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LOST - Another Story

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys the new character. I have big plans for her in terms of the overarching story of Lost. Also for the dialogue I’m following a transcript of the episodes so I can get it all right. Anyway, here’s Pilot Part 2!

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Pilot (Part 2)

I sit down, trying to ignore the mixed expression Sawyer is giving my right now. One would assume he is upset I know his true name, or he thinks I'm some spy. Then a horrid thought crosses my mind, what if they think I'm an Other? I realize they don't know about the Others now, but in the future, I'm not sure. I'm putting my trust in Sawyer to keep my secret and protect me, but knowing how he is in the first season it doesn't seem likely. But I know the kind of man he is meant to be. So with that in mind and with a sigh, I begin to tell Sawyer everything I know.

“My name is Amelia Kassman, I am 20 years old, now single, and I know the future, ” I pause there to take in Sawyer’s reaction but he seems too stunned to speak.

“I know the future because where I come from this world doesn't exist. This reality, or whatever this is, is from a TV show called Lost. This Island isn't actually real, and the show was filmed in Hawaii. I come from 2010, and the show has just finished it's 6th and final season. Weeks before this I had just watched the finale. I can assure you, it's just as weird for me too.”

I pause again, letting Sawyer soak up the information. I nervously tap my leg, knowing once the rain stops Jack, Kate, and Charlie will be on their way back. Sawyer opens and closes his mouth a few times, seemingly wanting to talk but unable to. As the rain suddenly stops, I suck in a breath. Fuck. I watch Sawyer as he stands up and walks out of his tent.

I stay a little longer in Sawyer’s tent, listening intently for the sound of a fight to break out over the handcuffs Walt finds in the jungle. Once I do, I rush out of the tent and over to where Sayid and Sawyer are fist-fighting.

“Hey guys. Come on, man. Hey.” I hear Michael say as I jog up to the scene.

“Hey. Break it up. Break it up! Come on! That's it! It's over! That's it!” Jack shouts, running in a few moments after I arrive.

“Son of a bitch!” Sawyer spits at Sayid.

“I'm sick of this redneck!” Sayid calls.

Sawyer gets up close to Sayid, “You want some more of me, boy?” He taunts.

“Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them that I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!”

“The shoe fits, buddy!”

“What is going on?” Jack shouts over the commotion.

Sayid shouts something in Arabic angrily at Sawyer.

“What's going on?” Jack commands again louder.

Michael hands the handcuffs to Jack before speaking up, “Look, my kid found these in the jungle.”

I roll my eyes when Sawyer decides to butt in, “And this guy was sitting in the back row of business class, the whole flight, never got up. Hands folded underneath the blanket.”

“Oh-” Sayid gasps softly.

“And for some reason,” Sawyer continues, “just pointin' this out - the guy sittin' next to him didn't make it.”

“Thank you so much for observing my behavior.” Sayid spits back at Sawyer.

“You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded?”

I watch as Sayid tries to get to Sawyer again to hit him.

“Come on, bring it!” Sawyer exclaims.

Kate steps up and yells loudly, “STOP!” As Sayid backs off.

Kate continues after the situation is visibly diffused, “We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?”

“Yes. I might be able to.” Sayid claims calmly.

Sawyer throws his hands up, “Oh great. Perfect! Let's trust this guy!” He shouts again.

At this, Hurley steps in, “Hey! We're all this together, man. Let's treat each other with a little respect.”

“Shut up, Lardo.” Sawyer shoots back. I wince, watching this scene in person is a lot worse than on TV.

“Hey! Give it a break.” Jack says exasperatedly.

“Whatever you say, doc. You're the hero.” Sawyer says and Jack shoots me an odd look. For a beat, I don't understand why, but suddenly it comes back to me. I also called Jack ‘Doc.’ Terrific.

I stay on the beach, trying to convince myself to go on the hike with everyone. I know it won't be easy, and I know that the climbing scene was faked. I'm not very strong, but I've got enough upper body strength to fight so why can't I climb? I was hiking before the crash, anyway, so it could be plausible for me to go. I drop my face in my hands and sigh loudly before pushing off the sand. I walk myself over to the gathering group of Kate, Sayid, Shannon, and Boone.

“Shut up, and stop trying to be charming.” I hear Shannon say angrily to Boone. She then turns to Kate and Sayid, “I'm coming with you.”

I see Kate looking visibly uncomfortable, “I don't... know if that's such a good idea.” She says slowly.

Shannon scoffs “What are you? Two years older than me? Please.” I walk quickly up beside Charlie as Shannon whips around to see us, “You two are going, aren't you?”

“Yeah, are you?” Charlie says.

“Yup.”

“Yeah, I'm definitely going.” Charlie says as I shudder slightly.

“I’d like to come too if you don't mind?” I ask Kate politely.

“Look, everybody can come. But we're leaving now.” Kate says, annoyed. I'm glad I like this early season version of her or else I’d be annoyed too.

Charlie then speaks up to Shannon, “You couldn't tell from that, but she's actually really nice.”

I turn my head and see Sawyer smoking while reading his letter. He looks up at me and we lock eyes for a moment before glancing beside me to see the others walking off. I look away and try to suppress the butterflies. I don't like men who smoke, but Sawyer makes it look sexy. Thankfully he runs out of cigarettes soon.

I tighten the laces of my boots as Kate turns to me. “You have a backpack?” She asks.

“What?” I say in reply, as I mentally smack myself.

“I said do you have a backpack, you should carry some water.”

“Yeah I have a backpack, I was hiking in Australia before the crash. Do you want me to get it?” I try and keep my tone even and kind as I talk to Kate.

“Yeah, go do that.” I worry she’ll leave me behind so I run as quickly as I can to my tent to get my backpack. Once I do and fill it with some water bottles I rush back to the group.

“I'm ready,” I call.

“Great then, let's head out, ” Kate says. I give a quiet sigh in return, this is going to be a long hike.

We are well into the jungle, and I start to worry that Sawyer won't be joining us. I won't lie when I say that he is one of the reasons I even came on this hike. Not that he is the only reason, though, I also came because I wanted a gun. Despite my adversity towards them, I have the strange need for one. Knowing what lies ahead I feel like I can become a trustworthy gunman. The quick crunching of another pair of feet shook me out of my thoughts.

“You decided to join us.” Kate says unamused.

“I'm a complex guy, sweetheart,” Sawyer calls back and turns his head to me to give a little wink. I try hard to keep my cheeks from turning bright red.

“I didn't know you were comin’ on this little excursion blue eyes,” Sawyer flirts, is he flirting? I can't tell, and part of me doesn't want to look into it too much. I know having a crush on Sawyer won't end well for me, there are too many competitors. I don't want to mess up the timeline just because I have a silly crush.

“Yeah, dimples, I decided to come. Better than sitting on the beach staring at the ocean all day,” I see Sawyer’s face turn a little when I use his own nickname game against him. Maybe I could have a bit of fun with it.

“Touche,” is all he can say.

We get to the base of a cliff and I realize this is the moment I've been dreading. Kate looks to Sawyer, Shannon looks to Boone, Charlie looks around and I look up at the top of the cliff. Sawyer starts to climb up first, followed by Kate and Sayid not far behind. Charlie is a little way behind them and I decide to follow him, not wanting to be behind the slow pokes of Shannon and Boone. We struggle up the side of the cliff, grabbing branches and roots that stick out and trying our best to find footing. Charlie occasionally offers me his hand to help pull me up and I am grateful to take it, also opting to help him as well when I can. My hands, back, and forehead are sweating from nerves and exertion. Sawyer reaches the top of the cliff first and helps lift Kate up along with himself. Sawyer and Kate then help Sayid and Charlie, too. Somehow, Shannon and Boone got ahead of me, and Shannon is too proud to get the help from anyone but Boone, so he is the one to pull himself up and help her. I realize I’m the last one when I see Sawyer’s smiling face looking down at me.

“Need some help there, blue eyes?” He says with a bit of amusement in his voice.

“Yeah actually, I do,” I puff back, not realizing how much I’m struggling.

So Sawyer reaches his hand down and I hoist myself up to grab it while still clinging to some roots. He wraps his large hand around my smaller one then grabs hold of my forearm with his other hand. He pulls me up as I use my other arm to lift myself up. I roll over the edge of the cliff and Sawyer lets go of my arm. Everyone stares at me for a moment and I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I quickly scramble to my feet and brush myself off.

“Well let’s go,” I say embarrassed and while avoiding eye contact with Sawyer.

We get to a fairly flat place in the jungle with tall grass and lots of tree cover. Cicadas are chirping loudly as I walk beside Sawyer. I swing my backpack around and pull out a water bottle, take a swig, offer it to Sawyer who waves it away, and then screw the cap back on. I stow the water away as I remember that during the mountain my favorite theme was playing. I laugh a little to myself and Sawyer glances at me quickly, I put my fingers up to my mouth and smile shyly in his direction.

We walk a bit more before Sawyer throws his hands up and speaks, “Okay! Wide open space! You should check the radio, see if we're good.”

“We're not going to have any reception here.” Sayid says as he continues to walk.

“Just try it.” Sawyer exclaims.

“I don't want to waste the batteries.”

“I'm not asking you to keep it on all day!”

“We're still blocked by the mountain.”

“Just check the damn radio!” Sawyer huffs.

“If I just check! We might not have any juice left when we get to-” Suddenly a loud roar interrupts Sayid and everyone whips around to the movement. We hear puffs and everyone looks around to find the source of the noise and the crunching of the grass and leaves around us.

“My god.” Shannon squeaks, I glance at her.

“What the hell's that?” Boone asks, I want to speak up, but I have a plan quickly forming in my mind.

“Something's coming.” Kate says quietly, and by the look in her eyes I can tell she thinks it's the Smoke Monster. The beast starts running at us, huffing.

“It's coming towards us, I think.” Charlie says nervously.

Kate rushes towards us, “Come on, let's move,” she says hurriedly. Everyone begins to run off but Sawyer and I. He looks down at me worriedly, an expression I didn’t think I would see.

“I shouldn't have come. Aah!” Shannon screams.

Sayid pulls Charlie along and they all start running, “Go! Go!” he shouts. Sawyer tries to push me away to run but I stay put, ready to strike.

I hear Kate yell, “Sawyer!” and Sayid’s exclamation of “Let him go!”

I quickly reach for Sawyer’s gun and shoot at the bear, knowing where it is. It bursts out of the jungle, Sawyer stumbling back a bit, as I quickly put a bullet through its chest. The bear drops and I look up at Sawyer, the smoking gun still in my hand.

“Blue eyes..?” Sawyer starts, but Shannon cuts him off.

“That's... that's a big bear,” She says, looking fretfully at the animal.

“You think that's what killed the pilot?” Kate glances at Charlie nervously.

“No. No, that's a tiny, teeny version compared to that,” Charlie says, holding up his fingers for comparison.

Kate looks at it for a moment, “Guys, this isn't just a... bear. That's a polar bear,” she says.

Boone decides to speak up, “That can't be a polar bear.”

“It’s a polar bear,” Kate, Sayid, and I say in unison as Sawyer gives me a look, the gun still in my hand.

“Yeah, but... Polar bears don't usually live in the jungle,” Shannon says.

“Spot on,” Charlie replied cheekily.

Sayid then speaks up, “No, polar bears don't live near this far south.”

“This one does,” Boone quips.

“Did. It did,” Sawyer says, misbelief in his eyes.

Kate then turns to me, “Where did that come from?”

Before I can speak Sawyer butts in, “Probably Bear Village. How the hell do I know?”

Kate scoffs, “Not the bear. The gun.”

I look down at the gun in my hand, flick the safety, and look back up at Kate, “I took it from Sawyer.”

“And where did Sawyer get it from?”

“I got it off one of the bodies,” Sawyer replies.

“One of the bodies,” Sayid repeats.

“Yeah, one of the bodies.”

“People don't carry guns on planes..” Shannon states.

“They do if they're a US Marshal, sweet cheeks-“ Sawyer starts, but I cut him off.

“There was one on the plane,” I state, hoping to dissolve the situation.

“How do you know that?” Kate says to the both of us, slightly panicked.

“I saw a guy lying there with an ankle holster, so I took the gun. I thought it might come in handy. Guess what? Blue-eyes here just shot a bear!” Sawyer states happily, gesturing to me when he mentions the polar bear.

“I have a name you know,” I say, a bit annoyed.

“Well nicknames are my specialty, peaches,” Sawyer says smoothly.

Kate interrupts us before I can reply, “So why do you think he's a Marshal?”

“Because he had a clip-on badge,” Sawyer holds up a badge, ”I took that too. Thought it was cool.”

“I know who you are,” Sayid begins, “You're the prisoner.”

“I'm the what?” Sawyer says incredulously.

“You found a gun on a US Marshal. Yes, I believe you did. You knew where it was, because you were the one he was bringing back to the States,” Sayid glances at me before he continues back to Sawyer, “Those handcuffs were on you. That's how you knew there was a gun.”

“Piss off,” Sawyer spits.

“That's who you are, you son of a bitch!” Sayid starts to get angry.

“Be as suspicious of me as I am of you,” Sawyer states coolly.

“But you are the prisoner.”

“Fine! I'm the criminal. You're the terrorist. We can all play a part,” Sawyer turns to me, “Who do you want to be blue-eyes?”

Kate suddenly reaches towards me and wrestles the gun out of my hand, I’m glad I put on the safety. Once Kate has the gun she points it at Sawyer, looking at me guilty. I know that look, she thinks I’m just a child. I’m not a child, but, compared to the rest of the survivors I am.

“Does anybody know how to use a gun?” Kate says.

“I think you just pull the trigger,” Charlie quips.

“Don't use the gun.” Sayid states.

“I want to take it apart,” Kate says calmly.

“Oh,” Charlie says softly.

Sayid takes a deep breath and says, “There's a button on the grip. Push that, it will eject the magazine,” Kate follows Sayid's instructions and ejects the magazine, “There's still a round in the chamber. Hold the grip, pull the top part of the gun.”

Kate does what Sayid says quickly, and almost too expertly. If I didn’t know her I would be suspicious. She then gives the magazine to Sayid and the gun to Sawyer.

Sawyer grabs Kate’s arm as she gives him the gun back “I know your type,” he says quietly.

“I'm not so sure,” she says back.

“Yeah. I've been with girls like you.”

“No girl's exactly like me,” Kate says coldly, but with a slight glance at me.

Kate then walks off and Sayid speaks up, “We should keep moving.”

We walk a bit more, to an open hilly area. I close my eyes and face the ocean, breathing in the air. Despite being hot and humid, I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the Island. Even though I know back home it was just Hawaii, this is no Oahu. Sayid then gets the transceiver out and I steel myself for Sawyer, again.

“Oh! Now's a good time to check the radio! Not before.. but now!” He says angrily.

“We're up higher,” Sayid says calmly.

“Yes, we are!”

Suddenly Sayid gets excited, “Bar. Hey! We've got a bar! Mayday! Mayday!” But all that comes out is feedback.

“What is that?” Kate asks.

“Feedback,” Sayid answers.

“Feedback from what? What would do that?”

“I don't know.”

“I'll tell you what would do that,” Sawyer begins angrily, “This guy not fixing the radio. This thing doesn't even work!”

“No. No, no, no, no, it's not broken. We can't transmit because something else is already transmitting,” Sayid explains.

“Transmitting from where?” Charlie asks.

“What?” Shannon adds nervously.

“Somewhere close. The signal's strong,” Sayid says, and I remember the radio tower. I wish I could somehow get away and find it, even though I know what happens when we do a few months down the line.

“Somewhere close? You mean on the Island? That's great!” Charlie claims excitedly.

“Maybe it's other survivors,” Boone adds.

“From our plane? How would they even—“ Shannon begins, bur Sawyer cuts her off.

“What kind of transmission is it?” He asks.

“Could be a sat phone, maybe a radio signal…” Sayid says as he trails off.

“Can we listen to it?” Kate asks nervously.

“Let me get the frequency first. Hold on,” Sayid says.

“There's no transmission,” Sawyer dismisses.

“Sawyer,” I say quietly, touching his arm a bit. He looks down at me and shuts up.

Sayid finally gets transmission to play and Charlie starts to get excited. “The rescue party. It has to be,” Rousseau’s message is heard clearly, “It's French! The French are coming! I've never been so happy to hear the French!” Charlie bounces up and down as he speaks.

“I never took French. What does she say?” Kate asks.

“D-Does anybody speak French?” Sayid says hurriedly.

“She does,” Boone says before I can, and I realize that might have been a bad thing to say.

Shannon then suddenly gets defensive towards Boone, “No, I don't. What?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You spent a year in Paris!”

“Drinking, not studying!”

Suddenly the transmission ends and a male voice speaks from the radio, “Iteration 7294531.”

“Okay. What's that?” Charlie asks, looking hopeful. Sayid, not so much.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…” Sayid says quickly.

“‘No, no, no’ what?” Kate asks hurriedly.

“What ‘no’?” Shannon also asks.

“The-the batteries are dying!” Sayid shouts.

“How much time do we have?” Kate asks.

“Not much.”

Boone turns to Shannon again, “I've heard you speak French! Just listen to this! Listen to it!”

“I can't!” Shannon cries.

Sawyer huffs, “You speak French or not? Because that would be nice.”

The radio speaks again “Iteration 17294532.”

“That voice is weird. What is that?” Charlie inputs, but no one answers his question. I look sympathetically at him.

“Come on. Come on, Shannon!” Boone urges.

“Come on!” Kate adds.

Even Sayid, who is doing mental math manges to say, “Come on!”

The transmission begins to play again, and Shannon looks nervously at it, “Il est dehors….”

“It's... it's repeating,” she says.

“She's right,” Sayid adds.

Boone looks at Sayid, “What?”

“It's a loop,” Sayid begins, "’Iteration’—it's repeating the same message. It's a counter. The next number will end... ‘533’.”

Just as Sayid says, the radio blares, “Iteration 17294533.”

“Does anyone know what the hell he's talking about?” Sawyer says angrily.

“Sawyer please,” I add, but he doesn’t hear me.

“It's a running count of the number of times the message has repeated. It's roughly thirty seconds long, so... how long…” Sayid says as once again he tried to figure it out in his head.

“Don't forget to carry the one, chief,” Sawyer adds.

The radio begins again after, “Iteration 17294534.”

Shannon looks at the radio and starts to translate, “She's saying .. ‘Please’. She's saying, ‘Please help me. Please, come get me.’”

“Or she's not! You don't even speak French!” Sawyer shouts.

“Let her listen!” Kate yells back.

“Shut up, man!” Boone adds.

“Guys, the battery. The battery.” Charlie says nervously.

Once again the radio says, “Iteration 17294535.”

Shannon puts the radio up to her ear and says, “I'm alone now. Uhm... On the Island alone. Please, someone come. The others, they're... they're dead. I-it killed them. I-it killed them all.”

“That was good,” Boone reassured her.

“Sixteen years,” Sayid finally says.

“What?” Sawyer asks.

“Sixteen years. And five months. That's the count.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Boone asks.

“The iterations. It's a distress call,” Sayid starts, “A plea for help. A mayday. If the count is right... It's been playing over... and over... for sixteen years.”

“Someone else? Was stranded here?” Boone says worriedly.

“Maybe they came for them,” Kate speculates.

“If someone came, why is it still playing?” Sawyer adds.

“Agreed, you’d think then it wouldn’t matter if they’re rescued,” I say, but not really adding much to the conversation. It’s weird seeing them all talk like this, knowing who it is. They all still have hope they’ll be rescued.

“Guys,” Charlie says, “Where are we?”

LOST

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My dearest darling partner in crime, you know I have a mighty need for "Shannon actually divorced her husband instead of leaving him hanging for two years" S2 FWB Buddie if you are so inclined...*bats eyelashes*

Aha okay so this is now a multi-chapter mess. I have no plan. I don’t know where this is going or how I’m organizing this. But these stupid stupid boys won’t leave me alone, so here we are. Part one of what is sure to be an annoyingly feels-filled saga. You can also read it here on Ao3.

