a new neighbour.

Today, I went out to check the bulbs I planted two weeks ago. I don’t think they’ll bud. It was humid and I had sweat in my eyes as the large truck pulled up across the street. The orange moniker on its side was faded and its white paint was almost yellow. I peeked out the gate as they backed it up. 

The beeping was horrible, almost deafening.

A car was just behind it. I shouldn’t be so curious but grandma always said I was a watcher. Watching is easy; doing is… difficult. 

My new neighbour is a man. He has dark hair and a thick beard. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw the rest of him. His arm shone in the sunlight. It’s metal! I’ve never seen anything like it. I never saw a prosthetic that ended in anything but a hook or a blunt stump. I guess, I never really thought much about it.

I think he saw me too. It is hard to see behind the ivy that covers the front gate but I swore he could see me. I hid before I could make sure of it. It’s rude to stare. That’s what grandma would say. So went back to the flower bed and dug up the bulbs. They were dead.Lorena is coming tomorrow. I’ll ask her to grab more.

Tuesday

Lorena came buy today. She commented about my new neighbour. I acted surprised.

I gave her my list and reminded her of my pills. She was gone for a while before she returned. When she returned, I helped her bring in the bags. We unpacked them and she told me about her new niece; Cora. I think that’s a pretty name but Lorena thinks it’s too old fashioned. She said I would like it given my usual tastes. 

She asked if I was wearing grandma’s shirt. I lied and said I wasn’t.

I showed her the garden and she had some tea after helping me set up the heavy iron patio set with the mosaic tabletop. 

She showed me pictures of Cora. She said when she marries Shelby, she wants to adopt but her sister offered to be her surrogate. I thought that was nice.She left shortly after. I’m in the garden, staring at the old shed as I write. The frame around the window is starting to fall apart. I should fix it soon. And maybe clean the--

Later

The man was at the gate. The one with the metal arm. He scared me.

I hid behind the ivy as I looked out at him. His eyes are very blue. Piercing. Despite the heat, they made me want to shiver. His metal fingers wrapped around one of the curlicues of the gate. He said hello and that his name was Bucky.

I nearly swallowed my tongue as I ran away. I didn’t dare grab my diary until the sunset. He was gone, thank god. I hope he doesn’t come back.

Wednesday

Doctor Tisha called today. She wants me to come in at the end of the month to have my prescriptions reviewed. I told her they were helping much better than the old ones. No more vertigo or manic fits, but my dreams are really vivid. She also reminded me that I should make more of an effort to go beyond the garden. The pills can’t do all the work. Well, I think there are parts of me that just can’t be fixed.

I cleaned out the birdbath but the shed window is still drooping. There’s a spider web above the door and I’m working up the courage to open it. My grandma was always the brave one; she called her slippers ‘the exterminators’. She always made me laugh.

Then the man returned. His knuckles make an odd clinking on the gate when he knocks. I didn’t move at first. I’d rather have faced the spider and her web. But he kept on and it was getting rather annoying.

He pulled some of the ivy aside as I got close. I kept to the edge and peeked out at him. He held a box of freesias. 

“Hey again.” 

 He speaks as if he knows me. I don’t like that. He didn’t even care that I didn’t answer. 

“I see you like to garden so I thought I’d bring you some flowers. To introduce myself…. Better. I’m sorry if I scared you yesterday.”

I didn’t know what to say. The freesias were all shades of red, orange, and yellow. Young with a bit of growing still to do. I shook my head.

“You don’t want them?” He asked.

I frowned so hard it hurt my cheeks. I haven’t talked to anyone by Lorena or Doctor Tisha since grandma died. I was never good at that.

“No, I don’t know you.” I felt as if it was someone else talking.

He blinked and I suddenly felt very dizzy. I ran back to the shed and ripped the door open without thinking. The web caught in my hair as I slammed it shut behind me. I sat in the shadows as I tried to wipe away the web. The old rubbermaid lid warped beneath me, if not cracked. 

 I didn’t come out until the musty air made me sick. As I ran into the house, I noticed he had left the flowers on the other side of the gate. I locked the door behind me and shuddered. I swore I felt eight legs crawling down my arm.

Thursday

Sure enough, the flowers are still there. They haven’t wilted at all despite the intense heat of the sun. June is in full effect and the days get brighter and longer. 

 I found the old weather vane grandma said was swept away in a storm. It was hidden behind the row hedges along the stone wall around the yard. It’s bent but fixable.

 I went inside to eat at noon. I looked out the window as I ate; the strawberries were sour. I saw a shadow through the gate. I watched for a while, sure it was the shifting of the sun. Then I saw the metal fingers and the man’s square jaw as he tried to see past the ivy. He knelt and touched the dainty petals of the freesia. He lifted one of the small pots to sniff and placed it back in the box.

He left shortly after. I won’t go back out. I need to work on the house anyway. All this dust is making me sneeze.

Friday

The flowers are still there.

I refuse to look at them. Instead I focus on my own. I brought the old sony tape deck out to listen to the radio. Grandma always said it was older than me. I believe her. The speakers crackle and the antenna kept falling off.

The robins and sparrows were at the birdbath and a pair of cardinals have taken up in the old painted birdhouse around the back. The squirrels broke the window frame on the shed. Well, I’ll deal with that next week.

The flowers are starting to bloom nicely. I thought they might not, given the late showers and the sudden drought. 

There was a monarch butterfly by the carnations. It flew away before I got too close. My mother liked monarchs. I remember she had one framed in her room. Like the picture of her in grandma’s.

I try not to think of her. Or grandma, too much. 

It makes me sad. Doctor Tisha says this isn’t grandma’s house anymore, it’s mine. My life is mine, she tells me. It’s never really felt like it but I’m trying.

Saturday

The lock on the gate is broken and the flowers are gone. They didn’t go far. I found them planted by the lilies. I had tears in my eyes and my hands shook terribly as I wound an old bike lock around the gate. I picked up the pieces of the old latch. It’s totally ruined.

I haven’t been out since. I’m scared. Was it him? 

It seems like a kind gesture but the memory of the busted lock makes me think otherwise.I’m confused. What does he want?

He should’ve let the flowers wilt and die. Or maybe I should just learn to tell people to leave me alone. Out loud.

[monikafilefan]

seven years

This is an answer to a couple different anon prompts from a long time ago mixed together. One with Maggie finding Scully’s journal and seeing what she’d written to Mulder. The other prompt was for Mulder to spend a lot of time at Scully’s place after “all things.”  

tagging @today-in-fic 

*

Margaret Scully considers herself to be a great many things in life. She’s a conservative woman of God who has quietly voted democrat since the day she said “I do.” A loyal navy wife who has worked her slender fingers to the bone as a stay-at-home mother of four; a stickler for rules who occupies her time spent alone with a well-kept home; a grandmother who loves to spoil her grandbabies with cookies before dinner and always reads “just one last story, Grandma” at bedtime.

She also considers herself an excellent judge of character and has learned over the years when not to pry in the private lives of others without invitation. Though she cannot say she has never let curiosity take over and wishes her children would invite her in to visit those hidden recesses of their minds once in a while.

But blind is one thing she is not.

Arriving at Dana’s for a quiet Mother’s Day brunch after church today has only confirmed her long-lasting suspicions of the current relationship status between her daughter and Fox Mulder. One look at Dana’s flushed cheeks and swooning smile as she utters her partner’s name across the kitchen table would have been enough to satisfy Maggie’s curiosity about whether or not her daughter has finally embraced what lay within her heart.

Yet, there is much more to be seen here than a meaningful smile and pink cheeks.

And Maggie sees plenty.

A pair of men’s running shoes - size twelve - sit snugly by her daughter’s size sevens. A large leather jacket that smells of familiar cologne is slung over the coat rack by the door, only partially hidden by the sweater she’d gifted Dana four months ago on her first birthday of the new Millenium. There are two mismatched mugs resting next to the coffee maker, two toothbrushes inside a cup in the bathroom - bristles touching in comfortable ease - and two towels hanging dry over the shower door. The entire bathroom smells of men’s body wash.

A new development seven years in the making.  

Maggie dries her hands at the sink and shuts the bathroom door, smiling warmly as she goes.

“You need help cleaning up, Dana?”

“No.” She shakes her head and turns the water off in the kitchen sink, soap bubbles rising above the dirty plates as she wiggles her rubber-gloved fingers. “I’ve got it, Mom, today’s your day. Why don’t you take a seat in the living room? I’ll make us some tea and we can talk.”

It’s her day, too, Maggie thinks, but will never say. There will always be an ache in her heart at the thought of her child unable to raise one of her own, yet her pain is one she soothes regiously on her knees come Sunday morning.

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m fine.”

Maggie eyes the paired coffee mugs once again and taps each one with her manicured nail, giving her daughter a chance to open up if she so chooses.

“Do these need to be washed, too?” she asks, knowing good and well that they do not.

Dana’s blue eyes widen as they flick to Maggie’s but replies with a casually dismissive, “No. I cleaned them this morning,” before resuming her scrubbing. This time, Dana does so with a renewed flush and a bitten lip.

“That’s good, honey,” Maggie says with a reassuring squeeze to her daughter’s shoulder, but cannot resist adding, “It’s good to spend mornings with those you care about,” as she turns to leave her with her thoughts.

As Dana finishes with the dishes, Maggie allows herself to admire the intimate details of her daughter’s home - now that she knows for certain with whom she’s been sharing so much of it lately. Her slender fingers trail along the bookshelf, scanning the titles of anatomy books, several science journals in which Special Agent Dana K. Scully, MD has been published, and some classic novels she recalls her freckled nose being buried in over the years. All are in alphabetical order. So very Dana.

She chuckles and her eyes catch on a leather book that is not neatly tucked in line with the rest. It’s black with golden letters etched on the cover that simply says “Journal.”

Curious, Maggie holds the journal close and contemplates on whether she should peek, selfishly hoping that more than just the surface-level emotion her daughter allows her to see might reveal itself.

Yet, the thought of betraying Dana’s trust unnerves her. Her daughter trusts so few these days.

As she firmly decides to return such private thoughts to where she found them, she notices a piece of yellow paper slipping out of its back pages. Maggie quickly tries to nab the square bookmark so Dana wouldn’t lose her page due to her mother’s intrusion when the spine flips wide open, fanning out words of heartache her eyes simply cannot unsee.

And every word is intended for someone else.

To whom it may concern,

To my family,

Dear Mulder,

I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The luminous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal, threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in its passage. I feel these words as their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you’ll read it and share my burden, as I have come to trust no other…

“Oh, Dana,” Maggie exhales through her fingertips, hesitantly scanning the pages scrawled in intimacy with watery eyes.

...Mulder, if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this, you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done. And though we’ve traveled far together this last distance must necessarily be traveled alone...

Months spent watching helplessly as the bright light of life burning within her daughter slowly faded more and more each day was the hardest thing she as a mother had borne. Watching and waiting for what many thought was the inevitable is something she would never wish upon anyone. And here she is, sneakingly seeking some sort of deeper understanding of what her baby girl has endured.

...Mulder, I feel you close though I know you are pursuing your own path. For that I am grateful, more than I could ever express. I need to know you’re out there if I am ever to see through this...

Maggie sighs and swipes at a tear hovering along her lashes, hands shaking as she adjusts the book to replace it, when the piece of paper floats to the floor.

