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gvbejvmes · 4 years ago

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Drabble: Like Scarlett Loves Tara

Title: Like Scarlett Loves Tara Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Gabriel/Johnny, background Gabriel/The Russian Trigger Warnings: None? Summary: A glimpse into four visits Gabriel took to Johnson Estate during autumn and one summer that corrected the course of his life. Notes: I plan on doing a series of pre-wedding drabbles. You’re welcome!

Late Fall 2010

The first time Gabriel walks onto the grounds of Johnson Estate, he falls in love. It’s 2010 and he’d recently become friends with the most eccentric person he’d ever met. And this was coming from someone who spent 7 years in prison. Kaleidoscope Johnson was vibrant, flamboyant, loud, and absolutely ridiculous. He was the type of person you either hated or you liked. There was no in between. Gabe had liked him immediately. The other man was so uniquely himself that Gabe couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. He was the type of person Gabe had never had the chance to be, and he loved that about him. It was probably why he’d agreed to spend the weekend at the estate of a man he barely knew while his husband was working on a big case.

“What is this place?” Gabe asked, staring around in complete and total wonder. The house is huge. He’s not even sure if he should call it a house. It’s definitely a manor. Calling it a mansion didn’t feel right. Mansions feel cold, and this place was definitely not cold. They’re outside and Gabe feels like he’s in an Agatha Christie novel. The grass is green and feels never-ending. There are gardens with neatly pressed dirt wrapping through the plants. And the trees. God, the trees. They’re these gorgeous mature oak trees with leaves he’s dying to draw. Still, there’s more. There’s a patio with tables spaced throughout like a restaurant. Past the patio is a pool, but it’s not the kind for laps. It’s the shallow kind that’s more of a tanning shelf that anything else. If he squints, he’s pretty sure he even sees a stable. “Are we breaking and entering? Because I’m not technically an ex-con but I do still have a record of time served.”

Kaleidoscope laughed and threw an arm around Gabe’s shoulders. “This, my dear Gabey, is Johnson Estate. It’s my house. Well, the family home.” He shrugged and led Gabe from the patio to the sun room. “Once upon a time it was grand-mere's home, but she left it to me when she died. It was a big scandal. Completely bypassed her three children and left it to her twenty-one year old grandson. She wanted to leave it to someone who would actually use the house. And every artist needs a place to retreat with his fellow artists.” The way he said it made it sound so simple. “I like to summer here. It’s also where I like to host my orgies. Which if you weren’t happily married to that statue of a man you’re married to, I would invite you in a heartbeat. You are happily married, right?”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Yes. Very happily married.” He settled onto one of the chairs and stared out into the backyard. It was quiet for a moment, which was out of character for Kaleidoscope, but when he looked over to where his friend had been, he wasn’t there. When he leaned back, however, he was fiddling with a tray while an older woman swatted at his hands before putting a kettle on. Shaking his head, he turned back to the view in front of him, and stared out at it in complete wonder. He didn’t say anything until Kaleidoscope came back with the tea tray. “Why did you bring me here?” He asked quietly.

The other man shrugged. “I wanted to show it to someone who would actually appreciate it for what it was.” He flipped the cups onto their saucers and picked up the kettle. Gabe thought for sure Kaleidoscope was done talking, but then in a very quiet voice came: “No one ever appreciates it as much as I do, but I knew you would.”

Early Fall 2013

It’s the end of September, but they’re in the middle of a heatwave and Gabe was dying in the city. Johnny was at some lawyer convention. He may have zoned out as his husband was trying to explain it to him. Anyway, there was no way he was going to survive a heatwave in a house without a pool. So, he packed up the dogs and drove up to the estate.

He’s honestly not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the line, Kale gave Gabe his own set of keys to the estate. According to Kale, he didn’t see the point of it sitting around empty when there was someone else who loved the house as much as he did. Of course, he always made sure Kale wasn’t doing… whatever it was what Kale did in the house when he went up to the house alone. Most of the time, the house was empty and it made a nice escape for Gabe. Kale, of course, wasn’t even in the city. He’d gone to Lake George with his boyfriend of the moment, so he was actually grateful that Gabe wanted to spend a couple of days at the house.

It was the middle of the day and Gabe was floating in the pool on a float shaped like an island while George and Gulliver splashed in the water around him. He was napping on the water more than anything else when there suddenly was a surprised shout. It was enough to make him tumble off the float and into the pool. The dogs for their part went splashing off towards the sound of the noise.

Gabe dunked himself under the water before pulling himself to the side of the pool only to see the woman who ran the house, Hilda, being loved on by the dogs. “Mr. Gabe!” She scolded him. “I didn’t know you were coming into town today. Your room isn’t made up. Is Mr. Kale with you?”

He’d tried over and over again to get her to stop calling him Mr. Gabe, but as far as she was concerned, Gabe belonged at the estate as much as the actual owner did. “Hey, Mrs. H.” He shook the water from his hair like he was a dog. “Nah. Kale is upstate with… Eric? I think that’s his name. Or maybe it’s Aaron. My husband is out of town for a couple of days. So I figured if I have to be alone anywhere, it should be the prettiest place in New York.”

Hilda sighed before shooing the dogs back to the pool. “Oh, Mr. Gabe. I wish you had called the house. I need to dust and vacuum your room, and wash your linens. And I need to go up to the store. I can make the stew you like tonight. I think I have the ingredients for that, but oh-” And the older woman was already in her own head. She was planning what she wanted to make and what she thought Gabe was going to need while he was there. It didn’t matter what he said; she definitely was happy to have someone at the estate. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to run a house that was empty for half the year.

“Mrs. H.” He got out of the pool. “I’m capable of making up my own room you know. I just need fresh linens. The room’s still clean from last time.”

She made a tsking sound under her breath. “Oh, no. You start doing that and I’m out of a job. Oh, I’ll have to tell Mr. Ericson you’re here so he can get the beds for the dogs. And I’m sure you’ll want to ride at least once while you’re here.” She pressed a kiss to Gabe cheek before pushing him back towards the pool. “Welcome home, Mr. Gabe.”

And it was strange to him how a place that wasn’t even his could feel like home.

Summer 2018

It’s early, not yet seven, and everyone staying at Johnson Estate are still sleeping. Gabe’s been up for about an hour. Sleeping alone still wasn’t easy for him. Sure, he could have slept in Velvet’s bed with her, but she’d gone home with some guy who slept in a coffin the night before. Needless to say, he’d gotten little to no sleep. He’s curled up on the couch in the great room, a worn copy of As I Lay Dying in his hands and a fire in the fireplace crackling happily in front of him.

“Oh, you are awake.” A familiar voice murmured out from behind him. Gregor Rasputin, known to everyone as Razz and as the Russian to Gabe, wasn’t necessarily welcome as far as Gabe was concerned, but he wasn’t unwelcome either. He was a gray area that Gabe tried not to think about too much. “Are you hiding from me?” While Gabe was spending the entire summer at the estate, the Russian had only been around for about a week, and it was more than obvious to everyone that he’d taken a liking to Gabe. And Gabe wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He was officially divorced. Liking someone else didn’t mean that he was cheating on Johnny, but it definitely felt like it. The Russian was nice enough, but he wasn’t wrong: Gabe had been hiding from him.

He closed his book, and sat up more to give the other man room on the other end of the couch. They both tended to be early risers. Although, for Gabe it was more that he wasn’t able to sleep, than being an early riser. “To be fair I’m hiding from everyone. This is my favorite room, but I don’t think everyone knows it’s here.” He tucked his legs up under him as he watched Gregor set down a tea tray. “So don’t tell anyone.”

The larger man smiled at Gabe. “It will be our secret, Gabriel.” He sat down in the middle of the couch, much closer than Gabe had originally been anticipating. “I brought you tea. Brewed like coffee. Very strong, but very bitter. I brought sugar. I noticed you like sweet things, but not chocolate. I think this is because you’re desert born.” He shrugged and gestured to the rest of the tray. “And I brought breakfast. Fruits and bacon, and that strange biscuits with sauce.”

That earned a laugh from Gabe. “Biscuits and gravy.” Gabe corrected as he took the cup of tea and sniffed it curiously before taking a sip. Almost immediately he made a face. “Bitter is an understatement.” He all but whined before mixing sugar into his tea.

The Russian shrugged before putting together a plate, a little bit of everything, and handing it to Gabe the second he set his cup down. “Others don’t notice. You hide it well, but I notice. I see because I know you least. You don’t eat. Move food around and drink tea and martinis, but no food.” He nudged the plate closer to Gabe. “Eat, Gabriel. I think you were much stronger before. Much more meat on your bones.”

Sighing, Gabe took the plate from him and made a point of popping one of the orange slices into his mouth. “Do you usually worry this much about men you barely know or am I just special?” He’s not sure if he’s trying to be sarcastic or if he’s fishing for a compliment.

The Russian laughed. “You’re the most special man I’ve met, Gabriel. Men in Russia?” He made a sound Gabe didn’t know how to describe. “They are nothing like you.” It was too much for Gabe so he busied himself with eating his biscuits and gravy, as though that would get the Russian to stop speaking.

Thankfully the other man got the hint, and they fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Gabe set his plate down and picked up his tea, sipping gingerly just in case it was still too bitter, that the mood changed again. When it was sweet enough, he took a larger sip, not prepared for the question he was about to receive. “Gabriel, this house…” He wasn’t sure if the other man was searching for the right word in English or if he was trying to phrase it in a way that wouldn’t spook him. “How do you know so well?”

A real smile lit up his features. “This house?” He shook his head bashfully. “Home has always been people for me. This was the first place that felt like home.”

Late Fall 2019

It’s early evening and Gabe is in the sunroom painting when his phone goes off. His hands are covered in paint, but he still checks to see who’s calling. When he sees that it’s Johnny, a couple of different emotions wash over him. On one hand, things with his ex-husband had finally settled into a state of normalcy. On the other hand, talking to Johnny was like that book about giving the mouse a cookie. It always seemed to lead to something more. Still, he found himself setting his brush down and answering his phone. “Hey, Johnny.” And that was something that would always feel strange in his mouth. He wasn’t his Jay any more. “What’s up?”

He’s pretty sure that his ex hadn’t been expecting Gabe to actually answer the phone. “Uh, hey, Briel, Gabriel. How are you?” And it’s awkward. It’s so fucking awkward, but it’s still a better place then they were before. “Right, stupid question. I didn’t get to tell you last week, but thank you for letting the dogs stay with me while you were-” And he wasn’t going to say it. They both knew he wasn’t going to say the rest of the sentence: while you were in Russia for three months with your long distance boyfriend and were considering moving to the other side of the world permanently.

“I hate boarding them.” He admitted as he put his brushes away for the night. There was no way he was going to be able to go back to painting after talking to Johnny. “They were much happier with you than they would have been at one of those places.”

It’s quiet on the other side before Johnny seemed to finally bring himself to the reason why he called. “Yeah. I actually bought them a couple of things online that just arrived today.” It was quiet again for a long moment. “Can I stop by your place and drop them off?”

Gabe closed his eyes, even though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. When he’d gotten back to New York, he’d actually made a point of having CJ pick up the dogs instead of him having to see Johnny. The same as when the dogs were brought to his place. Fresh out of a break up with a man who was supposed to help him get over Johnny, he didn’t trust himself around his ex-husband.

“I’m not at home. I mean, I am, but I’m not in the city. I’m at the estate.” He admitted.

“Oh.”

And for a moment it was like neither of them knew what they wanted to say, but neither of them wanted to hang up. Finally Johnny was the first to speak. “Well, I can drop them off when you get back? Or you could have Cordy come and pick them up?” And he had to know that he was avoiding him at this point. He had to know.

“CJ leaves for a shoot next week so I’ll be back this weekend.” He promised. “You can drop them off then. I’m sure Bella would be happy to see you.”

And it’s quiet again. “Briel,” Johnny murmured out quietly. “Why didn’t you stay in Moscow?”

He picked at his cuticle as he searched for the right words. “Because my home is in New York.”

Neither of them knew what to say after that.

Late Summer / Early Fall 2020

When Gabe suggests getting (re)married at the estate, he’s not entirely serious. He knows how well Johnny and Kale get along, and he doesn’t want his husband, no, fiance to be awkward. But maybe it was how much Gabe talked about that house. Or maybe it was because given the state of the pandemic it was the safest place to get married - no strangers and everyone could stay there. Still, he doesn’t expect Johnny to like the idea.

Hell, he doesn’t even know that Johnny liked the idea until he shows him the proof for the invitations and it has the estate’s address. He’s sure he cries and starts babbling about how beautiful the manor house looks in the fall, but it doesn’t matter. That house is his Tara. He loves the estate probably more than any other building in the world. It the best wedding gift his fiance could have given him.

It isn’t until they arrive at the estate a few weeks later that he realizes Johnny has never been to the estate before. It isn’t until he sees the look of total wonder on the other man’s face that he realizes this is his first time seeing the manor house in all its glory. “What do you think?” He all but whispers out. If he doesn’t love the estate, Gabe’s not sure what he’ll do.

Johnny’s quiet for a moment, but when he speaks, Gabe’s heart melts. “It’s perfect.”

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deancasbigbang · 2 years ago

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Title: Don't Say Gay (in Russia)

Author: ValandraWrites

Artist: SoloArcana

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel Past Dean Winchester/Lee Webb

Length: 75000

Warnings: Homophobic language and violence Attempted Sexual Assault

Tags: High School AU, Russian Castiel, Hurt/Comfort, Boys in Love, Musician Castiel, Pierced Castiel, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Past Abuse, Physical Abuse, Happy Ending

Posting Date: October 31, 2022

Summary: Foreign exchange student Castiel Krushnic arrived in America looking for a clean slate for his senior year, but his host family didn’t even remember he was coming. He resigns himself to another year of isolation, but the green-eyed boy who finally arrives to take him home is as confusing as he is beautiful. Dean Winchester is less than impressed to discover his father had signed them up as a host family and never told him and Sam. Now he has to deal with a grumpy Russian who barely speaks, a best friend who isn't speaking to him, a brother full of teenage hormones, and a whole litany of doubt about who he is and what he really wants. It’s going to be a fucking disaster of a senior year. Getting closer to Cas requires that Dean confront his own demons as well as try to heal the physical and invisible wounds the past has inflicted upon the tender heart beneath the hard shell who only ever learned the party line that you Don’t Say Gay in Russia.

Excerpt: “So what’s the paper on?” Dean asked, leaning closer to the screen so he could see Gavriil clearly. It was amazing that they were just chatting with someone all the way in Russia on Cas’ laptop. Cas huffed and rolled his eyes. “Hugh Heffner. Is biography assignment.” Dean cracked up, dropping his head to the ground. “Are you fucking kidding?” “He had to write about American figure in history in English. And the draft he asked me to check…” Cas shuddered. “Will be here a while to finish cleaning it up, if Gavrill can focus.” Gavriil shrugged as Cas pulled the document he was editing back up, snapping at him in Russian as he made changes. Dean laid there and closed his eyes, listening to the easy flow of Cas’ voice, the comfortable laugh he shared with his cousin – the only family member he had left. Now and then, Cas’ gaze would wander over to Dean, and he’d smile, gentle and private, only to be rewarded with another guffaw and taunting garble of Russian. At one of Gavriil’s outbursts, Cas barked a laugh. Dean poked him in the side. “What?” “Gavriil says you are cuddly,” Cas said without turning. “Cuddly?” “Ahh, my brain is tired, um he say ‘cute like kitten to cuddle.’” Cas chuckled, clicking around in Gabe’s document and typing a few words. “I am not,” Dean pouted, making Cas chuckle again. “Да, Лапачка. You are most cute.” A broken gasp came through the laptop’s speakers, followed by a high-pitched squeal and another stream of Russian. Cas’ cheeks flushed, and he tried to interrupt, talking over Gavriil with no success until he dropped his face into his hands with a groan. “Dean… You know Лапачка?” Gavriil asked with a singsong voice. Dean scowled at the laptop screen, switching programs so he could see Gavriil’s face. “Yes… Why?” “What mean?” Gavriil narrowed his eyes and Cas groaned his cousin’s name. “Um, it’s like friend or something, right?” Dean’s eyes darted between Gavriil and Cas. “Is for… lover.” The way Gavriil said the last word is borderline obscene, and Dean’s brain began to melt. “Ummm…” Dean searched for words. He was struck with the idea of just shutting the laptop and hanging up on Gavriil, making it all go away. That way, he could stick his fingers in his ears and pretend this conversation never happened. Gavriil laughed at the look on Dean’s face, and when Cas lifted his head, his cheeks were flushed bright pink. “Stop, Gavriil. Ёб вашу мать!” He turned and looked doe-eyed at Dean. “I am sorry. He thinks he is funny. He is not. He is walrus cock who can’t even write his own paper.” “But Cas…” Dean raised his eyebrow and whispered, not even thinking about how ridiculous that was since he was speaking English. “He called me your… lover.” “Да!” Gavriil yelled, clapping his hands. “Lover. Hugh Heffner. Larry Flint. Sexy Sexy Bunny Boy, yes? I have big kielbasa!”