Onward!

The first thing Buck thinks when he sees the new guy is oh no, he’s hot. The world seems to go into slow-motion. He swears he hears music.

The second thing Buck thinks when he sees the new guy is what the fuck is he doing in my station.

Okay, so maybe he’s a little cranky because with some encouragement from Maddie (who arrived in town yesterday) he and Abby had a proper talk for the first time in weeks and officially broke it off. Buck’s not exactly inclined to listen to Maddie on all things, since she did up and be good as gone from his life for years—thanks, Doug—but she was only telling him what his mind had already been whispering.

Doesn’t mean that the break up doesn’t hurt.

So he’s cranky, sure. And Eddie Diaz (that’s the fucker’s name) is confident, and handsome, and funny, and fine as hell, and daring, and pretty, and dedicated, and sexy, and…

Ahem.

It’s a lot for a guy to handle, okay?

Buck’s spoiling for a fight, and the confusing dance his stomach does whenever Eddie looks at him gives him the perfect excuse to be a brat, and even though Chim and Bobby and everyone else is giving him the side eye, he just can’t seem to stop. He fell in love, really in love, for the first time in his life and once again he was abandoned, and he just wants someone to yell at. And if it provides the added bonus of Eddie’s near-constant attention, well. Icing on the cake.

Except Eddie’s not playing back. He’s not posturing, he’s not snapping. Buck feels almost like a dog getting rapped on the nose with a newspaper. In the gym, Eddie doesn’t lose his cool. He seems almost amused. Like he knows what he’s doing to Buck, like he knows Buck’s drowning and just swinging his arms wildly to see who he can punch, like he knows his stupid pretty face is making Buck’s entire body squirm and heat up.

Maybe he’s being a bit of a jerk. Just a little.

A bomb isn’t exactly what most people would call a meet cute or a place to bond, but Buck can tell Eddie warms to him after that. And he can’t help but feel a bit warmer himself, basking in Eddie’s smile.

“You can have my back any day,” Eddie says, and Buck knows it’s probably nothing, but it sounds like more—or maybe he just wants it to be more, since he’s lonely and hasn’t had sex in months and he’s realizing he likes Eddie being pleased with him.

“Or you could have mine,” he blurts out, throwing in a bit of sauciness, just to see, just to test.

Eddie’s gaze flickers, maybe—just maybe—his eyes get a little darker, and Buck wonders if maybe there’s another way to get out all his frustration.

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 “Another story to tell the family, right?”

They’re stripping down in the locker room, and Chim’s rolling his eyes because they all know how he used to steal their stories for Tatiana.

“I don’t think Karen will want to know about this one,” Hen says, grabbing her stuff. “Have a good night!”

Buck waves at her, then turns to Eddie. “What about you? Anybody to impress?”

Eddie shakes his head. “My kid’s too young to hear about that kind of thing.”

A kid. Buck glances down, tries to be subtle. No wedding ring. “You got a kid? I love kids.”

Eddie pulls out a picture of a smiling, golden-haired boy. Buck can feel himself grinning. He really does love kids and this guy’s adorable. “His name’s Christopher.”

“He’s cute.” Buck hands the picture back. “What about his mom?”

Eddie tucks the picture away and grabs supplies for the showers. “She’s… not in the picture. Divorced.”

“That sucks, man.” Eddie’s single Eddie’s single Eddie’s single—

“It is what it is.” That’s a shut door if Buck ever heard one, but he’s an expert at prying things open. After all, he’s a firefighter.

Eddie heads for the showers and Buck…

Carpe diem.

Buck follows.

“So nobody to brag to, huh?” he asks, quickly stripping off his clothes so he doesn’t get them blasted with water.

Eddie glances over his shoulder, and the look on his face seems to be trapped somewhere between are you fucking kidding me and oh this is adorable. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who uses heroic stories to get into people’s pants.”

Not anymore. “Nah, I just bat my eyelashes.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet that works wonders.”

“Y’know, I do know sarcasm when I hear it.”

“Do you?” Eddie turns to face him fully and it hits Buck like a delayed webpage loading that oh, yeah, they’re both naked.

Go big or go home. “So are we going to do something about…” He gestures between them. “This? Or are we going to keep ignoring it?”

“What, the obvious alpha male posturing?” Eddie asks. “Or the fact that you want to sleep with me? Because I’m gonna tell you I got enough of the former while I was in the military and as for the latter, we’re coworkers.”

“Nothing against coworkers having a little fun.”

“I have a kid.” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and oh, okay, nope, eyes up top, Buck. “I just moved here. The last thing I’m looking for is complications.”

“Well lucky for you I’m a simple guy. As anyone around here will tell you.” Yeah, he’s aware of the joke about his intelligence, but whatever. “I’m great at keeping things uncomplicated.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, then reaches for him. Buck’s heart races—

—and then skips a beat as he’s blasted with cold water. He yelps, ducking out of the way as Eddie finishes turning on the showers.

The look of smug satisfaction on Eddie’s face is not attractive. At all.

“Real funny.” Buck wipes his face off and gets the water out of his eyes.

“Oh, hilarious,” Eddie agrees seriously. His eyes crinkle up at the corners when he smiles.

Buck stands there, not quite sure what to do. The water’s warm, now, feels good, and it sure as hell looks good, sliding down Eddie’s body. Eddie’s not saying or doing anything, but he’s not kicking Buck out, either.

He debates for about ten seconds before he thinks, fuck it. He did the mature thing and waited for sex and did everything right and it still got his heart dashed to pieces. Why not be a little reckless? “You saying you’d object if I wanted to blow you?”

Eddie inhales a mouthful of water and splutters fantastically for a few seconds. The look he gives Buck when he’s finished is impressive. “You really have no shame, do you?”

Buck shrugs. “Don’t have the time for it.”

And he really wants to get his mouth on Eddie’s cock. Like, that’s kind of all he’s been able to think about since the grenade.

Eddie’s eyes narrow, and for a second Buck’s certain he’s going to get hit with a talk about sexual harassment from Bobby in the morning, but then Eddie plants his hand on the tiled wall and says, oh so casually, “Well, if you’ve got your heart set on it.”

Oh hell yes.

Buck’s been very diligently restricting his ogling to Eddie’s face and shoulders (what, they’re great shoulders, broad and tan and perfect for biting during sex), so it’s not until he sinks to his knees—carefully, the floor’s tiled and this is the only pair of knees he’s got—that he looks at Eddie’s cock and realizes it’s hard.

Ha.

Playing it cool and casual and this whole time he wanted Buck just as much as Buck wanted him. Buck is never letting him live this down. He looks up at Eddie through his lashes, a trick he’s learned works wonders when he’s about to eat someone out. “And here you are acting like it’s such a big chore to get your dick sucked.”

“Maybe I just like the idea of your mouth being too full to talk.” Eddie’s hand comes around to cradle the back of Buck’s head, his fingers combing through the short hair, tugging oh so slightly to get Buck’s head in place.

A shiver works through him. Jesus, that feels good. He hasn’t had a dry spell like this since he first discovered what sex was, and just the intimate touch of another person has his cock rising and his blood singing.

He leans in, nuzzling Eddie’s thigh, savoring the scent of another person, the feel of skin beneath his mouth again. And maybe he’s, ah, delaying things just a little, as he eyes the rather impressive dick in front of him, because. Well.

Here’s the thing that Buck kind of didn’t mention to Eddie.

He’s never given a blow job before.

But like hell he’s going to let it stop him now that they’ve reached this point. And besides, he knows what he likes, so it’s just a matter of remembering what that is and replicating it. This’ll be a breeze.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Eddie asks.

Buck glares up at him. “Have so.”

“You sure you’re twenty-seven? Because you sound like a five-year-old right now.”

Buck promptly takes as much of Eddie’s cock in his mouth as he can. He nearly takes too much and just barely saves himself from gagging, but Eddie makes a choked noise above him in response and that’s all that fucking matters.

“Ten points for enthusiasm,” Eddie mutters, and oh, it is so on now. He’s going to blow this guy’s mind.

Turns out, sucking dick is simultaneously eager and harder than he expected. Easy? Sucking. Holy shit. He could do this all day, he’s eaten ice cream cones that were more trouble than this.

Figuring out what exactly he’s supposed to do with his tongue? Difficult. Very difficult. It’s not until he has the bright idea of, hey, what if he treats a dick like a really big clit, that he starts to get the hang of it.

He’s never had a woman complain about his oral skills, after all.

Eddie’s hand tightens in his hair and he swears under his breath. “Again,” he orders, a bit breathless, and Buck repeats the little twist he did with his tongue against the slit of Eddie’s cock. He shivers at the order, at the implications of it.

“Oh.” Eddie’s voice is like a revelation. “Oh, you like that. You like when I tell you what to do?”

He can’t really nod right now, so he hums.

Eddie’s grip tights further. “Suck.”

His voice is a full-on growl and Buck’s cock jerks in response, electricity zapping every one of his limbs. Jesus, turns out there’s one place he really does like to be given orders.

“Jesus Christ, you should see yourself.” Eddie’s still growling, and now his hips are thrusting a little into Buck’s mouth, and Buck just lets his jaw go slack, lets Eddie use him. Eddie swears violently at that and speeds up, just a little, like he’s trying to hold himself back so he doesn’t hurt him, doesn’t go too far.

Buck feels like there’s a cat in his chest, purring, like he’d wag his tail if he had one, on his knees and being good and giving someone what they want. His jaw aches and his mouth is stretched but it feels so good, and if he’d known he would like sucking dick this much, hell, he’d’ve done it years ago.

He can feel Eddie tense up, his cock jerking against Buck’s soft palate, and Buck tries to open his throat to get ready—only Eddie pulls Buck off his cock and turns, spilling into the spray of the shower, the evidence washed immediately down the drain.

Buck’s voice is raw when he tries to speak. “I was gonna—you didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t want to assume.” As if he’s trying to make up for showing some softness and consideration, Eddie hauls Buck to his feet, a sly look in his eyes. “Now, what are we going to do with you?”

There’s a promise in his voice that Buck really, really hopes he’ll deliver on. He shamelessly plasters himself to Eddie’s front, lets Eddie feel his erection, and combs his fingers through all that thick, dark hair. Buck would kill to be able to run his fingers through it when it’s dry. Eddie’s hair always looks unbearably soft.

“Fuck me?” he says hopefully, grinding slow against Eddie’s hip. “I mean. I get recovery time, so… we can just make out until…”

Eddie’s hands find his waist and Buck whines, trying to catch Eddie’s mouth in a kiss. He wants that tongue counting his teeth, dammit.

“I’d let you,” he says, because oh, God, he would, he really would. Even though it’s reckless to let a guy you just met fuck you when you’ve never done it before. Buck’s gotten pretty far by being reckless.

“You’d let me,” Eddie says, something sparking in his eyes, and the next thing Buck knows, he’s been turned around and pressed face-first against the wall.

“You really think I’d fuck you here?” Eddie’s voice is dark and utterly filthy and Buck’s fucking trembling. “Hell no. If I fucked you, I’d do it right, get you all laid out on a bed and really take you apart. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Buck’s nails are scabbling at the wet tile, trying to find a purchase that isn’t there. He’s never felt this raw in his entire life and he vaguely wonders if this is what drugs feel like because if it is, he understands how people get addicted.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s lips are right at the shell of his ear now, his voice a heated whisper. “One look at you, boy, and I fuckin’ knew it. You just want someone to destroy you.”

Fucking yes he does.

Eddie bites at his ear right as his hand find’s Buck’s aching cock and oh, oh fuck. Eddie’s pace is brutal, going from tight and hot to feather light, the tips of his fingers dancing up and down, drawing Buck to the edge and then leaving him there.

Buck’s real glad that he got good at being quiet because of Abby’s mom, otherwise the entire station would probably hear him moaning and begging right now.

Eddie’s plastered to his back, his free arm around Buck’s waist like a band of iron, and Buck feels like everywhere they touch is on fire. “Jesus.” Eddie sounds half in command, half in awe. “You really fucking need this, don’t you?”

“So do you,” Buck fires back. “Or you wouldn’t have said yes to me.”

Eddie growls and bites his neck, like a wolf holding down another so he can mount him, and Buck goes lightheaded with lust. He twists his wrist on the upstroke, sucking on Buck’s skin, grinding against Buck’s ass like he might actually fuck him after all, and Buck comes so hard he goes deaf for a second, his ears going silent and then buzzing like a nest of hornets.

Buck rests his forehead on the cool tile and Eddie licks apologetically at the spot he bit, his grip loosening. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on with you, why you want someone to put you in your place, but next time, maybe try talking to a therapist instead of propositioning your coworker.”

Buck snorts. “I’ll take it under consideration.”

He turns, leaning back against the tile, as Eddie grabs the soap. “Does that mean I can’t come to you? After you made all those promises about… what was it… taking me apart?”

The look that Eddie gives him is incredulous. “You realize what would’ve happened if someone walked in here, right?”

Buck grins. “Ah, but nobody did walk in here.”

Judging by the eye roll he gets in return, his comment is not appreciated.

“This?” Eddie gestures back and forth between them. “Was a one-time thing. We’re not doing this again.”

Buck nods, swallowing the disappointment that’s hot and acrid in his throat. “Sure thing.”

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 Well, obviously by ‘again’ Eddie meant ‘in the station’ because one week later they’re in the back of Buck’s car and Eddie’s mouth is attached to his neck like he’s a fucking vampire.

A car isn’t exactly the best place for maneuverability, so Buck’s not getting the fucking he was sort-of promised last time, but he doesn’t really care when he’s got a leg wrapped around Eddie’s waist and they’re grinding against each other like teenagers in the high school parking lot.

He rucks up Eddie’s shirt, gets is hands on all that smooth, warm skin on his back, and digs his nails in as Eddie gives a particularly hard thrust. He’s so fucking turned on he’s seeing stars and he should probably, y’know, suggest they take this somewhere else but he can’t, he can’t—his cock’s trapped underneath Eddie’s body, inside his pants, and Eddie’s mouth, and his hands, he’s—

His orgasm gives him vivid flashbacks to the less-than-glamorous trysts he got up to as a sixteen-year-old, but he doesn’t care because it feels so damn good. Eddie groans and thrusts harder, frantic, and he once again bites, this time Buck’s chest, as he comes.

Buck’s lying down, but he’s still dizzy. “I demand a proper bed next time.”

“There’s not gonna be a next time.” Eddie’s authority is somewhat diminished by the fact that his face is mashed into Buck’s shoulder.

The next moment, Eddie’s leveraging himself up and off of Buck. “We shouldn’t even have done that this time.”

“Why?” Buck follows him, sitting up, and nearly bangs his head on the roof of the car. “We’re two guys who don’t have time to date—I don’t even want to fucking date right now—you’ve got a kid—why not just use each other, y’know? I’m here, you’re here, I’m hot, you’re hot, our schedules line up, I’m not seeing a downside to this.”

“Of course you don’t see a downside,” Eddie mutters.

They regard each other for a moment, and Buck knows this is a serious conversation, but also his pants are soaked and they’re gonna start feeling tacky and gross any second now. “Look, I get it, you want to be smart. But I’m offering you a no-strings-attached-free-sex-whenever card so.” He shrugs. “If you ever decide you want to help me test out my new mattress, you know where to find me.”

Eddie’s dark eyes watch him for a second, his fingers tapping on Buck’s knee—Buck’s pretty sure Eddie’s not aware he’s doing it—and then he pulls back. “Yeah, I do know where to find you.”

He backs up and out of Buck’s car, and it’s a good thing Buck didn’t have any dignity to start with, otherwise he’d be feeling pretty undignified right about now.

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all was golden when the day met the night

chapter 3/5

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“...and then we saw the lions, but they were sleeping so they weren’t very scary. And the otters were so cute, and they came right up to the glass when they were swimming underwater!”

Eddie smiles as Chris recounts their day at the zoo to his parents over FaceTime. The monthly calls had been their idea, a way for them to stay up to date on Chris’s life in between holidays and summer visits. It was also their way of having a scheduled time to nitpick Eddie’s life from 800 miles away.

He loves his parents, he does. He just loves them more when they aren’t speaking.

“Your face looks a little red, sweetheart, were you wearing sunscreen today?” his mother asks, face getting too close to the camera as she inspects her grandson.

“Yeah, Dad put some on me when we got there.”

“Did he put on any more during the day?” Her eyes shifted to Eddie, perched next to Chris on the couch. “You know you need to reapply every two—”

“Yes, Mom, I did. And it’s getting late so we should really get going, say goodbye buddy—”

“Wait! I didn’t show them my snakes!” Chris rifles through his backpack underneath the coffee table, yanking out a folder and flipping through it until he finds the drawings he and Buck worked on. He holds them up triumphantly, angling them so his grandparents could see. “Buck helped me with them!”

“And Buck is…”

“Dad, you know who Buck is. My friend that owns the tattoo shop?” He tries not to ignore how calling Buck his “friend” feels like a disservice to all that he really is, how it tastes like sand in his mouth.

“He’s an awesome artist,” Chris pipes in. “He has huge books in the shop of all the stuff he can do, and sometimes he lets me watch when he’s working!”

His parents blanche at that, and Eddie is really not prepared to have this argument right now. He and Chris had a great day together, a rare day when he wasn’t in the shop for any reason, leaving it in Hen’s more than capable hands. They had a lot of fun at the zoo, were getting ready for a Marvel double feature in their living room, and Eddie was in an honest-to-god good mood, for once not plagued by lingering stress or ambiguous sadness. He’s not about to let any outside judgements ruin that.

“I think it’s time to go. Chris, can you say goodnight and go get your pajamas on?” Chris waves as he grabs his crutches and heads to his room. Eddie turns back to say a quick goodbye, but his dad clears his throat before he can speak.

“You leave your son alone in a tattoo parlor?”

“He’s not alone, Dad, he’s with Buck and all the other adults that work there. Plus it’s only in a pinch.”

“Eddie, do you really think those are the kind of people you should be leaving Christopher with?” his mother asks, a look of contempt masked by concern on her face.

Eddie takes a slow breath in and out through his nose. No use in giving them more ammo by getting angry. “Just because you don’t like their business doesn’t mean they’re bad people.”

“We just want to make sure Christopher is—”

“He’s fine. He’s happy when he’s learning to draw with Buck. I’m not going to take that away from him just because you don’t like it. Now we have to go, we’ll talk to you later.” He hits the red end button before they can protest any further. He tips his head back to rest on the couch and scrubs a hand over his face, his good mood now tinged with prickly frustration.

He thinks his parents mean well, but they’ve always been forceful when it comes to Chris, especially after Shannon left. It’s like they knew, somehow, how lost Eddie was on his own, how scared he was that every little thing he did was setting Chris up for failure, and took every opportunity to fix something he was doing or tell him he was wrong. That he didn’t actually know what Chris needed since he had been gone for so long. 

Eventually, Eddie started believing them.

But when Mrs. Negrelli gave him the money to start his own shop, he didn’t just see it as a fresh start for himself, but for Chris too. Eddie would be able to take them anywhere, away from the looming disappointment of his parents, and give himself the opportunity to figure out how to best be the dad that Chris needed. And if the past year is any indication, he knows he made the right choice, a credit he isn’t usually able to give himself. He’s not perfect, still second guesses himself constantly, but Chris gets invited to birthday parties and sleepovers and gets As on his report card, so something must be working.

Chris comes back from his room, Spider-Man pajamas on, handing Eddie the remote to queue up the first movie. He’s happily chattering about all the cool things Spider-Man’s costume does in the movie, and as he settles into Eddies’s side, head resting on his chest, Eddie feels the prickliness subside, replaced by the contentment he only ever feels around his son.