Bending down to retrieve it, the journal pages flutter open across her lap to another time in Dana’s life. Maggie’s chin quivers at the words displayed before her.

Dear Mulder,

There was a time in the not so distant past when I told you I was throwing this journal out. That I chose to leave my moments of weakness in the past. But the time has come to admit to myself that losing my only child, my daughter that was never meant to be with you by my side, only confirms that the ache of what lies within my heart is meant for you to bear along with me. That this time, the distance must necessarily be traveled together…

Maggie gasps at the strength and conviction laced within her daughter’s words. The raw heartache Dana must still feel after burying a piece of herself is a familiar one Maggie does not have the strength to re-expose.

But her baby has not experienced it alone; she’s had her partner, and that has been enough.

Her eyes burn and a hot tear rolls down the swell of her cheek, splashing onto the next page before she can stop it. Pinching the tear-stained paper between her thumb and index finger, she waves it through air in hopes of drying the smeared ink before she shuts the book. As she does, Maggie turns the page fully and sees a single sentence hastily written over and over with what she recognizes as fierce emotion pouring from her child’s fingertips.

Dear Mulder,

Personal interest is all that I have. Personal interest is all that I have... Personal interest: it’s something I’ll always have, even if I should not.

“Oh, goodness.” She should not be reading any of this. If Dana wants her to know what secrets lie in her heart, she will tell her.

Maggie picks up the yellow paper next to her feet and immediately realizes it’s more than merely just a bookmark. It’s a note addressed to “Scully” that’s written in fresh ink and time stamped for today’s date.

I never imagined you’d invite me to see your private thoughts you’ve kept so well guarded over the years. I’m truly grateful; for your loyalty, your trust… for you, Scully. More than words can ever express.

Sniffling and riddled with guilt, Maggie slips the note meant for her daughter to read in private back behind the journal’s last written entry. This time, Dana’s greeting to the man she’s clearly been loving from afar for years is a very different one.

To my constant, my touchstone...

Maggie quickly shuts the book and stands, heart racing at her lack of self-control as she places the leather bound memento back on the shelf.

She has known for years that her daughter loves her partner a great deal, and that he loves her just as fiercely in return. She’s not an oblivious woman and never has been.

No, she thinks, as her eyes scan the room once again to land on a lone photo of Dana and Fox standing close together at a crime scene, staring into one another’s eyes, blind she is certainly not.

“Mom, I have tea brewing if…” Dana enters the room and stops a foot away as she takes in the likely overwhelming expression on her mother’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Maggie swallows a lump in her throat and smiles softly at her daughter across the room. Suddenly she sees the tomboy with wild red hair and dirty knees; then the teenage girl with freckles and braces kissing a boy on their front porch. She sees a proud Dana graduating with honors and jumping head first into med school, only to be eagerly recruited by the FBI. She then sees that pride and determination focus on a quest that Maggie will never truly understand, but she doesn’t need to.

No, Fox Mulder is the reason Maggie now sees a real and fulfilled happiness on her daughter’s face for the very first time.

“Nothing, honey. Nothing at all,” Maggie assures, and she means it.

Dana cocks a brow - just like her father used to - and points to the kitchen. “Okay, well I’ve a kettle on the stove if you want some tea.”

The house phone rings before Maggie can respond and Dana stares at it carefully, as if considering whether or not she should pick up. At the fourth ring, she gives in and answers with a breathy, “Yes, Mulder?”

Maggie smirks, silently moving about the living room to gather her things.

“The audit has been moved up? To tomorrow?” Dana huffs with her back turned, tapping her nails along her desk. “Isn’t this a little short notice coming from Skinner?”

Walking into the kitchen with her purse and sweater slung over her arm, Maggie removes the teapot from the burner before it screams for attention. She pours her daughter a cup the way Dana likes it and sets it on the dining room table as she finishes her call.

“Yeah... yes, I can do that,” Dana murmurs, failing to fight off a smile before swiftly hanging up. “I’m sorry, Mom I-”

“Have to go?”

“Mm,” she confirms and darts her gaze out the window. Maggie knows the summer sun is only partially to blame for the glow on her Irish child’s porcelain cheeks. “Something like that.”

“Fox needs you.” A question isn’t needed this time and both Scully women know why.

“Yes,” Dana draws a deep breath and nods. “It looks that way.”

Maggie has seen more than enough today to know that it’s always been that way. And when her daughter finally looks at her again, Maggie is staring at her gleefully.

“What, Mom?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Dana runs her tongue across her upper lip, expectant. “You may as well.”

Maggie shrugs nonchalantly, openly grinning now with a motherly confession perched at the tip of her tongue. 

“I may be near-sighted, Dana, but I’m not blind yet,” she teases, reaching up to cup her daughter’s reddening cheek. “Not blind at all.”

*

side note: Mulder leaving evidence of his weekend sleepovers at Scully’s is a little slice of head canon happiness I like to cling to pre Requiem. I do however believe the evidence shows he moved in with her after he came back in “deadalive,” just not beforehand. 

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

The Right Moment

Hello this is more Marvel (not that anyone asked for more marvel oops). Like I said before I’m always a slut for Tony Stark so I had to write this out. Especially since I’ve always wanted to play with the ‘Soulmates AU’ thing.

Tony Stark x female!Reader

Warnings: cursing, age gap

Takes place during IM2

6,650 words

The words were a messy scrawl against your skin. It was only a few shades darker than your skin tone, like every other soul mark in the world, making it look more like a birthmark than a tattoo. Not that anyone would see the mark and confuse it for a tattoo.

Nobody was born with his or her soul mark. It usually appeared in the early teens, around puberty, but the soul marks were more than just words on skin, marks on flesh. It was a part of who someone was. It was a quick glimpse into their future. A soul mark was the first sentence your soulmate would one day say to you. It was a moment in time etched on your body.

You slowly let your finger trace the four cluttered words on the right side of your ribcage. The handwriting was rushed and messy. Chaotic. It looked like the handwriting of someone who was always busy and scribbled notes wherever they could find space. That’s what you always imagined at least. The style of it somehow made the phrase look that much better though.

Looking for me, sunshine?

The words had appeared on your skin one random Saturday morning a few weeks after you turned twelve. Not everyone in the world got soul marks. There was no hard science behind it that said who would and wouldn’t get one. Scientists who studied the phenomenon said that genetics had nothing to do with it. Despite that, you had always assumed you wouldn’t get one. No one in your family had one, except maybe a great great great grandma on your mom’s side, but no one that anyone remembered.

Your mother had been so proud when she saw the words, as if you had done something special to deserve them. Your older sister gushed about how lucky you were. At only 12 years old you hadn’t fully grasped the concept of soulmates, but it excited you all the same. You thought you were lucky too.

Getting a soul mark at all had been nothing short of a miracle, but the fact that it was a simple, succinct mark was just pure luck. There had been a girl in high school whose soul mark took up all of her back. Apparently, her soul mate was quite the talker. Still, you always thought having a soul mark taking up all of your back would be better than having some obscene sentence out where others could see. A guy you met during your first year in college had the words, ‘I’d let you fuck me any day of the week’ written on his forearm in a loopy, fancy font. He seemed rather proud of it though, so you assumed he didn’t share your opinion. Then of course there were the overly plain soul marks. There were probably millions of people out there with the words, ‘Hey there’, ‘Hi’, and ‘How are you?’ written on their bodies. They were probably just as protective of their marks as you were with yours, but it had to be a pain having God knows how many people say those words to them all the time.

“Girl, are you ready, yet??”

You jumped at the voice behind the door, “Oh, yeah, almost. Be right out, Amber.”

The sound of heels walking away from the locked bathroom door made you turn back toward the mirror you had been looking in. Your eyes drifted over the words one last time before you turned to look at the dress hanging on the towel rack behind you. It was something you had bought proudly, but the moment you brought it home you questioned it. It flashy and bold with dark gold sequins decorating the entire thing. The dress loosely came down to right above your knees. It was a deep v-neck dress with two thin straps that went over your shoulder, one connecting higher up to the dress that covered your sides and the other further down to connect at the dress that sat on your lower back. You scrunched up your nose before just grabbing the dress and turning back around.

Admittedly, you had always hoped you wouldn’t have to wait long for your soulmate. Your mother would always hush you when you complained about the wait, ‘Everything comes at the right moment. Be patient.’

Knowing what you knew now, it was probably a good thing your soulmate wasn’t at the high school you attended. Most of those guys were still living in that same, small town content with not seeing the world. Now, you love your hometown, but it didn’t have what you wanted. What you needed. You craved exploration and adventure. You had dreams and goals that involved venturing out of comfort zones.

Still, you wondered what it was like for the people who met their soulmates so early on. There was a couple you met in your junior year of college that had met each other two days after they got their soul marks. They had to wait a total of two days, and here you were pushing on seventeen years.

Quickly, you slipped your short dress on and left the bathroom to find your roommate. You had met Amber Reyes as a senior in college when you went to rent an apartment near the campus. The two of you got along swimmingly, and when it came time to spread out it just so happened that both of you had your sights set on the Big Apple. Amber had a job laid out in New York City, and you had just been accepted into NYU’s Grossman School of Medicine.

The first year or so had been rough. The two of you were living in a shoebox sized apartment in Hell’s Kitchen working your asses off. Med school was as difficult as you knew it would be and Amber’s first job hadn’t worked out leaving her looking for new work. Still, the two of you had each other and with a little elbow grease it all worked out. Now Amber was running her own garage doing various auto repairs and you were a Resident at New York Hospital working in the Emergency Department.

Life was good, though your apartment was still kind of shitty.

“-look we’ll just meet you there, Kyle.” Amber said into her cell phone. She was leaning against the living room couch wearing a tight white, one shoulder dress that ended above her knees. It made her dark, flawless skin glow. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a tight, clean ponytail. As per usual, she looked like an absolute goddess. Amber’s brown eyes shot over to you, “M’hm, just don’t do anything stupid. Love you too.”

You lifted your hands and glanced down at yourself, “Are you sure this dress doesn't make me look like a hooker?”

“Oh, it absolutely does.” Amber smirked and walked toward you, “It’s perfect. Now what are you going to do with your hair?”

“I was just gonna leave it down.” You shrugged then squished your cheeks with your hands. “Can you help me with my make-up?”

“Duh.” She replied and headed back towards the bathroom. Amber was the most brilliant mechanic that you’ve ever met. Granted, you hadn’t met many, but still. She could take apart just about anything on earth and put it together in better shape than it had originally been in. Amber also was infinitely better than you were at applying make-up. She made it seem almost effortless. “So, Kyle is getting our tickets for the after party right now.”

“Sounds good.” You replied nonchalantly as you glanced at the words that were half showing on her bare shoulder blade. All you could see were the words, ‘Holy shit’, but you knew the entire thing read, ‘Holy shit, my soulmate is hot’. Amber was lucky in the sense that she was able to put together some of the mystery of how she’d meet her soulmate. She knew from the beginning that she’d probably be the first one to speak in the conversation considering her soulmate used the word soulmate in the sentence.

Kyle Davis was Amber’s soulmate and they had met a few months after the two of you had settled down in your broken down, shoebox of an apartment. He was a mechanical engineer that stopped by where Amber had worked at the time to pick up a few parts as a favor to his employer. All Amber had said after watching his failed attempts to flirt with other customers was, ‘That’ll be 143 dollars, Casanova’, and he had replied exactly how Amber expected someone would one day reply to her.