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hailbop1701 · 3 years ago

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Chapter Two: A Pale Horse

Chapter two is here guys! I'm so excited to see what you all think! Things are starting to heat up and they discover who Bones really is. Each chapter is going to be darker than the last so it's all down hill from here. I just want to say a big "THANK YOU!" to my wonderful beta @dw-writes you my dear are amazing and I truly appreciate you taking the time to do this for me.

- H ❤🖖

“Welcome to HELL,” Kirk whispered, a deep frown marring his face. As soon as McCoy drew his phaser Jim did the same.

“Bones…”

McCoy gritted his teeth; if his own personal ‘Red Alert’ wasn’t flashing before, it sure as hell was now. “We need to go,” McCoy said with finality, his searching eyes darting around the area.

Lieutenant Beckworth appeared on his other side, phaser raised, following McCoy’s movements. The three Ensigns behind them warily followed suit, raising their phasers much more slowly and unsure.

“Sir?” Ensign Bitar asked, perplexed. McCoy could smell the excitement and adrenaline pouring out of her. Kirk glanced over his shoulder at the young woman, giving her a little smile that looked more like a grimace.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Bitar, Bones is just being paranoid, as usual,” he offered in a teasing manner, trying to keep his people calm.

Leonard snorted humorlessly at his best friend’s words. “Oh yeah, the obvious sign in front of us has nothing to do with my paranoia, Captain,” he muttered dryly as they moved forward through the long entrance. ‘An Atrium,’ he observed as he took in every possible exit and vantage point.

‘Cameras; we’re being watched,’ McCoy took a deep steadying breath. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he felt his stomach do a flip at the familiar smell: death and decay mixed with blood. “Jim I know you think I’m being paranoid here but we really need to go I’m not fucking kidding this time.”

Kirk looked at the CMO with pursed lips and careful eyes, after a second he nodded. “Okay Bones, we’ll go back and regroup.” The Captain pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. The thing chirped as he worked the dial. “Kirk to Enterprise. Come in Enterprise,” there was nothing but static.

Leonard cursed again under his breath.

“Oh no,” Ensign Lawrence squeaked, cringing at the glare Bitar gave him that clearly said, ‘Grow a pair’

A low amused feminine chuckle echoed throughout the room, it came from everywhere and nowhere. The giant screen that hung crookedly on the wall beside them buzzed and flickered to life. A figure sat lazily in a Captain’s chair; the image was too dark to see them clearly, but the silhouette made it clear that it was a woman.

“Jim!” McCoy hissed suddenly as the Captain moved steadily closer to the screen a good twenty feet away. Kirk held up his hand to reassure McCoy that he was alright and kept walking. Growling, Leonard strode purposely after him with his phaser at the ready.

Beckworth and his little gaggle turned so that their backs were covered. “I have a bad feeling about this, LT.” Lawrence hissed his voice pitching slightly.

“Shut it, Gabe,” Bitar growled out keeping her voice low.

“Both of you, can it!” Beckworth barked, not taking his eyes off the darkened corners of the room. Lawrence hummed nervously but kept a steady hand with his phaser as he scanned the room for any threats.

Chekov crept next to McCoy, his tool kit gently slapping against his hip, the strap digging uncomfortably against the kid’s neck. He had his phaser raised slightly but kept it pointed at the ground as Kirk walked ahead of him.

“Damn kids,” McCoy hissed. The nervous and foreboding energy crackling around him made his hair stand on end and his teeth itch. He split his senses apart: he kept his eyes on Kirk and the room before him, while he listened to what was behind him: Beckworth’s steady breaths, Lawrence’s hitched nervous gait, Bitar’s grinding teeth, she was gripping and regripping her phaser, and then, there was Chekov - the kid was mumbling in Russian, doing his best to keep calm. McCoy’s brow furrowed a little at his words, ‘Something about different plants and how to identify poisonous flora...he was reciting a botany textbook,’ he thought, a brief flash of amusement and approval coursed through him. ‘Whatever works kiddo,’ he thought as he watched Kirk come to an abrupt stop, staring up at the screen with wide eyes.

Following his gaze, McCoy couldn’t help but snort and roll his eyes. Kirk was practically salivating and Leonard had a strong urge to smack the man upside the head to get him to focus on the problem at hand. He didn’t but he really should’ve.

A beautiful Orion woman grinned wickedly down at them. She sat sprawled on what had to be a pilfered captain’s chair leaving nothing to the imagination; her curves were captured perfectly in the armor she wore. A phaser dangled from her fingers and rested on her inner thigh. The come hither look she shot him caused McCoy to raise an eyebrow, sure he loved a beautiful woman like the next guy. Most men (and in large cases women) would have been attracted to her. But he could only feel annoyance and disappointment. He could see under the beauty, down to her core. There was nothing there but a cold empty space, like a black hole but more crazy and sadistic.

Internally he practically sees Reaper poke and prod at the back of his mind wanting to take the reins on this one. Things weren’t right and Doctor Leonard McCoy wasn’t needed right now. Everything here already smelt dead and the away team was in way over their heads, if the warning bells in his head were anything to go by.

McCoy relaxed into a better stance and held himself like he used to, he practically melted into John Grimm again. His eyes were a touch colder, his walk more sure and graceful. Moving forward automatically Reaper stood slightly in front of Kirk and Chekov like an unmovable shield.

The scowl on his face became more and more pronounced the longer he and the woman stared at one another. Kirk looked back and forth between Reaper and the Orion woman, totally confused and in mild offense. She wasn’t interested in the starship captain what-so-fucking-ever.

The Orion chuckled again upon seeing Reaper’s darkening face. She leaned forward so she was in the light. Her face was as pleasant as the forests on Dakala; beautiful and completely deadly.* She was the hunter and they were the prey; they were right where she wanted them. She grinned wickedly before sighing, sounding almost bored. She looked at her phaser casually before she started speaking, her voice light and airy like a calm summer morning. “Your Earth history has a story. A story of four horsemen and one of them was death,” she drawled, amused by the tale she spun for them. Like a spider playing with her caught flies, the woman kept going, “He rode upon a pale horse bringing the peace and silence of death to all who oppose him,” she disappeared and the image of Enterprise filled the screen, pale in the light of the stars. Jim stiffened, an angry glint flashed in his ocean eyes before the look of shock and disbelief filled them.

Reaper felt the floor disappear beneath him; the air in his lungs left as if Sarge had come back and punched him in the stomach. The next set of images were all too familiar, they were of him but from so long ago.

“RRTS Unit Six: Full name Johnathan Leonard Grimm - Call-ID ‘Reaper’ - born October, 21st, 2017,” Kirk whipped his head around confusion coloring his face. The picture on the screen showed John in full gear, hair buzzed down, jaw set, and eyes void of emotion. The perfect soldier. “Bones? ” Jim’s voice was hushed so the others couldn’t hear him. Though they were looking at the screen with their own confused expressions. Jim sounded shaky and unnerved, no doubt he was being plagued by memories of Kahn.

John took a deep breath and turned his dark hazel eyes onto his best friend. “Sorry kid,” was all he could muster at the moment his usual southern drawl gone. He sounded almost defeated, he never wanted Jim to find out like this. Hell, he didn’t want the kid to find out at all if he could help it.

A flash of multiple emotions shot through Jim’s eyes before settling on a blank expression that would make a Vulcan proud.

The screen split down the middle showing two different starship bridges. One belonging to the Orion bitch (who was enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her immensely) and the bridge of the Enterprise. His crew, his friends, stared back at them - him - in shock, horror, and hurt confusion. All except for Spock of course he was doing his insufferable Sphynx impression again. Though his eyes spoke volumes; fascination, anger, and pity?

The Orion leaned forward licking her lips,

“I’ve caught myself a Reaper” she giggled almost bouncing up and down in her seat. John growled low, almost baring his teeth, but she seemed to love that.

“What do you want?” Kirk bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air, the phaser hand flying wildly. John tilted his head just enough to avoid being cuffed.

“A game Captain! It’s quite simple really; all you need to do for the sake of yourselves and your crew is to survive!” her voice was sickly sweet and patronizing like she was explaining to a five-year-old how to play a quick game of poker.

‘Yeah, she’s fucking insane,’ John thought dryly with no amusement.

Kirk glowered at the woman, “You seem to know who we are but we have no damn clue about you, so tell me before I come up with something unpleasant,”

The Orion smirked and leaned back. Crossing her legs she pouted for a second in thought, she was weighing the pros and cons of having her name out there it seems. After a moment of deliberation, she waved a hand at the muffled warning coming from the background. “Call me Veera.” Veera’s eyes slid from Kirk over to John again, a predatory stare if there ever was one. Sighing he stepped forward so he was a few feet in front of the group “I’m sure you have almost everything figured out, don’t you John?” she murmured knowingly.

Reaper’s jaw clenched at the use of his birth name, “I imagine you blocked us off, no transporter, no direct contact with the Enterprise. Other than what you got set up and I reckon that you put more than just us through this little game of yours. How many are watching Veera?” he let his southern drawl color his voice again.

The woman clapped slowly at his little assessment, she nodded her head approvingly “I activated a jamming device just after you teleported onboard, the holovid the Enterprise and my little collection of misfits are being streamed, is through the station itself. And yes you’re right, you’re not the only ones to play. I had to test and test and test before I could let you find me!”

“The missing ships,” Jim hissed in realization, his fists clenched and he visibly shook with anger.

Veera shrugged nonchalantly, “They were such a bore! They lost way too easily but I suppose it gave us more time to play around with that serum of yours. You do remember C-24 right, John?”

Reaper almost choked at her words, the horror on his face was abundantly clear for everyone who had eyes on him. They were either grinning madly or filled with dread and concern. He did his best to calm his breathing, the panic attack that had been looming in the back of his mind was bubbling to the surface.

Jim may have been angry at him and wanted answers but he still stepped closer holding a hand out just above John’s shoulder, “Bones breathe,”

Veera mockingly pouted, “Those memories of yours must be awful, I’ve read every report the - oh what were they called - the UAC had on you, and honey it was delicious. How many did you kill to keep your blood away from them? How many did you slaughter when you found your sister and her family slaughtered in their beds?”

There were several gasps from spectators. John’s blood boiled and he burned like he was being raked over hot coals. Jim’s jaw dropped and his eyes grew sad before he covered it up again knowing that he hated pity. He didn’t dare look at the others or at the Enterprise crew, their emotions were clear by the tense silence. Veera giggled again, her white teeth glowed in the dim light of her ship as she grinned madly.

Reaper’s hands clenched into fists, his whole body shaking, something must have flashed in his eyes because Jim stepped away from him, motioning for the others to do the same. Veera chuckled darkly and tilted her head as she listened to someone off-screen.

She hummed excitedly “I’ve left you a little something to help you, and you’re going to need it, John. These creatures are much more different from what you remember. They will infect anyone and every one good or bad and they are oh so hungry,” And with that, the screen faded to black.

John sucked in a breath pushing back whatever he was feeling into a box and locked it away. ‘Grieve for this life later, you have a job to do’ he thought sadly. His eyes scanned the room and immediately found a crate lying off to the side on an information desk. Striding over to it John quickly tore open the lid sending it sailing across the room. Someone cursed behind him in surprise, he ignored the small group as he looked through the crate of supplies.

“You’re actually trusting that crazy bitch? What if she rigged the stuff?” Lawrence asked incredulously.

Beckworth appraised Reaper with a new outlook before shaking his head, “Nah she wants him to play too much. Wants to draw out the game not shorten it,”

John pulled out four tac vests with a grumble, looking over at Kirk he shook his head, “Get that neon sign off,” he indicated to his command gold. Jim wasn’t entirely sure what he was more surprised by the order itself or that he automatically followed it without question. “You too kid,” John mumbled, shooting Chekov an apologetic look. The young Russian scrambled in setting his things down so he could yank off his overshirt.

“Damn I’m happy I wore pants for this shit,” Bitar grumbled as she and two others from security shucked their colored shirts. Reaper huffed a humorless laugh, walking over to Jim he helped the captain into the vest securing it before moving on to Chekov. Freezing for a moment John cocked his head to the side, he could hear pounding footsteps and inhuman screams; they were getting closer by the second. Cursing he pulled off his blue shirt, tossing it to the side. He grabbed a kit belt from the crate and swung it around his hips. Tucking his phaser away for later John pulled out a few old-fashioned projectile weapons.

Shaking his head John loaded the belt with everything he could fit. Lieutenant Beckworth was working on doing the same thing. Checking over a replicated desert eagle Reaper glanced over his shoulder before hurrying in his movements.

“You know something we don’t, again?” Jim asked ice coating his tone. John in his hurried movements almost forgot how pissed off Kirk still was. The man hid it well. The others froze but John kept going letting the coldness waft over him.

“They’re coming and we really shouldn’t be here when they do,” was all he said clipping a couple of grenades to his belt.

“Vhose coming?” Chekov asked quietly it was the first time in while the kid spoke, his voice was cautious, fear only just breaking the surface.

Reaper’s forehead scrunched a memory floating to the surface. “Well the first time I faced these things, a man from my unit called them demons. He was the god fearin’ type,” he muttered in explanation. That made Kirk grimace and Chekov wince as if he regretted asking. John shoved a second knife into his boot and clipped another to his belt on his hip. The last thing he pulled from the crate made him pause and mutter a string of curses under his breath. In his hands sat an old, yet new rifle.

“Damn,” he shook his head ruefully hating the fact that he missed its weight in his hands.

“Old friend?” Jim asked sourly making John wince ever so slightly.

“You could say that,” he mumbled.

John placed his finger over the scanner and felt as his chest tightened as it rang out, “Former RRTS member verified, Call sign ‘Reaper,’”

He looked over at Jim who held another rifle in his hands, something newer and sleeker. They watched each other carefully, a silent conversation taking place between them.

“We’ll talk about this later,”

Reaper whipped his head around seconds before a door on the other end of the atrium burst open with a shattering crash. The others jumped in surprise,

“Move!” John shouted, pushing them ahead. They ran the length of the Atrium toward a set of glass doors that led to the rest of the station.

“What the fuck are those?” Kirk shouted looking over his shoulder briefly as he ran with John just behind him and Chekov urging them forward.

“As I said, demons!” was all John shouted pushing the two bridge officers through the sliding open glass doors.

John whipped around and fired his rifle. In quick accurate bursts, the screaming creatures fell; he stayed long enough for the others to rush past him before flying through the doors himself. John elbowed the door controls causing the red lights to flare, heavy metal blast doors slammed home just as the demons crashed into the glass.

Jim looked up from his bent position, “What the hell were those?” he asked panting.

Reaper grimaced. “Those were- they were people once before they got infected with a compound called C-24. It’s basically - it’s an extra chromosome essentially,” he groaned at more than one confused face. Running a hand through his hair John moved forward further into what looked to be one of the main shopping areas. ‘Damn malls,’ he thought with a grumble.

“But you were injected by this C-24 da?” Chekov curiously asked, trying to keep the hint of wariness from his voice. John flinched but nodded at the young navigator, “Back when it was first discovered C-24 chose who became a monster or who became - eh superhuman I guess. Healing is fifty percent quicker, strength, moving faster, and unfortunately, aging is...slow,”

John stopped eyeing the vast area critically, “This version of C-24 is twisted beyond comprehension and that’s saying something,” he whispered and gestured for the others to keep quiet as well. John looked to the side allowing one of his ears to face the shopping center.