They’re good here. Chris is happy here. That’s all that matters to Eddie.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sundays are Eddie’s favorite days in the shop — traffic is usually slow, so he has time to plan out orders for the rest of the week and make sure their inventory is in check. It’s a little monotonous, but it eats up about four hours of time and gives him a break from any real thinking, so he feels almost relaxed by the time he’s done stocking cases. He has the added bonus of Chris and Buck’s conversation in the back room as background noise, interspersed with the occasional yell and slap of the table and Buck teaches him a new card game. The melody of Chris’s laugh and the harmony of their voices soothes him even more than usual, quiets some of the lingering annoyance from his call with his parents.

As he heads into the back room to grab the last boxes of peonies, Chris beckons him over to the table where he and Buck have been stationed since breakfast. It’s become a bit of a tradition: Buck brings muffins or bagels from Bobby and Athena’s bakery on Sundays and hangs out until the afternoons when his earliest appointments are scheduled (I refuse to tattoo anyone while they’re hungover from Saturday, Eddie. It’s not good for them and the extra complaining is certainly not good for me.). 

Maybe that’s another reason Sundays are his favorite days. Add that to the list of secret feelings involving Buck that are following him to the grave.

“Dad! Look, I colored Buck’s skull purple!” Chris says as Eddie comes behind his chair, bracketing him in with his arms on the table. Chris giggles as Eddie kisses the top of his head, leaning over him for a closer look. Buck’s latest tattoo is indeed a bright shade of purple, the roses surrounding it colored in blue.

“I told him I like cooler colors and he ran with it,” Buck says. Eddie’s eyes shift to Buck’s face, and he feels his heart stutter when he sees the soft, fond smile directed at Chris. It stutters again when Buck’s eyes meet his, that familiar warmth settling over him as Buck’s smile gets bigger, and he feels good enough, relaxed enough, that it actually soaks into his skin. Buck’s gaze flits down to Eddie’s arm where it’s still bracketing Chris, a crease appearing right between his eyebrows. The urge to lean over and kiss it away is unbelievably sudden and strong, and Eddie silently congratulates himself for keeping it together.

“Your ink looks a little faded there, Eds. I can fix it up for you, if you want.”

Eddie looks at the script on his arm, twisting it back and forth to see the whole thing. Buck’s right, the ink does look duller. Makes sense for a tattoo he got on his 18th birthday that he definitely didn’t take care of properly. 

Fortalecer la mente y superar el cuerpo. Strengthen the mind and overcome the body. When he was young and invincible, that seemed like all he needed. A clear head, clear purpose, clear desires, and he’d be able to do anything he wanted. If he followed the rules and did everything right, he’d get a happy ending.

But, once again, it hadn’t been enough. And now, looking at that tattoo just reminds him of the ways he’s failed. How he hasn’t been able to make his mind into anything resembling strong, how there are days when he’s so weak even basic functions take too much effort. How a happy ending is feels so far away he can’t remember what one even looks like.

He shrugs, hand rubbing the tattoo unconsciously. “Maybe, I kinda just want to let this one fade out though. Maybe get a different one somewhere else.”

“Well, my offer of a free tattoo still stands, just name the day.” Buck says. 

Chris gasps and twists around in his seat, eyes bright with excitement. “Can I help you pick it out? Can I draw it? I’m good at lots of stuff now, and Buck can help!”

And he’s not sure what it is — the smile on Chris’s face at the idea, Buck’s matching one, the lingering frustration with his parents transforming into rebellion (something he hasn’t felt since he last got a tattoo), or a combination of the three. But before he can think too hard about it, he hears himself saying:

“You know what? Why not. I’ll get another tattoo, and you guys can design it.”

They cheer and high five each other, Chris hugging Eddie tight around the middle.

“But,” Eddie says, “I do want final approval. And no cartoon characters.”

“I promise, Dad, it’ll be the best tattoo ever!” Chris grabs his nearby notebook and starts doodling, chattering happily about what he thinks will look good. Buck catches his eye again and winks, and Eddie’s returning smile is the easiest it’s ever been.