You had spent years of your life wondering about how you’d meet your soulmate, but you had no idea how it could play out. The words on your side could be the second part of the conversation or the first. It worked either way.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Amber asked as she grabbed the desk chair and dragged it into the bathroom for you to sit on.

You dropped into the chair with a sigh, “Just nothing.” Amber rolled her eyes giving you a dead panned look. You shook your head, “Seriously, I just… I’ve been thinking about my mark for the last few days.”

“Why?” Amber questioned and moved some hair out of your face before grabbing your stash of make-up.

You rubbed your hand over the material of your dress that sat just above your words, “I don’t know. It’s been bothering me lately.”

“Bothering you?”

“Yeah. It itches.” You replied and tilted your head up so Amber could work her magic.

“You know”, Amber began, “Some people say that your mark itches when you get closer to meeting your soulmate.”

Your eyes widened and Amber scolded you about the exaggerated facial expression, “Really? Did yours?”

“Mine didn’t, no, but Kyle said his felt weird for a few days before.” Amber said. Her voice trailed off as she focused on the task at hand. You had read all the online stories and self-help books on soul marks and soulmates. A part of you had hoped maybe it would shed some light on the process, but it didn’t really help anything. All you really got from it was the fact that there was no typical case. Soul marks were weird things with minds of their own. “Who knows, maybe this means you’re getting close.”

“God, I hope so.” You mumbled under your breath. After waiting for this long, a part of you didn’t even know what you’d do once you met the person. You tended to be pretty independent in nearly everything you did. It was part of the reason why any past relationships you had never lasted long. Dating between two people who weren’t fated for each other was a struggle enough, but your desire to handle things on your own and not open up certainly didn’t help the matter. Despite all this though, you desperately wanted to know. Even if it ended up being a disappointment, you just wanted the answer now.

Amber smirked as she put on the finishing touches, “Maybe they’ll be at the party tonight.”

You couldn’t stop the small smile that bubbled onto your lips, “You really think so?”

“Take a good look in the mirror, [Surname].” Amber smirked, “Who the hell wouldn’t fall for you?”

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Damn, girl.”

Amber’s words had gotten into your head, and now at the start of every new conversation you were basically holding your breath. You weren’t purposely getting your hopes up. In fact, you had a running mantra in your head that sounded a lot like the motto your mother introduced to you a week after you got the damn mark.

‘Everything comes at the right moment. Be patient.’

“Be patient, [Name].” You whispered to yourself, but you could hardly stand still.

“Why do you look so nervous? I should be the one who looks nervous. Shit, Amber, do I look nervous?”

You tore your gaze away from the crowd to see Kyle was no longer talking to you but was now facing Amber. He was wearing a fancy suit with a dark colored, neat tie that was hilariously uncharacteristic of him. You were used to seeing Kyle in worn down T-shirts and jeans. His medium length, dirty blond hair was combed back neatly, but despite Amber’s arguments he hadn't shaved the facial hair above his upper lip and across his jawline.

“You look fine.” Amber replied and adjusted his tie. “Though maybe you’d look better if you had listened and shaved—”

Kyle rolled his blue eyes, “I told you, Amber. I had to keep it. What if I run into Tony Stark? It might impress him!”

“And I told you that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Amber replied with an irritated sigh. “Besides, if you really want that job at Stark Industries, your best bet is to find Pepper Potts. She’s the CEO now. Talk to her about your designs.”

“Oh, but hon… Tony Stark.” Kyle replied, “If I could find him in this crowd somewhere and talk to him…”

“The mission tonight is to get a job, not stalk your idol.” Amber argued.

Kyle turned back to you, “Tell her, [Name].”

You grinned at him, “I also think your best bet is Pepper Potts. In fact, anyone other than Tony Stark is probably a good bet.”

Kyle frowned and mumbled something under his breath about his role model. Unlike Kyle, you didn’t have Stark’s biography memorized, but you got enough information off the news. He went from being a playboy, genius, billionaire with his hands in the weapons manufacturing business to some sort of self-declared superhero named Iron Man. From what you’ve seen in the news, he seemed like he was doing pretty good. He stopped Stark Industries from making weapons when he found out they were going to the wrong people, saved lives, and made a difference.

Of course, you weren’t too startled by the fact that it didn’t last long.

Sure, he was still Iron Man so he was still out helping people, which was great, but the hero obviously couldn’t keep his wild side down. Hell, the news had a field day when he randomly gave the position of CEO to his personal assistant. Now, based on what you’ve seen, you couldn’t figure out if he had done so to dedicate his life to helping the greater good or getting drunk off his ass and making poor life decisions. There were certainly more headlines about the poor life decisions than there was the heroic stuff.

“Now go. You’ll do great.” Amber smiled and pressed her lips at the corner of his mouth before pushing him off. You watched Kyle nervously make his way through the large crowd to where a red headed woman was talking to a group of people in business suits. Hopefully, the nerves would wear off and the friendly, easy-going Kyle would come back out. You tore your gaze away from him to see Amber grinning at you.

“What?”

She chuckled, “That smile hasn’t slipped from your lips since we walked through those fancy ass glass doors.”

You rolled your eyes at her, but the smile she spoke about didn’t falter. Despite the fact that nearly two hours had passed since you got here, you couldn’t shake this feeling of excitement. It was spilling out of you. Hell, it took everything in you not to just randomly start laughing. You felt downright giddy.

“I’m just in a really, really good mood.” You shrugged. Amber gave you a knowing look and you didn’t bother to mention the fact that your soul mark had been tingling since you walked in. That had to be a good sign, right?

“I think I’m gonna get a drink.” Amber replied simply.

You motioned for her to grab an empty table off to the side, “Wait here. I’ll get us both something. The usual for you?”

“Please and thank you.” She nodded.

You made your way through the crowd toward where the large bar sat in the corner. There were a few people leaning against the bar, but it was otherwise abandoned. You assumed this was due to the fact that servers were walking around everywhere taking orders themselves. That saved you a hassle. Nearly all of the barstools were open where you came to stand, but you didn’t bother grabbing a seat. You wouldn’t be long.

“Two dry martinis. One with olives and the other with a twist.” You ordered when the bartender caught your eye. He nodded and went to work while you waited patiently. The wall behind the bartender was an enormous mirror that you could see yourself in. The smile on your face was certainly large, but you hoped the excitement of it all didn’t make you look like a crazy person.

You chuckled and turned to look over the crowd. Was it really possible that your soulmate was in this very same room as you? The possibility existed that maybe they weren’t. Maybe all this excitement and soul mark tingling was just a false alarm, but the thought that the answer to the biggest question in your life was breathing the same shared airspace as you was exhilarating and terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. Quickly, you tried to push down your excitement. Nothing would be worse than to go home empty handed then wake up early for a long shift in—

“Looking for me, sunshine?”

The distinct, baritone of a male voice spoke from beside you and it shut down every single thought in your brain. It took every fiber of your being not to jump out of your shoes. Hearing the words made you feel like a fire was lit in your chest. Like something in your very soul moved at his voice. The tingling on your right side was replaced with a feeling of warmth. As if an invisible hand were tracing the words as they rolled in your mind. The fact that the voice was vaguely familiar didn’t even click with you until you turned to face him with a grin.

The smile you had managed to keep on your face all night slowly began to crack and slip away as you stared at the man beside you. His voice was vaguely familiar because you did know his voice. Hell, he had been on the news doing some interview not even a day ago. His face was one you knew because damn near everyone in the world knew who this guy was.

Tony fucking Stark.

There was no mixing him up with some other guy. He leaned against the bar beside you facing the huge mirror while you faced the crowd. His eyes were focused on you, but the clear, red glass of his sunglasses tinted the brown color. He had on an expensive dark burgundy suit over a black dress shirt with no tie. He even had on the same smirk that he wore in most of the pictures you had seen him in and not a soul in the United States of America, hell the world, wouldn’t recognize the unique goatee surrounding that stupid smirk.

Maybe he didn’t notice the absolute panic attack going on in your mind, but he pushed himself off the bar slightly, leaning closer to you. The bartender came back with your drinks then left to cater to another guest. Mr. Stark glanced at the two tall glasses.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re not here alone.” Mr. Stark spoke again.

You had to say something. Words needed to come out of your mouth now, but what would you say? No matter what you said he would know. The next words to come out of your mouth would be marked on his skin somewhere in your handwriting. If you said nothing, then would he even know? It’s not like a soul mark could say, ‘Your soulmate says nothing because she’s an indecisive dumbass’.

“Miss?” He questioned as he leaned forward. His smirk had widened as if he were impressed by the fact that you were speechless. As if it were his mere presence alone that could stun women into stupor.

The words left your mouth before you even had time to consider them. In an exasperated, ‘I’m giving up on the world’ tone, you sighed, “Oh, fuck me.”

That made the smirk fall off his face as quickly as your original smile had disappeared. Mr. Stark pulled his glasses off making it easier to see his wide, shocked eyes. He blinked once, twice… three times, before shaking his head, “Who told you to say that? Did Pepper put you up to this?”

“Oh my God.” You put a hand to your face as if that would help steady the tilting world around you, “You’re Tony Stark. Tony fucking Stark. Are you kidding me?”

“Rhodey then? Did he tell you to say that?” Mr. Stark questioned further. He slipped his glasses into his jacket pocket and his hand lingered over his left side briefly. “Maybe…Happy? Was it Happy?”

You turned around quickly, grabbing your martini, and quickly began to down it. The alcohol burned your throat, but as soon as you had finished yours you picked up Amber’s. Mr. Stark grabbed your wrist before you could bring the glass to your lips and your eyes darted to his in panic. The two of you just stood like that for a moment. You with a martini glass halfway to your lips, panic in your eyes, and Tony Stark holding your wrist with disbelief in his own warm, brown eyes.

The party around you hadn't stopped. People still milled about laughing and talking as if nothing had changed. Yet here you stood feeling like the world had dropped out from under your feet.

“You’re really my soulmate, aren’t you?” Mr. Stark commented in incredulity with a slight shake of his head. The corners of his mouth quirked up as a chuckle rolled out. It wasn’t the typical smirk though; it almost seemed like a genuine smile.

“Is this really happening?” You said in a whispered tone.

“Oh, it’s really happening, sunshine.” He said and took his hand off your wrist to grab the glass. Mr. Stark set it against the bar countertop. He grinned, “You are gorgeous, by the way, I didn’t get to that part of my little spiel.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You’re Tony Stark.”

“I think we’ve already established that. The question is, who are you?”

“I-I’m [Name].” You said.

“[Name]…?” He questioned, obviously fishing for your last name for some reason.

“[Surname].” You finished then shook your head, “Listen, Mr. Stark-”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t start that. Just Tony.”

“Mr. Stark”, You ignored him, “This has to be a mistake. I’m not— and you— I don’t think we’d even get along, let alone work out.”

He shrugged, “Obviously, you’re wrong. My words are on your skin, and yours on mine. Where are my words, by the way?”

“I uh- um, here.” You lifted your hand and set it over your mark.

Tony’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “That’s interesting.”

“How so?”

His smirk returned as he grabbed your hand softly and pulled you a step closer to him. You froze in surprise as he moved your hand to rest inside his suit jacket on top of the left side of his ribcage, “My words are right here.”