Taking a deep breath he filtered the sounds around him, he ignored the erratic heartbeats of the team behind him, and the crunch of glass under their boots as they shifted and walked. The faint sound of sleepy growls and snorts made John purse his lips, it was pretty far off to immediately worry about. ‘Best to keep an eye out anyway,’ he thought biting the inside of his cheek.

“Superhuman, does that mean hearing as well?” Bitar asked incredulously catching onto what John was doing.

The man looked at her a bit sheepishly, he opened his mouth to respond but the Captain interrupted with: “Wait a minute super hearing? Does that mean during the academy…”

John chuckled dryly “Oh yeah, every time. Why do you think I started carrying earbuds with me everywhere I damn went?”

Kirk blanched looking mortified “So you- oh no,” he whispered mostly to himself before laughing nervously at John’s little crooked smirk.

Reaper jerked his head in the direction of the railway system. “Come on Dynamo,” he snorted, making Kirk go completely red in the face out of embarrassment. Lawrence and Chekov snorted covering their laughter with little coughs.

“So I’m guessing you hear all the gossip, McCoy?” Beckworth asked amused, both Chekov and Lawrence became quiet.

John rolled his eyes calling the tram, “Yeah, not very creative if I’m going to be completely honest,”

Jim choked on a laugh remembering what they called McCoy on the ship and in the academy, “Some of those nicknames aren’t legal on most planets I think,” he pointed out smirking. John just scowled at his best friend - well, hopefully, they were still best friends anyway. He didn’t really want to think about that right now, the thought that he might have to leave the Enterprise hurt enough as it was.

----------oOo----------

The tram hummed and slid to an easy stop, moving in front of the group John readied his weapon and listened. No movement, no snarling, and no stench of death, they were clear. The doors hissed open just as he lowered his rifle to point at the ground. The only thing John could smell was faint traces of blood and dry air.

“Clear,” Beckworth confirmed coming up to stand beside him.

John had to silently applaud the man, he stepped up without hesitation. He wasn’t deterred by what they were up against nor was he rattled by the revelation of who “Leonard McCoy” really was. He had a job to do, and he was going to damn well do it. John nodded to Henry as he entered the tram, double and triple-checking to make sure it was safe for the others. Bitar and Lawrence followed suit while Beckworth stuck with the Captain and Chekov. They were the most important of the away team, that didn’t change.

Chekov scurried over to the tram controls and grimaced. The conductor's seat was smeared with blood; enough blood to convince the young navigator that whoever worked here was surely dead. Pavel jumped when a hand gently landed on his shoulder.

“You okay kid?” John asked softly, his eyes showed so many emotions but the ones that stuck out to Chekov the most was- understanding, pain, grief, and steely determination.

Swallowing hard Pavel squared his shoulders and nodded, “Da, I’m alright,” he whispered. John looked at him for a long few seconds before nodding and squeezing his shoulder.

“Bring up a map of the base if ya can. We need to see what we’re working with and the best way to get out,” John said letting his southern twang color his voice, it had its desired effect as Chekov relaxed further. The kid hummed as he worked at the console, muttering to himself about equations and formulas. John drifted back to where the rest of the away team sat. They were in a heated discussion about their plan of action. John leaned against one of the handrails silently listening to the debate. Jim was in charge of course, but the young Captain valued the opinions of his crew.

“We need to take down the jammer so we can beam the hell out of here,” Ensign Bitar said, arms crossed, the girl was terrified. John was rather impressed at how well she was hiding it.

Lawrence sat hunched over in one of the plastic seats head in his hands. He was continuously pulling at his hair. “How are we going to do that when we don’t know where the hell it is?” he groaned tilting his head up at the young woman. Bitar scowled at him but otherwise said nothing. Beckworth leaned back with a heavy sigh, he looked to be deep in thought. John’s gaze moved to Kirk, the kid was pacing back and forth muttering under his breath. Jim was working on a plan, and just because it was him it was going to be crazy.

Growling in frustration Jim stopped in front of John, “Got any ideas?” he asked bitingly.

John chewed on the inside of his cheek, “Chekov is working on getting us a map, so we know what we’re dealing with. I think our best bet is to either make our way to the base's bridge or to engineering.” he said with a shrug. Kirk opened his mouth but snapped it shut again,

“The bridge will give us all the information that we need. It being a starbase means it will also be connected to operations.” Jim mused running a hand through his hair. John nodded slowly,

“Genesis is also connected to Marcus and Section 31 so along the way we’ll most likely find a lot of classified information. You being Captain of the fleet’s flagship also means that you’re would technically be under orders to retrieve all classified data and bring it back to HQ,” John let the unsaid “Including me,” hang in the air. The silence was almost deafening. Bitar looked down at her feet, Lawrence bit his nails nervously, and Beckworth frowned but ready to do whatever his Captain asked of him. Jim’s jaw clenched and he shook his head in denial,

“You got that map, Chekov?” John asked without having to turn to see the navigator enter the room.

Pavel sniffed, clearing his throat, “Da, I have the map of the station. I was also able to determine which areas are safe and which are breached.” Chekov handed the PADD over to John who gave the young man a tight smile of thanks.

He showed the device to Jim who began to swipe through it for a clear path to the station's bridge. “Shit,” he muttered, brows furrowed in frustration. The only clear path to the bridge was through what would most likely be the most populated areas.

John growled and cursed colorfully under his breath, in all honesty, he wasn’t surprised. “You don’t look, surprised Doctor,” Beckworth noted gruffly. All eyes snapped to the Enterprises CMO.

The man gave a shrug and spoke without looking up from the PADD in his hands. “Veera is a psychopath, an extremely smart one at that. She wouldn’t have let us near Genesis if this place wasn’t ready for us. She would have planned all of this to the very last detail,” He took and held up the PADD showing the map and raised an eyebrow at everyone, “This will give her audience somethin’ to watch. Chekov how easy was it to get this map?”

The navigator shifted uneasily, “I didn’t have to do anything, it was already downloaded onto the PADD,” he whispered, eyes wide.

“In order to win the game, we have to play the game,” Kirk muttered, taking the PADD back from John. The ex-marine scowled at the thought, he knew Jim was right but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Kirk looked at him grimly, “Looks like you have to put on a show Bones.”

John’s scowl deepened, he looked up at the obvious camera in the corner of the tram car. Flipping it off, John quickly pulled his handgun and shot the offending piece of tech. The rest of the group yelled covering their ears against the crack of the gunshot. Placing his sidearm back John snorted, “I’m just a regular ol’ show pony,”

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midnightsnyx · 5 years ago

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Andre Burakovsky - Be My Forever

pairing: andre burakovsky/reader

warnings: angst and fluff

word count: 3695

a/n: i was planning on just making this pure fluff but if ya know your girl, you know i am a sucker for angst so i couldn’t not write sad stuff in this BUT it has a happy ending so yay

ps: pls dont criticize my attempt at making an instagram post because i am very sensitive

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Andre Burakovsky

Meeting him was like getting the breath knocked out of you.

Losing him was like drowning.

. . .

“You look like you could use a drink.”

You have no idea, you think and turn preparing to tell the guy who is probably hitting on you that you are not interested but when your eyes meet his warm brown ones, the words die on your lips.

You mumble a yes and he grins, taking a seat on the bar stool next to you. He catches the attention of the bartender and when he orders your favourite drink, you raise an eyebrow and he blushes.

“I uh… I asked the bartender what you drink before I walked over here.” He says and your mouth tips up in a small smile. He has an accent, you realize but you can’t pick out exactly what it is. Not as strong as Russian. Swedish maybe? You also realize you have been staring at him a little too long because he smirks so you clear you throat and nod.

“How long have you been thinking about coming over here?” You tease and he blushes again.

“Awhile.” He mumbles. “You looked pretty intimidating to be honest.”

“Well,” you say, taking a sip from your glass before grinning. “I’m glad that didn’t deter you from introducing yourself.”

“Ditto.” He says and when he smiles, you know you’re a goner.

. . .

It’s easy. Being with Andre is easy. And it frightens you as much as it excites you. He brings you your favourite drink in the morning before you go to work and he takes you on dates and brings you flowers when you’re feeling down. It’s more affection and attention that you’ve had from a man in a long time so it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. It makes you start to wonder if what you’re feeling is love.

“What’re you thinking about?” he murmurs, head laying on your lap while you run your fingers through his unruly brown hair. His eyes are trained on the TV as you both watch reruns of Grey’s Anatomy.

“You. Us.” You tell him shrugging.

He’s smiling when you look down at him. “What exactly about us?”

His gaze makes you squirm a little and you don’t exactly want to confess your love for him because you’re not sure yet if that’s what you feel.

“Just stuff.” You sigh, looking back at the TV where Derek is professing his love to Meredith and it’s like the show is mocking you.

He just hums. “I was thinking you should come to the game tonight.”

You’re embarrassed to admit that attending his games isn’t something you do often. You love cheering him on but the other hockey wives and girlfriends intimidate you. Andre has assured you plenty of times that they like you and would love to get to know you, but there’s that taunting voice in the back of your head that says they are silently judging you.

He carefully gauges your reaction before adding, “I thought you could go in the wives lounge.”

And there it is.

“I don’t know, Andre.”

You know he’s frustrated when he stands up and starts running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t understand your problem with the other wives and girlfriends.” He says a little sharply. Probably sharper than he intended but it still stings.

“It isn’t that I have a problem with them-”

“Then what is it?”

You huff, standing up because sitting down is just making your nerves worse. “I just feel like they’re judging me, okay?”

You’re expecting him to reassure you but he just scoffs. “I have literally never had this problem with a girl I’ve dated. In fact, they were all excited to meet the guys significant others.”

That stings and you know that he’s realized that he crossed the line before you even say anything. When he opens his mouth to try and fix it, you point to the door.

“Leave.”

“Y/N-”

“Leave, now.” you say and he starts to walk towards you but you shake you head, trying to keep the tears at bay until he leaves.

When he begins to say something else, you look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please.” You beg and his face drops. You watch as he grabs his jacket and keys before making his way to the front door. He gives you one last glance before opening the door and leaving. Once he’s gone, you fall on the couch and start sobbing. Deep down you know that the fight the two of you had isn’t as big a deal as you’re both making it out to be but it’s still your first real fight, and it hurts like hell.

It’s a couple hours later when there is a knock on the door. You’re confused because Andre has a key to your apartment and although the two of you just had an argument, you figure he would just come straight in.

Maybe he’s trying boundaries you think, wrapping a blanket around you and trudging to answer the knocking. You’re expecting it to be Andre so to say that you are surprised is an understatement when you open the door and come face to face with Gabriel Landeskog’s wife, Melissa.

“Um… hi?” You say but it comes out more as a question. She smiles but it looks sympathetic and you realize you must look like a mess. You try to wipe your eyes which feel puffy and half halfheartedly push you messy hair away from your face.

“Can I come in?” She asks softly and all you can do is nod and step aside. You are suddenly aware that your apartment is a mess and there’s an empty box of tissues with used ones scattered on the couch which is exactly where she decides to sit.

“Sorry about the mess.” You mutter, scooping them up and throwing them in a small garbage tin. She just smiles again and watches you sit on the love seat across from her.

“No need to apologize.” She reassures you. “I’ve had my fair share of empty tissue boxes after fights with Gabe.”

So that’s why she’s here. You should’ve known that Andre would go to one of the guys houses. Someone with a wife or girlfriend in particular because you’re sure the single guys wouldn’t have great advice. Hence being single.

“He told you.”

She shrugs. “Well, he told Gabe and I happened to be in listening distance. I don’t think he would ever break your trust by telling one of the girls that you’re nervous about meeting us.”

She holds a hand up when you begin to cut in, effectively shutting you up.

“I’ve been where you are. All of us have. Isn’t it the same when you’re meeting anybody? It’s nerve wracking but you should know that we all want to officially meet you and learn more about you.” She smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Honestly, from what Gabe has told me, Andre doesn’t stop talking about you.”

A giggle slips out because Cale mentioned to you once how annoying it was that all Andre talked about was you.

“I’m not trying to force you into anything, but I think you should come to the game and sit with us tonight.” She leans over and pats your knee before standing up. “I stole your number from Andre’s phone when Gabe was distracting him so I’ll text you in an hour and if you decide to come, I’ll save you a seat.”

She leaves it at that and for the second time today, you stand up and watch someone leave your apartment. The only difference is that when Melissa looks back, she gives you a warm smile.

You sigh when the door closes with a soft click and you make your way to the washroom. When you look in the mirror, your eyes are puffy and nose red as expected but you ignore it and turn the shower on, stripping off and standing under the hot water. Taking a shower gives you time to think about your fight with Andre.

Yes, he stepped over the line when he made the comment comparing you to other girls he has dated, but if you hadn’t kicked him out, it’s possible the two of you could have talked things out. But you just needed time to think because you felt like things were slipping out of control and all you’ve ever known before Andre is that when things get tough, people leave and you were so terrified of him being the one to leave that you kicked him out before he could.

You only realize that you’ve been standing in the shower too long when the water starts running cold. Shutting off the water, you grab a towel and wrap it around yourself and make your way to your room. You go to open your pajama drawer but your phone dings and when you check it, there’s an unfamiliar number that’s texted you but you know who it is right away.

Unknown number: Should I save you a seat?

You stare at the text, weighing the pros and cons of going to the game. It’s possible that Andre won’t even want you there after the fight you two had but he may also be happy that you decided to come. Your eyes drift to where your number 35 Colorado Avalanche jersey is hanging in your closet. Andre gave it to you a month in to your relationship and even when you watched the game from your apartment, you still wore it. You remember the look on his face when you showed up to your first game wearing it and that’s all it takes to shut you pajama drawer and pick up your phone to text Melissa back.

You: I’ll be there.

. . .

Before you make your way to your seats, Melissa drags you to the locker room, ignoring your protests. Her husband is waiting outside the locker room doors and his face lights up when he sees the two of you.

“Hey!” He says, kissing Melissa’s cheek and pulling you in for a quick hug. “Hopefully your attendance will put Burky in a better mood. A couple of the guys are ready to sock him because of his attitude.” He winks before opening the door and shouting Andre’s name.

“Burky! Get out here.”

You hear Andre say no like a disobedient child and Gabe huffs.

“Your girl is here!”

You hear a couple whistles and chirps being tossed before Andre pokes his head out the door and his eyes widen a bit when he sees you. Gabe rolls his eyes and you see him wave to Melissa out of the corner of your eye before they both leave.

“You came.” He says quietly and you nod.

“Well, you asked me.” you say quietly and his face falls a little so you quickly add, “and I wanted to.”

A smile lights up his face and he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. When he sets you down, he smirks.

“Hey, I’ll score a goal for you tonight.”

“That’s an awfully big promise, Burky.” you tease and he grins, kissing you soundly.

“Anything for my girl.”

. . .

(he scores a goal and an assist for you that night and when he points at you after scoring, your heart flips and you want to shout I love you from the rooftops.)

. . .

You’ve been dating for nine months when he asks you to move in with him. In the back of your mind you wonder if it’s too soon but there’s so much hope and love and trust in his eyes that you tell him yes.

Your friends are quiet but supportive when you tell them you’re moving in with Andre. You know that one of your friends had a bad experience when she moved in with her boyfriend after they had only been dating for a few months but you’re convinced that you and Andre are different.

That is, until you’re not.

. . .

After a couple months, you realize that living together is harder than you expected. You didn’t notice as much when you were living separately but he’s gone more often than not. It leaves a constant heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach while he is on the road. You try to occupy your time with work and spending time with friends but you still go home to an empty apartment and sleep alone in the bed every night.

You’d never admit it to him and certainly not to your friends who you had a feeling would say I told you so.

You put on the brave face when he’s home but eventually it gets too much and you break down, explaining your feelings to Melissa who tells you to talk to Andre about it because “communication is key” and you know that’s one of the most cliche but true things about relationships but you never thought you would have to worry about it.

You supposed that love made you blind to things sometimes.

So the night before Andre is set to be home, you send him a text saying that you need to talk to him about something when he’s back in town. He calls you right away, panicking and asking what’s wrong but you assure him it’s nothing even though it’s something and he sadly takes your word for it.

Despite him getting home at an ungodly hour, you wake up to coffee and a bouquet of your favorite flowers and your heart just hurts when you see the bright smile on his face.