He grabs the boxes he came back for and goes to the front, still smiling as he hears Buck and Chris very seriously discuss the details of what Eddie should get. He’s not nervous, really, but he does say a silent prayer to whoever is listening that they don’t pick something too big or too bold. He loves them both, but not that much.

~~~~~~~~~~

They take about a week to design it and are so secretive they might as well be planning a jewel heist. It seems like every time Eddie walks into a room, they’re there with their heads pressed together, whispering over sheets of paper and pens. When Eddie tries to sneak a peek, they quickly hide everything away so he can’t see. Buck throws his whole body on the table at one point just to cover up the sketches.

Again, he’s not nervous. But the anticipation does start to get to him.

Finally, after a busy Saturday full of wedding deliveries, they announce that the design is complete, and Eddie is scheduled at Armageddon the following Friday evening. Chris already has a sleepover with Denny that night and won’t be able to come, but he makes Eddie double pinky promise to send pictures to Hen as soon as it’s done. 

It’s Friday now, and Eddie is all set up at Buck’s station in the back of the shop, waiting to see the final product of Buck and Chris’s hard work. He is a little nervous now, but he mostly blames that on Buck, who keeps looking over the sketchpad, pen in hand like he wants to make last minute changes, or like something isn’t quite right.

“Just show me, Buck,” Eddie says after a few minutes of watching Buck bite his lip in worry. Whatever the design is, he’s sure he’ll love it, if for no other reason than because of the two people who made it.

“Okay, okay. You can be honest if you don’t like it, but I think you’re gonna like it.”

He flips the paper over, turning it towards Eddie. It’s a crescent of flowers, an unfinished wreath, featuring moonflowers, Eddie’s favorite, with their starburst centers spiraling open, and ox-eye daisies, which he knows Chris loves. Sprigs of lavender and thyme fill in the gaps, and there’s a small bee floating around the center. It’s beautiful and a little chaotic, but it’s perfect. Reminders of his son and peace and courage that he’ll be able to carry with him always, that he’ll be able to look at when he forgets that he is capable of bravery or deserving of peace. He stares at the sketch, taking in every detail, for who knows how long. Buck clears his throat to get his attention.

“Chris thought the daisies and moonflowers would look good together, and they’re both white so no need for color. I thought the herbs would be nicer than just plain leaves. And he wanted it in a ‘C’ shape, you know, for Christopher.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “And the bee?”

“Chris thought that would be cute, too, but you can nix that if you want.” There’s a faint blush dusting Buck’s cheeks as his eyes track down to the bee in question. “So, what do you think? Any major changes? You can tell me if you hate it, I won’t tell Chris.”

He looks up and Buck’s eyes are excited and worried all at once. Eddie would do anything to take the worry away, but at least this time it’s an easy fix.

“I don’t hate it, it’s perfect,” he says, handing the sketch back to Buck and settling back in the chair. “Let’s do this.”

Buck smiles brightly as he grabs an antiseptic wipe, holding Eddie’s right arm steady as he wipes down the area just below his elbow crease where the tattoo will go. Eddie knew he wanted it there as soon as he’d agreed to get one — he’d be able to see it easily when he needed to, and he liked that it matched the placement of his current one, would almost be replacing it if the words ever fully faded away. Once it’s cleaned, Buck puts a temporary transfer of the design there to trace over, starts up the tattoo machine, and loads the ink. The low buzzing of the machine mixes with the music playing and soft conversation coming from other clients in the shop, washing over Eddie like white noise.

Buck takes his arm again, machine in hand, and locks his eyes on Eddie. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“You can yell if it hurts too bad, just try not to pass out.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, says “It’ll be—” before cutting off with an involuntary hiss as the needle touches his skin. Buck snorts, and Eddie does his best to glare but feels it fall short.

He hadn’t worried about the pain — he vaguely remembered the sensation of being stabbed over and over again and didn’t remember it hurting that bad. He had also been shot before, so he figured he’d be able to handle it.

What he hadn’t taken into account was that for the next two hours or so, he and Buck would be very close together, close enough that Eddie can feel Buck’s breath on his arm as he traces over the outline, feels his strong hand on his wrist as he keeps Eddie from twitching. He had never been this close to Buck, had never allowed himself to be, and now that he is, he’s not sure how to act. He tries to look anywhere else, takes in the art on the wall, watches the other clients with Maddie and Chimney. He tries to make a to-do list for the weekend in his head, go over the things Chris will need for school next week, mentally figure out the designs for next week’s orders.

It’s all in vain, though, because no matter what, his eyes always drift back to Buck. From here, he can take in everything, and for once, he lets himself, because who knows when he’ll have this opportunity again. 

Buck’s brow is furrowed in concentration, blue eyes dark as they focus. He can almost count every eyelash, and his birthmark stands out even more than usual, almost glowing under the fluorescent lights. Eddie itches to reach out and touch it, feel how soft he imagines Buck’s skin to be under his fingertips. His cheekbones and jawline are sharp and beautiful, and Eddie wonders again how anyone could resist them. How someone could look at this man, have even one conversation with him, and decide they didn’t want more. He’s biting his lip as he finishes the first moonflower, and it turns and even darker pink as he releases it. Eddie gets a little lost imagining how those lips would feel on his, how gentle and warm and good. He imagines feeling them on his shoulder as they wake up on a Saturday morning, sees them laughing as they both make breakfast, trading kisses as they go. He wants to taste them, feel them moving down his neck, down his chest, wrapping around his—

He inhales quickly and shakes his head, because this is not the time nor the place to go down that particular road. Thankfully, Buck’s still in his own little world, eyes never leaving Eddie’s arm. He must mistake Eddie’s movement for discomfort, because he moves his free hand down from his wrist until they’re holding hands, Buck’s thumb moving slowly back and forth in comfort.

“You can squeeze if it hurts too bad,” he mutters, still not looking up. Thank god too, because Eddie can feel his face go bright red and his heart start working overtime.

The first pass takes about an hour, and they take a break so Eddie can stretch his legs and Buck can get more ink. There’s still some detailing left to do, but Eddie already can’t stop staring at the tattoo. It looks even better than the sketch, and having a tribute to his son literally branded on his skin fills a fiercely paternal part of him like nothing else ever has. There’s also a smug part that’s still 17 years old and can’t wait to see the looks on his parents’ faces when they have their next video call.

Buck finishes getting set up again and Eddie settles back in the chair. It’s quieter now — they’re the only two on the floor, Maddie and Chimney having finished up and moved to the back room, and the music playing over the speakers is something slower, stripped down, seems to filter into the room and soften all the hard edges of the world. Buck catches his eye from where he’s sitting, asking silent permission to start. Eddie nods, and he feels his heart swell when Buck automatically grabs his hand again. 

He’s got maybe 45 more minutes in this proximity to Buck, and he takes full advantage: notes the way his curls are starting to fall loose after a long day, tries to catalogue each shift of his face, every twitch of concentration, the shadow of his stubble growing in. Getting to study him like this — memorize the details of the beautiful face that houses an even more beautiful soul — makes all the feelings Eddie’s been trying to fight for months now bubble to the surface, fizzing inside of him like pop bubbles. 

But there’s a chill that settles in as well, because despite his heart desperately pulling him towards this man, he reminds himself once again that he can’t have this. He can’t let himself have this, can’t do that to Buck. He’s supposed to be forgetting about his feelings, releasing them so they can both be happy — Buck with someone who deserves him and Eddie...alone. With Chris, but still. Alone. And now he has to wrestle with that while a slide show of Buck’s every facial feature plays through his head on a likely infinite loop.

He can’t forget as easily as he thought. If he’s honest, there’s a small, hopeful part of himself that doesn’t want to forget, that never wanted to forget, and it’s getting louder and harder to ignore with each passing minute.

“Done!” Buck says as he turns off the machine and wipes away the last of the excess ink. Eddie looks at the finished product, a soft smile settling on his lips. He looks up and sees Buck watching him, looking hopeful. “What do you think?”

Eddie’s finger hovers over a daisy reverently. “It’s beautiful,” he whispers, smile spreading as he meets Buck’s eye again. “Thank you, Buck.”

Buck returns the smile, squeezing Eddie’s hand where they’re still clasped together, neither of them moving to let go. They’re still in each other’s bubble, close enough that Eddie can still count Buck’s eyelashes, and he watches Buck watch him for a moment. His eyes roam his face like he too is cataloging Eddie from here, and that hopeful voice is convincing him that from where they’re sitting, it’d be so easy to lean in and confirm exactly what Buck tastes like, how his lips would feel under his own. Just six inches away from allowing himself to be happy, because he can’t imagine being anything else with Buck.

His phone goes off from his pocket, immediately bursting the bubble, both of them flinching as the loud trill fills the shop. They both know it’s Chris, but he still looks at Buck apologetically, like it’s his fault for shattering whatever atmosphere they’d just been living in. Buck just waves toward the phone, squeezing his hand one more time before letting go to clean up his station. He talks to Chris for a bit, showing him the tattoo from every angle, and Chris talks to Buck as well, gushing about what a great job Buck did. Buck blushes at the praise, and that tug of want pulls at Eddie again.

They hang up and Eddie gathers his things while listening to Buck’s strict aftercare instructions, both heading to the front door so Buck can lock up. 

“Are you sure I can’t pay you?” Eddie asks.

“I told you it was on the house and I meant that. Plus it’s nice to work on someone I actually care about.”

Eddie feels his face get warm, hopes the neon lights in the window are bright enough to cover it up. It gets warmer as they continue looking at each other, neither willing to break their little bubble again. He thinks he sees Buck move more toward him, like he wants to get closer, but he stops himself before following through, leaning back on his heels instead, looking sheepish.

“Goodnight, Eddie. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Eddie waves as he leaves, stepping into the cool night to walk back to the apartment. He keeps glancing down at his arm on the walk and while he’s getting ready for bed, thinking of the care Chris and Buck both put into creating it. That small voice in his head keeps nagging him, saying Buck wouldn’t do something like this, something this personal, for just anyone. He complains about his clients enough for Eddie to know that’s true.

Maybe the voice is on to something. As he falls asleep, Eddie lets himself think that maybe, maybe, on top of everything, on top of two years of friendship and flowers and looks that make Eddie’s insides flutter, maybe these feelings he’s been trying to ignore aren’t as one sided as he thought.

Maybe he has a chance.

[drawlfoy]

The Wonders of Ohio P.1

masterlist request guidelines okay i keep saying i’m on a hiatus and i literally start like 7 series kill me now

pairing: draco x muggle!reader

request: requested from my 14 year old brain...and her wattpad account...

summary: american high school senior y/n is roped into hosting a british exchange student, and something doesn’t seem quite right.

a/n: i wanted to do some country other than mine but it wouldn’t make sense for him to be sent to a UK family (wayy too close) and also i don’t want to assume things about a culture i am not a part of. so. yeah. sorry for this being such an ameri-centric blog, i’d like to change that but for now this is my guilty pleasure self-insert fic, along with all my fellow muggle high school seniors out here.

warnings: language. intense americanness. god i hate america

tags!!! i love you all so dearly wtf @accio-rogers @eltanin-malfoy @geeksareunique

music recs: orinoco flow from enya ( i know it’s a meme shhh it fits the scene i have of draco entering the us so well)

word count: 2,174

also: i’ll be writing the entirety of this from y/n’s point of view...i’m giving draco a rest

“So...his parents are worried about his safety in England?” Y/N shifted in her car seat, wincing as the hot leather scorched her bare arms.

“They weren’t entirely clear on it,” her mother said. She had just pushed the key into the ignition, and hot air was blasting out of the AC at an uncomfortable rate. “I’m sure you read the news about the poor people who were going missing over there...and he seems to be from a well-off family who can afford this kind of venture...”

“Did you ever tell me his name?”

“Draco Malfoy.”

Y/N nearly spat out the sip of water she had just taken, spinning around to stare at his mom. “Draco? What kind of name is that?”

“Sweetheart, be nice now,” she reprimanded, giving her a stern look. “It seems as though this family has been through a lot. I remember them mentioning something about being political targets.”

“That’s funny. I don’t remember reading anything about the Malfoy family in BBC or anything.” Y/N frowned and set her water bottle in the cup holder, turning away to watch the scenery of her state pass by.

“Perhaps it’s confidential,” her mother said. “It’s best that we don’t pressure him too much. It’s just our job to make him comfortable for a year, that’s all.”

“That’s all? You want me to give up my senior year to make some random rich boy comfortable?”

“Y/N,” her mother warned. “You’ll be civil. I know it’s strange, but I can assure you that he’ll find his own group of friends after the first week or so of school. He’ll be like a brother.”

“I can only try.” Y/N glanced up at the clock in the car, noticing that it was already 10 past 4. “Aren’t we a bit late? I thought that the program said that they wanted us at the pick-up point at 4.”

“Did they?” Mrs. Y/L/N seemed hardly concerned. “I don’t think that it’ll matter. This is an exchange program after all, you remember how they were last year in the summer. The bus didn’t even show up with all the kids until half past the hour. Speaking of which, did you happen to bring the sign?”

“How could I have made a sign with his name on it if I didn’t know what it was, Mom?”

Her mother swore under her breath, her eyes darting around the car. “You’re right. I completely forgot to tell you, you know, with the PTA meeting and everything last night...”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N mumbled. “It was a real rager.”

“Do we have any paper in here?” Mrs. Y/L/N began opening the glove department and sorting through it.

“Mom! I’ll do it! Keep your eyes on the road, please!” Pushing her mother’s hands away, she began going through it. There was nothing but a crumpled napkin, a “Wonders of Ohio” pamphlet, and a slightly dried EXPO dry-erase marker.

“Yeah, we have some,” Y/N muttered, uncapping the EXPO marker and writing the words “Welcome Draco!” on the unfolded tour pamphlet.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Maybe if the PTA bake sale meeting wasn’t so crazy, we’d be in a different situation right now.” Y/N broke into a fit of laughter, leading her mother to do the same. “I swear. He’s not gonna want to come home with us. I think he’d probably take being a political target over going home with rednecks like us.”

“You’re bad, Y/N.”

Their conversation was cut short as they arrived in a school parking lot that Y/N had been in many times to pick up exchange students for the summer. Today, it was a bit different. The crispier fall air had turned the leaves orange and red, each color illuminated brightly by the sun, which was now hitting the earth at a sharper angle.

And, most curious of all, there was only one car in the parking lot.

“See, I told you that they wouldn’t be here yet,” her mother said, motioning to the empty lot.

“But...aren’t there usually coordinators? And other parents?”

Something was beginning to feel...off.

“Well...I suppose so,” she said, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Yes, I guess this is a bit unusual.”

Their confusion only grew as they pulled into the closest parking space to the front. No one was there to greet them, which was very odd. Normally there were some adults who organized the exchange program set up a refreshments table and supplied sign building equipment in the case that you had forgotten...but today, things were different.

“Maybe year-long exchanges are just different?” Y/N suggested as they both stepped out of the car and made their way to the waiting area.

“I don’t see why they would be,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, frowning. “However, I think that this is being done by a third party program. Shannon told me that while our usual program was helping, a different one was doing most of the diplomatic and visa work.”

The two waited for about two minutes in silence. Y/N had folded and unfolded her “Welcome Draco” sign probably around 6 times before a pop rang out, loud enough to startle her.

“What was that?” she yelped, turning to see her mother just as concerned. 

“I don’t know, doll. Maybe someone is having...car troubles?” 

Y/N knew that that wasn’t true, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she was more focused on the two two tall figures walking towards them on the street. One had a certified dad body, tall with a broad chest that was only accentuated by a strange button-up with flamingos on it (and a sports jacket?). The man’s hair was what stood out most of all: a shock of carrot orange hair, nearly identical to the turning leaves around him. A very strange tri-cornered Revolutionary style hat was perched on top of his head.

His companion was taller but wiry, clad in long dark green cloak that flowed in the wind. As they got closer, Y/N realized how ridiculous the guy looked. His hair was a startling white blonde, but he had the face of someone around her age.

“Hello!” 

The older man stopped halfway through the parking lot, waving and grinning at Y/N and her mother. They both waved back, trading glances of amusement.

“Hi?” Y/N raised her voice. “Do you need help?”

The man’s face split even further into a grin. “Are you the Y/L/N family?” His voice had turned into a yell to battle the sound of a car alarm that had sounded just a few streets over. 

“What was that? You need to come closer,” Mrs. Y/L/N yelled back, motioning for them to approach. The man sent the blonde boy a pleased look, almost as if to say “see? That wasn’t too hard”. They began walking, but the carrot haired man seemed especially fascinated with the other car that was parked by them. He froze in the lot, staring at the white Subaru, mesmerized as the brake lights turned on and the car began to ease back--right in their direction.

“Oh my god...he’s gonna get hit, Mom!” They shared a concerned look before they both cupped their hands to their mouths.

“Sir, you need to move! That car’s going to hit you!” 

They watched in horror as the Subaru slowly eased out of the parking lot, getting within a foot of the man before the blonde boy yanked him out of the way. Y/N could’ve sworn she heard the man say “Marvelous! Just fascinating!”.

“Jesus Christ, Mom, do you think they’re methheads or something?” Y/N made sure to drop her voice to a hushed whisper, worriedly turning towards her. “Should we get in the car and go? What if they’re going to kill us?”

“You’re too overdramatic,” Mrs. Y/L/N reprimanded...but Y/N could see how she was turning her car keys over and over in her hands. “If they come close and making strange advances, then we run, okay?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N said, her voice weak as the two men stepped up onto the curb and began to get within earshot.

“Are you the Y/L/N family?” the man asked. His British accent shocked Y/N, and suddenly it all made sense.

“Yes, that’s us,” her mother said. 

Now that they were closer, Y/N got a good look at the boy in the green cloak. His features were sharply aristocratic, with a nose that looked like it belonged on a statue out of the Renaissance. She felt him looking her over with the same amount of intensity and immediately crumpled up her Wonders of Ohio pamphlet, shoving it into her pocket. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man said. “I’m Arthur Weasley. This is Draco Malfoy.” 

The boy’s scowl only deepened once Mr. Weasley nudged him forward with his elbow. “Say hello, Draco,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes carrying a degree of desperation. 

“Hello.” His voice was cold and uninterested, just like the weight of his gaze. 

“I’m Y/N,” she offered, throwing on a forced smile. “And this is my mother, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You can call me whatever you’d like, Y/N, even Mom if that’s what you prefer,” Mrs. L/N said. Draco visibly winced at that. 

“Mrs. L/N is fine with me.” 

Y/N cringed at the painful amount of awkwardness. “Where’s your stuff, Draco?” 

Before he could answer, Mr. Weasley jumped in, unfolding a piece of paper and reading it verbatim. “Mr. Malfoy’s luggage is having some trouble getting through cus...customs? Customs. His items will arrive at your place of residence shortly.”

“Did you try to sneak a musket in here to win back the US for the British crown or something?” Y/N couldn’t help but let a snicker slip through. Mr. Weasley seemed to pick up that she’d attempted to make a joke and bellowed a laugh while Draco simply stared her down.

“No.” 

“This is going to be so much fun,” her mother exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “If there’s nothing more to do, we can go ahead and head home. I’m sure you want to rest, Draco.”

Y/N noticed that he flinched every time his name was uttered, and this time was no exception. 

Silence ensued until Mr. Weasley decided to break it. “Sounds like a splendid plan. Feel free to owl--contact me if you need anything, or if Mr. Malfoy here misbehaves in...” He paused to send a glare to Draco, “...any way. The Ministry can’t thank you enough for your help.”

With that, he turned and walked around the corner of the building in the opposite way he came, leaving Draco to stand awkwardly in front of them. Despite his expensive appearance and haughty attitude, it was clear that he didn’t know what to do with his right hand as he kept tucking and untucking it from his pocket. 

“Didn’t you guys come from a different direction?” Mrs. Y/L/N puzzled, staring back in the direction they came. A loud pop rang out once more.

“That’s very odd,” Y/N commented. She could tell that Draco was frozen up, his left hand curled up into a fist. “No matter. Let’s get you home. I call shotgun.”

“Y/N, no, he gets shotgun,” her mother corrected, walking towards their car. Draco trailed behind them with a very confused expression on his face. 

‘Fine, fine,” she moaned, flinging open the backseat. Once they had settled in--she had noticed that Draco took a fair bit of time to buckle his seat-belt--Y/N leaned forward over the console to look at him. “Do they not have cars in England or something?”

“Y/N!” 

Y/N ignored her mother’s shocked comment and looked at him expectantly. 

“You could say that,” he muttered, refusing to make eye contact with her and choosing to look out the window at the passing trees instead. 

“You have a very cool accent,” Y/N pushed, moving over to sit in the middle. “What part of the UK are you from? I’ve never been able to match an accent to a region.”

Draco shrugged. “You wouldn’t know the place.”

“Try me.”

“Y/N, leave the boy alone,” her mother interrupted, moving her hand to push her back from the console. “He’s had a long day of traveling and he’s tired.”

“What time was your flight this morning?”

“Y/N!” 

“I’m sorry,” she said, only partly meaning it. “I’ll stop. I’m really doing wonders for the loud American stereotype, huh?”

He made a sound that seemed like he agreed and rested his head on the window. From her vantage point, she could see that there were no dark roots in his hair, meaning that his color had to either be completely natural or just dyed. She mentally made a note to ask him about that later. While she couldn’t believe it, it seemed like his hair had to be natural: the strands looked so silky from where she was, with no frizz and a light gleam to it. 

She flopped back into her seat, casting her eyes up to the sky. 

This was going to be a long year.

final a/n: i’m so bad at managing my time...oh my god....please help...also i promise there’ll be more of this. i promise i literally love this story and also i’m not from ohio so if i get something very wrong about ohio then i’m very sorry to all my ohioan readers <333333

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 55)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3554

Warnings: Language, infinity war plot,death, destruction of Asgard, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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You, Loki, and Thor were in Asgard for a few months after the Sokovian Accords situation. Odin’s health was failing, the doctors all assured it was the end of his life. Odin made amends with Loki, telling him he failed him, loved him, and had so many regrets, he couldn’t name them all. Just before he passed, he informed you all of a threat -- their sister -- Hela. When Odin died, nothing was there to hold off Hela and she stormed into Asgard. You managed to get to Earth and ask for Bruce’s help. Shannon and Tony were on a second honeymoon and you didn’t want to bother them. Tony had gotten her out on house arrest, and after one year, they lifted the sentence and she was now free.

Together, all of you fought her, and you won. She died. But in doing so, Asgard was lost - all of it.