“Really?” You blurted out. There were myths and rumors that the closer the soul marks were to being in the same place, the stronger the bond between the soulmates would be. You had never met anyone who had soul marks in the same place, and the closest you had seen yourself was a couple where one mark was on the woman’s ankle and the other on her partner’s hip.

“We could leave, and I could show you.” Tony said slyly. “I mean, to be honest, I always imagined the context of your words to be a little different.”

You snatched your hand away from his chest and crossed your arms, “You wish.”

“I most certainly do.” You could feel your face heat up as you unconsciously took a step back away from the bar and away from your supposed soulmate. His smile faltered slightly, but he didn’t hesitate to take a step toward you. “Listen, I was serious about that first part. Let’s get out of here. Go get something eat or find a place where we can get a real drink.”

“A place where we can just talk?” You pressed.

Tony stuck his hands into his pocket and nodded, “We do have a lot to talk about.”

You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before nodding your head. He grinned in response and offered you his arm to lead you out and you took it after only a brief moment of hesitation. It was easy to conclude that you were torn on this matter. The curious part of you, the part looking for answers, was more than happy to go to some random bar and chat up a storm. When did his soul mark appear? Was it the same time as yours? Had his been feeling weird up to this point? You’d chat up a storm to find the information you wanted.

However, this was not some random guy in a room of people or the guy next door. This was Tony Stark. The billionaire, the playboy, the narcissistic superhero that people either adored or hated. Was this the kind of guy you wanted to know? Yeah, he was your soulmate according to the words on your chest, but sometimes these soulmate things didn’t work out. It was rare, but these things did exist. Even if you decided to not judge him on his very public mistakes or the women he flaunted, he was still a powerful man with a lot of enemies.

What exactly were you getting yourself into?

The place he had in mind was literally only a few blocks away from where the after-party event was being held. After only a five minute, rather uncomfortable walk, you found yourself sitting in a booth in the very back of an old diner across from Tony Stark. The two of you stood out among the other customers in your formal clothes, but after a couple minutes passed nobody seemed to be paying either of you any more attention.

“Well, look at you Tony, all dolled up.” An older waitress came by with a wide smile. He grinned and she continued, “The usual?”

“You know me well, Ethel.” He replied and glanced at you, “You hungry? I usually get a thing of fries here. It’s good, we can share?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

Tony glanced back at Ethel, “She’ll have a scotch too.”

“She looks like she could use one.” Ethel commented, “What’d you do to the poor girl?”

Tony held his hands up in mock surrender. Ethel gave you a warm smile before walking off. You readjusted the hem of you dress and pulled it down, so it covered a little bit more of your legs.

He leaned across the table slightly, “So, how do we start this heart to heart—”

“Do you even want a soulmate?” You asked bluntly.

Tony blinked in surprise, “Wow, ok, go straight for the jugular there.”

“Seriously, I mean it.” You said, “I never took you as the kind of guy who would even want to settle down with one person. You seem pretty pleased with how your life is now.”

“That’s a fair question.” He leaned back into the booth and didn’t immediately answer your question. Finally, he shrugged nonchalantly with a smile on his face, but his brown eyes looked worried, “I don’t know. I really don’t. What about you?”

You forced a chuckle and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Every little girl dreams about her soulmate, right?”

“Knowing what you know now, knowing that it’s me, do you still want one?” He asked. Ethel came back with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. It looked a lot more expensive than this place could handle and you wondered if the guy in front of you had anything to do with that. She set them down on the table with a smile before leaving. Tony grabbed the bottle and poured some amber liquid into both glasses. He set the bottle down and pushed the glass toward you before grabbing his own, “Do you even want to consider the possibility of having Tony Stark as your soulmate?”

He took a large drink of his scotch but didn’t tear his eyes from yours. You tapped your fingers against the glass and tried to ignore the chill running down your back. The diner was much colder than the party and this dress was hardly made for cold temperatures. You twisted your lips in thought, “That’s a really good question. I’m supposed to, aren’t I? Judging a book by its cover is wrong.”

“True, but this book can’t really deny most of the things on its cover.” Tony said, “And there is a lot of things on my cover. Good and bad.”

“Like being Iron Man?”

He smirked and nodded, “Yeah, that’s one of them.”

“A good one or a bad one?”

“I was going to let you decide on that.” He said then added, “Though I will admit, I was hoping the whole superhero gig would add some points with you. I hear the whole ‘saving lives’ and ‘being a hero’ thing is quite the turn on for ladies.”

You bit back a chuckle, “Admittedly, the Iron Man thing did win you a decent number of points.” You took a quick drink of the scotch, ignoring the burning taste and the growing smile on Tony’s face, then said, “But then there’s the whole ‘archenemies’ and ‘worrying about you dying’ bit that loses you nearly as many points as you had earned.”

His smile faltered on that last statement, and even though you meant it mostly as a joke he seemed to tense at the words. You took another sip of your drink and rubbed your arm with your free hand to try and get rid of the goose bumps that had formed. Tony shrugged out of his suit jacket and offered it to you over the table. You opened your mouth to argue, but the look on his face put a halt to your words.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and shrugged into the dark burgundy coat. It was obviously too big for you, but it was warm and smelled nice.

Moments later, Ethel came back with a basket of fries that she set between the two of you. Tony thanked her sincerely, and you gave her a brief smile. She left again, as quickly as she had come, and it was silent between the two of you again.

“You know, it kind of sucks.” Tony said suddenly making your eyes widen. He snatched a fry from the basket and quickly ate it while you waited for him to finish his thought. “We find each other, and you know everything about me but I know absolutely nothing about you. Kinda seems unfair if you ask me.”

You grabbed a fry for yourself, “From my perspective, I know a lot about you, but now I have to sit here and wonder how much is true, how much is false, and whether or not any of it actually represents who you are.”

“So, I guess we can agree that it sucks from both sides of things?” He commented. You chuckled and nodded in agreement. Tony finished his drink and grabbed the bottle to pour himself some more, “I bet you never pictured meeting your soulmate would look like this.”

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, you can say that again.”

“Tell me about how you pictured it.”

For a moment you didn’t say anything. The only person you had ever shared your daydreams with was your older sister. It wasn’t so much that you were ashamed of the fantasies, everyone with a soul mark had their own, but saying it out loud just made it seem that much more real. You were always afraid that if you said your hopes and daydreams out loud too many times then eventually you would start believing it might actually happen that way and you didn’t want to be disappointed.

Tony noticed your hesitance and spoke up, “I never really thought about it when I was a kid, and as a young adult I didn’t really give a damn…” He chuckled, “Thinking back now though, the funniest thing would have to be the way my mom’s face looked when she saw the words ‘Oh, fuck me’ written on her 12 year old’s chest.”

You couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at his words and he smiled along with you. That did have to be pretty bad. His mom probably thought he’d end up with some crazy woman or something.

“I’m the only person in my family with a soul mark.” You admitted with a small smile, “My parents didn’t have them, but they were still so close and just perfect for each other.” You let your eyes linger on the glass in front of you, “I had a few daydreams on how meeting my soulmate would pan out, but I guess the similar theme in all of them was just excitement. If my parents, who weren’t marked for each other, were so perfect and close…how much better would my relationship one day be?”

Your eyes lifted back to the man in front of you only to find his gaze hadn't moved an inch from you. Nervously, you finished your drink and then pulled the coat around you tighter before reaching for another fry.

Tony cleared his throat, “How do you think your family would react if you called them and told them who your soulmate was?”

You chuckled, “My older sister would lose her mind. She kinda has a low-key crush on you. Even her husband knows it.” Tony laughed quietly as you continued, “My dad would be worried. He’d probably threaten your life a bit.”

“And your mom?” Tony questioned in amusement.

“She would be torn for sure.” You said confidently, “She’d probably rotate from being super worried to asking about when I was going to give her grandbabies.”

Tony choked on the scotch he was drinking and that made you chuckle to himself. He pulled the glass away and cleared his throat. He looked like he wanted to say something or maybe comment on what you said, but you didn’t give him the chance, “How come you called me sunshine?”

“I’m sorry?”

“My words.” You repeated, “I always thought my soulmate would be some sort of southern gentleman or…I don’t know. Sunshine just doesn't seem like the kind of pet name you would use.”

Tony licked his bottom lip in thought and he undid the top button of his shirt. A light blue glow peeked out from his shirt, but your eyes lingered on an odd looking set of angry, inflamed lines that briefly could be seen when he undid his shirt . Your attention was pulled away when he began to speak, “Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“I noticed you earlier in the night.” Tony said and he tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but his shoulders were on the tense side and his eyes looked worried again, “The dress and your legs are definitely what first caught my attention, but then I saw you smiling and… damn, you were smiling. I don’t know if I could even call it just a smile, you were grinning ear to ear.” His lips quirked up slightly, “I lost sight of you for a while, but then I saw you heading toward the bar and I thought I’d strike up a conversation. A few hours had passed so I figured maybe you had to be at least a little tired of being so happy, but there you were grinning again.” Tony shrugged, “I don’t know what you were so happy about, but you were just beaming at the bar and I swear you lit up the entire room with that smile.”

You ducked your head down slightly as a small smile grew on your lips. His answer wasn’t the kind of answer you expected from him. Hell, none of this conversation was exactly what you expected of him. A determined idea settled in your mind and you looked back up at him with a smirk, “Thanks, Mr. Star— uh, Tony.”

He raised his glass at you slightly, “My pleasure, [Name].”

The two of you talked for a few more hours. Eventually the fries and the alcohol ran out, but the conversation didn’t. It was mostly just light-hearted banter and the trading of information. You told him more about your family and background, and he answered nearly every question you rattled off to him. You avoided the heavier topics, like the fact that you knew his parents were dead or the whole kidnapped and held hostage thing, because you didn’t want something to make this night go wrong.

A buzzing in your purse made you stop mid-sentence and reach over for it. The moment you pulled it out and saw Amber’s name flashing across the screen your face paled, “Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit.”

“Everything ok?” Tony questioned.

“I ditched my friend at that party. I went to get her a drink and…”

“And you ran into me.” Tony chuckled, “It’s fine. I should probably leave.”

The tone of his voice and the worry in his eyes made you pause skeptically. You thought this impromptu date of sorts was going very well, but occasionally you’d notice the look of worry grow. You stood up and let Amber’s call go to voicemail, “So now what?”

“Now, I get your number and you go home and dream about how hot and amazing your soulmate turned out to be.” Tony replied cheekily as a confident mask covered the look of worry he had worn only moments ago. He reached forward and pulled something out of the pocket of his jacket. You smiled and gave him your number without hesitation. He nodded, “I’ll have someone come pick you up and take you anywhere.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You argued as he sent out a message on his phone.

He shoved it into his pocket and shook his head, “I insist. Happy’s a great driver.”

“Happy?”

“He works for me. Good guy.” Tony replied. You tried to shrug out of his jacket, but he reached forward and held the lapels in place. “Keep it.”

You nodded once, “Ok. Well, it was… really good to meet you? I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say now.” You both chuckled, but you pushed on, “I’m really glad you came up to speak to me, Tony.”

“Yeah, me too.” He replied softly. You didn’t know what to expect, but Tony leaning forward to pull you into a hug as not it. After a moment you hugged him back and tried not to let your mind roll to the cliché thoughts of how right this felt. He pulled away with a smile, “I’ll call you.”