“Morning,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey,” you whisper, accepting the cup of coffee he offers you and walking over to study the flowers in the vase. There is a small card in it that says “I love you” and your heart breaks a little.

“So… you wanted to talk?” He asks quietly but his words are rushed as if he’s been working himself up to saying them.

You try to smile and sit on the chair across from him. He looks tired and his hair is messy and all you want to do is be in his arms but you can’t.

“I want to start by saying that none of it is your fault and I know it’s out of your control-”

“Wait-” he cuts you off. “are you breaking up with me?”

“I know it is out of your control,” you say again, more forcefully and his face pales but you keep talking. “but I’m just so tired of being alone and I know hockey is your job and you have to travel-”

“You’re breaking up with me.” He says quietly and the confusion on his face makes you feel like the worst person ever but-

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think things would be this hard when we decided to move in together.”

“Things have been fine,” he insists. “we’ve been fine-”

“But I haven’t!” You nearly shout. “You’ve been fine because you have hockey to keep you occupied when you’re on the road and then you have me when you come home but I have nobody, when you aren’t here, I have nobody.” It’s hard to look at him so you’re staring at your hands, feeling the hot tears drip on to your palms. “and I know that’s what I signed up for when we started dating but I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

You don’t hear him so you jump when his hands grasp yours. He’s kneeling down in front of you when you look up at him and you just want to cry harder when you see the tears in his eyes.

“We can figure something out.”

“Like what, Andre?” You croak and he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, pulling your hands free from him. It hurts to stand up and leave him kneeling there but you know that if you stay any longer or look at him, you won’t be able to leave. “I’ll pick up my things tomorrow while you’re at practice.”

He doesn’t say anything and it takes everything in you not to go back and kneel down and hug him and try to take the pain away but you can’t.

You pull on the closest jacket and grab your keys, not looking back as you leave because the worst part is, something tells you that you will love him forever.

. . .

It’s nearly a year later when you finally see him again. You were so careful, trying to avoid any places you knew he would be but when you got an invite to a barbecue that the Landeskog’s are throwing, you can’t say no. Melissa and Gabe had been so kind to you after your breakup with Andre, from letting you stay at their house while you searched for another apartment to checking up on you when they felt you were missing a little too long.

So you can’t say no to them and even though you don’t want to see Andre, you can’t ask them not to invite him either.

You had a plan to stay in one spot during the barbecue and only move if Andre spotted you but when he catches your eye, it’s like you’re thrown back in time to when you met him in the bar. His brown eyes lock you in place and no matter how much you want to leave, it’s like an invisible force is keeping you in place.

“Hey.” He whispers, stopping in front of where you’re seated. It’s on a porch swing and when you look around the yard, you realize all other seats are taken. Part of you wonders if it was done on purpose.

“Can I sit?” He asks and all you can manage is to nod, not knowing what to say to him.

“You look great.” He says quietly and he sounds unsure, like he’s worried he is stepping over the line. But his words warm you to the bone and a small smile spreads across your face.

“You do too.”

His grin is smug and you almost regret your words but you just laugh quietly. You lean back in the swing and unconsciously press your thigh against his, not noticing when his eyes flicker down.

“How have you been?” You ask him.

“Good, and you?”

“Really well actually.” You tell him and when you turn to look at him, he’s already looking at you.

“I miss you.” He says softly and you’re surprised when warmth blooms in your chest at his words.

You’re even more surprised when you find yourself saying, “I miss you too.”

Neither of you will ever remember who leaned in first but when your lips meet his, it feels like the hole that’s been in your heart for nearly a year is suddenly filled again and the weight that’s been on your shoulders is gone and you feel like you can breathe again.

You distantly remember your mom telling you once that if you’re meant to be with someone, you will eventually find your way back to each other.

You couldn’t agree more.

. . .

(it’s two years later that he’s on one knee in front of you, offering you a ring - and his heart - and asking you to be his forever and without a doubt of hesitation in your mind, you tell him yes.)

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destieltropecollection · 6 years ago

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 24: Police Officer AU

Catch Me If You Can | @dean-cas-in-the-impala Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4030 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - criminals, Drama, Action, Humor, Cop AU Summary: Dean Winchester is a famous criminal and Castiel Novak, an FBI agent is the one who tries to catch him. What will come out of this cat and mouse game?

This Isn't That Kind of Place | @pherryt Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2593 Main Tags and Warnings: Cop!Dean, EMT!Cas, Homophobic Character, homophobic character getting put in his place, First Kiss, sick!gabe, cas and dean are both offduty, nasty landlord, side sabriel Summary: Sam and Gabe are getting married and they just want to be able to do planning with their best men in attendance. But with their jobs, getting Dean or Cas in the same place at the same time as one of the grooms (much less each other) was proving to be a little difficult. Until Sam's landlord starts to be more than a bit difficult.

The Bond-Breaker Murders | @DesiraeLovesDestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75696 Main Tags and Warnings: Detective Dean/Angel Castiel, friends to lovers, truemates, soul bond, wing kink, crime drama, partners, smut, angst Summary: In a world where the supernatural live amongst the humans, it is not unheard of for angels and humans to mate. But not without consequences. Once bonded, one mate cannot live without the other. If a mate dies, the other will soon pass of a broken heart, leaving children orphaned, and families wrecked. Detective Dean Winchester and his partner, the angel Castiel, had decided long ago, not act on their unspoken love due to those consequences. Though it was always more Castiel’s choice than Dean’s. The angel was not willing to risk taking Dean from his loved ones, should he ever fall in the line of duty. But soon Dean and Castiel find out that they are far more bonded than they knew and when an angel/human mated pair is murdered, the case hits a little too close to home. As the shining stars of the Paranormal Homicide Division, it is up to Dean and Castiel to discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.

Partnered | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 28122 Main Tags and Warnings: Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humor, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Hot Cross Buns | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3978 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Baker Dean, Cop Cas, Alternate Universe, Misunderstandings, Dogs, Sexual Tension, First Kiss Summary: Dean is a baker, Cas is cop. Cas wants Dean's hot cross buns... or does he?

Scars | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9870 Main Tags and Warnings: Human!AU, Cop!Dean, Chef!Castiel, Homeless!Castiel, past domestic violence, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort. Summary: Five times Castiel bares his scars to Dean, and one time Dean returns the favour.

Hope | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2219 Main Tags and Warnings: AU, Human!AU, FBI Agent!Castiel, alcoholism, minor character death, making up Summary: It was an utter lack of hope that made Castiel Novak end his relationship with his alcoholic fiancé, Dean Winchester, fourteen months ago.

Cat and Mouse | @braezenkitty Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3073 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - 1940s, 1940s, Detective Dean, Russian Mafia, Mobster Castiel, Enemies to Lovers, Dubious Consent, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Public Sex Summary: Detective Dean Winchester has been chasing Russian mafia boss Castiel Krushnic for most of his career, but can never quite keep him locked up.

Night Exhibition | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26996 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Romance, Fluff, No Angst, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Romantic Friendship, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, First Time, Museums, Security Guard Castiel, Snarky Castiel, Nonbinary Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Baker Dean, Bisexual Dean, Horny Dean, Secret Crush, Sexual Tension, Uniform Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Standing Up, Public Nudity, Switch Castiel, Switch Dean, Professionals Being Unprofessional, Everyone Ships Castiel/Dean Summary: Welcome to the world's most generic museum. In the café, you'll find Dean, putting dinosaur cut-outs on his award-winning apple pies. In the gift shop, you'll find his snarky yet devastatingly handsome friend Castiel, folding t-shirts for a living. But Castiel has a second job as a night watchman, patrolling the marble halls and protecting the museum exhibits after dark. One night, Dean asks to tag along. He could never resist a crisp blue uniform, and he'll take any opportunity to have his friend show it off. It might take all night, one dance, and a playful sex act (or five) in a few unusual places around the museum before either of them realise... maybe Dean's interest was never about the uniform. And maybe their friendship was already something else.

Demon Delinquent (WIP) | @relucant Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7175 Main Tags and Warnings: cop!cas, bottom!dean, top!cas, demon!dean, panty kink, object insertion Summary: Cas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean Winchester was perched on the trunk of an old Continental, hands cuffed behind his back, but bright-eyed and relaxed, looking for all the world like he was sat in his favorite booth at Benny's diner. Dean had been a low-grade troublemaker since his adolescence, turning up at the station with stolen bread and an unrepentant grin, or bloody knuckles and a scowl. But Lawrence was a small town, and anyone who'd ever dealt with John Winchester in the drunk tank had a few ounces of sympathy for the kid.

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years ago

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FIC: Surpassed All Men V

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It took him all of five minutes upon returning to the small house, concealed and simply observing as he wanted, or rather felt that he needed, to be completely specific and accurate when he appeared to tell the girl her reality, to figure out exactly what the other Trickster had been on about.

The swirling of power in the area had held a tang to it, a sort of electricity in the air that only came from rapid and continued reality shifting and altering as well as the crackle of mischief that hung about the house like an invisible cloud, that he knew all too well from the centuries spent befriending others of her kind.

The sugary-sweet scent that wafted perpetually out of the house wouldn't have been unusual for this space, but watching from the wall he lent invisibly against to see the blonde shimmying around the kitchen to some song his eyes had immediately gone to the bright, golden bear-shaped container that sat out on the kitchen bench and had been held and brought to her lips more than once a minute as the woman had baked.

He had frowned in realization, but stalking through the rest of the house he could see items that shimmered under his vision in a way only the reality-warping powers of a Trickster could do all over the house. A painting on the wall, a jacket draped over the back of a couch, and more than one vase of flowers filled with blooms that he’d never seen before were all scattered around the house like a trail of crumbs that would all lead back to their creator in the kitchen.

Gabe frowned deeply to himself understanding just what the perky blonde had become, and as he turned to watch through the open door to the kitchen to see her lifting the golden honey bear back to her lips absently as she cooked something, his look got darker realizing just what trouble she could find herself in before he left again leaving no signs of his visit behind as he made his way back to his last stop.

Crow had laughed. Hard. With that cawwing sound that came from his throat harsh and brash, and matched by the laughter of his birds all around as the archangel had returned. The old god had stared at him after his laughter, dark hands folded in his lap as he pinned the angel with a serious look, before there had been a hum and his soft, listed voice gravel thick asking the question Gabriel had had trouble coming to terms with himself.

“So. How are you going to help her?”

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Gabriel could not tell if meeting with the pair as a pair was better or worse than one on one. Two birds one stone, but the two birds outnumbered him two to one if they decided to lash back out at him.

This time of year they were in the Russian’s home for once, but as the archangel pushed open the flap of the traditional yurt the scent of the other’s choice of smoke filled the air - rich with tobacco, bearberry and the staghorn sumac that made up the blend of his people from the cold North - with an undercurrent of sweet tang of reindeer milk and the fermented berry drink that had had the angel pulling a face the first time he tasted the rancid drink that turned sweet the longer you kept it on your tongue. There was a blend of both men’s favorite foods with slabs of wheat and acorn loaves soaked to dripping in honey and berries surrounded by the sour-tang berries that made that juice, with piles of corn husk wrapped maize filled with softened blueberries, blackberries, and cloudberries, corn pone with fresh sweet corn kernels and then in the middle as if a secret that they wanted to be disguised amongst the rest was a bowl of boiled sweet candies.

Neither god seemed to look up at his presence as they continued to pass a journal back between one another, marking sharply a line on a page before handing it back to the other. It was a nonsense thought game that Gabriel had always struggled to comprehend - some connective string between their people that had them in a battle of wits over charcoal and paper - but the fact they still persisted and, from the age of the book they wrote in, seemed to be on the same match from the last time he had met with them made him want to laugh.

“What’s this? You think this is a game, Kutkh?” The taller of the pair asked, looking with a tight frown of his brows at the page. Wisakedjak flicked his gaze from between the journal and the god sat across the low table from him, dark brown eyes flashing for a moment as he ran a tan finger over whatever marking he was complaining about. “You’ve not tried this move for the last century.”

There was a whistle from the other man, and Gabriel recognized the wicked smirk on the Russian’s lips. “Perhaps it is time to try something old, lyubovnik.” The dark-haired man’s eyes were closed as they had been since Gabriel had passed through the door, and he rested his head in his palm, propped with his elbow on the table.

“Speaking of old, look which nitotem has finally decided to visit.” “Jackie, that won’t get you off from your returning mark.” “Nicimos, you should open your eyes more often. We have a visitor.”

Gabriel swallowed thickly as he took a further step in under the watchful eye of the American Trickster, as he entered the circle of lighting from the torches that hung from the yurt frame. The god’s eyes were sharply focused on him and where he was used to seeing the humor in their depths instead there was a harsh cold that did not bode well for this meeting, as Wisakedjak lifted a hand sharply in greeting before running it along the long thick braid to the right side of his head. Gabe found himself taking a step back as the other made to tug on the end of it, a tingle down his spine as he knew what that move could do if the god felt inclined.

“Oh, so we do. What a surprise to see you again, Loki.” Kutkh added, turning so the shaved side of his head with the raven feather tattooed sharply onto his scalp that shimmered in a way a real feather would before he let out a sharp laugh reminiscent of the last god the archangel had visited. “Have you decided to prostrate yourself to the mercy of your lessers now, feather-duster?”

“I see you have heard the news.” Gabe found himself replying as there was a crackling in the air before a third seating pillow materialized and the table shifted to a triangle between the two men and the open third position. He found himself looking between it and the American Trickster as Wisakedjak dropped his hand from the braid he had tugged at. “I... am here for a reason, and not for myself.”

“That old bag of feathers did mention something last month.” “Yes, Crow visited my lyubovnik and mentioned to him about your little girlfriend-” “Oh was it the one that the fairy hated? I did not realize-” “That is because you are the pretty face of us both, Jackie.”

“She’s not... That’s not what it is like, but yes. I’m sure Crow gave you a run down more efficiently than I have.” Gabe found himself gritting his teeth as he moved to sit in the spare cushion cautious that the shimmering he could see of the item might suddenly disappear or manifest something dreadful from the muskrat-fur wearing man. “It appears that-”

“Yes, yes, a human becomes demigod. It happens sometimes.” Whiskey cut over him sharply, a sharp glare still on his face in contrast to the friendly amusement and warmth from the other god. The pair always seemed at odds, always one amused and one responsible, but were a match that Gabriel had always found unsettling should they decide to unleash their trickery at the same time. “What is it to us though, angel? You should speak to her new people.”

Gabriel found himself biting down on a scowl as he leaned forward to pluck one of the sweets from the central bowl as the American Trickster had raised a curved, sharp eyebrow towards him. Shaking his head as he popped the candy in his mouth, he stared back with his own brow raised after a moment. “That would be why I’m here, Whiskey.”

“No Americans have been of our ilk since my love here, Gabriel.” Kutkh cut in quietly, his voice soft as the wind that brushy against and flapped the canvas of the tent, as he sliced a piece of the honey-soaked bread and held the plate towards the angel in a way that was far more familiar and friendly than he’d expected to receive from any of his old friends. “I doubt she is a new one. Perhaps you should seek out the other newcomers, perhaps you should talk to Flagg?”

“She’s one of you lot, Kutkh, and of everyone sending her to speak to Nyarlathotep is probably the worst possible suggestion.” He found himself snapping back, taking the offered treat but pinning the god with sharp look at the suggestion. Kutkh’s lips twisted into an amused grin, the wickedness bleeding through under the friendly look. “So I am here to get your assistance with-”

“Nicimos, I believe the lying angel wants something from us.” The American cut over the top of him, leaning across the table a little to take the other god’s drink from his hand, sipping from it rather than pouring his own. “I believe he thinks his little friend may need some kind of.. protection or help with meeting her own.”

“Jackie, that seems rude to assume wouldn’t you say?” “I thought so too. What is it about a group of Tricksters that would make one think we would be rude to our own?” “Especially a new one. If she, in fact, reaches our level.”

Gabe found himself sighing heavily watching the pair bouncing off of one another. They always did this, and it was always their own annoying pattern to do it. The only one more frustrating to deal with was Gwydion when he would bring his brother or be missing his brother, or anything to do with his brother or the topic of brothers, in general, was brought up. Rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he watched the pair communicate through looks - twitches of lips, rise of brows and jerks of heads - for a long moment as he sucked on the boiled sweet, the archangel felt the desire to sigh again bubbling up inside before the American gave a growl.