It was scary, and dangerous, and at one point you weren’t sure Loki would make it back to you, but on the ship, he found you in Thor’s chambers, stating he was there and you ran to him, relieved beyond words.

For now, Asgard had no place to call home. No place to set down roots. So you all set out in a ship, vowing to find your people a home -- when a large ship rose up in front of you, making your blood run cold. You’d seen that ship.

Instinctively, you clinged to Loki.  

“Loki,” you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Horror ripped through you at the sight of that ship.

“I know,” he replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty.

Thor commanded his pilot to broadcast that the ship didn’t have any soldiers aboard, only civilians, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly, Thanos opened fire on the ship.

You tried to do what you could to save the people, protect them, but Thanos and his team stormed the ship. You ordered Valkyrie to get them to Earth. In what seemed like seconds, the ship was obliterated while his team killed people. You begged them not to, but Thanos's army was merciless. When you tried to attack them, Ebony Maw tried to throw you to the ground but you fought back.  

You all but snarled as you forced him back with your purple electric energy.

“I’m not that same enslaved girl anymore, Maw,” you retorted as his face morphed into an angered expression. You continued to push him back, one hand using your power to push, the other one raising a piece of debris to hit him with. But he was quicker. He picked up something big from behind you and launched it at your back, knocking you forward. He tried to pin you down with the object using his power but you pushed yourself up with yours, knocking it off of you.

“You’re quite the nuisance. We should’ve killed you back on Sanctuary.”

“You would’ve failed,” you promised. You grabbed two pieces of debris and charged them quickly, launching them at his head. He deflected them but as soon as they were out of his view you threw a ball of energy at him, knocking him back.

You wrapped your energy around his neck, a trail of purple light from his neck to your hand. You intensified the power on him, wrapping it further. His oxygen was cutting off quickly. He tried to lift debris to throw at you but you forced his hand down to his side and formed a force field around you.

“If you want him to live, you’ll stop,” Thanos suddenly said from behind you. You kept Maw in a chokehold before turning to see what Thanos had to bargain with.

Loki.

Thanos had him by the throat, his giant hand squeezing. Loki’s face was turning purple as he struggled, his legs kicking.

Dread, failure, and heartbreak filled your body as you saw him. In your heart you knew giving up might mean Thanos victory, but you couldn’t let him kill Loki. You just couldn’t. Perhaps the Avengers stop him.

You let Maw go, feebly dropping your hand. Thanos let Loki go and he fell on all fours, before going to touch his neck. He coughed a few times and you rushed to him.

Thanos began walking amongst the bodies of your friends, members of a community you loved. You glared at him, rage in your heart as tears streaked down your face.

“I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right... yet to fail, nonetheless. It's frightening. Turns the legs to jelly. I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here. Or should I say... I AM.”

“You’re a monster,” you said to him as he walked towards you, your fists clenched, purple energy floating around your knuckles.

“Better than a failure,” he remarked coolly.

“Are you that blinded by your own mission? I purposely stopped what I was doing. Despite all your brainwashing, despite all your threats and effort to get me to hurt the people I love, I didn’t do it. Not for anyone, especially you.”

“You should be thanking me,” he remarked, almost offended as he finally came to a stop before you, his hand reaching toward your chin. “I gave you that power that flows inside you. I made you strong. You were weak before I--”

“Before you tortured me? Twisted my memories? I have news for you, Thanos, it’s you who failed. You tried to make me a weapon, you tried to break Loki. Read my lips: It… Didn’t… Work.”

“Enough talking. Where’s the Tesseract?” he asked.

“We don’t have it. It was destroyed on Asgard,” Thor answered, blood dripping from his lip.

“I told you you’d fail,” you said, laughing before Ebony Maw used nearby debris to wrap around your mouth, silencing you. You could’ve gotten it off, but to what end? If you went back to fighting Maw, or even Thanos, there were only four of you that could do any damage. Maw and Thanos would be busy trying to stop you, while Loki and Thor would be blocked by Cull, Proxima, and Corvus. The odds were not in your favor right now. You could probably kill Thanos but not with the way the odds were stacked. You needed someone to keep everyone else busy while you went after him.

“It’s here,” Thanos said. He took a step beside you, Thor on the other side of him. Suddenly he was facing Loki. You had no idea he was so close. “The Tesseract, or their heads. I assume you have a preference.”

“Oh, I do, kill away,” Loki said, hoping to call his bluff.

But it wasn’t a bluff, Loki should’ve known this.

Thanos activated the Power Stone on his gauntlet and it surged into you and Thor, making both of you cry out. It felt like 10,000 volts of fire and power hit your body. You didn’t beg for him to stop it though. You knew the kind of danger, destruction, devastation he would cause if he got all of the stones.

Finally, Loki screamed for him to stop and he did.

Suddenly, Loki looked at you with a look of apology before letting the Tesseract appear in his hand. Betrayal lashed through you like a spear.

“I assure you, both... the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” Thanos commented.

“Well, for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another... we have a Hulk.”

With that, he jumped and grabbed both you and Thor and rolled you all out of the way of Hulk. At first, it seemed as if Hulk had the upper hand.

Loki gathered you in his arms. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry. I thought he wouldn’t do it.”

You peered at him, forgiving him instantly. You nodded, your mouth still bound by debris.

The two of you flashed your attention to Hulk, where the odds had turned against him. Thanos threw him into the ground, hard. The hope you had for a moment went crashing to the ground with him.  

“Loki! Get out of here!” Thor shouted.

“Brother--”

“Now! Heimdall!” Thor yelled and suddenly Heimdall’s hand lifted and a rainbow light surrounded you, Loki, and Bruce.

Your eyes widened as you tried to get to Thor but Loki held you back, holding you in the portal.

A minute later, you were crashing into the sanctum in New York where Stephen was. The three of you groaned as you got up. Stephen helped you three out of the debris.

“Y/N?” Strange breathed as stared at you. “What the hell is on your mouth?” He waved his arms and suddenly the magic that exuded from his fingers made the gag on your mouth fall off.

“Thanos...he’s coming,” you breathed out as you stared up at Stephen.

He frowned at you. “Who?”

“We need to get Tony and Shannon,” you said. You couldn’t think. You knew if you stopped to think about this, about any of it, you’d fall to pieces.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asked, confused.

“Get me Tony and Shannon, and I'll explain everything.”

He nodded, opening a portal to find Tony and Shannon. They were jogging in the park.

“Tony Stark?” he greeted. “Shannon, you--”

Bruce and you stepped out from behind Stephen.

“Bruce, Y/N/N? What--” Shannon asked before Bruce fell into Tony’s arms and you fell into Shannon’s.

Stephen asked the two of them to come with him and all of you were in the sanctum, talking about the impending threat.

“He’s coming? Here?” Shannon asked, worry in her tone.

“Yes. He just got the Space Stone,” you explained.

“So, what? Where’s Thor? How are you here?” Tony asked.

“Thor… He… He sent us away, to warn you all. Now, we need to get to Vision. Thanos can not get the mind stone. He already has two. Stephen, you need to lock down the time stone,” you ordered.

“It’s already got every unbreakable spell on it I could find,” he informed.

“Good. Thanos isn’t afraid of anything. He will stop at nothing to get these stones. Stephen, you can protect the time stone. Shannon, where is Vision?” you asked.

“We don’t know,” she said.

“What? How…” You frowned, entirely confused.

“He’s evolving,” Tony explained. “He turned off his transponder two weeks ago.”

“You lost him?” Bruce asked, shocked. “Tony!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Okay!” you yelled. “We do not have time for this. Who would know how to get to him? Does anyone know?”

“Steve Rogers might,” Tony stated and you sighed.

“Fuck. Alright… Shannon, you got his number?”

“Yeah, here,” she said, pulling out her phone.

“Okay I’ll get to--”

“Doc, you moving your hair?” Tony suddenly asked, noticing that his hair was slightly waving in a wind that was nonexistent.

“Not at the moment, no?” he said and all of you looked outside.

Commotion was stirring on the street. People were running, and it looked like there was a tornado as papers and small debris was flying through the air.

Your blood turned to ice in your veins. “They’re here,” you whispered as you stared outside in horror. “It’s one of his minions, coming to take the time stone, I just know it.” You turned to Shannon, your eyes firm on her as you commanded, “You all take care of this, we’ll get Vision. Stephen, portal me out of here, back to my apartment.”

He opened a portal and you walked into your apartment. It was several blocks from whatever was happening near the Sanctum.

“Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony pointed to the time stone.

“Might wanna use it.” Bands of spells readied around his forearms

A mechanical hum grew louder as Tony approached the intersection. As he turned the corner, he saw a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street. On the other side of the city on a school bus, the hairs on Peter Parker's arms stood up. He looked out the window and saw the ship.

“Ned, hey. I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter tapped his best friend in the seat in front of him.

“Holy shit! We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship!”

Students scrambled to the windows in the back to see the spaceship. Peter quickly slides on one of his Stark-made web shooters, and webs the emergency exit lever on the opposite side of the bus.

“What's the matter with you kids? You've never seen a spaceship before?” the bus driver asked.

Peter jumped out the window, clinging to the side of the bus and pulling on his mask before leaping over the side of the bridge, shooting a web-line and swinging free. He made his way hastily towards the ship.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders.”

“ Will do.”

Doctor Strange threw the Winds of Watoomb over Bleeker Street, and winked at Tony. The dust cleared. Tony was begrudgingly amused for a split second. Then Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian exited the ship by transmat.

“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to…”

“I'm sorry, Earth is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.”

Maw looked at Doctor Strange. “Stonekeeper--” he gestured to Tony “--does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself.” Magical shields were readied with his fists, stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

“It means get lost, Squidward!”

“He exhausts me.”

Cull Obsidian said two untranslated syllables

“Bring me the Stone.”

Cull Obsidian dropped his huge alien hammer and dragged it along as he obeys his brethren.

“Banner, you want a piece?” Tony inquired.

“No, not really, but when do I ever get what I want?” Bruce shot back half-heartedly.

“That's right,” Tony agreed.

Bruce attempted to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turned green was Bruce's neck.

“Been a while. Good to have you, buddy.”

“I just... I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man,” Bruce pleaded, fighting with his inner self/Hulk.

“Where's your guy?”

“I don't know. We've sort of been havin' a thing.”

“There's no time for a thing,” Tony shot back urgently.

“I know.”

Shannon cuts in. “Will you two stop that this isn’t the time nor the place to be doing that.”

“That's the thing right there. Let's go.”

Bruce gave out a loud grunt, but failed to release the Hulk. Doctor Strange stared at Tony and Bruce in disbelief.

“Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“What did I just say? What are you, 6?” She shook her head. “Focus or go.”

“Tony, I'm sorry.”  He started to stammer. “Either I can't or he won't—”

“Bruce, it’s okay. You don’t need to force it if it won’t happen okay?” she reassured the man next to her.

“It's okay. Hey, stand down.” Looking over to Wong, Tony requested, “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.”

“Please? We can take care of this”

“I have him.” He nodded his head.

“Damn it.” Bruce felt like he’s letting them down by not being able to hulk out

“Hey, hey, Banner relax, take a breath.” She stopped him from being agitated. “You both need a moment to breathe. You just got back.”

As Cull Obsidian approached the team, Tony donned his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grew a set of blasters that easily throw the Dwarf back to Maw, who gestured and deflected his massive companion into some cars.

“Where'd that come from?”

“It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth—”

“T.A.D.A.S.H.I, I need you to fly me a suit and an update on where Parker is,” Shannon said into her running jacket.

“Right away, Mrs. Stark. The young Mr. Parker is nearby with other students heading to a trip,” the AI responded.

In that moment, the suit showed up so that Shannon could use it knowing this was about to get rough.

“Dr. Banner, if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us....” Doctor Strange teleported Bruce to a nearby park along with half a taxi. Iron Man returned and joined the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cut it in half and let the pieces fly past him, untouched.

“Gotta get that stone outta here, now,” Tony ordered at Strange.

“It stays with me,” he insisted.

“Exactly. Bye.”

Iron Man flew through Ebony Maw's obstacle course but was cut short by Cull Obsidian's hammer, sending him through a building and into the park at high speed, plowing into the ground and fetching up against a tree.

“Tony, you okay? How we doing? Good? Bad?” Bruce asked as he jogged up.

“Really, really good. Really good. Do you plan on helping out?” Tony wondered.

“I'm trying. He won't come out.”

“Come on, Tony lay off him we have bigger fish to fry.” She pointed back to Maw. “Babe, lets go, tag team them.” She helped him get up and adjusted her suit and flew off.

The pair flew off to try and catch up to Maw but he was moving at a considerable speed. Shannon wasn’t able to move out of the way in time and was hit with one of the flying objects, leaving her to stop and control her breathing and heal herself. They were too far for her to try and catch up so she went back to look for Bruce and to find the others.

“Tony, be careful up there,” she called over the com.

“I know, babe.” He was interrupted but Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark what are we dealing with?”

“Kid, you see that guy?” Tony pointed to Stephen as he flew past. “That's the wizard. We need to get him back  before they can take him who knows where.”

“I'm on it, Mr. Stark. Hey, Mrs. Stark how are you?” He saw her back on the ground and waved.

Hearing her son’s voice brought in a panic. “Peter! What are you doing here? You should be on your trip.”

“I know, Mrs. Stark, but I thought I could help it looks like this is a big problem.”

“Peter, you listen to me, I need you to come back down here right now.”

Peter chased Ebony Maw, floating speedily and upright on a small platform of burbling debris leaving a deep rut in the streets, who in turn chases the Cloak-driven Doctor Strange through Manhattan; Maw attacked him, throwing a Rocket Mortgage billboard at the boy to be rid of him.

“Not cool!” he said as he untangled himself from his webs.

Maw bent all the utility poles in the path of the fleeing Cloak, finally snagging the loyal garment and ripping it loose of its master. Spider-Man scooped up Doctor Strange before he hit the pavement, but before he could get away with the unconscious Doctor Strange, a cone of blue light started pulling the man inexorably upwards. Parker grabbed a light pole to anchor himself, but Maw uprooted it, sending Doctor Strange, Cloak, and teenager on their way to his ship.

“Uhhh, Mr. Stark? I'm being beamed up!” Peter cried out.

“Hang on, kid.” Cull Obsidian's hammer doubled as a claw, pinning Tony to the ground and shorting his suit. As Obsidian jumped towards him, blades ready to end this fight, he was sent through a portal instead. The alien turns and leaps to return the same way, but Wong closes it rapidly -- only Obsidian's severed hand makes it back to the park. Bruce kicks the hand away with a noise of disgust.

“Tony, what’s going on? Where’s Peter?” she asked not being able to see where they had gone.

He flew towards the ship. “Give me a little juice, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the AI changes the two thrusters into a larger one. “Unlock 17-A, Pete, you gotta let go. I'm gonna catch you.”

“But you said save the wizard!”  He was gasping from lack of oxygen, pulling off his mask.“I can't breathe!”

“You're too high up. You're running out of air.” He looked to see where exactly he was. “Babe, it’s okay I’ve got the kid.”

“Yeah! That makes sense.” Peter passed out, free-falling, but not for long before the pod reached him. It attached itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit. Now being able to breathe, he lands on the bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!”

Tony smiled hearing his comment. “Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.”

“Yep.”

A large parachute extended from the new suit, snatching Spider-Man free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth.

“OH, COME ON!” Peter yelled furiously but managed to cling onto the ship with his web and got in, unbeknownst to Tony and Shannon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[manunkinda]

So, I’m watching the Heathers 2018 reboot to take notes. I plan to do a video essay after I finish the series.

I regret starting this.

Anyway, here are a few my notes so far.

Heathers (2018) Notes:

⁃ I can’t believe I’m paying for this shit.

⁃ Wait, why is the pilot TV-14 when everything else is TV-MA?

⁃ Also, every single title of each episode is a quote from the movie. I don’t think “Hot probs” was though? Unless I’m missing something? I’ll have to watch the movie AND the musical after this to cleanse my brain.

⁃ Also why is the second episode $20 for HD?

⁃ THE RED SCRUNCHIE. SHANNON DORHERTY (who played Heather Duke in the original) IS IN THIS.

⁃ Yup, Shannon plays his mom. She’s waving and he’s waving back.

⁃ What the hell is this intro?

⁃ [ethereal electronic music]

⁃ Okay, so this is Veronica... Who should really be a Heather.

⁃ I can’t stop laughing at the Khloe Kardashian quote.

⁃ [moody electronic music]

⁃ See, the thing is, is that Veronica had sturdy morals from the beginning. She had a sense of who she was, just not what she wanted. J.D. manipulated her into briefly losing her morals. So, it doesn’t make sense for Veronica to not know who she is.

⁃ I’m pretty sure you can’t ask a student if they’re a hermaphodite. Most colleges don’t care about that anyway.

⁃ Jason Dean’s in the background staring her down during the locker scene and they haven’t actually introduced him.

⁃ Betty’s in this apparently, but not Martha? Because since Chandler is plus-sized, that whole thing wouldn’t work anyway, right?

⁃ [moody finger snaps]

⁃ I can’t believe there’s a song where the lyrics are: “Picture this, I’m a bag of dicks.” “I will punch a baby bear in his shit.”

⁃ Okay, while I clearly appreciate LGBT+ and minority representation in the media, Heathers is the wrong story to use it. In this, the representation is villainized while two white people try to kill them off. That’s complete missing the mark and the lesson of the original, and hell, even the musical.

⁃ Chandler would get dress coded for that outfit. Middle finger choker AND those fishnets, yup.

⁃ “How Banana Republic.” whAT DOES THAT MEAN

⁃ KURT SEEING THE HEATHERS WITH RAM AND NOPING THE FUCK OUT OF THERE IS ME.

⁃ “Remington Squaws.” Look, Ram would also get dress coded for this.

⁃ Also, the reason why “mean girls” like the Heathers and the Plastics were popular is because they were nice to your face, and then would talk shit about you behind your back.

⁃ the finger snaps are rotting my brain already.

⁃ “I’m gonna get a soda.” Proceeds to get a bag of chips.

⁃ oh god JD approached Veronica. What the fuck are they saying by the way? “Meet the new boss?” WTF?

⁃ “I’m not a rebel, Veronica.” The original JD would disagree with that.

⁃ He ends up calling Veronica “my dear” within the first two minutes.

⁃ Heather Duke would be an interesting character if he wasn’t named Heather Duke.

⁃ snappy snack shack looks like a discount Snappy Snack Shack.

⁃ Heather McNamera with their teacher? In public? In the car? No one would be so obvious like that about banging their teacher.

⁃ “Great hummus, but I gotta Tesla.”

⁃ “Such an UGG boot latte sometimes.”

⁃ Did she and Jacob hook up in his car? Idk, all I see is leg and Veronica is checking Chandler’s insta. She did end up posting the pic of Ram in the Remington shirt, but I don’t think he was smiling.

⁃ “What is your father wound, Heather?”

⁃ Veronica just shoulder checked her, which honestly isn’t the same as throwing up on someone’s shoes.

⁃ Chandler got fake drain cleaner from an art thing all over her dress.

⁃ “Lick it up, fatty. Lick. It. Up.” Is nothing compared to the original line. Also, fat-phobic much?

⁃ “My dear” again. That’s twice now and it’s already getting old. The thing is, in the original, JD and Veronica never called each other pet names, except for one time. For JD, it was right before Veronica broke up with him. “Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.” And for Veronica, it was right before she shot JD in the boiler room. “You know what I want, babe? Cool guys like you out of my life.”

⁃ “Let’s snort Adderall, make out, and get slushies.”

⁃ So is Kurt actually gay in this or?

⁃ This JD and Veronica has no chemistry whatsoever.

⁃ I dare JD to throw a better party at the discount Snappy Snack Shack where the cashier won’t yell at you.

⁃ Also, this JD reminds me of Riverdale’s Jughead, but if his personality was the weirdo monologue.

⁃ Those are some weak ass slushies. They’re so watery.

⁃ I was not expecting the fucking bubble gun.

⁃ His dad collects Nazi stuff apparently. Big yikes.

⁃ What are the dolls in Chandler’s room? Why are they on her shelf like that and organized by skin color?

⁃ “Prince Harry me as revenge.”

⁃ Where was that table she fell into in the other shots?

⁃ He gave her the suicide pills by mistake, Big oops.

⁃ “I’m going to be experimenting with lesbianism in San Quentin instead of Sarah Lawrence.”

⁃ “That’s my girl.”

Director: Do a proud smile!

⁃ Duke posted the photo of McNamara with the teacher because they were arguing who would give the eulogy.

⁃ “Isn’t hating on someone for being a murderer equally as rude?” No, it’s not.

⁃ Why is JD wearing sunglasses inside? That just makes him even more guilty.

⁃ Betty is trying to stake her claim on Chandler’s position.

⁃ I honestly wouldn’t mind if the Heathers were Betty and these two girls originally.

⁃ “Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” THEY USED THE LINE and not in a great context.

⁃ And we meet JD’s dad.

⁃ Also, he’s using the Shake Weight and I can’t stop laughing. I’m so distracted by it.

⁃ “Well, son, your presence here has been lovely as usual, but if you don’t mind, my girlfriend and I would like to start having sexual intercourse now.” Right in front of my salad?

⁃ [somber bell music]

⁃ Heather Chandler’s still alive?! Holy shit! She’s been laying there the whole day. She would’ve been dead by now!

⁃ Oh gross, vomit.

⁃ And her phone’s blowing up. Pun intended.

[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Unforseen Chasm (Part 55)

Part 55 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3554 Warnings: Language, infinity war plot,death, destruction of Asgard, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

You, Loki, and Thor were in Asgard for a few months after the Sokovian Accords situation. Odin’s health was failing, the doctors all assured it was the end of his life. Odin made amends with Loki, telling him he failed him, loved him, and had so many regrets, he couldn’t name them all. Just before he passed, he informed you all of a threat -- their sister -- Hela. When Odin died, nothing was there to hold off Hela and she stormed into Asgard. You managed to get to Earth and ask for Bruce’s help. Shannon and Tony were on a second honeymoon and you didn’t want to bother them. Tony had gotten her out on house arrest, and after one year, they lifted the sentence and she was now free.

Together, all of you fought her, and you won. She died. But in doing so, Asgard was lost - all of it.

It was scary, and dangerous, and at one point you weren’t sure Loki would make it back to you, but on the ship, he found you in Thor’s chambers, stating he was there and you ran to him, relieved beyond words.

For now, Asgard had no place to call home. No place to set down roots. So you all set out in a ship, vowing to find your people a home -- when a large ship rose up in front of you, making your blood run cold. You’d seen that ship.

Instinctively, you clinged to Loki.  

“Loki,” you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Horror ripped through you at the sight of that ship.

“I know,” he replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty.

Thor commanded his pilot to broadcast that the ship didn’t have any soldiers aboard, only civilians, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly, Thanos opened fire on the ship.

You tried to do what you could to save the people, protect them, but Thanos and his team stormed the ship. You ordered Valkyrie to get them to Earth. In what seemed like seconds, the ship was obliterated while his team killed people. You begged them not to, but Thanos's army was merciless. When you tried to attack them, Ebony Maw tried to throw you to the ground but you fought back.  

You all but snarled as you forced him back with your purple electric energy.