Then without another word Tony left and you sat down to wait for the car he had called for you. Your soulmate was completely out of view now and a part of you wondered if it had all been some sort of weird ass hallucination. The cologne on the expensive jacket around your shoulders told you otherwise though.

Your cellphone buzzed again, and you picked it up expecting another text or call from Amber. Instead, it was a single text from an unknown number.

‘Goodnight, sunshine.☀️’

[imaginesmai]

Tom Holland-The Impossible (6)

So, this is the end! I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writting it! This is the most happy part, I think. Thank you for your love!! Btw, if you want to read some more angst, I’m working on a different series for our lovely boy Peter Parker, let me know if you want to be tagged! I will anounce it soon

Plot: the worst have passed. The tsunami, the fear, the wounds. Life goes on, for all of you

Previous parts:  (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

“Harry! Harry, for the love of God! Come here now!”

The park was particularly crowded that day, families with their children enjoying a sunny day with a picnic and groups of teenagers playing card games. A soft breeze made women’s hair move, and some of their dresses were flying upwards in a not so casual manner.

The man’s scream made a few head turns his way, but quickly they came back to their original matter. Talking, eating, making out. Like in a school’s playground, everyone was doing their things in the park. Besides the river, a few kids were having a bath. It was a normal sight, something to be happy about. In the middle of the main group of children, stood one that looked forward with an annoyed look.

He had a mop of brown, wet then from the water that covered more than half of his body. He had been wearing a red and black shirt, with his favourite design in the front, too big for his small body. Harry was a thin boy, shorter than most of the boys and girls his age, and usually the clothes were a bit too wide. Still, the five years old had insisted in buying that t-shirt and wearing it that day to the park, where he could show it to his favourite uncles.

But he no longer cared about it, and the t-shirt had been thrown over a big stone at the border of the river.

“Harry! Out!”

Coral, a girl he had been playing with, gave him a weird look, and slowly swam far from him. She was mildly afraid of the man that was running towards them, a wild look on his face. He was running fast, yet suddenly stopped when he was almost touching the water.

He looked at the water, back to Harry and begged to the boy with his eyes to come out.

Now, Harry was a smart boy. He knew that what his father did was a living was extraordinary, that his mommy wasn’t like the rest of them, and that there were some things that were banned in his house.

Harry Holland could eat all the sugar he wanted after the bed time, but could never, never, take a bath. Not unless one of his uncles were with him, and his parents didn’t know.

Harry Holland could have any toy he wanted. Cool cars, expensive building packs, electronic books. But he could never, never, ask for a trip to the beach. Last time he did that, the little boy ended up in the hospital in the arms of his grandma, while his father was lying in a cot high in meds.

Harry Holland knew he shouldn’t have gone into the river, and walked out of it with his head hung low. As soon as his little feet hit the ground, his daddy was squeezing the life out of him.

“Oh God”

Some of the moms gave Tom weird looks, but most of them just looked down to their businesses or hugged tighter their kids. Tom’s breathing was anything but normal, and it took him a few minutes to go back to reality. Harrison, who had a comforting hand on his shoulder, didn’t rush him. He let his best friend hug his son as long as he wanted.

Sounds around them came back slowly, and he was able to tear the arms off his boy. Harry looked quite ashamed, big brown eyes looking at his father and the ground, little fingers fidgeting in front of him. The actor blinked the tears away from his eyes and sniffled, reminding himself that it was just his son in a river. Not Thailand. Not the beach. Not it again.

“Harry, you can’t go running off like that” Harrison said, kneeling in front of the pair. The boy nodded. “You scared us all.”

“I’m sorry daddy” he whimpered, rubbing his eyes with his little fist. “I just wanted to play”

“There is enough space to play out of the water” the blond reasoned with him, not wanting to give Tom the weight of scolding his son for his fears. “Why don’t we go back? Uncle Paddy is trying to prank uncle Harry”

Harry let out a small giggle, eyes glossy. For a little boy, he knew when he did something wrong. He knew how to differentiate. It was not the same not picking up his toys than running into the water.

Before anyone could move, he rushed forwards and fell again into the arms of his father. Tom’s arms were shaky, and pressed the kid against his chest. There was no human soul that could differentiate where the father’s hair ended and where Harry’s started. In school, teachers said that he was a carbon copy of his father. Tom made a fart sound on his son’s neck, and he broke in a fit of giggles and squirms. Easily, he picked the kid up, and let him wrap around his body like a koala.

For the first two years, Tom had been afraid of picking up Harry. He felt like his son would coward away from the scars on his arms. His neck. His chest. He hadn’t counted them for a long time, the painful reminder of what almost took his life away. But what chose him to cherish every second life gave him. That was why he didn’t say no to anything his son asked. Time was precious.

“Is food ready?” Harry asked, leaning his head on Tom’s shoulder.

“We have to wait a little longer” Tom said. “Why? Is this little guy giving you problems?”

His fingers tickled the small stomach, and Harry laughed again. Tom could spend hours listening to him.

“No!” Harry smiled. There was a gape on his mouth, where a few hours ago there had been a teeth. It was put away on Tom’s wallet. “I heard grandad saying that we were going to eat all together”

Harrison sighed, and changed the topic. It was easy, because little Harry soon started talking about the Batman film he had seen last month. Tom couldn’t forget about it that eastly.

He had been a nervous wreck since he had woken up. It was an important day, the first day all the family had decided to go out in public since the incident. Tom feared it was too much, that things could go wrong or that someone would say something. That had been the main reason of Harry’s run away; Tom had been too busy looking at the text message to pay attention to his son, and he had ran to the river in search of new friends.

The message itself came back to Tom’s mind, and his palms became sweaty. Only minutes away. Probably, it would go wrong. It had gone wrong the other tenth time he had tried; someone being rude, too many paparazzi, the trauma coming back. He had all his faith on that day, but-

“Mommy!”

Like a rocket, Harry was out of Tom’s arms and running, as well as he could, towards the limping figure that was talking to Nikki. Tom’s face broke into a smile and fastened his steps, until he was besides you. Harry was jumping up and down around you in circles, too excited to keep still but knowing he couldn’t just hug his mommy. Not yet.

“Hey baby” you said, and tried to pick him up. There was a metallic sound and you almost fell backwards. Luckily, Tom’s arm found your back and took most of Harry’s weight in the other. The boy chuckled and showered your face with kisses. “Wow! What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

“You did it so well mommy!” Harry squealed happily, and hug your neck. The boy closed his eyes. “And I missed you so much! But daddy told me you would be back”

“Yeah, I couldn’t be much longer away from my favourite boys.”

The rest of the Holland family stepped back to give you some privacy, and Tom kissed your forehead briefly. What he wanted, was to lock you in your room and keep you there forever. But he knew you were already making a big effort being there, in front of so many people, so he restrained from dragging more attention to yourselves.

Harry babbled about school, how he had met new friends and he had drawn so many draws, mommy, we’re going to cover your room in that! You laughed, but bit your tongue to avoid spilling the beans.

Tom smiled at your knowingly.

Life had not been what you had planned after your trip to Thailand. You only wanted to solve whatever problems you had with Tom; but instead, got the worst of your nightmares. For six years, you had been traveling from hospital to hospital with a missing leg. In order to save you, the local medics in Thailand had to cut your leg; so badly, that it had caused you problems for six years.

For six years, you had been living in different rooms in hospital while Tom and Harry did their lives in your house. For six years, Tom had made the impossible to get you to see the little boy every two days. For six years, you were robbed from your time with your son, by some cruel fate that seemed to follow you.

But that day, in Tom’s and yours room, were all the suitcase your carried with you to the hospitals, along with some gifts from the doctors. Tom pecked your lips once, two when he saw you begging to protest. You were like two teenagers in love, while Harry talked without noticing anything.

It had been six years since your life ended in that beach in Thailand. You had arrived to London in a private plane, Tom holding you as he sobbed himself unconscious, covered in blood, dirt and fear. One year later, little Harry came to the world, and things started again. Operations, therapy, meds.

Life had not been kind. But you were past the point of caring.

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catching up

ive always been curious to what would of happened if nancy was at the hospital when amelia texted her this is a lot fluffier than what would of actually happened in the show but i have a soft spot for sister relationships

‘Are you at the hospital?’ Amelia sent to her eldest sister.

‘Yes. Why?’ Nancy texted in response to Amelia.

‘Can we talk?’

‘There are benches outside the hospital by the park meet me there.’

Amelia then put her phone into her pocket, and tried to find her way around. After looking around at a map and asking someone in close proximity to her she finally found her way. She sat quietly on the bench waiting for her sister so that she could apologize.

“Hello.” Nancy said as she sat down next to her sister.

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night.” Amelia said as she picked at the skin around her nail.

“I was very embarrassed for you.” Nancy replied looking straight ahead.

“I humiliated everyone last night.” Amelia chuckled.

“Yeah you did.” Nancy commented, leaving the air quite for awhile until she spoke up again. “Why did you and Owen end?”

“What do you have a bet for the reason too?” Amelia questioned with a snarky manner.

“Maybe, and I’m just curious.”

“Hmph, what did you bet your money on?”

“I put 45 on him not being able to handle you and him leaving.” Nancy said looking to her sister to see if that stirred a reaction from her sister.

“You know, Derek really liked Owen and I together. I mean I loved Owen but I think that had a lot to do with why I married him.” Amelia said still looking down, avoiding looking at her sister.

“That didn’t answer the question.”

“I don’t know, the brain tumor, the fact that he was in love with his best friend, and we just wanted different things.”

“Well..No one won the bet, unless he cheated on you with the best friend.” Nancy said looking to Amelia again to try to get a silent response from her.

“Not technically.”

“Hmm.”

“So how have you been?” Amelia asked.

“I’ve been really good. I miss Derek though and I wish I would’ve stayed in touch more after the whole Addison thing. My kids fight a lot with one another which is normal but some times they take it too far and I have to bring up Derek. And how they should value the time they have with one another.” Nancy said holding back tears.

“Yeah, after the divorce everyone drifted. Especially during the holidays before that I don’t remember a signal Christmas we weren’t all together. Even with med school and residency.” Amelia said reflecting back on all the Shepherd Christmases.

“We should start that up again. It wouldn’t be the same without Derek, but still.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice. So how has everyone been?”

“Yeah, oh my god you probably don’t know. Liz is going to be a grandma.” Nancy said laughing

“What! I haven’t been gone that long how old is her oldest 18?”

“17, Liz lost her ever loving mind when she found out. But now she has been pretty supportive of it.”

“That’s crazy, I’ve missed a lot.” Commented Amelia.

“Yeah you have. So are you going to explain about who Betty and the baby are.”

“Hmm I’d prefer not.”

“Oh come on Amy I just told you a secret not even mom knows that.”

“First off that wasn’t your secret to tell. And does mom seriously not know?” Amelia questioned staring at her sister in shock.

“No mom doesn’t know yet, you know Liz’s whole mom doesn’t love me deal.” To this Amelia laughed, it was only human nature for Liz to feel that way being the middle child.

“Well, Owen started fostering this baby and he knew nothing about it so I went over to help him. We were divorced at this point. And it just kind of worked and then we met Leo’s birth mom, Betty. 15, an addict so of course she knew everything.” That comment releasing a laugh from Nancy. “And so we took her in and then it worked for awhile until it didn’t.”