“Fine, nicimos, we shall help the Westerner.”

“You really do hold grudges for too long, Jackie. Perhaps your having a new friend will be good for your patience.” Kutkh shot back, a smirk curling upon his lips in a way that made Gabriel want to shudder. The Russian picked up one of the boiled maize desserts, squeezing the dark purple colored filling out with a grin. “After all, you will have another American to meet that isn’t that dog-man you loathe so much.”

“You promised not to bring that beast up for another fifty years, Kuttie.” Wisakedjak snapped back harshly, the fire in his eyes back but no longer directed towards the third of the group that felt somehow better for Gabriel’s luck and mission at that point. The god snarled back, crossing his arms before adding. “Though, I suppose we should get to her before that foul-”

“What he means to say, angel, is that we will assist. Crow shall tell you when we’re gathering to meet your.. friend.”

Gabriel found himself frowning a little as the Russian looked at him, a glint to his eye that made the archangel feel like either the words were the sincerest of the whole conversation or the most dangerous, before the other cut over the top, continuing his rage regarding his Southern counterpart. Taking the offer at face value and unwilling to stay seated for yet another rant about the antics of Coyote and Wisadjek’s complaints about the other god as he had suffered through over the centuries, Gabe found himself slowly rising and then slinking out of the yurt as Kutkh’s eyes followed him without moving his face from staring and nodding at the other man’s words.

As he stood outside the intricately decorated yurt, Gabriel found himself breathing in deeply to rid the sharp scent of smoke from his nose as well as to shake the electric feeling of the trickster’s energy from his shoulders. There was a moment, where he could still hear the rise and fall of the voices behind him, muted and softer than they’d ever sounded before he found himself disappearing before they could change their minds. Perhaps they were both still unhappy with his trickery, but at least it allowed three voices to be potentially supportive of the blonde when he finally decided to tell her what she was becoming.

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#fic #gabepov #au stories #kidverse #kid verse

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wayward-lives · 5 years ago

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Hey guys, I just finished my multi-chapter Stucky fic. Please go and check it out - it would mean a lot. Name: The Conundrum of Love  Chapters: 14/14  Summary: Bucky Barnes was not popular in the slightest. He was overly sarcastic, had no interest in fashion, and everything about him screamed “the complete opposite of cool”. Pair that with his sexuality and lack of a left arm, and none of the so-called “Populars” would go near him, except to slam him into the lockers. And Bucky was totally okay with that. It was his last year in school, anyway - and unless his entire year level turned out to be evil clones, he wouldn’t care about any of them. Then Bucky met Steve Rogers. He was handsome, friendly, sweet, funny and completely irrelevant to Bucky’s life. Bucky was determined to ignore him, but Steve had a life of his own - and he was determined to have Bucky in it.

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanov #clint barton #tony stark #t'challa #samchalla #fanfic

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ao3feed-stucky · 5 years ago

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by this_wayward_life

Bucky Barnes was not popular in the slightest. He was overly sarcastic, had no interest in fashion, and everything about him screamed "the complete opposite of cool". Pair that with his sexuality and lack of a left arm, and none of the so-called "Populars" would go near him, except to slam him into lockers. And Bucky was totally okay with that. It was his last year in school, anyway - and unless his entire year level turned out to be evil clones, he wouldn't care about any of them. Then Bucky met Steve Rogers. He was handsome, friendly, sweet, funny and completely irrelevant to Bucky's life. Bucky was determined to ignore him, but Steve had a life of his own - and he was determined to have Bucky in it.

Words: 2649, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Conundrum Of Love

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winnifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabe Jones, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Sam Sawyer, Percival "Pinky" Pinkerton, Jonathan "Junior" Juniper, Sarah Rogers, Joseph Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Valkyrie (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Alexander Pierce, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Maria Hill, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Russian Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Oblivious Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Joseph Rogers Can Suck My Dick, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, drug overdose, Minor Character Death, POV Bucky Barnes, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Implied Sexual Content, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Watch As I Abuse The Shit Out Of Google Translate, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Gay Sam Wilson, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Minor Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Musician Steve Rogers, Artist Bucky Barnes, Background Relationships, Vodka, Bullying, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Loss of Parent(s), Use of Hateful Slurs, I Love Sharon Carter But She's A Bitch In This, References To Josef Stalin Controlling Life

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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ficthis · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winnifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabe Jones, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Sam Sawyer, Percival "Pinky" Pinkerton, Jonathan "Junior" Juniper, Sarah Rogers, Joseph Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Valkyrie (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Alexander Pierce, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Maria Hill, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Russian Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Oblivious Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Joseph Rogers Can Suck My Dick, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, drug overdose, Minor Character Death, POV Bucky Barnes, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Implied Sexual Content, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Watch As I Abuse The Shit Out Of Google Translate, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Gay Sam Wilson, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Minor Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Musician Steve Rogers, Artist Bucky Barnes, Background Relationships, Vodka, Bullying, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Loss of Parent(s), Use of Hateful Slurs, I Love Sharon Carter But She's A Bitch In This, References To Josef Stalin Controlling Life Series: Part 1 of The Conundrum Of Love Summary:

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fanfic rec

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 5 years ago

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The Conundrum of Love

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ip4FJr

by this_wayward_life

Words: 2649, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Conundrum Of Love

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ip4FJr

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 7 years ago

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War of Attrition: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. Steve wakes up the 21st Century. He tries his best to adjust. Warnings: Swearing (always), talk of death Word Count: ~4,312 A/N: English is back to normal quotes. Russian and other languages (when they eventually show up again) will be in quotes and italics.

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

Next Chapter

Steve’s POV

2012 - New York, New York. United States of America

Steve supposed he should be happy. He was alive, after all. He’d survived an alien invasion... and seventy years on ice.

By all accounts, he was lucky.

Fortunate, even.

But the more he walked around New York, the less he recognized it. The neighborhood he’d grown up in was almost unrecognizable. The building he technically owned thanks to (Y/N) and Bucky’s gift all those years ago- the building he’d lived in for years- had been torn down and replaced decades ago in an attempt to fix the structural unsoundness of the growing cityscape. It was a hideous design Steve had learned to recognize as being from the 70′s.

As a show of good will, Tony (he couldn’t call him “Stark,” not in his head. Howard would always be “Stark.”) had hired some lawyers and gotten the current owners of the building to settle and give Steve a check that had his eyes widening so much Tony actually seemed concerned they’d pop out of his head. Steve had wordlessly handed the check back to him and told him to donate it to charity or something.

Tony had deposited half into Steve’s bank account and given the other half to various charities, all approved of by Steve first.

Steve didn’t check his bank account. Between that disgustingly huge check and the back pay from technically never leaving the army, Steve had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Considering he grew up the poor son of a single mother (and an immigrant, at that), Steve had no idea what to do with all of the money he suddenly found in his possession. He probably couldn’t spend it all if he tried. Inflation still messed with his head, though. He still picked pennies up out of habit, constantly forgetting they were essentially worthless now.

The technology was the worst, though. They’d tried to give him a “cell phone” but he’d given up on trying to use it beyond pressing the green button when someone called him and plugging it into the outlet on the wall to charge at night. He hadn’t had a telephone back in the 40′s. His building didn’t even have one, old as it was. He’d had to go to the lobby of the building next to his to make a call, not that he usually needed to. The only people he really talked to back then were his ma and Bucky and he was inside so often due to his health that his mother was never far and Bucky had no trouble finding him.

Computers were a different beast altogether but he’d grudgingly forced himself to learn how to use one. This, at least, had a keyboard that reminded him of a typewriter. With a little help from Natasha (he refused to ask Tony for help. The man’s techno-babble just confused Steve more) he learned how to “surf the internet”. He spent more time on Wikipedia than any other sight, but found himself on Youtube fairly often, too. The internet, at least, was helpful in learning just about anything Steve had questions about.

A video played on the screen; old propaganda videos of Steve running around the battlefield, searching bombed-out towns, and talking to important people that he remembered really disliking. It was stupid. All of it was stupid.

It was war. It wasn’t anything like this narrator made it sound. He was scared a lot. Sometimes for other people, sometimes for himself. He saw an innumerable measure of people get hurt.

Hurt his fair share himself.

He clicked the laptop off and stared at his own reflection off the screen in the dim morning light. The sudden silence did little to calm his thoughts, though the sounds of the city waking up outside was familiar, at least.

He finally looked at the file on the table, trepidation gathering low in his gut. He hadn’t looked at it yet, too afraid of what he might find. He flicked it open before he could stop himself again, heart immediately clenching painfully at the first page on the small pile.

James Morita. Deceased.

It only got worse.

James Montgomery Falsworth. Deceased.

Gabriel Jones. Deceased.

Jacques Dernier. Deceased.

Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader Dugan. Deceased.

Steve swallowed past the lump in his throat. He’d expected as much. He’d gotten a few letters from Dum Dum and Gabe’s family, but none from the people themselves. He was sure they’d have contacted him by now if they knew he was alive.

And everyone knew he was alive.

He was all over the news with the other “Avengers” (as people had started calling them). Not a single soul around the world didn’t know he was back.

He knew they were dead, but seeing it written plain as day on paper in bright red ink was something else entirely.

He wanted to stop and shove the papers back into the folder, but the next sheet below Dum Dum’s caught his eye.

Margaret Carter.

Steve hardly dared to breathe as he took in the next words.

Retired.

He scanned the page quickly.

Alive. Living in the UK. Safe.

A telephone number was listed, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to dial it. He stared at the phone despondently. It blinked back at him mockingly. She had a whole life without him. What right did he have to come bumbling into it now? He never got that dance but he was sure he still had two left feet anyway, new body be damned.

He wondered if she might have (Y/N) and Bucky’s things. He couldn’t imagine her letting anyone take them. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d kept (Y/N)’s designs hidden from anyone and everyone.

He set her paper down and picked up the next one on the pile, heart dropping again.

Howard Stark. Deceased.

Steve added Stark’s to the pile and was surprised to see another beneath it. It was on glossy new paper, obviously unlike the others even at a glance.

Anthony Stark. Alive. Active- Adviser.

Steve set the page back down away from the rest and stared at it, his recent adventure flashing through his mind.

The world may not see the man underneath the stars and stripes anymore (if they ever did to begin with), but it seemed like they still needed the hero. He bickered with Tony and the others, but they also fought tooth and nail and put their lives on the line to save the world. They were odd enough in their own ways that Steve didn’t feel completely out of place.

Peggy was still here, too. He’d talk to her soon, just... not today.

He had to find a way to live in this new world.

The crush of people on the busy streets was familiar, even if all the technology and lack of politeness wasn’t.

Then again, maybe that wasn’t so different, either.

But the stalls sold things Steve couldn’t recognize. There were lots of wires and stacks of phones that Steve was fairly sure were at least partially illegal in some way. People had their noses buried in phones instead of newspapers and magazines. Cars inside buildings looked even more futuristic than the flying car Howard had shown off at the Stark Expo back in ‘41. He’d been inside a few by now and had to admit they were nice, but he’d still stick to his old motorcycle, thank you very much. Apparently a museum had Patriot on display, so he settled for a nice “old” Harley.

Still didn’t ride as nice as Patriot did, though.

Eventually he found his way to a coffee shop. This had been a cafe, too, back in the day, but it had obviously changed hands a few times over since he saw it last. He pulled his notebook and pen out of his pocket and began sketching, trying to capture the new, unfamiliar skyline of the city he grew up in.

“Waiting on the big guy?”

Steve glanced up from his sketch at the waitress, squinting a little bit against the sun. “Ma’am?” he asked, confused. Did she mean the president? Was she an agent? Was he supposed to meet someone here?

“Iron Man. Lotta people eat here just to see ‘im fly by,” she said, gesturing to the skyline behind her.

Steve stared at the building behind her, his gaze turning flat. “Right.” It took him a second to realize she was smiling at him and he leaned forward and grabbed his wallet out of his pocket. “Maybe another time.” He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and he didn’t know if he could handle talking to someone right now, especially a pretty da- lovely woman.

“Table’s yours as long as you like. Nobody’s waiting on it,” she said with a conspiratory wink as she refilled his coffee. “Plus we’ve got free wireless,” she said as she walked away.

Steve frowned. “Radio?”

She smiled at him over her shoulder as though he’d told a funny joke and returned to tending the other customers.

“Ask for her number, you moron,” said one of the older men sitting at the table next to his. It was startling to think Steve was probably older than him.

Oh. Wireless. The internet. Right.

Steve got up a few minutes later. He didn’t ask for her number.

The train ride back to his place was quiet. The more he looked at people the more he realized he still didn’t dress quite right for the time. He looked out the window, but that didn’t help much, either. All he saw was the strange skyline and cars and signs that he didn’t recognize.

Loki may have been a calculating, evil megalomaniac, but he had one thing right: Steve was a man out of time.

2014 - Washington DC, United States of America

Steve walked slowly through the Smithsonian exhibit. It was weird seeing his face stretched ten feet high on the wall. Hell, it was weird that there was an exhibit for him at all. The bonds tour back in ‘41-’43 had been one thing, but this was something else entirely. His entire life as Captain America was on display for the world to see.

Steve Rogers wasn’t who all these people came to see. Not really. For the last seventy years he was a character on the screen or in a comic book, not a flesh and blood person. Steve didn’t regret joining the army or participating in Erskine’s experiment, but ever since he got his new body, all people saw was the hero Captain America, not the man Steve Rogers.

Although Steve thought he was pretty dang heroic before the serum, even if Bucky did have to fish him out of fights on occasion.

Bucky.

Steve bit back a sigh and focused back on the present, though that was difficult when memorabilia of the past surrounded him almost to the point of being suffocating.

“A symbol to the nation. A hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery, and sacrifice.”

The voice came out of speakers in the ceiling, dramatic and inspiring, even as Steve rolled his eyes at the words.

He could imagine (Y/N) teasing him. “Brave? As if. You’re just too dumb not to run away from a fight, huh, Buck?”

Their faces were plastered on the wall next to his and the other Howling Commandos. “You got that right, Doll. Did I tell you about the one time he picked a fight with the Ghulie brothers two doors down? He was eight and they were eleven! Got the snot kicked out of him. Had to patch him up before his ma came home and chewed us both out.”

He frowned and pulled the baseball cap lower over his eyes. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea.

“Denied enlistment due to poor health, Steven Rogers was chosen for a program unique in the annals of American warfare. One that would transform him into the world’s first super soldier.”

There were long display screens showing the physical difference between him before and after the serum, including some pretty embarrassing photos of him at camp Lehigh. Just next to those were pictures of the science team that worked on project Rebirth, Howard, Abraham, and (Y/N) beaming proudly in the front row. It was taken the morning of the experiment. It only felt like a few years ago, but nearly everyone in that photo was dead now.

He’d watched Abraham and (Y/N) die himself.

No, he’d let them die.

The crowd pushed him along. Mothers with yelling children didn’t have time for his brooding. Life marched on.

He walked past Patriot, Moxie, and Valor all side by side in glass cases. Apparently Moxie’s engine had been removed and replaced with a lookalike; it was years ahead of other electric engines so Stark and Peggy had removed it and kept it hidden away for safekeeping. Patriot was as large and imposing as ever, dwarfing Moxie by comparison. Valor looked as graceful and dangerous as he remembered, all classic curves and streamlined upgrades.

The huge mural with him and the Commandos drew his attention, though, and he found himself walking towards it even though he hadn’t told his feet to move.

Their gear was placed carefully on manikins and Steve wondered briefly if they shouldn’t be behind glass or something. His eyes drifted to (Y/N) and Bucky’s gear of their own accord. It wasn’t her original suit, obviously. Chances were that was Bucky’s spare coat, but the suit on the manikin representing her was guaranteed to be a fake. She trashed all her earlier prototypes and she’d fallen in the real one. Still, it was pretty convincing even to Steve’s trained eye. Howard probably helped make it before he died; he knew the design the best out of everyone besides (Y/N).

Dum Dum’s ridiculous bowler hat and Falsworth’s bright red beret nearly made Steve smile, his lips twitching up in a weird aborted motion before falling back down into a grimace.

He turned away from the haunting faceless manikins and perused the small side room full of (Y/N)’s inventions, smiling when he remembered a specific incident surrounding a gizmo or gadget.