“I’m not that same enslaved girl anymore, Maw,” you retorted as his face morphed into an angered expression. You continued to push him back, one hand using your power to push, the other one raising a piece of debris to hit him with. But he was quicker. He picked up something big from behind you and launched it at your back, knocking you forward. He tried to pin you down with the object using his power but you pushed yourself up with yours, knocking it off of you.

“You’re quite the nuisance. We should’ve killed you back on Sanctuary.”

“You would’ve failed,” you promised. You grabbed two pieces of debris and charged them quickly, launching them at his head. He deflected them but as soon as they were out of his view you threw a ball of energy at him, knocking him back.

You wrapped your energy around his neck, a trail of purple light from his neck to your hand. You intensified the power on him, wrapping it further. His oxygen was cutting off quickly. He tried to lift debris to throw at you but you forced his hand down to his side and formed a force field around you.

“If you want him to live, you’ll stop,” Thanos suddenly said from behind you. You kept Maw in a chokehold before turning to see what Thanos had to bargain with.

Loki.

Thanos had him by the throat, his giant hand squeezing. Loki’s face was turning purple as he struggled, his legs kicking.

Dread, failure, and heartbreak filled your body as you saw him. In your heart you knew giving up might mean Thanos victory, but you couldn’t let him kill Loki. You just couldn’t. Perhaps the Avengers stop him.

You let Maw go, feebly dropping your hand. Thanos let Loki go and he fell on all fours, before going to touch his neck. He coughed a few times and you rushed to him.

Thanos began walking amongst the bodies of your friends, members of a community you loved. You glared at him, rage in your heart as tears streaked down your face.

“I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right... yet to fail, nonetheless. It's frightening. Turns the legs to jelly. I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here. Or should I say... I AM.”

“You’re a monster,” you said to him as he walked towards you, your fists clenched, purple energy floating around your knuckles.

“Better than a failure,” he remarked coolly.

“Are you that blinded by your own mission? I purposely stopped what I was doing. Despite all your brainwashing, despite all your threats and effort to get me to hurt the people I love, I didn’t do it. Not for anyone, especially you.”

“You should be thanking me,” he remarked, almost offended as he finally came to a stop before you, his hand reaching toward your chin. “I gave you that power that flows inside you. I made you strong. You were weak before I--”

“Before you tortured me? Twisted my memories? I have news for you, Thanos, it’s you who failed. You tried to make me a weapon, you tried to break Loki. Read my lips: It… Didn’t… Work.”

“Enough talking. Where’s the Tesseract?” he asked.

“We don’t have it. It was destroyed on Asgard,” Thor answered, blood dripping from his lip.

“I told you you’d fail,” you said, laughing before Ebony Maw used nearby debris to wrap around your mouth, silencing you. You could’ve gotten it off, but to what end? If you went back to fighting Maw, or even Thanos, there were only four of you that could do any damage. Maw and Thanos would be busy trying to stop you, while Loki and Thor would be blocked by Cull, Proxima, and Corvus. The odds were not in your favor right now. You could probably kill Thanos but not with the way the odds were stacked. You needed someone to keep everyone else busy while you went after him.

“It’s here,” Thanos said. He took a step beside you, Thor on the other side of him. Suddenly he was facing Loki. You had no idea he was so close. “The Tesseract, or their heads. I assume you have a preference.”

“Oh, I do, kill away,” Loki said, hoping to call his bluff.

But it wasn’t a bluff, Loki should’ve known this.

Thanos activated the Power Stone on his gauntlet and it surged into you and Thor, making both of you cry out. It felt like 10,000 volts of fire and power hit your body. You didn’t beg for him to stop it though. You knew the kind of danger, destruction, devastation he would cause if he got all of the stones.

Finally, Loki screamed for him to stop and he did.

Suddenly, Loki looked at you with a look of apology before letting the Tesseract appear in his hand. Betrayal lashed through you like a spear.

“I assure you, both... the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” Thanos commented.

“Well, for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another... we have a Hulk.”

With that, he jumped and grabbed both you and Thor and rolled you all out of the way of Hulk. At first, it seemed as if Hulk had the upper hand.

Loki gathered you in his arms. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry. I thought he wouldn’t do it.”

You peered at him, forgiving him instantly. You nodded, your mouth still bound by debris.

The two of you flashed your attention to Hulk, where the odds had turned against him. Thanos threw him into the ground, hard. The hope you had for a moment went crashing to the ground with him.  

“Loki! Get out of here!” Thor shouted.

“Brother--”

“Now! Heimdall!” Thor yelled and suddenly Heimdall’s hand lifted and a rainbow light surrounded you, Loki, and Bruce.

Your eyes widened as you tried to get to Thor but Loki held you back, holding you in the portal.

A minute later, you were crashing into the sanctum in New York where Stephen was. The three of you groaned as you got up. Stephen helped you three out of the debris.

“Y/N?” Strange breathed as stared at you. “What the hell is on your mouth?” He waved his arms and suddenly the magic that exuded from his fingers made the gag on your mouth fall off.

“Thanos...he’s coming,” you breathed out as you stared up at Stephen.

He frowned at you. “Who?”

“We need to get Tony and Shannon,” you said. You couldn’t think. You knew if you stopped to think about this, about any of it, you’d fall to pieces.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asked, confused.

“Get me Tony and Shannon, and I'll explain everything.”

He nodded, opening a portal to find Tony and Shannon. They were jogging in the park.

“Tony Stark?” he greeted. “Shannon, you--”

Bruce and you stepped out from behind Stephen.

“Bruce, Y/N/N? What--” Shannon asked before Bruce fell into Tony’s arms and you fell into Shannon’s.

Stephen asked the two of them to come with him and all of you were in the sanctum, talking about the impending threat.

“He’s coming? Here?” Shannon asked, worry in her tone.

“Yes. He just got the Space Stone,” you explained.

“So, what? Where’s Thor? How are you here?” Tony asked.

“Thor… He… He sent us away, to warn you all. Now, we need to get to Vision. Thanos can not get the mind stone. He already has two. Stephen, you need to lock down the time stone,” you ordered.

“It’s already got every unbreakable spell on it I could find,” he informed.

“Good. Thanos isn’t afraid of anything. He will stop at nothing to get these stones. Stephen, you can protect the time stone. Shannon, where is Vision?” you asked.

“We don’t know,” she said.

“What? How…” You frowned, entirely confused.

“He’s evolving,” Tony explained. “He turned off his transponder two weeks ago.”

“You lost him?” Bruce asked, shocked. “Tony!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Okay!” you yelled. “We do not have time for this. Who would know how to get to him? Does anyone know?”

“Steve Rogers might,” Tony stated and you sighed.

“Fuck. Alright… Shannon, you got his number?”

“Yeah, here,” she said, pulling out her phone.

“Okay I’ll get to--”

“Doc, you moving your hair?” Tony suddenly asked, noticing that his hair was slightly waving in a wind that was nonexistent.

“Not at the moment, no?” he said and all of you looked outside.

Commotion was stirring on the street. People were running, and it looked like there was a tornado as papers and small debris was flying through the air.

Your blood turned to ice in your veins. “They’re here,” you whispered as you stared outside in horror. “It’s one of his minions, coming to take the time stone, I just know it.” You turned to Shannon, your eyes firm on her as you commanded, “You all take care of this, we’ll get Vision. Stephen, portal me out of here, back to my apartment.”

He opened a portal and you walked into your apartment. It was several blocks from whatever was happening near the Sanctum. “Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony pointed to the time stone. “Might wanna use it.” Bands of spells readied around his forearms A mechanical hum grew louder as Tony approached the intersection. As he turned the corner, he saw a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street. On the other side of the city on a school bus, the hairs on Peter Parker's arms stood up. He looked out the window and saw the ship. “Ned, hey. I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter tapped his best friend in the seat in front of him. “Holy shit! We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship!” Students scrambled to the windows in the back to see the spaceship. Peter quickly slides on one of his Stark-made web shooters, and webs the emergency exit lever on the opposite side of the bus. “What's the matter with you kids? You've never seen a spaceship before?” the bus driver asked. Peter jumped out the window, clinging to the side of the bus and pulling on his mask before leaping over the side of the bridge, shooting a web-line and swinging free. He made his way hastily towards the ship. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders.” “ Will do.” Doctor Strange threw the Winds of Watoomb over Bleeker Street, and winked at Tony. The dust cleared. Tony was begrudgingly amused for a split second. Then Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian exited the ship by transmat. “Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to…” “I'm sorry, Earth is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.” Maw looked at Doctor Strange. “Stonekeeper--” he gestured to Tony “--does this chattering animal speak for you?” “Certainly not. I speak for myself.” Magical shields were readied with his fists, stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” “It means get lost, Squidward!” “He exhausts me.” Cull Obsidian said two untranslated syllables “Bring me the Stone.” Cull Obsidian dropped his huge alien hammer and dragged it along as he obeys his brethren. “Banner, you want a piece?” Tony inquired. “No, not really, but when do I ever get what I want?” Bruce shot back half-heartedly. “That's right,” Tony agreed. Bruce attempted to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turned green was Bruce's neck. “Been a while. Good to have you, buddy.” “I just... I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man,” Bruce pleaded, fighting with his inner self/Hulk. “Where's your guy?” “I don't know. We've sort of been havin' a thing.” “There's no time for a thing,” Tony shot back urgently. “I know.” Shannon cuts in. “Will you two stop that this isn’t the time nor the place to be doing that.” “That's the thing right there. Let's go.” Bruce gave out a loud grunt, but failed to release the Hulk. Doctor Strange stared at Tony and Bruce in disbelief. “Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.” “What did I just say? What are you, 6?” She shook her head. “Focus or go.” “Tony, I'm sorry.”  He started to stammer. “Either I can't or he won't—” “Bruce, it’s okay. You don’t need to force it if it won’t happen okay?” she reassured the man next to her. “It's okay. Hey, stand down.” Looking over to Wong, Tony requested, “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.” “Please? We can take care of this” “I have him.” He nodded his head. “Damn it.” Bruce felt like he’s letting them down by not being able to hulk out “Hey, hey, Banner relax, take a breath.” She stopped him from being agitated. “You both need a moment to breathe. You just got back.” As Cull Obsidian approached the team, Tony donned his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grew a set of blasters that easily throw the Dwarf back to Maw, who gestured and deflected his massive companion into some cars. “Where'd that come from?” “It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth—” “T.A.D.A.S.H.I, I need you to fly me a suit and an update on where Parker is,” Shannon said into her running jacket. “Right away, Mrs. Stark. The young Mr. Parker is nearby with other students heading to a trip,” the AI responded. In that moment, the suit showed up so that Shannon could use it knowing this was about to get rough. “Dr. Banner, if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us....” Doctor Strange teleported Bruce to a nearby park along with half a taxi. Iron Man returned and joined the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cut it in half and let the pieces fly past him, untouched. “Gotta get that stone outta here, now,” Tony ordered at Strange. “It stays with me,” he insisted. “Exactly. Bye.” Iron Man flew through Ebony Maw's obstacle course but was cut short by Cull Obsidian's hammer, sending him through a building and into the park at high speed, plowing into the ground and fetching up against a tree. “Tony, you okay? How we doing? Good? Bad?” Bruce asked as he jogged up. “Really, really good. Really good. Do you plan on helping out?” Tony wondered. “I'm trying. He won't come out.” “Come on, Tony lay off him we have bigger fish to fry.” She pointed back to Maw. “Babe, lets go, tag team them.” She helped him get up and adjusted her suit and flew off. The pair flew off to try and catch up to Maw but he was moving at a considerable speed. Shannon wasn’t able to move out of the way in time and was hit with one of the flying objects, leaving her to stop and control her breathing and heal herself. They were too far for her to try and catch up so she went back to look for Bruce and to find the others.

“Tony, be careful up there,” she called over the com.

“I know, babe.” He was interrupted but Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark what are we dealing with?”

“Kid, you see that guy?” Tony pointed to Stephen as he flew past. “That's the wizard. We need to get him back  before they can take him who knows where.”

“I'm on it, Mr. Stark. Hey, Mrs. Stark how are you?” He saw her back on the ground and waved.

Hearing her son’s voice brought in a panic. “Peter! What are you doing here? You should be on your trip.”

“I know, Mrs. Stark, but I thought I could help it looks like this is a big problem.”

“Peter, you listen to me, I need you to come back down here right now.” Peter chased Ebony Maw, floating speedily and upright on a small platform of burbling debris leaving a deep rut in the streets, who in turn chases the Cloak-driven Doctor Strange through Manhattan; Maw attacked him, throwing a Rocket Mortgage billboard at the boy to be rid of him. “Not cool!” he said as he untangled himself from his webs. Maw bent all the utility poles in the path of the fleeing Cloak, finally snagging the loyal garment and ripping it loose of its master. Spider-Man scooped up Doctor Strange before he hit the pavement, but before he could get away with the unconscious Doctor Strange, a cone of blue light started pulling the man inexorably upwards. Parker grabbed a light pole to anchor himself, but Maw uprooted it, sending Doctor Strange, Cloak, and teenager on their way to his ship. “Uhhh, Mr. Stark? I'm being beamed up!” Peter cried out. “Hang on, kid.” Cull Obsidian's hammer doubled as a claw, pinning Tony to the ground and shorting his suit. As Obsidian jumped towards him, blades ready to end this fight, he was sent through a portal instead. The alien turns and leaps to return the same way, but Wong closes it rapidly -- only Obsidian's severed hand makes it back to the park. Bruce kicks the hand away with a noise of disgust. “Tony, what’s going on? Where’s Peter?” she asked not being able to see where they had gone. He flew towards the ship. “Give me a little juice, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the AI changes the two thrusters into a larger one. “Unlock 17-A, Pete, you gotta let go. I'm gonna catch you.” “But you said save the wizard!”  He was gasping from lack of oxygen, pulling off his mask.“I can't breathe!” “You're too high up. You're running out of air.” He looked to see where exactly he was. “Babe, it’s okay I’ve got the kid.” “Yeah! That makes sense.” Peter passed out, free-falling, but not for long before the pod reached him. It attached itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit. Now being able to breathe, he lands on the bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” Tony smiled hearing his comment. “Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.” “Yep.” A large parachute extended from the new suit, snatching Spider-Man free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth. “OH, COME ON!” Peter yelled furiously but managed to cling onto the ship with his web and got in, unbeknownst to Tony and Shannon.

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[bendywackyadventures]

BATIM SOL AU School Daze Chap.4

Guess who's back! Back with Bendy stories!

So yeah I took a hiatus from Bendy stories due to the Bendy drama that happened back in October, and it was good to take a long break so I can refresh and work on other stories during that time. However, I miss writing the adventures of Bendy, Henry and the rest of the JDS crew so I knew the beginning of the year was a wonderful time to get back into writing these stories.

Yes, I'm off from hiatus so Bendy stories are back in business!

It was morning, the first morning to Alice and Bendy’s first day of school. Bendy was in his room gathering all the things he needed for his first day. The demon was nervous for his first day having a string of “what if’s” fill his mind. Bendy wanted to make a good impression on his classmates and teacher; no pranks, no jokes, just a simple and normal demon going to school like everyone else. The demon heard a knock on the door and turned, “Come in.” He said.

Henry and Linda opened the door with Henry having something behind his back. “Ready for your first day of school, Bendy?” Linda asked.

Bendy nodded. “Ready; yes.” The demon frowned. “Nervous; definitely.” 

Henry chuckled. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Bendy didn’t believe it and looked down. Henry frowned and looked back at what he was hiding behind his back. “Linda and I got something for you.” Henry revealed the gift behind his back.

Bendy’s eyes widen seeing the wrapped gift. “What is it?” He asked taking the box.

“Open it and find out.” Linda said.

Bendy unwrapped the box and was in awe at what was inside. It was a light brown vest and striped pants for him to wear for school. “Henry, Linda...I don’t know what to say?” He asked.

“Thank you would be nice.” Henry replied giving a smile. Bendy looked up from his gift and hugged his creator tight. Henry smiled and hugged his little toon back. The two let go and Bendy looked at his new clothes.

“Can I wear this?” Bendy asked.

“Sure.”

Bendy smiled and with one quick spin put his new clothes on. He smiled as his new clothes fit perfectly on him. “Look at my the stylish ink demon around! Heading off to school!” He announced. Bendy grabbed his stuff and dashed out the door. 

Henry and Linda laughed seeing they cured Bendy’s first day of school jitters. Now it was time to check on Alice to see how she was feeling.

Unlike Bendy earlier, Alice was calm going to school. She was in front of her mirror brushing her hair to look her best for her day at school. When she was done Alice took one look at herself seeing how well dressed and hair styled she was for her first day of school. Alice grabbed her backpack and ran passed her parents.

“Bye Dad! Bye Mom! See you after school!” Alice yelled as she left the house in a flash.

Henry and Linda got themselves together and saw their two little toons off to school. “They grow up so fast.” Linda whispered. 

“They sure do.” Henry agreed.

Alice arrived at her school, Walt Fletcher high school. She was amazed at how big the school was and saw many kids entering inside. Alice was nervous taking her first step into her new school wondering how her new classmates would think of her. With a deep breath and a smile she walked inside the school ready to start her day.

“Class.” The principal started. “We have a new kid joining us today.” Alice stood in front of her 1st period class nervously. The class stared at her horns and how different she was from all of them. Alice gulped feeling the tension from her class. “This is Alice Stein make her feel welcome.” The principal left and the teacher stepped in.

“Alright Alice, now we just need to find a seat for you.” The teacher, Mrs. Shannon came to the angel. She looked around the room to find a seat for her new student.

“Mrs. Shannon! There’s a seat right here!” Alice’s eyes widen hearing a familiar voice. Alice smiled seeing Danni again. Danni was a young girl she met at the park when Bendy ran off a while ago. Danni smiled back as she waved over to her and the teacher.

Mrs. Shannon smiled. “Thank you Daniella.” Danni frowned hearing her full name. “Alice you can sit over there.” Alice nodded and sat down next to Danni.

Danni smiled seeing Alice again. “Hey angel. Welcome to high school.” Alice smiled and high fived the girl she met not too long ago at the park.

“Thanks.” Alice said. She faced the teacher and listened in on the lessons they were learning today. “This isn’t bad.” Alice thought. “I wonder how Bendy is doing on his first day?”

“BENDY!” The class shouted. At Bendy’s school everyone knew who Bendy was to the teacher’s surprise. The class ran up to him and gave him a hug. Bendy laughed seeing all his friends hugging him making him feel really welcome. The teacher, Miss. Harper was surprised this is who Bendy was a little demon. 

“So your Bendy. I heard about you from my kids.” Miss. Harper. Bendy nodded. “Well Bendy you can sit wherever you want, and have someone help you learn what their doing.” She explained.

Connie raised her hand. “Bendy can sit next to me, Miss. Harper!” She beamed holding Bendy’s hand. 

Miss. Harper smiled. “Okay Connie.” Connie smiled and took Bendy to her table along with Marie and Tommy. Right now it was free time in class, so kids got to work on whatever they want. Bendy looked around and saw many of the neighborhood kids in his class. All of them except for one. 

“Connie, where’s your brother?” Bendy asked.

Connie stopped coloring and looked at the demon. “He’s in another classroom. This year we’re in separate classrooms.” She explained in a low whisper. 

“Oh..” Bendy replied. 

“Don’t worry. We’ll see him during lunch.” Connie reassured him. Bendy smiled knowing lunch and recess would be fun as the kids will all play together. “You want to color?” Connie asked as she took out a coloring book page for Bendy.

Bendy smiled. “Sure.” Connie smiled and handed Bendy a coloring page for the demon to work on. The demon grabbed some crayons that were on the table and colored with his friends. As he colored he started to think about how Alice was doing at her school.

Back at Alice’s high school, many of her classmates in her other classes were impressed by her skills. In Math she was able to answer a geometry question no one else was able to get. The math teacher was impressed with Alice’s intelligence. 

What the class or anyone didn’t know was Alice was able to school herself during her time at the studio. She read off of old box and notes left by workers like Grant, Sammy, and Norman where she was able to learn a few things.

Even in PE, Alice was able to show some athletic skills. That was just in her character, having the ability of doing anything; sports, singing, you name it Alice has it!

“Nice job, Angel!” Danni said running by giving her new friend a high five.

“Thanks.” Alice replied. Alice and Danni were sharing a laugh as a young boy from the boys PE looked on giving a lovely sight.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” The boy asked. The boy’s friend went over to his lovestruck friend smiling like an idiot towards Alice.

“The new girl?” The friend asked. The friend looked at the girls PE and saw Alice talking with her new friends. “She looks like every other pretty girl in this school.” He commented.

The boy looked at his friend in disbelief. “She isn’t like any other girl in this school! She’s a goddess!” He beamed. The boy’s friend rolled his eyes and walked away leaving his friend to keep staring at Alice.

Alice took notice of the boy staring at her and tapped Danni’s shoulder. “Who is that staring at me?” Alice asked.

Danni turned and saw her friend staring at Alice till the kid got hit in the head with a ball. “That’s Bryan. He’s one of my friends.” She explained. “He’s into lots of cute girls, and your on his list.” Danni added giving a smug look to her friend. Alice giggled blushing as well, she was surprised someone has a crush on her.

After PE was over as well as a few more classes lunch finally came. Danni took Alice to a table where Bryan was waiting for them. “Well glad you brought the newest cutie to our school.” Bryan flirted. Alice rolled her eyes and sat down with her new friends. Alice enjoyed talking with her new friends and looked around seeing everyone talking and eating lunch together. It reminded the angel so much of the studio in the past where break time was lively and not tense or quiet like it was later in life.

Soon Alice had her sights on a girl sitting alone at lunch. Her hair was a bright ginger color with a flower headband on, and she wore a long pale green dress. Alice recognized that girl as her classmate in Math class. She never got her name as no one told her who she was.

“Danni, who is that?” Alice asked.

Danni, drinking her juice looked at who Alice was asking about and stopped drinking to answer her friend. “That’s Lauren Albright. She’s distant towards everyone after what happened last year.” She explained.

“What happened last year?” Alice asked again.

Before Danni could answer, Bryan answered for her as three girls walked into the lunch room leaving everyone to stop what their doing. “Them.” Bryan pointed out.

Alice looked and saw the three girls walk into the lunch room. Two of the girls had blonde hair while the third girl had black hair tied into a ponytail. Danni grabbed her hat and placed it on top of Alice’s head. 

“Don’t let them notice you.” Danni warned. Alice nodded and kept her head down as the girls walked by. Alice turned and saw the kids still waiting in line for their lunches move out of the way so the girls could get there’s. Once they got their lunches they left the lunch room giving everyone a sigh of relief.

Alice removed the hat and handed it back to Danni. “Ok who were they?” She asked.

“They call themselves the Lockets.” Bryan replied. “Pretty, popular, and mean girls who know secrets of everyone and would tell the entire school if you cross them.” He explained.

“They’ve been ruining their classmates lives since Kindergarten.” Danni added. 