“If it was good then why did it stop working?” Nancy questioned, invested in what she was listening too.

“Betty went back to her parents, we almost lost Leo, his best friend is pregnant with his baby. It’s just too complicated.”

“The Amy I know lives for complicated.” To this comment Amelia chuckled a little bit.

“Well, I have Link it’s nothing serious but we have a good time. And then I’m helping Mer with the kids. It’s really all I need. And I’m excelling in my field it’s good, truly.” Amelia said smiling to her sister.

“I’m glad Amy.” Nancy said smiling to her sister engulfing her in a hug. “Wait when did the best friend get pregnant?”

“Oh I don’t even know.” Amelia said laughing. “Do you still talk to Addison.”

“Of course I do Amy, we still go to an OB/GYN conference every year. What about you?”

“A little bit here and there. I miss her though, I should go visit her some time. Have you been to LA to see her?” Amelia asked curious, knowing she never went when she was there.

“Yeah, I met Henry. Sweet little kid.” Nancy commented, Amelia then checked her watch and realized the time.

“I have a plane to catch. I love you Nancy.” Amelia said engulfing her sister in yet another hug which was surprising.

“I’m proud of you Amy.” Nancy said blowing her a kiss as she walked away.

[averclar]

Stop Holding Your Tongue // Self-Para.

Who: Avery & Robin Clarington. Mentions of: The Colonel,  Chase, @eoinflanagan & @professorclarington

When: Friday, 6 March 2020

Where: Avery’s place after school

Notes: Robin surprised Avery and Avery tells her what’s on her mind.

OOC:  I tried <3

Triggers: Mental illness, depression, death

Avery opened Chase’s car door as she played her Switch and thanked her mom. Avery was still struggling but she was doing a lot better than she was doing. Sure, she dyed her hair blonde, which probably wasn’t the brightest idea she had but she liked it. “Alright, when we get inside, I need your clothes since I want to get ahead of the laundry this weekend and remember to pull out your swimsuit that I bought you this past summer for Sunday. Also- “She started to say before stopped when she noticed her mom’s car and rolled her eyes as they approached the front porch, where her mom was waiting. “Crap.” Chase looked up from her game and furrowed her brows.

“What mom?” She asked as she took off her headphones and let them hang around her neck before she saw her grandma Clarington. “Oh,” Chase said softly before she handed over her Switch. “Headphone time?” Avery nodded as she slipped her gaming system into her backpack and watched Chase slipped her headphones onto her head before she grabbed her iPod out of her pocket. “Avery,” Robin said as she saw her daughter and granddaughter.

“We’ll talk once we’re inside,” Avery replied as she walked past her mom and unlocked the door, letting Chase go first then Robin followed, and Avery closed the door behind her once she was inside. She placed her backpack next to the door, slipped off her shoes and placed them with the other ones. “Want a cuppa?” Robin gave her daughter a look when she heard the foreign word. “I meant, tea. Want a cup of tea?” Robin rolled her eyes before she followed her own daughter into the kitchen.

“This is why your father and I are on the fence about that boy, changing your vocabulary and making you act different.” Avery closed the cabinet door and glanced back at her mother.

“First and foremost,” Avery started then watched Chase head upstairs to her bedroom and looked back at her mother as she leaned against the counter. “That boy has a name and its Eoin. I’m still me, and just because I’ve been picking up words doesn’t mean anything. Maybe I want to communicate with him by using his own use of words? But god forbid me actually wanting to do that because I would be a disgrace of the Clarington name, which you and the Colonel don’t like, but newsflash mother, I’m twenty-five-years-old and I don’t give a fuck of what you and dad think about my.” She paused as she glanced around, making sure that Chase wasn’t in the room. “Relationship with Eoin,” Avery whispered. “but I am asking you to respect Eoin because he has been there for me, through everything, including Trevor’s death. He’s been here for Chase and me, he loves Chase like she’s his own daughter, he loves me for me. Don’t you want me to find someone who truly loves and cares for me and have someone love your granddaughter? Or do you want me to be lonely my entire life and not experience true love?” She swallowed thickly as she looked at her mom, knowing that she had tears rolling down her cheeks and waited for her mom to say something.

“Avery, dear.” Robin started before she let out a sigh as she rubbed her forehead briefly. “I don’t know what you see in that boy. He’s a pre-med student, a doctor who has better use of his time than have a relationship with a single mom who has mental issues.” Avery let out a bitter chuckle as she shook her head and grabbed herself a cup before she filled the kettle then placed it onto the burner.

“And I wonder where I got those mental issues, mother. You and dad weren’t so much help when I was a kid.” Avery replied as she grabbed a mint tea bag and tied it to the handle. “Moving us all over the country, sending Hunter off to WestPoint, treating me like a child when I was no longer a child. Which you’ve been doing that ever since Trevor and Chase came into my life, by the way.” She turned back around to face her mother. “Want to know what I see in him? I see an amazing, handsome guy who stepped up to the plate after I gave him the option to leave. I don’t know how many times I gave him that chance to not do this co-parent situation with me, but every time I did, he stayed. Even when he was with his ex, he chose to stay. It hurt like hell that I even did that because he loves Chase like his own daughter. You should see them together, mom. It makes my heart swoon and every time I see him interact with her; I fall even more in love with him. It scares me on how much I love him, but I do, I love him with all my heart. When we go without days seeing each other because of our schedules, it makes me miss him more and when we’re sleeping next to each other, it makes me feel like I’m, finally found somewhere I can call home. He’s my home.” She paused as she wiped away the tears and let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry that you guys can’t accept that I’m finally happy. I know it's hard to see me happy, believe me, but damn its mom, I need my mom. I want to talk to my mom about this, about how much I want to spend my life with this guy. I want to talk about how I’m dealing with so much right now, but I can’t lean on my own mother because she’s against my relationship for a reason that I don’t quite understand.”

Robin stood quiet for some time, not knowing what to say to her daughter. She stepped forward towards her daughter when she noticed that she was on the verge of shaky and pulled her into a hug. “Does he truly make you happy, Avery?” Avery pulled back to look at her mom in the eyes and nodded.

“He does, mom and it scares me because I have never been this happy before. Not even with Trevor and if you and dad don’t see it and don’t respect it, then I don’t need you in my life.” Avery said firmly as she looked at her mom. “Because his mum & da has welcomed me with open arms and has already accepted Chase as their granddaughter.” She sniffed as she kept eye contact with her mom. Robin nodded slightly, gave her daughter a small smile and brushed some of her hair away from her face once she took a step towards Avery.

It was quite for a few moments, Avery not knowing what was going to happen but she wasn’t backing down, not this time. Robin let out a sigh and gave her a small smile. “Then tell me more about this boy who has captured your heart.” Avery furrowed her brows, wondering why all sudden change. “Because if he makes my daughter truly happy, then I would like to get to know him and if it would be okay with you guys, I would like to see Chase more often.”

“What about dad?” Avery questioned as she looked at her mom.

“Let me deal with him, okay? Now, where are your cups, because I want to have some of your tea, and I want to know Eoin. I also realized we have a long way to go, but I would like to repair our relationship and I want to repair my relationship with Chase.” Avery looked at her mom, wondered if it was something that her parents had planned but she wasn’t going to question it right now.

“I would love that. For everyone’s sake.” Avery replied as she sniffed and wiped away the rest of her tears. Robin gave her daughter a smile and nodded. For the rest of the afternoon, Avery and Robin caught up and started to mend their broken relationship. 

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (8)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Episode 8: Pepperoni Part 1

Warnings: a tiny bit of violence

Word Count: my condition is a bit worse than I imagined but I made it through the day in a well enough daze to complete it so yayy! I’ll have to pay the doctor a visit tomorrow. *sighs* I don’t wike it.

MASTERLIST

E01, E02, E03, E04, E05, E06, E07, E08, E09

Tony: What do you mean am I excited? It's my wedding day. The day of my wedding with the best, most amazing woman on earth, nay, this entire universe. *sarcastic mutters* Am I excited *announces* I am not excited, I'm delighted, I'm hysterical, I am *breathes* nervous. *camera zooms in* I'm terrified. *tilts head towards the door and shouts* Pepper are you sure you want to do this?! I mean, marry me? I love you so much and I just want to make sure you do not think this is a horrible decision. *Pepper's voice comes from the lounge, saying 'Tony, relax. Did you take your meds?'* Yes! *Replies, 'Okay. Now, breathe. I love you, honey.'* *straightens to look back at the camera* *content sigh* That's my future wife. *beams*