More than once he thought about the way Coulson would fawn over the gadgets and the stories behind them if he were here. While he’d been mighty proud of his vintage card collection (”I just obtained a mint of Lady Liberty! They only printed a few hundred of her, you know!”), Steve knew the man would do just about anything to get his hands on (Y/N)’s inventions. She’d created nearly all of the Commando’s gear, after all. It was easy to sometimes take her genius for granted back then. Even though it was war, Steve never actually thought she’d die. She always seemed so indomitable, like Peggy.

Like Bucky.

Steve was moping again. He knew it. He’d been staring at the same wristwatch walky-talky for at least ten minutes, lost in his own head.

“-They earned their stripes, taking down Hydra: The Nazi rogue science division.”

The narrator’s voice floated through the door as more people came in the smaller room and Steve made a hasty retreat, not wanting to chance being spotted because he was in such tight quarters.

He felt a little more at ease in the large room...

Until his eyes fell on the memorials.

He walked towards it with a sense of determination he wasn’t sure he really felt.

“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) met Steven Rogers when working on the program that would turn Rogers into the super soldier we know him as today and stayed friends with him ever since.

After being rescued by Steven Rogers, (Y/L/N) and Barnes fell in love and married one another while in Europe fighting Hydra, though their union was short-lived.

The Barneses were the only Howling Commandos to give their lives in service of their country.”

It seemed wrong to have their entire lives summarized in two paragraphs on a piece of etched glass. Their faces looked noble and so, so human and familiar that Steve couldn’t do anything but stare for a few long minutes.

“The Fallen Comrades” it read in huge script at the top. The left side was (Y/N)’s short biography, the right reserved for Bucky’s. The center was an etched carving of the two of them as they were on their wedding day, dressed as nicely as they could be, considering they were in the middle of war-torn Europe.

“James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes and (Y/N) (Y/M/N) “Lady Liberty” Barnes”

“When Bucky Barnes first met Steve Rogers on the playgrounds of Brooklyn, little did he know that he was forging a bond that would take him to the battlefields of Europe and beyond.”

Steve stared at that little snippet for much too long, mind flashing back to 1920′s Brooklyn, skinned elbows, bullies twice Steve’s size, and a knobby-kneed Bucky that hadn’t yet managed to grow into his big feet.

His gaze flicked to her side of the memorial, flashes of Camp Lehigh dancing behind his eyes.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) met Steve Rogers while he was being evaluated for the super soldier program. She supported him from day one, not knowing that he’d one day save her life and lead her to her future husband, one James Buchanan Barnes.”

His eyes trailed back to Bucky’s side, his heart numb with loss at this point. He couldn’t stop reading if he tried.

“Born in 1917, James Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom, Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation, and torture. But his will was strong. It was also during this time that he met his future wife (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and often protected her from the horrors their Hydra captors inflicted upon them. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend Steve Rogers, now Captain America. Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, the Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater. -Bucky Barnes- 1917-1944″

He turned back to her side, his heart heavy and his mind sluggish.

“Born in 1916, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was orphaned at a young age. What would have broken lesser people, though, only fueled (Y/N)’s determination to succeed. It was through sheer force of will that she became one of the brightest minds of her time. She’s now recognized widely to have been a key factor to the Super Soldier Program and equal to Howard Stark in technological advancement. She worked closely with Doctor Abraham Erskine and Howard Stark to bring Erskine’s work to life in the form of one Steven Rogers, Captain America. The universe has a strange sense of humor, though. She was kidnapped along with the men of the 107th. In nothing short of a miracle, she met her future husband, Bucky Barnes, while imprisoned. With both of his friends in enemy clutches, it was no surprise that Steve Rogers liberated the base, saving them both. She joined Barnes and Rogers and the other Howling Commandos on the front, often providing technical support, weaponry, and combat advice for the team. She was the only female member of the Howling Commandos and was never officially a member of the American Army, though she received full honors regardless. -(Y/N) Barnes- 1916-1944“

It was more than most people got, he supposed.

You had empty graves, though. Steve wondered if Peggy had (Y/N)’s flag, or if it had gone home to the Barnes household. Steve liked the thought of that. Of (Y/N) having a family that loved her even though they never met her. Knowing Bucky’s Ma Winifred, it wouldn’t surprise him at all if the Barnes Matriarch had demanded her daughter-in-law’s flag and kept it next to her son’s at all times.

Steve had visited the graves once, and only once. There weren’t bodies there, but the sight of your names engraved on bleak marble had made him sick so he hadn’t gone back again.

He still visited Dum Dum, Gabe, and Jim though when he got a chance. People still left flowers on their graves even though some of the guys had been dead for years now.

He told himself it was all worth it. Hydra had been stopped. The rest of the Commandos (and the rest of the world, for that matter) got to live their lives without the oppressive tyranny of Hydra and the Nazis.

He tore his gaze from the memorials and walked towards the small theater. He sat in the back, not wanting to give anyone a reason to look at him longer than they should.

When Peggy showed up on the screen, he had to bite back a small pained noise. She looked so young like this, even though it was almost 10 years after he’d flown the plane into the ice.

“That was a difficult winter. A blizzard had trapped half our battalion behind the German lines. Steve- Captain Rogers- he fought his way through a Hydra blockade that had pinned our allies down for months. He saved over a thousand men, including the man who would, uh- who would become my husband, as it turned out. Even after he died he was still changing my life.”

Steve stared at the screen long after Peggy had stopped talking. He sat through the old propaganda short movies without really seeing them. It was only when he heard (Y/N)’s voice that he refocused on the present, eyes fixated on the shaky, fuzzy video projected in front of him.

“Is it rolling?” she asked, staring at the person behind the camera.

“I dunno, you built the darn thing,” said a slightly annoyed voice. It wasn’t until he’d heard Bucky speak that he realized he’d almost forgotten what he really sounded like.

(Y/N) smiled cheekily and Steve nearly smiled with her. It was that mischievous smile that meant she was about to crack a joke, often at Bucky’s expense.

Bucky headed that idea off at the pass, though. “Don’t you dare, Doll. You’re on camera and wastin’ time,” said Bucky, still out of frame.

“It’s my machine and my film, I’ll do what I please,” she said somewhat petulantly, holding her hand out to Bucky. There was a small noise that could almost be mistaken for static or wind, but Steve recognized it as a huff of laughter. He came into view a second later and sat down on the couch beside her, grinning broadly despite their almost-bickering. “Say hi,” she ordered good-naturedly.

“Hi Ma, Pa,” Bucky said, ducking his head a bit. He was such a Mama’s boy. “This is my wife, (Y/N).” There was a pause where Bucky obviously didn’t quite know what to say yet and looked to her for support.

She smiled and threaded her fingers in his and Steve was reminded how stupidly in-love they were. “I know this isn’t exactly a normal way of sayin’ hello, but I know you only have pictures of me and I don’t know how long it’ll be ‘til we get back. I wanted to give you something you could watch. I also thought you might like seein’ your son alive and kickin’,” she said, nudging Bucky’s shoulder playfully with hers.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but the effect was slightly ruined by the puppy-love look in his gaze. “And I keep tellin’ her she’s a worrywart. Things are goin’ great out here, promise. Between my girl and Steve, we’ll be home before next Christmas.”

“Steve, Buck, and the rest of the guys just finished clearing out a Hydra base nearby. I know you probably hear it all the time back in the States, but they really are amazin’. They liberated seventy-six prisoners. Wrecked half my gear doin’ it, though,” she said giving Bucky a look that would have been angry if it weren’t for the affection lining her every feature.

Bucky just smiled and kissed the side of her head loudly. “Ah, you don’t mind, Doll. It means you have something to do!” he said cheekily.

She tried and failed to look anything but pleased and turned her attention back to the camera. “I hear you make a delicious Christmas ham, Mrs. Barnes-”

“She told you to call her Mom,” Bucky reminded her gently, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of her hand.

She looked a little embarrassed and glanced away from the screen before sitting up a little straighter, that look of determination Steve knew so well glinting in her eyes. “I hear you make a delicious Christmas ham, Mom. I can’t wait to try it.”

Bucky grinned down at her, threw an arm over her shoulder, and reeled her into his side. “You gotta make enough for Steve now too, though. He eats his weight in food every day. It’s ridiculous.”

“What are you two doing?” He heard his own voice off screen.

She scrambled off the couch and practically vaulted to the recording machine. “GottagoloveyouMomandDadBuckyandIwillseeyousooncan’twaittobehomebye!”

And just like that the video ended. The screen turned black and the next video played, back to the clips of war propaganda, Captain America cartoons, and the occasional recording of Peggy, Howard Stark or Colonel Phillips.

Steve got up wordlessly from his seat in the back, his poor pamphlet crushed to a pulp in his hand.

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nicolamarchette · 3 years ago

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Teenage Surprise

Hearing the huff from Cooper meant that he was ready to go out. Before she could get up she felt a lick on her cheek. “Okay bubba I’m up. I’m up.” She sat up in bed. She didn’t get much sleep. Since her very public fight with her ex she had been on edge and it was a lot more than she had let on. She reached over and turned off her alarm so she wouldn’t wake up Theo. Hearing Cooper whine she threw the covers back and headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll just be two minutes bubba I promise.” She was still half asleep when she went into the bathroom. She sighed as she opened the medicine cabinet. She grabbed her medication and got out what she needed. She filled the glass on the sink with water.

As much as she hated taking her medication she knew that she needed to take it. At times she hated how she felt and this time was no different. She took the pill and then washed it down. She ran her fingers through her dark locks which felt longer than what she remembered. Her hair hadn’t been really long since she had been a teenager. Opening her eyes she looked in the mirror. What was going on? The last thing that she remembered was going to go see a psychic with Theo. They had come home, changed clothes and had fell asleep watching a movie. “Охуе́ть!” (What the fuck) She rarely spoke Russian. There was no way that she could let Theo see her like this or Waverly for that matter.

Looking down she noticed that Theo’s shirt was a lot looser on her than what it should be. This has to have been some nightmare. She could hear Cooper whining at the door. Milo was in Waverly’s room and wouldn’t get up until she did. This couldn’t be happening. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants that were on the side of the tub and slipped them on. As quiet as she could she slipped out of the bathroom. Cooper soon followed her. While she still looked similar to how she looked as an adult being a teen had been somewhat of a nightmare for her. She sighed as she let Cooper out into the yard. This had to be a mistake or something. Nothing weird happened or had it. They had went out for their weekly date night. It was something that they always made a point to do. They had dinner. They had dessert but they hadn’t ordered it. Someone had sent them a dessert to share. Maybe they had something to do with it.

“Honey….is everything okay?” She heard Theo ask. “Yeah.” Her voice sounded different than how it normally did. “Are you sure? You sound a little different.” “Im not feeling good. I let Cooper out and I’m gonna lay on the couch for a little bit. I don’t want to get you sick.” She quickly grabbed a sweatshirt that was on the back of the couch and slipped it on. It definitely swallowed her more than normal. She quickly grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Gabe. “Did you wake up different?” She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. It had been a long time since she had done that. “Different how?” She didn’t want to sound crazy. “Uhmmm well it might sound crazy but I look like I did was like in high school.” She knew that Gabe would either think she was crazy or he would understand. “Nik….are you hungover?” Shaking her head she typed, “No. I had a glass of wine with dinner last night. We had dessert and went to see a psychic. Came home and put on a movie and fell asleep.” “Did you eat any candy?” She had to laugh. “No Giles….I didn’t eat any band candy. It was so weird. We didn’t order dessert. Someone sent us a dessert to share at the restaurant.”

Nicola laid down on the couch. She couldn’t go to the gallery like this and holy fuck she was now a teen mom. She heard Cooper barking which let her know that he wanted in. She got up and let him in. She gave him his treat and he followed her to the couch and laid next to her. Hearing her phone go off she sighed. “Was it a fortune cookie?” “No it wasn’t. I’m not sure what it was.” “So you ate a dessert that some random stranger sent to your table?” “I didn’t want to be rude. I didn’t know that I would wake up as a teenager. All I want is to get this whole situation with Ryan figured out.” “Do you need me to make him disappear?” Nicola had to laugh. “No but I need to make sure that Waverly stays safe.”

Nicola sighed and laid her phone on the table. Cooper got closer to her. She knew that there was no way she could leave the house. She closed her eyes for a few minutes until she felt someone poking her shoulder. “Momma?” She opened her eyes and saw Waverly’s blue ones staring at her. “Yes baby?” “You look like my mom but you don’t sound like her.” Nicola sighed. “Are you sure you are my mom?” Nicola sighed. “Yes it’s me. I promise.” Waverly arched an eyebrow. “Okay if your my mom then tell me something that only me and my mom know.” Nicola ran her fingers through her hair. She looked at Waverly and smiled and then held up her pinky. Waverly giggled and held hers up and then wrapped it around Nicola’s. “Always together.” “Always together.”

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crosbytoews · 7 years ago

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hockey rpf fic rec

this is an assortment of all the hockey rpf i have bookmarked. it is organized by pairing. if any of this is not your thing that’s valid but i don’t wanna hear it

these fics are posted on ao3 and most of them are locked so you will need an ao3 account to access them!

obviously i like everything on here but i bolded the urls of my absolute faves

JAMIE BENN/TYLER SEGUIN

Look at the wonderful mess that we made by sherlockelly

A name-on-wrist soulmate AU where being outed by a same-sex name is still newsworthy if you're in professional sports and is a very real concern for some NHL players. Despite the shifting attitudes, no one in the sport has ever come out publicly.

Tyler has always felt relieved that 'Jamie' could be a male or female name, it makes hiding his sexuality a lot easier. Jamie's not been so lucky.

Door to Door by Ferritin4

"Hey," Jamie says, pounding on the door. "Hey, open up!"

The dogs shut up.

"Hi, shit, sorry," says the stupidly fucking gorgeous man who opens the door in a tank top and boxers. "Shit, were the dogs loud? They get really excited when I come home."

"It’s three in the morning," Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —

"I work two jobs. I’m Tyler," Tyler says, extending his hand. "Do you want to come in?"

Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

Stating the Obvious by StormDancer

In which Tyler transfers to Dallas, makes some friends, and has emotions, none of which he's prepared to deal with.

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

King and Lionheart by thehoyden

Sidney’s wedding day doesn’t go quite as he’d planned. When he’d bothered to imagine it at all, he’d thought of a nice June wedding in Nova Scotia, outdoors with the sun streaming down. He hadn’t imagined this hurried affair on the tarmac on a rainy and unseasonably cool day in early September, a month after his twenty-fifth birthday.

And Never Been Kissed by thehoyden

Sid didn’t introduce himself in the hallway, and he certainly doesn’t assume that people know who he is. So it would only be polite to thank Malkin again, this time more personally.

He could write him a letter. An email? No, a letter.

There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe by Shoshanah-ben-hohim

Amidst rising political tensions between Russia and NATO countries, the KHL and NHL failed to renew their labor agreement this summer. Due to the failed agreement and intense political pressure at home, the Russian NHL players do not return to the NHL.

By March, Geno has played almost a season in Russia, and accepts this is his new reality, no matter how much he misses Sid – until he finds the first child. This sets him and everyone he involves down a dangerous path of international intrigue.

Auston Matthews/Mitch Marner

as long as it's about me by Anonymous

It takes about the length of their first practice for Toronto media to decide that him and Mitch are best friends. And, like, Auston’s been warned about the press in the city a million times, so he gets it. They want a story. He’d be fine with it, honestly, except for the small issue that Mitch Marner is the most annoying person on the entire planet.

I Never Thought He Wouldn't by MycroftexMachina

Mitch loves people. And usually people love him back. Usually.

we've got each other (and that's a lot) by LottieAnna

“I’m gonna be a groomsman,” Mitch says, then flops dramatically into the chair across from Auston, grabs Auston’s glass of whiskey, and takes a long sip. It burns as it goes down, and he makes a face. “Again.”

JONATHAN TOEWS/PATRICK KANE

don't taze me, bro by staraflur

He doesn’t think Zeus is supposed to have a sword, but their Zeus does. So now Jonny does, because of course he’s in charge. He looks, Patrick is drunk enough to acknowledge, far better than anyone has a right to in a grody old Halloween costume that’s probably soaked up the butt sweat of dozens, if not hundreds, of Theta-presidents past. Jonny wears it, Patrick gets the sword. Win-win.