Alice gulped knowing these were the mean girls Henry and Linda warned her about before she started school. She knew from experience not to cross mean girls, though only one from her life was mean, but three sounded like a challenge. “Is that what happened with Lauren?” Alice asked.

Danni nodded. “Oh yeah. She was part of their little posse last year, and when she left the Lockets told the entire school her secret.” She explained. “It broke her so badly that she distanced herself from everyone, even though it wasn’t that bad.”

Alice looked back at Lauren and saw her put away her lunch and walking away from the lunch room. She felt bad for the girl and wished she could do something to help her feel better. The angel had to think of a plan to help break Lauren from her shell.

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A few things to let you guys know Yes the outfit Bendy is given is the same one he’s going to wear in Dark Revival. I don’t know how Dark Revival will play off in SOL AU, but I just had to reference it before the game drops. Once the game is out I’ll see how it will tie in to SOL AU

A headcanon I had about Alice is that Joey planned for her to be like the Barbie of the JDS world/ 1930’s a little angel who can do/be anything.

[reddielibrary]

Til Death My Love

prompt: Murder Mystery AU

written by: Shannon | @richiefuckfacetozier

Art by @slashpalooza

word count: 2,319

*click title to read on AO3

Characters:

Butler Richworth - Richie

Mrs. White - Patty

Miss Scarlet - Audra

Mrs. Beaver - Beverly

Professor Plum - Mike

Colonel Bird - Stanley

Mr. Spaghetti - Eddie

Revered Hay - Ben

Mr. Boddy - Bill

Richworth heard the door ring and he was off to collect the last member of the night. There were to be 7 guests for Mr. Bill Boddy’s feast. He opened the wooden door to reveal a short, brown-haired man, “Mr. Spaghetti.” he greeted with a slight bow.

“Richie...I mean Richworth.”

Richworth took a moment to admire the blue suit Mr. Spaghetti wore, he looked uncomfortable in the outfit even though it fit him perfectly. There was a pink colored pocket square that Richworth plucked out quickly. “Hey!” Mr. Spaghetti reached for the small cloth. Richworth grabbed his wrist to bring it toward his mouth for a chaste kiss. He glanced up at the red face of Mr. Spaghetti, who gulped visibly as his mouth parted a little.

Richworth let go and straightened up, “The other guests are already here and in the dining room.” Richworth led the way toward the decorative room. There were plates, silverware, and glasses set up for a 3-course meal. A meal they would never get to enjoy.

“Why are we all here?” Miss Scarlet said in frustration to Richworth the second they entered the room. “Some of us have jobs you know.”

“What job would you have that involves working evenings?” asked Colonel Bird.

Mrs. White leaned toward the Colonel, “I think we can all guess exactly what kind of job she has.”

A look of pure loathing flashed across the beautiful face of Miss Scarlet. She flipped her red hair dramatically, “At least I have a job, better than being a widow with several husbands, who all seemed to mysteriously kick the bucket.”

Mrs. White stood up, “I will not sit here and be insulted by some harlot!”

“Oh sit down and shut up for god’s sake.” Mrs. Beaver took a long drag of her cigarette and blew out smoke rings. Her short straight red bob was in complete contrast to Miss Scarlet’s long curly hair. Freckles scattered around her skin like dust, more than one person in the room considered how they practically represent the souls of past victims who’ve crossed her. “You are disrupting my calming aura.”

“Don’t disrupt the aura,” said Professor Plum in his low voice. He wore a green tweed suit that accented his dark skin perfectly. His brown eyes were trained on the red wine sloshing around in his glass. “Wouldn’t want to upset that.”

Mrs. Beaver glanced across the table at him. The red pointy glasses she wore were on the tip of her nose so her eyes focused on him unnervingly. “If you have something to say, then say it, Professor Plum.”

“There’s no real science behind aura’s and you know it.” He stated, swishing his red wine and sipping it. “You bring your own positive or negative energy. No one is controlling it for you.”

She opened her mouth to argue just as Richworth rang a mini gong. The sound vibrated through the room quieting the group instantly.

“Now that we have gathered, Mr. Boddy would like to greet you all.” A smile spread over his face like he knew something they didn’t, which in all likelihood he knew everything they didn’t.

A man with slicked-back dark red hair entered the room. Everyone let out some noise of anger, surprise, or horror. There stood Mr. Bill Boddy wearing a designer suit and holding a briefcase attached to his arm with handcuffs.

“You!” Miss Scarlet rose to her feet. “Why are we here?!”

“All will be explained, me dear,” Bill said in a quiet firmness. “For now, please sit.”

She stood her ground a moment longer before the calming touch of Reverend Hay was placed on her elbow. Miss Scarlet looked at him and without saying a word, she sat back down. He patted her hand lightly then returned it to his lap.

“Richworth, please tell our guests why they are here.” said Mr. Boddy, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Richworth started at the head and slowly walked around as he said, “Reverend Hay, Miss Scarlet, Professor Plum…” He continued to the other side of the table, “Miss White, Colonel Bird, Mrs. Beaver, and Mr. Spaghetti.”

Richworth stopped beside Mr. Spaghetti placing a hand on his shoulder. The man stiffened in surprise then calmed down. “As you all know, Mr. Boddy here has been blackmailing each of you for months.” This news was met with tight lips, glares, and a bitter smirk from Mrs. Beaver. “In his briefcase is all the evidence on each of you, the only copies of the evidence. Mr. Boddy plans on giving these over to the police which could incriminate everyone seated at this table. IF you don’t do exactly as he tells you…” Richworth took a pause here, then removed his hand from Mr. Spaghetti, “Or you can reach under your chairs…”

Bill Boddy glanced at Richworth, “What is the meaning of this?” All the guests started reaching under their chairs and pulling out different weapons - knife, gun, wrench, rope, candlestick, lead pipe, metal trophy.

“Everyone has a weapon capable of killing Mr. Bill Boddy. Now's your chance to take back your lives.” At these words, the lights went out. The sound of weapons being dropped or thrown, a gunshot noise, a thud, then nothing.

The lights flickered back on and there was Bill Boddy’s body limp on the ground. Miss Scarlett let out a scream.

Richie bent down to check his pulse, then slowly rose. “One of you is the killer,” Richie pointed to the body of Bill as he looked out toward the sea of guilty suspects. “I suggest you figure it out because I called the police earlier.”

“You what?!” Mrs. White screeched.

“How dare you! What exactly do you do?” Professor Plum accused.

“I am the butler,” Richworth replied lazily, “I buttle if you will.”

“Why…” Mr. Spaghtti asked weakly, eyes trained on the body. “Why would you give us weapons then call the police?”

“Because I wanted him dead and knew you all would get the job done. Now, how shall we figure this out folks?”

-40 minutes later -

“Come on, Mr. Spaghetti! They are coming for us!” Richie gripped his hand. Their feet were loud on the wooden floors as they ran down the hallway together.

“Richie wait!” Eddie wheezed uncomfortably. “I can’t run.”

Without letting go but slowing down significantly he said, “I’m not Richie, I’m Richworth your secret lover and accomplice.”

“No seriously, Richie, I can’t fucking breathe.” He let go and they both stopped. Richie placed his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. “You ok Mr. Spaghetti?”

“I hate that Bill…” he took a deep breath, “Gave me Mr. Spaghett in his murder mystery.”

Richie laughed, “At least your name isn’t a play on your father’s: Richworth...Wentworth...kill me. There’s a reason dad didn’t want me to be junior. Terrible name.” He stared at Eddie with unease. “Didn’t mean to overwork you.”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively, “Don’t worry. It’s been super fun tonight. I didn’t think I’d be quiet about being the murderer for as long as I did. But of course, you got it out of me.”

“My card said I’d assist the murderer but didn’t tell me who it was just that I had to protect my love who was being blackmailed, who would be wearing a pink handkerchief.” Richie looked around as he heard the noise of people coming after them. “Quick! Hide!”

“We need to get back to the dining room. They won’t expect us to go back to the scene of the crime.” Eddie suggested still clutching his chest.”

“They think I’m the killer, I should just sacrifice myself.” He said in complete seriousness. This was a game but Eddie had no doubt Richie would do this in a real situation.

Eddie launched himself at Richie and kissed him fiercely. They were like lovers who truly had killed someone together, this was the last kiss before they were separated for life. Richie pushed him up against the door off the side of the hallway. He reached behind Eddie and opened the door, they stumbled into the small closet. Their mouths barely parting, deepening with each uncertain moment.

Eddie’s hands went down Richie’s chest, feeling the silkiness of the rented butler suit. He smirked into the kiss laughing a little.

Richie broke the kiss asking, “What are you laughing at spaghetti head?”

“I buttle if you will. I think the whole room was two seconds away from bursting into laughter when you said that. This group has never had to be so serious for so long.”

“The roleplay has been the best part.”

“You are so natural. Bev too, I was legit scared of her at the dinner table.”

“DID ANYONE SEE WHERE RICHWORTH WENT?!” Came the yell of Mike.

They both held their breaths and remained completely still. Eddie’s heart was beating frantically. If the others found them, they would know they were working together. That couldn't happen.

Footsteps stopped right outside the door. “We should just keep running down the hall then start checking rooms." Came Patty's voice. "He has to be here somewhere.”

“Maybe Eddie tricked him into following him like he said he would.” Beverly suggested. At this Richie’s body tensed and he looked down. Eddie shook his head, eyes meeting steadily and mouthed ‘I tricked them’. Richie hugged him closer.

“Well,” Stanley’s annoyed and out of breath voice broke through, “Let’s go onward then.” Their footsteps trampled down the hallway, allowing Richie and Eddie to relax.

“I’m playing double agent my dear Richworth.” he said pleadingly, flowing back into character. “I would never betray you.”

“I know my love,” Richie bent his head to kiss Eddie chastely. “Let’s go.”

The two held hands as they quietly hurried in the opposite direction of their pursuers. They took the steps of the stairs two at a time and ran toward the dining room. When they entered the room, Bill was sitting in a chair smiling at them excitedly.

“How’s the dead life, Billy?” Richie asked with a smirk. He raised his hand and zipped his lip. “Oh right, once you’re dead you can no longer talk. Right, Mr. Spaghetti?” There was no answer. “Eddie?”

Richie turned around to see Ben holding a knife to Eddie’s throat. “Reverend Hay...put down the knife.”

“You two were in it together.” Ben said in a shaky voice.

“Not very godly of you to kill a man.” Richie stepped forward. Ben brought the knife closer to Eddie’s throat. “Put it down.”

“No! WE ARE IN THE DINING ROOM!” Ben screamed. “They are going to come and you two will be taken into custody.”

“I can’t let that happen.”

“Richworth,” Eddie shook his head. “Go, while you can.”

Richie’s eyes stayed trained on the knife. “I’m not leaving you.” His eyes flickered to the gun still on the table. “Til death my love.” He picked up the gun and aimed it at Ben’s head. “Lay down the knife.”

Ben let go of Eddie, who immediately ran behind Richie.

“You wouldn’t kill a man of god.” Ben sobbed. 

“I’m an atheist.” Richie pulled the trigger, the noise of a gun went off and Ben hit the ground dramatically.

Richie stared at his body for a minute before Eddie took the gun from him. “You were so brave,” he whispered laying a kiss on his lips slowly. “I can’t believe you killed for me.”

“I would do anything for you.” Richie responded leaning down to kiss him longer.

“I know you would.” Eddie took a step back a slow smile forming on his face. Except there was nothing sweet about it, the grin was a victorious one.

“Mr. Spaghetti?”

“Til death my love.” Eddie raised his arm and pulled the trigger. Richie fell to the ground.

The rest of the group entered the room, gasping and yelling.

“Richworth killed the Revered and Mr. Boddy. The murder is dead.” Eddie said to the room. Everyone cheered and hugged each other.

“And that’s the end of the game!” Bill said excitedly.

Richie rose from the ground quickly. “You little bastard! You lied to me!”

Eddie began to laugh, his laughter filled the room.

“What are you talking about Rich?” Beverly asked in confusion.

He frowned at the still giggling man, “Eddie was the fucking killer! He played triple agent!”

“That’s what my card said to DO! I had to trick you and kill you in order to win!”

“I was supposed to protect you from all weapons...oh my god. Damn it, Bill.” Richie turned on him. “Couldn’t have given me a little more of a tip there?”

“You let your guard down.” Bill shrugged. “But holy shit the final showdown was awesome.”

“I wish we could’ve seen it!” Audra went over to Bill and kissed his cheek. “Great writing hun.”

“Can we please do this every weekend?” said Patty with excitement.

“I couldn’t handle this every weekend. Far too stressful” Stanley groaned. “Maybe in a couple months.”

“Such a grump.” Patty poked his stomach playfully.

“Does that mean we all lost?!” Mike asked in annoyance. “Since our objective was to figure out the murderer.”

Bill grinned. “Correct. You are all a bunch of losers. Except for Eddie!”

“What else is new,” Ben grumbled. “Richie fucking killed me. I’ll never forgive you, man.”

“Awww,” Beverly went over to Ben and gave him a hug. “Poor baby.” She teased as the room laughed.

“Well,” Eddie nodded toward the door. “Shall we go check out this giant house we rented for the weekend?” The group agreed and left the room.

“Can’t believe you killed me,” Richie complained. “You got to be such a badass.”

Eddie laughed, “I’m always a badass.”

[moody-by-nature]

Rescue Me|Chapter Twenty-Five

Andrea searched every room on the upper levels of their home. Coming up empty handed, she sighed and stormed down the steps into the lab. Peering through the glass door, her eyes fell on her disheveled husband. Opening the soundproof door, loud music poured out of the room. Her feet carried her the short distance to the chair he occupied.

Jared sat there with his eyes closed staring at the computer screen listening to a clip of a new song. Taking a moment to appreciate his talented mind, Andrea listened to the music flowing from the speakers; a smile pulling at her lips as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

Eliciting a giggle from Andrea as he jumped, Jared stopped the music. Leaning back in his chair, he smiled at his bride. Tapping his hand on his thighs signaling her to sit. Throwing her leg over him, straddling his lap Andie rested her hands on his bearded cheeks.

A gasp escaped her lips as the warmth of his skin spread through her palms. Her previous medical instincts kicking in as she observed him. His cheeks were flushed, much rosier than normal. She could tell he was exhausted, the dark circles under his beautiful eyes further proof.

"Hi, beautiful." He murmured.

"You're feeling worse, aren't you. I think you have a fever now, babe. I know you're inspired by this new song and it's incredible, but you really need to rest, J. I'm not trying to nag you, I just don't want you getting worse. You guys have a show in two weeks!"

"I'll take it easy after I finish this part."

"Jared. You've been down here for hours. I've emptied several of the boxes we brought over yesterday, straightened the house and prepped dinner." She argued, knowing this was a battle she would likely lose. She kissed him sweetly.

"Baby, don't kiss me... as much as I love kissing you, I don't want you and the baby getting sick." He replied, gently pushing her away before choking out a cough.

"Okay. That's it. Enough work for you today, mister. That cough is terrible. We are going upstairs and getting you in bed."

"I'm not going to bed." Jared argued.

The glare he received had him chuckling, "Will you settle for the couch?"

"Don't laugh at me, and only if you promise to stay out of this lab. Jared, I mean it. You need to rest. You look like death warmed over."

"You're really sexy when you're bossy, Ace."

"I'm just trying to be a good wife and take care of my husband. He makes it difficult sometimes."

"Mmm," Jared hummed, a devilish smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Do you happen to have any of your old scrubs left? You could play dress up for me and be my naughty nurse. I remember how they fit you so snugly, your ass looks so good in them. And these perfect tits of yours, baby girl..." he growled, sliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. "I think they're already getting bigger!"

The giggle escaping Andrea's lips morphed into a moan as Jared's strong hands massaged her sensitive breasts. She felt her body quickly responding to his touch and began to grind her hips against his. She wanted to have her way with him in this chair. Reality and his current condition hit her as she brushed her cheek against his overheated face.

Kissing him once more, Andrea peppered fluttery kisses from his lips, across his cheeks, one landing on the tip of his nose before she placed a final kiss on his forehead.

"I'm dying to fuck you right here in this chair, but you're sick and I'm taking you upstairs. No if's or but's about it. If you're a good boy, and take your medicine I'll suck your cock before we go to sleep tonight."

"You drive a hard bargain Mrs. Leto, but you have a deal. I'm just wondering which of us will enjoy it more." He smirked, "I know you're wet for me, baby."

"Cocky much? Let's go upstairs." Andrea ordered, attempting to get off his lap. Her efforts halted by Jared's firm grip on her hips.

"I'm definitely cocky..." Jared moaned, thrusting his hips into her.

Doing her best to seem unaffected, Andrea pulled her body from his to stand. Lifting both hands toward him, she gestured for him to take her hands. Jared slid his warm skin against her cooler skin, pulling himself up, and started toward the stairs.

Settling into the cozy light grey couch in their living room, Jared finally felt how sick he actually was. He was so thankful to have someone that loved him the way Andie did. No one other than his mother had ever taken care of him in this way.

His eyes lifted, gazing lovingly at her. Her brow drawn in concentration, chewing on her bottom lip as she rummaged through the small box of medications she kept on hand. The thermometer beeped, drawing her attention back to him.

"Just as I thought. Unfortunately, we don't have anything here we need." Pulling her stethoscope from the discarded box, she placed the bell on his chest, listening to him breathe. "You're rattling a little too. I'll call Dr. McGee to get your inhaler refilled too. Please stay right here and rest while I'm gone. I know sitting still is torture for you baby, but rest... Pretty please?" She grinned, "I'll be back in a couple hours, I love you.

As she went to stand, Jared grabbed her, pulling her to him for one more kiss, "I love you more."

"Fight me." Another kiss stolen, "Bye, baby." She whispered. Jared sighed, watching her walk out of the room. She picked up her bag from the table and waved as she stepped out of view.

Hopping into her car, Andrea smiled thinking about how this was now her home. Although she would miss her treehouse. However, being married to Jared was a dream come true.

---

Accelerating through the intersection, Andrea squealed hearing Jareds' voice pour out of her speakers. Her right hand floating to the dial and turning it up louder. The late afternoon sun illuminating her ring, causing prisms to dance    on the ceiling of her small SUV as she happily sang her heart out navigating the winding roads.

Rounding a corner, Andrea felt panic rush through her veins as a large green truck came into view. Her right foot slamming down on the brake as hard as she could. The green truck hammering into the front, ride side of her grey SUV, throwing her into oncoming traffic. The distinct sound of metal crunching and screeching tires filling the air.

Her head slamming against the door frame as she came to a jarring stop. Andrea desperately tried to restart her vehicle as she quickly glanced out the drivers side window. Smoke billowing off the screaming tires of a small red sports car as the driver worked to stop.

"Jared.." she gasped, tears flowing freely as his smiling face flashing before her, and suddenly her world went black.

——-

Jared woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the coffee table. Completely disoriented from sleeping, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Looking at his phone, not recognizing the number he ignored the call.

"Andie?" He called out, "Baby, are you back yet?" He asked. Standing from the couch, picking up his phone, he started toward the kitchen. His phone again started ringing, recognizing the same number, a ball of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach.

Swiping his index finger across the screen, "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Leto?" A female business-like voice asked.

"Whose asking?"

"Mr. Leto, my name is Linda. I'm calling from Cedars-Sinai. Your wife Andrea has been in a car accident."

Jared felt the blood run from his face, his knees buckled sending him to the floor.

"Mr. Leto, I'm sorry, this is a terrible way to deliver the news... Andrea is in surgery and doing okay at the moment. Please come as quickly, but safely as you can. Okay? Do you have family nearby? Have someone drive you if possible.

Jared took a deep breath as if someone threw cold water in his face. His breath was coming out in short puffs as he ended the call. As if his mind went into auto-pilot, his fingers flew across the screen of his phone to dial Shannons' number.

"Hey, little brother! What's up."

"Andrea's been in an accident." A sob escaping him, "I'm.. I .. "

"What! Is she okay? Are you at home?"

"Yes." Jared choked.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

Shannon drove as quickly as possible, picking up Jared and quickly arriving at the hospital. Jared leapt from the truck before he had completely stopped, and ran inside.

"Andrea Leto, I'm here for Andrea Leto, can you please tell me where she is?" He rushed out. "What's your relationship to the patient, sir?"

"I'm her husband." The nurse checked registration, Shannon arrived and stood next to his brother. "She's still in surgery. If you'll wait right here a moment I will call back and have someone take you to the waiting room. They will have more answers for you regarding her condition."

Shannon glanced at Jared, his face full of concern and anxiety. Placing his hand on Jared's shoulder in what he hoped to be a comforting grip.

"Leto family?" A petite blond shouted from a side door. Jared and Shannon quickly spun toward her, their feet carrying them rapidly across the white tiled floor of the beige waiting room.

"Right this way, gentlemen."

The brothers followed the nurse through the organized chaos of the emergency room, down a long hallway into a smaller, much quieter space.

"This waiting room is strictly for trauma surgery family and friends. You may wait here until.."

"Please tell me what's happening with my wife." Jared pleaded, "All I've been told is she's been in an accident!"

"Sir, please sit down."

"No! I won't sit. Anytime someone is told to sit in a hospital it's bad news. You will not give me bad news! That's my wife! We just got married three days ago!" Jared yelled, hovering closely to the woman.

Shannon stepped in front of him, "Jared. You need to calm down. This woman is doing her job. I know you're terrified, I am too! But you need to take a deep breath brother, she doesn't deserve to be yelled at."

It was as if Jared were in a trance, wiping his eyes, he shook his head and sat down. Shannon sat right beside him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he dropped his head,  propping himself up on his closed fists.

"Okay, now then. Yes, Mrs. Leto was involved in a multi-car wreck. EMSA reported upon arrival that a trash truck suffered a brake failure and hit your wife's vehicle. They said she was thrown into oncoming traffic and hit by another driver."

"Jesus! Could you maybe spare the details for a second and tell us how she is?" Shannon asked. Looking over at his brother who sat so still he resembled a statue.

"I apologize, it's just that she's suffered a broken arm and a pretty bad head trauma. The doctors are hopeful she will have a full recovery.  I didn't want any surprises when you get to see her."

"What about our baby?" Jared asked, his voice so quiet suddenly Shannon wasn't sure he heard him correctly.

Lifting his head, his sad eyes met the confusion visible in the nurses. "She didn't appear to be expecting. Trauma protocol is to assess the most critical injury. I will go back now and inform them she is pregnant. I'll return when I have more news."

Jared didn't reply, watching her walk out, his head returning to its previous position.  Suddenly he felt like crying, completely overwhelmed with emotions.

"How far along is she?

"We aren't even sure yet. We were supposed to find out in the morning actually." Jared sniffed, "She found out in Italy."

"That explains a lot.." Shannon chuckled, "She was so pissed at you. Little firecracker." He laughed.

"Shannon..."

"Don't, Jared. Don't fucking say it. The devil feeds off of that shit and neither of you need that right now. Don't even think it. Okay! She's going to be fine!"

"She's the love of my life. I can't lose her." He couldn't hold back anymore, tears now flowing freely down his face. Jared silently prayed to any and all powerful spirits that were listening.

"Please. Please don't take her away from me."

——

Three very long hours later, Shannon was leaning against a wall watching Jared wear a hole in the floor from pacing. The metal handle of the door clicked, signaling the petite woman's return to the waiting room.

"Mr. Leto, Andrea is out of surgery and in recovery. If you two would please follow me, I will take you to her room." Her facial expression relaxing into a neutral state, "Before we head up, I would like to inform you that Andrea is in a medically induced coma so that her body can heal. She will look quite shocking to you when you first see her." With that warning, she pulled the door open exiting quickly as the brothers followed behind her.