Pepper: He saves the entire *censored* planet without as much as a thought for his personal safety let alone his health and now he thinks he doesn't deserve happiness? *smiles and shrugs* I won't say anything today. I'll just marry the *censored* out of him to show him what he deserves. *chuckles* And *straightens in her chair* I swear to God if anyone tried to crash my wedding I am going to rip their *censored* throat out and crush their skull with my bare hands. Tony: It's the hormones. Dr Cho mentioned it yesterday when Pepper won't stop positively cursing the news of the doctor's marriage last night. *giggles* She looks so cute when she swears. *Pepper's angry voice comes from the lounge 'Tony! Get your *censored* ass in the suit already!'* *camera zooms out to reveal him in his blue tee and black workout shorts* See? So cute! *blushing furiously* Pepper was getting ready in your room which you had happily loaned to her for the day. Natasha had just finished putting her hair in a flawless side bun and was readying the items for her makeup when you walked in. "Pepper, the package is here. Natasha here is Tony's ring. Pietro is bringing Dum-e to the lawn, slowly but surely they'll reach there. I have no idea why Wanda wanted him to do the task. That guy is nearly in tears right now. And-" "And you are still not ready," Pepper announced, making the camera give a once-over to you in your track pants, a tank top, your tied-up hair a complete mess and your face worn-off. "Y/N, sweety, you look like you haven't slept in ages. Please just go take a shower and get ready." "But there's still-" "No," Pepper declared with her eyes while Natasha signalled you from behind her to stop arguing and do as she says. Natasha: Wow! This girl must really love organizing things because she's been going up and down since five in the morning. *takes a sip of her mimosa* I trust her. Like I said before, she's the only adult here. *shrugs* What do you mean what about Clint? You want the wedding to take place today without anyone getting drunk up to their eyeballs, right? Clint: What? That's a really good idea. Booze is the best magic potion. You remember you had a blast but you don't remember the details but you DO remember that it was a blast. *shrugs and opens his arms as if stating the obvious* food tastes good, music sounds wonderful and people cry over their ex. *smiles* perfect wedding. You took in Natasha's signals and sighed. "Okay. Fine. I-uhh... let me see what I can wear and I'll be out of here," you muttered as you started walking towards your closet. "But you already have something to wear," Natasha stated casually, pointing her gaze towards something behind you. You turned to see a dress cover lying on the couch next to your window. "This isn't mine." You turn around to look at Pepper and Nat exchanging a smirk. "It is. Now go shower. Quick." Pepper gave her final word while Nat eyed you to pick it up and go already. You took it by the hanger, not sure what was inside, and walked out in a confused daze, colliding with Loki at the door. "I'm sorry," he spoke like a natural reflex, something you, clearly, found odd. The camera caught you two lock eyes for a moment. Loki watched you, measuring the weary look in your eyes. He was about to speak when you turned your gaze away to someone behind him. "Hey, Scott!" The camera turned towards a frustrated Scott coming out of his room trying to work a knot with his tie. "Can I use your room to get ready?" Scott looked up, finally giving up, his hands turning up in the air before falling on his side in utter defeat. "Sorry, Y/N," he exclaimed with a groan, making you step towards him and take the ends of his tie in your hands. "It's a complete mess, my room. Peter shifted Zuko in there and, well, I am clearly not as good a mom like you." You huffed at him, patiently working with the soft blue fabric in your hand. "That's because you're a grandma, Scott," you coo into the air, making the Ant-man feel a smile come up over his lips, "you are supposed to spoil your grandkids." "Aw. Thanks, Y/N. I really needed that." "You can use my room," Loki's voice came from behind you, making Scott raise a brow at the camera before pressing an involuntary smile trying to escape his lips. You tightened the knot, a little too much, making Scott squirm within the hold for a second before you let go, straightening his collar and smoothening out the creases. "It's fine. I'll ask Wanda," you state without even looking at the God. "Oh for God's sake, Y/N. Just go to his room," Pepper shouts from inside, done with all of you already. "He's a God for *censored* sake. I'm sure he's got more manners and organisation skills than the men on earth. Loki and Scott look at Pepper in surprise, letting her words sink in before looking at each other and nodding in agreement. Scott: The more I get to know Pepper the more I admire her for her tenacity. *pause* And definitely for not turning the things between Loki and Y/N into an angsty soap opera. *whispers to himself with his eyes closed* God, I can already hear wedding bells. *opens eyes and freezes for a moment* Wait, no that was Peter falling inside the Christmas decorations vortex in the storage room next to us. * gets up from the chair, nearly toppling over some invisible strings* Better help him out. Loki turned the door handle to his room, opening and making way for you to enter his space. This was the first time the camera was noticing that his room was right next to yours, mimicking the setting of your room like a mirror, the bed, surprisingly, covered in yellow cotton sheets right next to the wall separating the two of you. The room was painted in a subtle grey, allowing the soft yellow lights to bounce off them with calming hues, easing you into the oddly comforting setting. "Huh," you muttered to yourself, "aesthetic." Loki stood at the doorway looking at you take his personal space in, never taking his eyes off you even as he smacked Scott in the chest when the Ant-Man tried to sneak past him to get a good look himself. "Say something, man," Scott whispered to the God as he rubbed his throbbing chest. "Say what?" Loki whispered back, unsure. "About yesterday," Scott responded, stressing his words under his breath. Loki's wrinkled brows eased themselves as he remembered last night's events. Scott signalled him to go on before hiding himself from your view. "Y/N, I-" "I'm good," you interrupted him, faking a smile, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower and get ready." Loki: I must say I wasn't this hurt when Thor had found out about the Destroyer. You come into my room and you shoo me away like a fowl peasant. *squints at the camera* Reasonable considering she needed privacy but still *camera pans in* I'm hurt. Meanwhile outside in the lawn Pietro sat dejectedly on the steps leading to the grass, his head between his hands as he looked at dummy finally reaching the stony path created as the aisle leading to the arch you and Loki had created last night. Wanda, dressed in white embellished with orange stones, her hair tied into a neat bun at the back, welcomed the guests with Rhodey, who was looking the perfect best man in his three-piece suit. It wasn't long before a loud rumbling was heard and Wanda worked her fingers to form a plasmic protection bubble around the setting before Thor or his thunder destroyed it. "Top of the morning my friends," the cheery God of thunder had a jump in his step as he walked towards the duo, "It is finally the day of Stark and Pepper's nuptials!" "Please, do not destroy the lawn, man," Rhodey growled, "Tony might be a billionaire but there are things like last minute redecorations that even he or his bots cannot do." A sparkling flare originated mid-air behind Wanda, right next to Bucky- who was trying to figure out whether the Long Island Iced Tea that Sam just handed him was really tea, without drinking it- making the super soldier take the stirrer out form the glass and hold it as a stabbing tool for whatever was about to enter through the hold inside the flare getting wider by the minute. "What? You forgot Tony'd invited sorcerers to the wedding as well?" Two figures stepped out of the sparkling circle portal dressed in dapper suits, giving a once-over to their bows and cufflinks as they proceeding to greet the Avengers. "Wong. Doctor Strange," Rhodey greeted them with a firm handshake. Scott came out of the halls and scanned the area before his eyes stopped at the sorcerers' figures, making him walk towards them with a smug grin on his face. "I hope you brought your A game to the party Doc," Scott commented, making Steven turn towards him with a blank expression, "because I dare you to outdo this!" A full set of pennies sat in between his fingers out of thin air, which he continued to throw in the air while making a set of all Jokers and Kings in a deck appear in each hand like a preset fan that allowed the descending pennies to rest on each card individually. Those pennies were once again thrown into the air to make the fan of cards in his hands disappear, allowing his fingers to smoothly swipe the air of falling pennies before opening his palms to show nothing. "Woah!" Bucky and Sam exclaimed in unison, their eyes and mouth open wide. Sam: That is some Cardcaptor shit right there! Next, I'm going to make him hypnotise Bucky. *malicious chuckle* Inside the Banquet Hall Tony is dressed and already killing the reporters- who sit in the far corner in the lawn away from the guests- trying to live tweet his hazy appearance from the glass walls while shouting out his name, hungry for a good glimpse. "How do I look?" He asks a little disoriented Peter, who turns towards his mentor and feels a tiny smile form over his lips. "Wig snatched!" He exclaims under his breath. "Excuse me?" "I-I mean you look perfect, Mr Stark. Flawless. Never better." Peter nods his head to add weight to his words as he eyes the camera and mouths 'oh my God'. "Tony," Rhodey called out as he entered the hall, "you are looking perfect. It's finally happening. I'm so happy for you man." His smile reached his eyes as he hugged Tony, making the groom reciprocate. "Your guests are pouring in. The Guardians and Captain Denver are here as well. Come on man, let's go greet them and get ready for the ceremony." Peter: *teary-eyed* I'm *voice cracks* I'm so happy for both of them. *sniffs* Oh look *points at someone not in the camera's view* Aunt May is here too. *May comes into view and hugs Peter before waving at the camera* May: Hi! I'm May. Peter told me about you. You guys are doing a pretty impressive job! That's what I've heard. *turns to Peter, who is trying to discreetly wipe away his tears* Aww, honey. It's okay. *kisses his head* Peter: *blushing* Aunt May, stop. May: *tilting her head towards Peter to whisper* So who's is this Y/N and Loki I keep hearing about? Back at the Lounge You come out of Loki's room, dressed in a glittering royal blue maxi dress, the crystals on it catching the soft lights from the living room as you entered the space while wearing your earrings, your hair neatly tied in a bun at the back. The camera took in every feature of yours before pointing you towards a box kept beside a bean bag near you. "Is that for me?" You went towards the box after confirmation and took out a pair of silver pumps that went perfectly with your dress, letting a gasp leave your lungs. "Oh, Pepper," you muttered before smiling and sitting down to put them on. "Hey, have you seen Loki?" you asked the camera guy, the only person present there apart from you. "Something's wrong with his shower. That thing won't shut down no matter what I try." Your fingers worked with the thick fabric of the pumps, trying to get your feet inside as you went on. "I just closed the drainage to his tub for now. Don't want the water to get wasted." "Okay," you declared, getting up and balancing yourself a bit before getting in sync with the heels you were wearing. "Come on, let's find him and get this over with." Both of you moved inside the elevator and went a floor up to get off. "He's usually at the library," you muttered to yourself before walking in that direction. At the same time, Loki entered the lounge with a camera following him. He held a box in his hand as he walked towards the rooms, turning towards the camera and ordering him to 'stay' as he went towards his door. He knocked twice and waited, never noticing the muffled voices of Peter and May- entering through the elevator door- going quite on the site of the camera guy. They took cautious steps before standing by the wall next to the camera. "Is that-" "Yes, Aunt May, that's Loki." "Oooh Mama!" she cooed, not taking his eyes off of the God while Peter stood there, his brows furrowed at his aunt. May: *audible gasp* Look at those cheekbones! So sharp he could cut my *her eyes land on Peter, who stands by the doorway of the recording room, eyeing her aunt suspiciously* gift wraps. *clears throat* *turns red* "Y/N," Loki called out as he clicked the door but did not open it, "are you decent?" There was no reply from the other side of the door, making him carefully step into his space. The camera followed Peter and May, who now planted themselves near Loki's door, to hear the conversation. A trickle of shower water running down came from behind the bathroom door, outside which Loki now stood, shifting his weight a bit before standing straight and delivering a gentle knock at the door in front of him. "Y/N, it's me, Loki. I know you don't want to talk to me right now but I beg you to hear me out." There was no reply from the other side of the door, just the similar monotonous sounds of the water. He cleared his throat. "I'll take that as a yes, then?" No answer. "I...am sorry. I apologise for doing what I did. I had no right to go through something so personal and lay it down in front of you in the form of a such a disrespectful skit. I-" his voice lowered, making him step closer to the door while the audience outside stepped closer to the wall- "I thought you were trying to toy with me; with my feelings. Your sweet talks and small gifts- I thought they were all a ruse to...to...break me. It is my fault. I haven't had many friends to know what human affection looks like. Peter told me that it was your way of putting forward a hand of friendship and I believe him. He is probably the only one I would believe right now-" May turned towards her nephew and lightly patted him on the back, smiling proudly-"I should have known better than to throw such a news at you considering my own experience with a situation so similar. I thought...I thought I was trying to throw you off your deception. I apologise once again. Ahem, I... have brought something for you to establish peace between us. If you are ready to forgive me, you can keep the gift with you. If not..." He never finished the sentence, waiting for you to say something from the other side of the door before leaving the neatly wrapped box on the bed and walking towards the corridor, making May and Peter freak out a bit as they started walking as silently as they could towards the living room. Same time, the Lawn "You look like you bathed but forgot to take a nap." Tony turned towards Clint, who stood there as if stating the obvious. "How do you know that?" Tony looked at Barton with suspicious eyes before Nat, who was glittering in a red lace dress, diverted his attention. "How's the cake, Nat? Is it here yet?" "It arrived yesterday, Tony." "What about the food? Are the caterers putting out enough for the guests?" "Yes, Tony. Everyone's enjoying the hors-d'oeuvres. Even Nebula and Groot." "Is everything fine with the security detail? I feel like we should check the security detail." "Tony," Steve's calming voice came from behind him before he put a hand over his shoulder, "breathe. Come on, breathe." Tony followed the captain's request, taking in a lungful before pushing it all out throw his mouth. "Everything is fine. If something goes wrong, I'm sure all of us could take care of it without you or Pepper even knowing about it." Steve smiled, patting his friend's shoulder. "Thanks, Rogers," Tony acknowledged, giving him a pat as well, "I still think you should check out the security de-." All words were lost as his eyes caught Pepper's figure- embraced so elegantly in white lace adorned by golden jewels and her hand holding a bouquet of red and sunkissed golden flowers- standing at the entrance of the hall, beaming as she fixed one loose strand of her golden hair and waved at her future husband, who, for obvious reasons, had again forgotten to breathe. All this time, upstairs You walked out of the library, sighing. "I really thought he would be here, avoiding everyone else. Maybe I'm not that observant as I give myself credit for-" you continued speaking to the camera as you walked slowly, allowing the boy to match your strut,"-let's try the-" You stopped midway, forcing the camera to follow the direction your eyes were looking in, catching a figure go inside Tony's study, a few feet away from you. "Is that Jim? The security guy?" you questioned in whispers as you and the camera took a step forward and saw the lights flood the room- and his face- before he turned on the blinders. Your face wore a look of irritation. "That son of a bitch." "Stay here," you ordered the camera guy, "I'll go see why this one keeps digging his nose where he doesn't belong." The camera stood by the corner, watching you walk confidently towards the study, zooming in to get a clearer view of you standing at the door with your arms crossed and speaking something to Jim quite callously. The camera caught a shadow behind the blinders walk towards you and stop at a little distance from where you stood. "I'm calling Clint," was all that was heard before you turned to walk back and were knocked head first into the wall next to you, making the camera lower itself down to hide from the attacker's prying eyes as he dragged your limp body inside the study. The camera waited for the door to close before sprinting back towards the elevator, the heavy breaths of the boy behind the recording device echoing through and through. He stopped short in front of the elevator, bringing forward his palm to be scanned at the screen next to it. "Welcome, Mr Javier Rodriguez," Friday's voice came alive in front of him, "How can I help you?" The boy's shivering palms clicked the assistance tab and scrolled through the options before finding 'emergency-Human life in danger'. "Going somewhere, buddy?" An icy voice made the camera turn away from the screen and towards Jim's figure that stood just inches away from the camera with a military grade knife in his hand. He took a step towards the camera, smiling at the screen and the person holding it, making the boy recede into the corner behind him before everything went black. 