AKA that time there was a frat AU (of course).

Same Time, Same Place by brutti_ma_buoni

It should be a one-off, an awkward airport first meeting that goes nowhere. But this one goes somewhere. Back to Jonny's, for a start.

It shouldn't go any further, a one-nighter with no strings, and plenty of reasons for Patrick not to go back there. But Patrick won't let it go.

It should be a disaster, a mismatch, a scandal, a shoddy secret regret. But... maybe not?

bring it if you really want it by staraflur

It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:

America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

Call Me Royal Blue by cupstealer

He’s always gotten his kicks giving Jonny shit, but never like this. He feels like the first person to combine ice cream and soda—A) in that he has combined two amazing things to make a more amazing thing, and B) in that Jonny is not having it.

Patrick and Jonny haven't been close friends in six years. Nothing a little friendly competition can't fix.

Random Pairings

Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal

If Heaven’s Hypothetical by impertinence and shoemaster

Jeff runs away from Toronto and finds himself homeless in Raleigh, where he accidentally starts serving eggs to Eric Staal.

Andrew Ladd/Ryan Kesler

Nothing Worth Knowing by beatperfume and shoemaster

Ryan Kesler hates Andrew Ladd on sight. College AU.

Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog

A Month of Sundays by Kelfin

Unlike some guys, who freak out when things get even a little bit gay, Erik is fine with this stuff. Erik's not even fazed when Gabe's attempts at flirting with him start to get semi-public, a fact that, by his own judgment, makes him at least five to seven times more tolerant than your average forward-thinking American.

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

The Battle of Pennsylvania by Robinjay

When they play at Worlds together, Claude Giroux firmly expects a fight to break out. At the very least, he expects derogatory remarks and barely contained fury. Instead of doing any of those things, Sidney Crosby just stares and Claude Giroux loses his damn mind.

In Hours Uncounted by remiges

Claude's grandparents take him to get his first name when he's ten—younger than most people start, but older than his grandparents when they'd had theirs done. His grandmother's skin is threaded red and gold with names, and Claude wants that, wants that sort of history for his own.

Sidney Crosby/Tyler Seguin

All New Kinds of Weather by concinnity and Pennyplainknits

Sidney Crosby, Tyler realizes, has just asked him about hooking up. Sidney fucking Crosby. Tyler blinks at Sid and takes a long drink of water. He has possibly never been as grateful for his slutty reputation as he is in this moment. Because, out of a whole room at least 30% of which would happily give Sid what he’d just, hesitantly, asked for, Sid chose him.

Also there are pancakes.

Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher

ain't never had a love like mine by bluejayys

Anna installs Grindr on his phone while he drives them back to his place, snickering as she fills out his profile.

“In your About Me section I said that you enjoy hockey, can speak three languages, and have been commended by fans for your excellent stick handling,” she says gleefully. Alex wonders when this became his life.

Brent Seabrook/Duncan Keith

Summerboys by stlkrchck

Brent Seabrook has no interest in working at Camp Quaquanantuck the summer before university. Unfortunately, his mom's signed him up, and he has to go. But between a cabin full of campers obsessed with Lady Gaga, a prank war with two other cabins, and his co-counselor Duncan Keith, Brent might just find himself enjoying the summer after all.

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog

Left-Handed Kisses by oflights

The one where Tyson's fooling around with Gabe, already way out of his league, and then finds out he's apparently fooling around with a prince. And he might be a little bit in love with him. It's pretty brutal.

#hockey rpf #fic rec #i made most of this one handed because my cat is in the way but please let me know if i fucked up with the links

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xfilesseason11spoilers · 7 years ago

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X-Files Season 11 Spoilers Index

** Last updated: March 21, 2018, 16:30 GMT**

WARNING: This post contains all the spoilers about the upcoming season of “The X-Files” (11th); proceed at your own risk. The post will be updated with the newest info as soon as they are confirmed.

Season 11 will consist of “eight standalone episodes, and two mythology episodes.” (X)

Promotional Videos / Cast Chats

NY Comic-Con Official Trailer - Link#2 - Hungarian - Italian - Spanish - Russian

Help Without Trust

Nothing hurts like the truth

Season 10 Cliffhanger

The Mulder and Scully relationship

We Need Your Help, Even If We Don't Trust You

Promo #7 - LQ - HQ

Unwrapping The X-Files: Retro Chemistry

Promo 9 - What To Expect This Season

Instagram sponsored post

Declassified: The End Of The World

Show & Not Tell: Gillian Anderson

Visions Of The Future

SPOILER ALERT

MID-SEASON TRAILER

END-SEASON TRAILER

Cast Promotional Photos: SpoilerTV Season 11 Poster: SpoilerTV First look pictures: http://www.denofgeek.com/us/tv/the-x-files/257640/x-files-season-11-release-date-trailer-cast-story-details-more

‘1 month’ Countdown Poster: https://twitter.com/thexfiles/status/936988343136526338

Episode 11x01 Title: “My Struggle III” Airdate: January 3, 2018 Written & Directed by: Chris Carter Synopsys: Picking up after the last event series' cliffhanger, Mulder and Scully learn that they aren't the only ones desperately searching for their long-lost son, William. The very fate of the world may depend on it. (X) Promo pictures: xfilesbtvs , xfilesnews , SpolierTV Sneak Peeks: Scully Can't Find Her Son Featurette: Visions Of The Future Cast Info:

Recurring cast: Mitch Pilleggi, Annabeth Gish, William B. Davis, Chris Owens, Lauren Ambrose, Robbie Amell

Guest stars: Barbara Hershey (as Erika Price), Jeremy Schuetze (as Young Cigarette Smoking Man), AC Peterson (as Mr Y), Jett Klyne (Young Jeffrey Spender) (X) (X), Anjali Jay (Dr. Joyet)

Additional info about this episode:

Scully is involved in a car crash (Link to the video): this scene was filmed on August 17

episode one delves into the Cigarette Smoking Man’s (William B. Davis) backstory and apparent family ties to Mulder (X)

“We start the season right up from where the season finale left off with that big helicopter and takes you right from there,” David Madden (Fox entertainment chairman) says. “You’ll be launched into a very urgent adventure that has a lot to do with William — Mulder and Scully’s kid. (X)

Barbara Hershey will play Erika Price, a powerful figure who represents a mysterious organization. (X)

Barbara Hershey will have a recurring role in season 11. (X)

Season 11 will also explore the motive behind one of the biggest shockers of last season: loyal ally Agent Reyes (Annabeth Gish) confessing that she’s in league with the Cigarette Smoking Man. (X)

Episode 11x02 Title: “This” (X) Airdate: January 10, 2018 Written & Directed by: Glen Morgan Synopsys: An old friend reaches out to Mulder and Scully in a seemingly impossible way, revealing a chilling secret. (X) Promo pictures: SpoilerTV , xfilesnews Promos: Hungarian Promo Sneak Peeks: Scully & Mulder Wake Up To A Shootout Featurette: The Lone Gunman Cast Info:

Recurring cast: Dean Haglund, Mitch Pileggi

Guest stars:

Additional info about this episode:

“the second hour opens with a time jump to put distance between Mulder and Scully and the events of the premiere” (X)

Glen Morgan tells Den of Geek that one of his episodes is a throwback.“I looked at it like The X-Files does North by Northwest” referencing Alfred Hitchcock’s 1959 thriller in which a milquetoast Cary Grant is mistaken for a government agent by foreign spies, and is pursued across the country. “It’s not a monster-of-the-week, it’s more like a Mulder and Scully on the run type thing.” (X)

Episode 11x03 Title: “Plus One” Airdate: January 17, 2018 Written by: Chris Carter Directed by: Kevin Hooks Synopsys: A spate of deaths, in which the victims were plagued by their own doppelgangers, lead Mulder and Scully to a pair of twins playing a dangerous game. (X) Promo pictures: SpoilerTV Promos: FOX - Link #2 - Australian Promo - Promo #2 - Hungarian Promo - Promo #3 Sneak Peeks: 1 Cast Info:

Recurring cast:

Guest stars: Karin Konoval

Additional info about this episode:

“episode three is a darkly comedic hour, penned by Carter, focusing on doubles and doppelgängers“ (X)

Karin Konoval will play four different roles (2 of which are males) (X)

Episode 11x04 Title: “The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat” (X) Airdate: January 24, 2018 Written & Directed by: Darin Morgan Synopsys: The episode explores “the idea of The Mandela Effect, in which large groups of people remember an alternate history, Mulder and Scully find out how the X-Files themselves may really have originated.” (X) Promo pictures: xfilesnews Promo: FOX - Russian Sneak Peeks: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 Cast Info:

Recurring cast:

Guest stars: Brian Huskey

Additional info about this episode:

Episode 11x05 Title: “Ghouli” (X) Airdate: January 31, 2018 Written & Directed by: James Wong Synopsys: When a pair of teenage girls attack one another, each believing the other to be a monster, Mulder and Scully find that their investigation could possibly lead back to their long-lost son, William. (X) Promo: FOX Promo - Hungarian - Russian - Australian - Australian HQ - Canadian Promo pictures: xfilesnews - Sneak Peeks: #1 - #2 - #3 - #4 - The Mystery Surrounding William Cast Info:

Recurring cast: William B. Davis, Mitch Pileggi

Guest stars: Miles Robbins (Jackson Van De Kamp), Robyn Bradley (Mrs. Van de Kamp), Troy Anthony Young (Mr. Van De Kamp), Chanelle Peloso (Emily Van De Kamp), Madeleine Arthur (Sarah Turner), Louis Ferreira (Detective Costa), Sarah Jeffery (Brianna Stapleton), Mackenzie Murdock (Gas Station Attendant), Sunita Prasad (Dr. Aliyeh Scholz), Zak Santiago (Mr. Green), Austin Dunn [he is listed as Miles Robbins’s double in episodes #5-8-10]

Additional info about this episode:

“Speaking to IGN at NYCC, Anderson said William will have an "elusive" relationship with his parents, showing up by the fifth episode.” (X)

“Anderson told me the actor “looks like a normal kid” and Duchovny offered this cryptic tease when I asked him which of his parents William most resembles: “He resembles two people that aren’t Mulder and Scully. And when you read this back [after watching the episodes] you’ll figure this out.” (X)

“Anderson tells TV Guide that the search for William will bring Mulder and Scully "closer together," although she acknowledges that Scully is much more passionate about finding him. But while Mulder isn't as invested in finding his son, he remains devoted to being a much-needed support system for Scully throughout this trying mission.” (X)

Episode 11x06 Title: Kitten Airdate: February 7, 2018 Written by: Gabe Rotter Directed by: Carol Banker Synopsys: Skinner goes AWOL when his past comes back to haunt him. As Mulder and Scully try to track him down, their growing mistrust of him reaches its apex (X) Promo pictures: SpoilerTV - xfilesnews Promo: FOX - Russian Sneak Peeks: Cast Info:

Recurring cast: Mitch Pilleggi, James Pickens Jr. (as Alvin Kersh)

Guest stars: Haley Joel Osment

Additional info about this episode:

“You’re going to find out a lot more about his past,” Mitch Pilleggi told Ausiello just before taking the stage. “Fans will find out who he is, where he comes from and why he is the way he is.” Pileggi promises that the installment — Season 11’s sixth (out of 10) — will reveal his cranky FBI boss to be much more than just a guy “who sits in the office bitching at Scully and Mulder,” adding, “Ultimately, he is their champion.” (X)

“there is some speculation that Osment might be joining the X-Files cast as the younger version of Skinner himself. Especially considering what series’ creator Chris Carter had to say after The X-Files Season 11 trailer was released at New York Comic-Con on October 8.At the NYCC panel, Carter revealed the backstory episode will feature Skinner as a young man, and now TVLine ventures a guess the role could go to Osment. At the same time, Empire Online has his character pegged as a possible relative of Skinner’s.” (X)

“I’m so excited because in previous episodes in the original run of the show, you had one episode where Mulder was trying to resign, you had Skinner talking about his experience with the paranormal in Vietnam," Pileggi explained. "They go there. So it’s really cool. I’m very excited about it, I just read the script and it’s really cool.” (X)

“We learn more about Skinner and more about his connections to Mulder and Scully and how he’s been a loyal advocate of theirs at his own expense.” (X)

Episode 11x07 Title: Rm9sbG93ZXJz Airdate: February 28, 2018 Written by: Kristen Cloke, Shannon Hamblin Directed by: Glen Morgan Synopsys: In a world of ever-increasing automation and artificial intelligence, Mulder (David Duchovny) and Scully (Gillian Anderson) find themselves targets in a deadly game of cat and mouse. Promos: FOX - Promo #2 - Hungarian - Russian Promo pictures: XFiles news - SpoilerTV Sneak Peeks: #1 - #2 Additional info about this episode:

Episode 7 sounds like a winner, and we mean “sounds” figuratively because it seems like there won’t be much sound to hear in it at all.“It probably has 15, 20 lines of dialogue in the whole episode,” Duchovny said. “It was really a ballsy move on everybody’s part. I think putting up an hour of television on a network that has maybe 20 lines in it and still be riveting, I’m sure not all of us believed it. It’s one of our more special episodes that we’ve done in a long time.”Anderson said [...] “It’s really interesting as an actor to work on something that has no dialogue, because you don’t want to end up miming what you would say were you to have dialogue,” (X)

Episode 11x08 Title: Familiar (X) Airdate: March 7, 2018 Written by: Benjamin Van Allen Directed by: Holly Dale (X) Synopsys: Mulder and Scully investigate the brutal animal attack of a little boy in Connecticut while suspecting darker forces are at play. Promo: FOX Promo pictures: XFiles News, SpoilerTV Sneak Peeks: #1 - #2 - #3 Cast Info:

Guest stars: Alex Carter (Chief Strong), Jason Gray-Stanford (Officer Eggers), Erin Chambers (Anna Strong), Sharon Taylor (Diana Eggers), Roger Cross (Officer Wentworth), Sebastian Billingsley-Rodriguez (Andrew Eggers), Michael Q. Adams (Pastor), Emma Oliver (Emily Strong)

Additional info about this episode:

Episode 11x09 Title: Nothing Lasts Forever Airdate: March 14, 2018 Written by: Karen Nielsen Directed by: James Wong Synopsys: While investigating human organ theft, Mulder and Scully uncover a mysterious cult consumed with macabre rituals. Promo pictures: SpoilerTV Promo: FOX - Hungarian Sneak Peeks: #1 - #2 Cast Info:

Guest stars: Carlena Britch (Juliet 'La Avispa' Bocanegra), Guy Fauchon (Dr. Dave), Aidan Kahn (Agent Colquitt), Albert Nicholas (Agent Bludworth), Austin Dunn [he is listed as Miles Robbins’s double in episodes #5-9-10]

Additional info about this episode:Glen Morgan and James Wong, who penned the classic hour “Home,” are writing the eighth installment, which is “similarly messed up” in tone. (X)

Episode 11x10 Title: My Struggle IV Airdate: March 21, 2018 Written & Directed by: Chris Carter Synopsys: Mulder and Scully rush to find an on-the-run William (guest star Miles Robbins) while the Cigarette Smoking Man (guest star William B. Davis) pushes forward with his ultimate plan. Unconfirmed spoilers from Reddit (⚠️ Very detailed!): Here Promo pictures: XFilesNews Promo: End-Season Trailer - FOX promo - Russian - Hungarian (LQ) - Revised Trailer Sneak Peeks: #1 - #2 - #3 Cast Info:

Recurring cast: Mitch Pilleggi, Annabeth Gish, William B. Davis, Miles Robbins, Barbara Hershey (as Erika Price), Joel McHale (X)

Guest stars: Sarah Jeffery (Brianna Stapleton) and Madeleine Arthur (Sarah Turner) [they are both listed to appear in episode 5, too], Bentley Hixson (William 5 years old) Austin Dunn (William 15 years old) [he is also listed as Miles Robbins’s double in episodes #5-8-10]

Additional info about this episode:

“Episode 10 is William’s struggle.” (X)

The episode will most probably end on a cliffhanger (X)

The episode ends on a cliffhanger. [...] expect deaths.Emphasis on plural. (X)

He also reveals that the final minutes of the episode will leave viewers stunned, teasing, “I'm calling this one of the biggest cliffhangers we've ever had.” (X)

A Family Affair…Also in the episode, David Duchovny’s daughter West makes her acting debut. Carter says, “It was the first time I ever worked with her because it was the first time she'd ever worked; this was her screen debut. She came in, she was poised, she was prepared. She also made it her own; she came in with, you know, some attitude and that attitude was also a part of the character. She had worked on it hard.” Keep your eyes peeled for the young actress as "Maddy." (X)

That’s all I guess. If you find that something is missing, please PM me. Thank you!

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dabbledrabbleprose · 7 years ago

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A Dragon Without Teeth

Genji gets some disagreeable news and overreacts, leaving Gabe as the only one to put him back in line. Or: sometimes showing love is beating the shit out of your idiot Blackwatch kids before they do something irreparably stupid.

Notes: This fic is inspired by this comic by @flaming-starfish

Read on AO3!

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“Boss, you’re gonna want to get down here.”

Gabriel rolled over and fumbled for the clock. 04:36. Goddamn. Three hours of sleep was not going to be enough for the shit he had to get done today. He grabbed the little communicator from off his bedside dresser and put it in his ear.

“McCree,” he growled, voice low and rough with sleep. “If you don’t have a good reason for interrupting my beauty sleep, I am going to spend all day tomorrow finding creative ways to make you wish you’d never been born.”

He expected banter, sass, or any of the usual attitude McCree gave him, but it didn’t come.

“Genji found out about the Hanamura update,” McCree said, dead serious.

Shit.

Gabe kicked the covers off and launched himself out of bed, stuffed his feet into a pair of boots, snatched his beanie from off the dresser, and headed for the door, not wasting any time to change into anything more formal than the black sweatpants and the standard issue white tank top with Overwatch logo he was already wearing. He paused to look at the dual shotguns resting in their cases beside the door.

“How bad, McCree?”

“Bad.”

He grabbed one of the shotguns and headed out.

“Where is he?” Gabe asked, storming down the halls, keeping an eye out for anyone else still up at this hour. This was his problem to deal with, not Overwatch’s. Someone else getting in the way would only complicate things.

“Dunno, Boss. He knocked me on my ass and disappeared.”

“Commander Reyes,” Athena’s synthetic voice chirped to life on the communicator. “Agent Shimada is requesting access to Transport Hangar B.”

“Denied,” Gabe replied sharply, changing direction and heading for the transport hangar bays. There was a brief pause before Athena spoke up again.

“Agent Shimada is attempting to override my security protocols.”

“Well, don’t let him,” Gabe growled. “Lock down all transports, security clearance BW01. Agent Shimada doesn’t get to leave the compound until he’s dealt with me.”

“Yes, Commander.” Another pause. “Agent Shimada has elected to enter the hangar via the rooftop ventilation system.”

Of course he has. Fucking ninjas.

“Well, he can’t hotwire a jet. Keep all transports grounded, Athena.”

“Yes, Commander Reyes.”

Gabe cursed under his breath the whole way to the hangar, his vulgarity only intensifying as he got outside and the winter cold hit him like a brick wall. Goddammit. Fucking Shimada. Fucking January in fucking Zurich. Fucking Jack who had kept him up all goddamn night with yet another shitty argument. Fucking snow! God, growing up in Los Angeles hadn’t done him any favors when it came to temperatures that dropped below what a palm tree could handle.

The hangar was dark and quiet when Gabe finally reached it, which didn’t surprise him. Ninjas didn’t flick all the lights on when they were trying to steal a plane. He punched in his key code and submitted his bioprint, which overrode Athena’s lock, and stepped inside, the door hissing closed behind him. The hangar was a massive rectangular building, large enough to hold five of the mid-size aircraft Overwatch liked to use, though he could only make out outlines of three jets currently stored. The rest of the hangar was dark and featureless, though the moonlight and outdoor security lights steaming in through the high windows was enough to see by. It was also heated, thank God. Goddamn, winter was the absolute worst.

He’d only taken two steps when the feather-light touch of a blade against his throat stopped him.

Fucking ninjas.

“Drop your gun,” Genji’s mechanized voice hissed from behind Gabe’s left ear.

“I’m going to give you a chance to think really hard about what you’re doing and back off,” Gabe growled. “We can both pretend that you didn’t just massively fuck up and go about business as usual.”

The wakizashi pressed tighter against his throat, and if Gabe had so much as swallowed too hard, it would have split skin. “Drop. Your. Gun.”

Gabe let the shotgun fall to the floor with a clatter and the blade relaxed a fraction, but didn’t leave the skin of his throat.

“Tell me the access codes to unlock the transport.”

“No.”

“Tell me!” Genji snarled.

“Why? So you can fly off to Hanamura and undo everything we’ve done in the last year?”

“You have stopped all Blackwatch missions in Japan! The Shimada Clan still exists! If you are too cowardly to end them, then I will!”

Gabe sighed, his voice somewhere between exasperated and bored. “Are you going to keep jumping to conclusions, or are you going to give me a chance to explain why-”

“NO!” Genji shouted, and Gabe felt a sharp sting as the wakizashi drew blood. “No, I will not hear your manipulative half-truths anymore! I am going to my home and slaughtering the last of the Shimada clan, as I should have done months ago. As we should have done months ago! I will take my revenge upon-”

Gabe snapped his arm back and drove his elbow hard into the exposed circuitry on Genji’s artificial abdomen. The cyborg choked on his own words and his grip faltered just long enough for Gabe to twist out of his grip and put some distance between them. Gabe put a hand to his neck, feeling the wetness there, then looked down at his fingers, able to make out the blood in the moonlight.

“Alright, Shimada,” he said calmly, wiping the blood off on his sweatpants. “You’ve got some balls, drawing blood on your CO. I’m giving you one last chance. Turn around. Walk out that door. Go cool your hot head, go to bed, and we’ll talk in the morning. I’ll sleep with a biotic emitter, and no one will ever need to know what happened here tonight.”

“No,” The red lights on Genji’s cybernetics flared to life. “The access codes, Reyes.”

“That’s Commander Reyes to you, kid.” Gabe took a casual step forward, unarmed.

Genji took a cautious step back and shifted into a defensive stance, wakizashi held out before him. “The access codes, Commander Reyes.”

Gabe continued to slowly advance, his steps slow, calm, easy, and so filled with absolute confidence that Genji, a man literally rebuilt to be a living weapon, still cautiously retreated as Gabe strode toward him.

“No,” Gabe said calmly, then bent to pick up his shotgun.

Genji tensed, his grip on his blade tightening.

“You gonna turn around and leave, Shimada?”

The cyborg’s eyes narrowed and his mechanical right arm hissed, producing three shuriken that slid easily into his fingers. “Not without those access codes. I’m getting to Hanamura, one way or another.”

Gabe let out a long sigh and rested his big shotgun over his shoulder. “Don’t do this, Genji. Stand down.”

“You think you can stop me, Reyes?” He flipped the wakizashi in his scarred left hand, shifting into an attack stance.

“Lower your weapons, boy. Or I’ll finish what your brother started.”

“Bastard!”

Genji hurled the shuriken at Gabe’s chest, all three in a perfect row, one after the other. Gabe dropped the shotgun from his shoulder to block across his chest, and the tiny steel stars bounced harmlessly off. Before the shuriken had even hit the ground, Genji was already on the move and charged at Gabe, sprinting toward him with hardly a sound and slashed out at his face. Again, Gabe brought the shotgun up to block, steel squealing as the blade dragged across the barrel, and Gabe punched out at Genji’s flesh arm, driving his knuckles into the pressure point just inside his elbow.

Genji let out a curse in Japanese as his grip weakened on the blade and Gabe’s hand slid down the scarred arm to jerk the blade out of Genji’s grasp. He threw the wakizashi behind him with a wide motion that tricked Genji into watching the flying blade instead of his opponent, leaving himself open as Gabe swung the shotgun like a club and smashed it into the side of Genji’s face.

Genji rolled with the blow, springing to his feet a good five paces away.

“Give it up, Shimada. Stand down before you do something you’ll regret.”

“Never!” Genji spat, and rolled a new trio of shuriken into his fingers.

Gabe anticipated the next wave of flying shuriken before they left Genji’s hand, and hurled himself to the left in a roll. He heard the clatter of shuriken collide with something other than their intended target behind him. One, two little ‘tinks’ of metal. Odd. Where was the-

Gabe quickly discovered where the third shuriken had gone as it buried itself into his bicep.

“ARGH!” He sprang back to his feet and tore the shuriken out of his arm.

The patter of light footsteps was his only warning as Genji charged at him once again, one hand on the nodachi on his back. Gabe spun toward him, throwing the little star haphazardly at Genji’s face. Genji caught it with his artificial hand and threw it right back without missing a beat, the shuriken sinking into Gabe’s shoulder, but it had served its purpose of distracting Genji long enough for Gabe to aim his shotgun and fire just as Genji reached him.

The shotgun cracked like thunder, deafening as it echoed through the hangar, and Gabe took a step back and looked down at Genji. He’d managed to shoot him in the knee, point blank, and the result had blown the lower half of the cyborg’s leg clean off, leaving exposed wires and circuitry, smoking and leaking some kind of black liquid.

“Dammit...” Genji rolled himself over and stared at his leg lying beside him. A beat passed, and then he launched into one of the more colorful displays of language Gabe had ever heard, cursing in English, Japanese, and something that sounded like Russian. Gabe let him ride out his wave of rage, idly pulling the shuriken out of his shoulder and sinking down to the floor beside him, dropping onto his rear and resting his arms on his bent knees.

“Why?” Genji suddenly demanded, eyes burning in the dim light as they fixed accusingly on Gabe. “Why protect them?”

Gabe snorted. “Who, the Shimada Clan? Kid, if you think I’m trying to protect them, you’re more mixed up than I thought.”

“Why?” Genji clenched his hands into fists, and Gabe was almost worried that he was going to get more shuriken to the face. “Why stop the missions to Hanamura?”

“Because we’ve already won.”

“But the Shimada Clan-”

“Is a shell of what it used to be,” Gabe interrupted. “The Clan Elders are entirely gone, and they’re floundering without leadership. If we wipe them out completely, something else will rise to fill in the power gap. Something that we’re going to also have to take down. But if we let them keep limping on, let them keep thinking they’re big stuff when they’re a shadow of what they used to be, they’ll keep someone else from rising too quickly and become a threat we didn’t see coming. A dragon without teeth can’t bite, but it can still sit on a throne.”

Genji snorted and shot Gabe a venomous glare. “Did you find that in a fortune cookie? It does not matter. If the Elders are gone, that just means there is nothing to stop my brother from taking total undisputed control of the Shimada Clan, and you will not find him so easy to deal with.”

Gabe gave Genji an inscrutable look, and it was enough to make Genji pause.

“…What?”

“Did you read the entire report before you came charging down here with a hot head?”

“Why should that matter?” Despite his words, Genji’s tone was cautious, looking at Reyes closely.

“Genji…” Gabe chose his words very carefully and deliberately. “Your brother is gone.”

“…dead?” Genji stiffed and stared at Reyes with shock and…was that fear? Regret? Grief? Interesting. That all but confirmed his suspicion that the younger Shimada wasn’t as black-hearted as he pretended to be. Well, at least he wouldn’t be making fratricide into a Shimada family tradition.

“We don’t know,” Gabe replied. “The Elders had been trying to keep it secret, but it appears that Hanzo Shimada disappeared the night that he attempted to kill you. No one has seen him since, friend or foe.”

Genji looked away, his face a complex mixture of emotion, and Gabe gave him a few minutes to process the revelation, spending the time trying to get his shuriken wounds to stop bleeding.

“…So,” Genji said after a few minutes. “…What happens now?”

“That depends on you,” Gabe said. “You still planning on running off to Japan like an idiot the second you’re able?”

“No,” he said quickly, unable to hide all the shame he was trying to keep out of his voice. “No, I see why you made the decision you did. You’re right. Without my brother or the Elders, the Clan is done for.”

“Good,” Gabe said and got to his feet, brushing his pants off. “In that case, I’m carrying your stubborn ass up to the infirmary. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess now’s a good a time as any to tell you. Your Mark 2.0 body is ready.”

Genji looked up sharply. “What?”

“Your new body. Angela says it’s ready. She wanted to start the transition next week, but there’s no reason not to start earlier now that you know about it. She was saving it for your birthday. Ang is gonna kill me when she finds out I ruined the surprise.”

Genji’s eyes were wide and his respirator quickened. “You…you mean…this isn’t…” he looked down at himself.

“You think we were going to let you look like some half-built freak for the rest of your life?” Gabe asked. The anguished look in Genji’s expressive eyes gave him all the answer he needed, and he didn’t know if he wanted to slap the boy in exasperation or hug him in comfort. God, kids were dumb these days. “Hell no. This was just a temporary solution to get you off that damn life support machine and out of a hospital bed. The new one has been in the works ever since you got here. Be grateful. Ang has put her heart and soul into this thing.” Gabe offered him a hand to help him up.

Genji nodded numbly, at a loss for words, and accepted Gabriel’s hand, needing the help to get up on his remaining leg. Gabe helped him get situated, putting his arm over his shoulder, and started helping him slowly limp-hop to the door.

“Hey, McCree,” Gabe tapped his communicator.

“Here, Boss.”

“Get down to Transport Hangar B and clean up the mess. Don’t want people thinking there was some sort of a fight or anything.”

“And here I was thinking I might be able to get a little shut eye tonight.”

“You can sleep tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow.”

“Now, McCree.”

The long, dramatic sigh was audible through the com. “Yes, Boss.”

Gabe opened the door to the hangar and a long stream of curses tore from his throat. “Fuck, I hate the cold. Goddamn. I’m too Californian for this bullshit. Fucking Switzerland.” He glanced at Genji as he led them to the main building. “Your new body will help with that, by the way. It’s got thermoregulation and full coverage, none of this ‘leaving half your torso hanging out in the open’ bullshit.”

“Have you seen it?” Genji asked once they’d made it back into the Watchpoint.

“Yeah. I think you’ll like it. It’s very sleek. Still has that weird-ass shuriken dispenser you wanted. Lightweight carbon steel, night vision in the visor, enhanced cybernetics in the artificial legs for climbing and jumping, and the shock absorbers will let you jump off a goddamn building without damaging anything. I hope you like green.”

“…It’s my favorite color,” he said quietly.

“Well, that’s a fortunate coincidence. Alright. Here we are.” He helped Genji down into an unoccupied bed. “I’ll message Angela and let her know you’re here. Tell her whatever excuse you want, but I’d recommend sticking to ‘Confidential Blackwatch Mission’ bullshit instead of ‘I skimmed a report, panicked, and tried to kill my commanding officer.’”

“I didn’t try to kill you,” Genji said defensively.

“Doesn’t matter,” Gabe said dismissively. “You couldn’t even if you were trying.” He finished getting Genji settled and headed for the door.

“Are you going to get yourself treated?”

“What, for this?” Gabe glanced down at himself, at the two shuriken punctures and the thin line of red across his throat, already starting to scab over. “Nah. I’ll just take a shower and slap a biotic emitter on tonight. Maybe I’ll have Moira look at it. I need to chat with her about something else anyway.”

“…I’m sorry, if it means anything. You were right.”

Gabe paused in the doorway. “…It does mean something. Just don’t do it again. Or maybe talk to me before you try to steal a goddamn jet next time.”

“Yes, Boss. And…thank you.”

Gabe glanced over his shoulder and nodded once, then vanished out the door. He glanced at a wall clock as he headed back for his rooms. 05:02. Maybe he’d be able to squeeze in another hour of sleep. He signed.

Just another night at Watchpoint: Zurich.

#Overwatch #Gabriel Reyes #Genji Shimada #Blackwatch Boys #My Drabbles #2900 Words #HEY LOOK I FINISHED THE GENJI THING #And by Finished I mean Finally Got Around To Starting and Churned Out in a Single Evening #Alternate Title: Sadie tries to write a fight scene and almost succeeds #GOSH I love Angry Genji #I need to write some Post Zen Chilled-The-Fuck-Out Genji though #HEY WHAT SHOULD WE DO NEXT?#McCree Angst?#I'm thinking McCree Angst #McAngstin' it

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