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[dp-pastandpresent]

Past and Present: Chapter 16

Danny! Danny! Danny, wake up!"

The green-eyed ghost opened his eyes to warm hands on his shoulders and the sound of a voice.

'Her voice!'

"Sam!?" he breathed, finally starting to come to.

"Oh thank god!" Sam sighed, leaning back to take a breath herself.

"What? What's going on?"

He sat up and looked around, coming to realize that he had no idea where they were.

"Well, you got hit in the head with a boomerang, for one, and now we're in the bathroom at Nasty Burger." Sam said, with a bit of sarcasm.

But Danny's sense for sarcasm was off as he rubbed his head where the boomerang had hit.

"Boomerang?"

"Long story…" Sam began. Upon seeing his eye brows raised, she elaborated.

"The Fentons have another stupid invention… I think Jack called it the Booo-merang? Anyway, Jack was freaking out because you left DNA all over their lab last night – way to go – and so he decided to have it track you down."

Memories of the previous evening slowly came back as Danny remembered having visited the lab. What he really remembered were the photos he discovered, but now that he put his mind to it, he did recall touching some weird device.

"It was a tracker?"

He made a mental note to stop touching the Fentons' stuff.

"Apparently. It keyed into your signature and didn't let up until it found you," Sam continued.

Danny was still trying to piece things together. To his knowledge, he had never left a DNA imprint in the lab before, and he had been there loads of times.

His eyes were flickering blue, he was craving burgers, and now he was leaving DNA all over the lab. Something was malfunctioning somewhere and he was starting to get curious.

"How did… How did you find me?" he managed to choke out between confusing thoughts.

Sam blushed, not wanting to reveal the things she had seen on the Fenton's computer and the way they had made her feel.

"Well… I may have been poking around the lab… and found Jack's program that tells the user where the booo-merang went…" She quickly looked away, hoping her face wasn't too red.

All of his questions about his condition disappeared as he heard what she said.

"So I guess that means you forgive me?"

She quickly turned back around.

"Hold on Danny Fenton! That means no such thing!"

'Ok, maybe it does….' she thought.

While he had been ready to explain his side and try to win her back, Danny found himself, yet again, distracted by what she had just said.

'Has she ever used your last name? Did she even know it?'

"Did you say Fenton?"

--

Although he already knew she had visited the graveyard, he tried his best not to reveal that knowledge as they sat in the bathroom stall and Sam explained the last 48 hours.

"After everything that happened at my house, you know, with my… grandma…" she managed to choke out, still a bit unsure about how she felt, "I couldn't go back. Not right away. I couldn't face the truth. Not about her, not about you."

Sam was finally coming to recognize the emotions she had felt the past two days and how stupid she was to think that she couldn't talk to her grandmother about any of it.

"I freaked out. Made some stupid decisions, and ended up at Tucker's."

She was careful to avoid the part where she had considered the school roof again.

"A few hours of video games and I realized there was really only one place for answers: the graveyard"

The whole time she was explaining the story, she had slowly begun to move closer to Danny, coming to find herself close enough to lean in, and it was really hard for her to resist just that.

Danny listened in silence, knowing that this was a story Sam needed to tell without interruption.

"I found your plot. And it helped. A lot." She finished with a small sigh, finally turning to look him the eyes.

Danny didn't know what to say. Here they were, sitting on the bathroom floor of a greasy burger restaurant, with the girl next to him spilling her guts.

After what seemed like decades, he finally managed to speak.

"Sam, I'm so, so sorry."

She leaned over and wrapped her warm arms around his cold body. The two of them embraced in a warming hug, while small reflections of blue shown in the mirror behind her.

--

They stayed locked in their embrace for at least five more minutes, Danny's cold body becoming warmer against Sam's.

'So this is what heaven feels like…'

Danny slowly faced her, their eyes locking briefly before Danny opened his mouth to speak.

"Sam, do I feel warm to you?" he asked.

Taken aback by his question, Sam pulled away slightly.

"Well of course, we have been holding each other for a while now," she said, trying to hide her worry.

Danny got up, shocking her a bit, and continued.

"True, but no amount of human contact can make me as warm as I feel. And then there's the flickering, and the eyes… I just wish Clockwork would have told me more…"

"Clockwork?" Sam asked, trying to hide that she recognized the name from a few days ago.

Danny had been so wrapped up in his relationship with Sam that he had forgotten that he hadn't actually told her about Clockwork.

"The ghost who resurrected me, the one who sent me here. His name is Clockwork but many call him 'The Master of Time' because he controls the past, present, and future, and can predict what may or may not happen."

"Sounds kinda fishy to me," Sam said disdainfully, "If he can control so much, why couldn't he tell you more about what might happen to you?"

While he had hoped to have this conversation at her home, somehow they had found themselves having it on the floor of a greasy bathroom. But location aside, Danny needed to know where Sam stood.

"I get the feeling he didn't know either. And while I wish he had told me more about my past, looking back at the day I was resurrected, I feel like he was speculating a lot himself. Like he didn't really know what to expect going forward. "

It had taken a lot of soul searching for Danny to reach this conclusion, and in all honestly he felt like until this point, he had never been able to fully grasp Clockwork's powers.

'You sure are one strange ghost, Clockwork. I wish you had told me more, explained more, or even just filled me in on your powers. It would make this all so much easier'

Danny needed to get the time ghost out of his head and bring the story back to him and Sam. After all, there were a lot of things he had been dying to say since her disappearance.

"Sam, tell me the truth, are you worried about me, about my powers?" Danny said, a bit forcefully.

She turned back around, trying to hide the worry in her eyes.

"Danny…I…"

Before she could continue the sound of knocking flooded the room.

"Hey! What's going on in there! I need to go!"

'Shoot. We're in a bathroom!'

Reluctantly, Danny looked at her, implying that this conversation wasn't over, and they slowly walked to the door and clicked it unlocked. But instead of ushering her to walk out with him, he strode back over, picked her up and silently flew them both through the wall, out into the open air.

CRASH!

The door flew open, and an angry Dash Baxter looked around, finding no one on the other side.

"What idiot locked this thing after using it?" he said out loud.

--

Together they flew above the city, high enough to not need Danny's invisibility.

Although still overcoming her initial frustration with Danny and trying to make sense of their interrupted conversation, Sam couldn't say no to flying.

'So magical. So breathtaking. So free…'

In his arms all the frustrations of the past few days seemed to melt away, leaving Sam with a calm sense of safety.

'The last two days have been such a test. How am I even supposed to choose between the pain he caused and the love he shows?'

'You can't. That's why this is so hard. That's why you should have just walked away. That's why you should have died that night.'

Somehow that first night on the school gym had resurfaced again, as it seemed to do a lot lately. Yes, she was grateful Danny had stopped her, but was it really worth all the heartache that had come since?

'If he hadn't come, saved me, I could be in a better place right now, with no worries about family drama and heartbreak. Heck, maybe I'd even be a ghost myself!'

The thought had occurred to her a couple times that dying could lead to becoming a ghost, just like Danny, and then all their problems would be solved. No issues of aging, saving, or human/ghost relationship drama. Just simple ghost love.

'But really, do you think Clockwork would bring someone back who intentionally wanted to die?'

That was the thought that stopped her every time.

'Especially with no one here looking for me; after all, Mom and Dad are barely around, and grandma would never forgive me for what I wanted to do…'

'At least Danny had a family who cared. Parents. Girlfriend. Sister and now nephew. They never stopped looking, caring, trying.'

--

While Sam was lost in thought, Danny kept quiet, enjoying the weight of her warm body as he flew the familiar path towards Sam's home, letting the issues he had brought up slip away with the wind.

"Danny, tell me about Jazz…"

Sam's voice cutting through the peaceful quiet took Danny by surprise.

"Sam, how did you…?" He began, although he fully knew the answer.

"You don't think I didn't see her plot next to yours last night?" she asked, blushing.

"Well, I guessed maybe, but I didn't think it mattered. Why the sudden interest?"

He continued to hold her as they flew, but the flight was becoming a bit more difficult as he tried to retrieve more memories.

"I know she was your sister, and Jack's mom. I just thought maybe there was a connection between her and why Jack is so interested in you..." Sam trailed off, starting to think this was a bad idea.

If Danny thought so too, he tried not to show it as he provided the answers he had.

"Yes. Jazz was my sister. Older by two years. Always the brainiac, destined for Harvard Med."

It was happening again: memories Danny didn't even know he had were coming back to him like they had yesterday.

"Do you know if she ever went?" Sam asked curiously.

This was a toughone for Danny, having died before he was able to see it happen.

"She was at the community college when I graduated," he gulped, trying to hold back ghostly tears. "Taking pre-bio classes because she wanted to be at home to watch after me. She had always watched out for me, even when I was a baby. Keeping me safe and making sure nothing harmed me."

Their flight was getting stiffer, and Sam could tell it would be best if Danny just set her down and they talked on solid ground, but he didn't seem to want to stop and she didn't want to interrupt him.

"She went to community college so she could see me through high school, but doing so deferred her from Harvard by a couple years. I don't know if she ever transferred over…"

Sam felt a drop of wet on her head and looked up to see small tears falling from Danny's blue eyes as he told his story.

"Danny, I'm… so… Wait! Tears!?"

"Hmmm? Danny said, suddenly taken aback by her change in expression.

Before they could say anymore, Danny found himself falling back to the ground, his grip on Sam loosened as they both fell to the world below.

--

Clockwork banged his staff against his screen, frustration radiating through it in the form of electricity, causing the screen to turn to static.

"Daniel! What is happening to you!? What have I done? Why am I letting you feel these emotions? These HUMAN emotions? Is one vision of the future really worth it!?"

Turning and floating away from his screen, the ghost didn't get the chance to see the young ghost fall to the world below.