"Wait!" Jared stuttered, "Is the baby okay?"

A solemn look appeared on the blonde's face, "I'm very sorry, she suffered too much trauma in the accident. The doctors found evidence of an embryo, unfortunately the baby wasn't far enough along to survive."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he and Shannon followed the nurse. His heart was breaking. Having not taken the time to sit and process how excited he truly was to be a father hit him. Now the child he never knew he wanted was gone. Jared felt sadness fill him as he thought about how he would tell Andrea when he saw her.

Walking into the dimly lit room, Jared's eyes fell onto Andrea's comatose form. Multiple wires and tubes entering and exiting her body in various places. His jaw fell slack, a gasp escaping him as he drew his hand to lay over his chest, his heart leaping into his throat.

The monitor beeping pulled Jared's eyes away from Andrea briefly, taking in the various numbers on the screen. Returning his attention to his wife, he brought his hand to her face. Careful to avoid the tube in her mouth, lightly tracing her bruised cheek bone and over her left eye that was swollen shut. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and found himself unable to fight off the wave of guilt he felt for her lying in this hospital bed.

"She's unconscious, but responding to testing, so she should be able to hear you. Talk to her as much as you'd like. I'm sure she would love that. The doctor should be in later. My name is Michelle if you need anything, ok?"

Jared nodded his head, and grabbed Andrea's hand. He hovered over her and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Please, wake up baby, open those beautiful eyes."

—-

Two weeks passed and Andrea still hadn't woken up. Jared refused to leave her side, choosing to cancel their show in Vegas. He slept beside her each night in the small hospital bed, talking and singing to her.

"Jared, the nursing staff can do that for her." Katherine commented entering the room.

"She would do it for me. They're simple range of motion exercises. Besides, it keeps me occupied." Setting her leg gently back onto the bed, he turned his head away from Andie to look at his mother-in-law.

"You need to go home... rest, at least go down at eat breakfast ... shower maybe."

"I eat plenty. Shannon, Emma and Shayla make sure of it. I took a shower last night." He remarked, gesturing behind him to the restroom. "I'm not leaving her, so you may as well stop telling me to."

Katherine signed, "You two are both so stubborn. Must be why you're her soul-mate."

"She wouldn't leave me and I refuse to leave her."

----

It was mid afternoon. Katherine was napping in the provided recliner next to the window. Jared, once again was curled up next to Andrea. His left arm wrapping around her torso under her broken arm. He lay with his head on her chest sound asleep.

Andrea felt as if she were gagging on something. Her entire body felt stiff and as if she were being held down. Attempting to open her eyes, she fought against her heavy eyelids. The effort exhausting as they finally fluttered open to see her mother asleep in a green upholstered chair.

"Mom?" She tried to speak, quickly realizing she couldn't.

Lifting her right arm, she panicked slightly as the lime green cast came into view. Her injured arm arriving at her mouth. Her swollen fingers stumbling over the plastic tubing that pumped air into her lungs. Trying to move her left hand, it felt as if it were cemented into the ground.

The panic was rising, her breath becoming more rapid. The machine above her started dinging and she felt the bed move. She tried to look behind her, but was too constricted by the tubes.

"Andie? Baby, are you awake?" A sleep laden, yet melodic voice croaked.

Who on Earth would call her baby? No one calls her Andie, either. This has to be a bizarre dream, she thought.

She felt fingers digging into her right hip slightly, and she attempted to move again.

"Katherine! She's awake!" That same smooth voice shouted. Andrea watched her mother open her eyes and smile.

"Andrea, oh thank god! I'll go get the doctor! Jared, keep her calm."

Jared scooted to the edge of the bed, placing one leg on the floor, while he rested his right knee on the bed. Relief flooded through him seeing her alert and moving.

"Andrea, sweetheart, take a deep breath. You need to slow your breathing, let the machine continue to work for you until the doctor gets here." Jared said, placing a hand on top of her head, kissing her forehead. Lifting her left arm to his lips, he kissed her hand.

"I'm so, so happy your back, baby. I've been a mess without you." He stated.

Andrea did as he said, counting to three as she inhaled and then repeating the process when exhaling. She kept waiting for this weird dream to end.

Michelle and one other nurse entered the room, "Welcome back, Andrea, we are going to get that tube out of your throat. Just continue to take deep breaths."

The two nurses worked quickly, removing the device just as Johnathan entered her room.

"Andrea! You're back!" He rushed to her, pulling her into a tight hug, Katherine joined in as well. They released her reluctantly as she started coughing.

Jared was the quickest to act, turning to the bedside table, picking up his glass bottle, he offered her a sip of his water.

"I've let Dr. Ahmadian know you're awake, she's very excited to come see you. She'll be here as soon as possible. I'll be back to check on you guys in a bit." Michelle said, returning the blood pressure cuff to its place on the wall, she and her coworker left the room.

Overcome with joy, Jared bent over, seizing Andrea's chapped lips in a kiss. The electricity he always felt zinging through his soft lips when they connected. He made no move to deepen the kiss, lingering in the moment.

"I love you, Andrea." Jared whispered softly.

Andrea's brain felt like it was swimming in confusion. Breaking the kiss, she pushed Jared away with her uninjured arm. He hovered above her, inches from her face.

Andrea looked from her parents over to Jared and back, "What happened, and why did Jared Leto just kiss me?" She questioned. "You love me?" Her voice laced with confusion.

Jared completely removed himself from her bed and walked to the window sill, leaning against it. Panic struck him, why wasn't she remembering him?

"Honey, you don't remember Jared?" Andrea furrowed her eyebrows together.

"Of course I remember Jared, he's one of my favorite artists! But that doesn't tell me why he's here. Or why I am here."

Katherine looked at Jared and then at John before looking back at Andrea. "Andrea Leigh Leto if this is some kind of sick joke you stop it right now." She scolded, pointing her finger at her daughter.

"Leto?" Andrea asked? Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain hit her in the side of the head.

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 10

“Can I have my hand back?” what was the deal with this tug of war with her hand? Sweet, he finally let go “ow-kay..now, I've been listening to some of your music and I've been looking over the plans, so I made you a storyboard, nothing too fancy though, keep in mind it was done on a plane but I think you'll get the general idea” she pushed the rough sketches in his hand. “I would make a cube or a rectangle of lightpanels and I would plant the stage in the center of the venue, after all there's a lot of interaction with your fans right? That way everyone feels really close to you and there's a lot more potential for interaction” she was standing there with her back turned to them, gesturing at where the stage should be. “In other words, you can create your own little Universe, right here on this stage and let people be part of it”, 

Jared stared completely dumbfounded at the storyboard “Shayla, send these over to the technicians right now, tell them to digitalize this and then have them call me” he pushed the papers in her hands “I want a clear visual by the time I get there, get a car ready, have Harper's things brought over, we're leaving in half an hour, you stay here and get Shannon on a flight to Frankfurt”. What? What was going on? Going to Frankfurt now? Jetlag, hello? “Sean, you're coming with us” he briefly said as he legged it back to his dressingroom, followed by Shayla who had to almost run to keep up with him. “You're taking Sean? I'm coming too” she hissed at him, slamming the door of the dressingroom behind her, “No! No, you're not! For your information, this is still a professional environment, not some playground where you're more focused on fucking Sean than anything else! There needs to be some professional distance, Shayla, in a week or so, he'll be hanging from the ceiling, that job is a dangerous one and I'm not gonna let him break his neck because you're constantly distracting him! Besides, you're needed here to finally do your job and keep things going! And I'll be damned if I'll continue to stand here and get lip from you every single day!”. Sean noticed how Harper was biting her lip, “I don't know what you're fretting about but we've got two hours to kill in the car on our way to Frankfurt” his arm slipped around her shoulder. “I'm not fretting, he just..seems pretty harsh, can't you hear him yelling at Shayla? Poor thing”. Ugh that irritating giggle of his “don't worry about her, she can handle him, it's you I'm more worried about”, whoooaa wait a minute, what? “Huh?”, Sean took a deep breath and weighed his words “just don't get caught up in his web, alright? I know what he's like with women and it ain't pretty”. Amazing, just what women needed, a guy with a big brother/father complex, well, welcome to the 21st century where women took care of their own and didn't let any man stand in the way of whatever it was they needed or wanted, besides she wasn't interested in any guy, no, not true, if she was honest with herself, there was only one name stuck to one man that kept haunting her, try and keep up Sean!

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: re: friends again?

Coco,

You're not in the States anymore? Would it be too forward to ask where you are then? I know you're thinking that it's none of my business and maybe you're right, but I just want to know how you're doing, if you're safe? I know, I know, who died and made me your keeper? But hey, I care, alright?! I know you have your heart set on making me squirm and practically beg but I just need to say that I miss our conversations, I think we can both do with a friend right now,..

Who do you call 'a friend'? From what you wrote previously I could tell you grew up in hostile surroundings with your Dad and all..does that anger inspire your work (seeing that huge painting you're working on, I take that as a yes, or is that a one-off where all that pent-up frustration came spewing out?), what else inspires you?

P.S. Also in one your e-mails you mentioned being cut off financially? Can I help? I'd still like to buy that piece

ttys?

Joe

Mind your own business, why don't you, Joe? And what the hell was 'ttys', it sounded like some serious illness to be honest, sure yeah, she could sit here and act all smug, but the truth was that she was a tech-retard, plain and simple, the look on that guy's face, ugh what was his name again?come on, floppy hair guy..uhm uhm uhm, tip of your tongue..J-Jared, yes! The look on his face when he got her storyboard, 'digitalize this and digitalize that' bleghhh, not exactly Mister El Sympatico. Sean's flapping hand startled her as he sat down next to her, “bye, I'll call you” he yelled at his lover in the slamming door, instinctively she raised her hand at Shayla standing on the pavement, I'm waving..not that I know you, but ok yeah I'll wave at you because it's the right thing to do, the polite thing for you is to wave back and at least act like you mean it. As the car sped out towards the late afternoon traffic, she dug her phone inside her pocket, not now, an insane jetlag was not the best headspace for replies, no, forcefields up and phasers set to stun, at least for now...oh hello fatigue, what do we have here? A friendly arm to snuggle into? Excellent, best news all day! Sean's arm instinctively pulled her against him, letting his exhausted friend nestle against him. Checking the rearview mirror, Jared noticed Harper all snuggled up against Sean and envied their closeness, when was the last time he had done something so intimate and yet non-sexual as that? He could get sex every hour of every day, but this kind of friendship between a man and a woman, talking, sharing things, laughing, no tension, simple, true, and for him almost impossible to find. “Is she ok?” he caught Sean's eye in the mirror, “yeah, completely jetlagged, I'm just glad she's here..” Sean softly answered so not to wake her up. Sean, Sean, sweet yet not so bright Sean, who had yet a lot to learn still about a scorned woman's fury that would leave his ears ringing and his heart ripped to shreds, just keep it away from my tour, he leaned back in his seat and kept his hand tightly wrapped around his phone, come on Coco, I'm waiting.

Harper was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes when the lightpanels were hoisted on chains up into the sky, “just make it a rectangle, like a box..yes, perfect..hang on” she quickly climbed the ropeladder. She was like a cute, little monkey climbing the ladder and swinging her way high up to the ceiling to show all these guys how things were done, his heart literally skipped a beat when she made all the light panels become a tight light box, blasting colourful and mysterious visuals across the screens. “Told you she was amazing” Sean came standing next to him, “amazing and then some, fucking hell” Jared rubbed the goosebumps on his arms when one of the new songs flowed from the speakers. She looked down to see floppy hair guy jump on the stage underneath her, filming it all, that was a good sign right? Funny though, how she had done so many installations and everytime the reaction was 'well, yeah, I guess they're just lights, but is it art?' or 'what the hell am I supposed to feel?' but once music and some cool rock band was added to the equation, then hey presto, definitely Art, with a capital A. “And?” she jumped down, startling him as she landed right next to him on stage, and bit her lip as she looked up at her own creation above their heads, pretty neat, Harper, pretty neat!. “Dinner? Drinks after? To celebrate?” what? Celebrate? Floppy hair guy looked so happy, whoooo! “sure” she answered, jetlag forgotten all about for a couple of minutes. But it hit her twice as hard in the car when she was touching up her make up and briefly looked out of the window, heavy rain crashing down over Frankfurt, the buzz of her 5 minutes of success wearing off..

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Where is Coco?

Joe,

I promised myself I wouldn't give you the light of day, leave things the way you decided to leave them in New York, but here I am reporting for duty, guess this compulsive loner needs a talk, a talk about the most cynical thing on this planet, love, L.O.V.E! because I miss love in my life, yes I do, there I said it, I put it out there, and if you think that makes me the biggest joke on the face of this Earth, then so be it! I'm only human and I can't keep my feelings in check all the frikkin' time.

I dunno, I guess it's just my friend (let's call him 'Jack' for privacy reasons, because I don't know if I can still call him that if he would ever find out I'm writing this silly stuff down) who got me thinking, I see him with his girlfriend and he's excited and loud and ridiculous around her, but then when we are alone and spend time, he turns into this warm, calm and protective animal I can be 'me' with, you know? It's like he's acting around her, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he's never himself around her or any other girl I've seen him with romantically. Have all my relationships gone belly-up, because those guys felt they couldn't be themselves around me? Did I ever really knew them? I think not! Men just want to do unconventional things with conventional girls, to me that is a recipe for disaster. So that's 2 of your questions answered: yes I'm safe with my friend Jack! My whereabouts are none of your business

I'm just gonna ignore the financial help part in your e-mail, I'm trying very hard not to be insulted, I think I'll just let it slide this once, just don't ever mention it to me again! Oh and don't mention the 'Dad' painting either, ok?

What else inspires me? Well, at the moment not so much, I just accepted a work thing in a city that is cold and boring, but I'm dreaming of better days, better times, a better me, in the meantime I promised myself I'm going to check out some museums tomorrow, maybe that'll help (or not because other artists make me wanna throw all my work out of the window).

What makes you dream? If you dream at all? Or maybe you dream of your lovely wife and 2,4 kids, wouldn't surprise me if you had them, you know? Oh and another thing, what the hell is 'ttys'?

Bye

Coco

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RWBY Sacanime and Fanexpo 2018 Panel Summaries

Panel was hosted by Michael Jones (Sun), Shannon McCormack (Ozpin), Jen Brown (Pyrrha) and Jason Douglas (Jacques). Barbara was also part of the Rooster Teeth Fanexpo panel, and the relevant RWBY Questions are at the end of this summary. Parts of this come from JayTriqz’s summary on Reddit.

Jen, do you think there are areas of Remnant that are Greek-Roman inspired? Jen hopes so. She’s still disappointed that Pyrrha's parents have not been mentioned at all and there wasn't a funeral for Pyrrha. She does say it would be cool if there were, but she thinks the reason Pyrrha was so Greek-Roman inspired is because MMK narrowed down on wanting an "Achilles" character.

Do you think RWBY will eventually have a 2D reboot? Michael, Shannon and Jen pitch an absurd idea involving Sun as the lead following a train accident that kills all of RWBY, then stress that they’re actors, not writers.

What was it like to record the Food Fight? Jen loved it, she was so glad she got to be a part of it. Michael: “At least you got to be in that fight.” Jen: “At least you’re still on the show!” Shannon: “I love that I’m in between these two because I’m both dead and still on the show!” 

Shannon and Jen, what was your reaction to a scene from RVB 16? Shannon felt Wash’s anger in that scene came naturally to him- his direction was “imagine every moment someone lied to you.” He lives for moments where characters make what they think are good decisions that have dire consequences. Jen sympathizes with Carolina’s mindset in that moment, she finds it hard sometimes while record to separate herself from the character. She’s so used to Carolina that it can be hard to remember some specific moments of how she felt.

Michael, do you think it was weird that Sun basically followed Blake to the ends of Remnant? Micheal said no, and that Sun was just looking out for her. He also said he thinks Sun was always kinda an idiot, but he said that in V6 he takes his head out of his ass and kinda comes into his own and Blake is much more open with him. (Michael seemingly confirming that Sun will have focus in Volume 6. RIP the “Why Sun shouldn’t go to Atlas” crowd)

If your characters could be in any musical, what would it be? Sun would be in the Always Sunny in Philadelphia musical bit. Ozpin would be the shopkeeper in West Side Story. Pyrrha and Jaune would be in "The Last Five Years." Jen dovetails into talking about her love for horror here and mentions she’d love to see Grimm Pyrrha return.  Jacques would be a darker Daddy Warbucks from Annie.

Do you get surprised when you read the scripts? Jen knew since she got the role that Pyrrha would die. Pyrrha was supposed to die in V2, but they wanted to give her a bit more time to be around (additionally, production issues led to the Fall of Beacon being pushed back). Jen was surprised by Yang losing her arm though- you can hear her live reaction in the V3 Actor Commentary. Micheal only knows the basis of where RWBY is going, but not much. Camp Camp surprises him more than RWBY with some of the stuff he gets to say.

Whats your favorite line from any show you've done that’s stuck with you? Jen- "Sorry" (but her serious answer is Erid in Camp Camp saying "Pussies for Life" because she’s still amazed that that was something she got paid to say). Micheal- "Fuck you David" Shannon- "That was the worst throw ever. Of all time" Jason has fond memories of an anime he did called Wandaba Style.

If Micheal had to make a RWBY team with the people in AH, who’d he choose? Jack (who would cast buffs), Ryan (he thinks if he didn't take him he'd probably become a agent of death working for Humans, Faunus and the Grimm) and Gavin so he can slap him around.

Are you an indoors or outdoors person? Shannon is very indoorsy, Michael was but likes going out more since he moved to Austin and had Iris, Jen grew up outdoors then became introverted as she grew up and is now raring to get out more, Jason loves getting out for a while.

If you could make a RWBY character that was like yourself, how would they turn out? Micheal- It would just be Max from Camp Camp. Jason- An old and weary soldier with a dark past. Jen- Would like to be a dragon faunus because it sounds cool and would seem standoffish, but is actually super nice. Shannon- was very indecisive. He settles on someone who drive a wagon, be some kind of travelling carnival guy and be an irrelevant character whose stuff would get smashed whenever he wandered into a fight scene.

What would your characters theme song be (not from RWBY)? Sun- “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves. Pyrrha- Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love A Bad Name” (because of "shot through the heart"). Ozpin- Heroes by David Bowie. Jacques- Cold as Ice by Foreigner. 

Whats more fun to record, RWBY or Chibi? Jen picks Chibi. She did also say that while she makes jokes about Pyrrha dying, she thinks its a huge honor that she played a character whose death is viewed as a massive impact to the show. Micheal also picks Chibi.

Favorite character that is not your own? Shannon, Jen and Micheal all pick Nora. 

Michael, how’d you get from Youtube to voice acting? “Start yelling in your room while you live with your parents.” Michael can’t really answer, he just accepts anything that happens. He had no real plans and just was very lucky that the right people saw his videos and got him in with Rooster Teeth.

What is your favorite thing about your RWBY characters? Micheal picks Sun’s abs and his sunny nature. Shannon likes that Oz is basically him continually being typecast by Roosterteeth as this "immortal, unkillable being.” Jen picks Pyrrha's humility. That she was sweet and princessy, but not in a standoffish or obnoxious way. Jason admires Jacques for his opportunism and intellect, but he is very amoral. He likes those qualities, but would use them differently if he possessed them.

Most difficult line you’ve ever had to voice? Micheal- Nothing too crazy. He thinks that Max in the recent season of Camp Camp not being a piece of shit for one moment was difficult. Jen picked when someone asked her to be Pyrrha but doing the final monologue from Running Man from Arnold Schwarzenegger. Because Pyrrha doesn't get that angry. This was considered a "specific fetish."

Favorite character they've done? Jen- Harley Quinn in DCU Online (her literal dream role). Micheal likes them all. He likes Mogar because he was a character he created, and slowly developed him into this dumber character. He got into arguments with Lindsay about his character. Shannon likes them all for different reasons, but at that moment it is Quartermaster from Camp Camp. Jason goes for Beerus from Dragon Ball Super but mentions Wandaba Style as an honorable mention.

Fanexpo Questions

Will we see Nora before she met Ren? No, Barbara’s not a writer.

Will Yang make any puns in Volume 6? No.

What’s your favorite crackship? (DAMNIT BARBARA ARE YOU JUST A BAD LUCK CHARM FOR THIS FUCKING QUESTION) Yang/Yang, AKA Yangbang. I wish I could say I’m surprised at a selfcest joke but whatever. 

[hazeleyedleto]

Thinking Of You:  Chapter 7 - That moment

AN As usualy, i mean no disresptct

AN: I really enjoy writing Shannon in a different light 

Warning: , drugs,  alcohol, physical trauma 

Tagging @fyeahproudglambert @meghan12151977 @msroxyblog(ask to be tagged)

Chapter 7

“One more drink?” I asked leaning back into Shannon whose hands were all over me, and his conversation was everywhere with everyone. “Then we go?” I offered.

“Where,”

“Anywhere,” I grinned looking up at him. I received a drunken kiss but at this stage, I didn’t care.

“I’ll get you a drink,” he said kissing my head as he walked away.

“I’ve had a really good time, you guys,” I said to the group, Chester looked up and smiled.

“Same here,” Talinda said moving over hugging me. “I want to hang out with you more,”

“No boys,” I laughed hugging her back

“My wife,” Chester slurred pulling his wife into his arms.

“Fiiiinnee,” I laughed pulling back. “I’ll just hug Mike until my beautiful boyfriend comes back”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Mike said looking to the bar stepping away from me a little I looked up at him and pouted. A drink was slammed in front of me. I grinned up at Shannon who was glaring at me. He put his arm around my neck pulling my face to his making it look like he was kissing my cheek.

“You have about a minute and a half to finish that drink and say goodbye before I punch the living shit out of your new friend,”

“Shannon,” I gasped.

“Drink, Tatiana.” He warned. I took a deep breath and did the drink in one down. “Say good fucking bye.”

“We’re off guys,” I said nervously waving at Mike and the other guys getting a hug off Talinda and Chester.

“See you at the group, Tatty,” Chester said as I waved him off.

I don’t even know if we were out of the sight of everyone else when I was slammed into a wall. Shannon had my body pinned.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” Shannon growled I met his eyes for a moment they were so enraged. I was screwed right now. “You think you can just hug other men, Tatiana,” he growled.

“Shannon,”

“Shut the fuck up,” he grabbed my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. “It was enough that you were all over him all night,”

“Can we not do this here?” I begged trying to walk off.

“Fucking listen!!” he yelled. “You’re Mine, Tatiana if you think it’s okay for you to be flirting and hugging him al night,”

“Can we go-“

“Fine,” he snapped pushing me outside the club against the wall next to the door. “I came here to spend the night with you, I went to get something to help you, and I go and get you one drink and you do fucking that,”

“Shannon, it was a joke,” I whined. He grabbed me by my cheeks squishing my face forcing me to look into his eyes.

“You disrespectful little whore, you think hugging another man while I’m going to the bar is a joke?” he snapped. “He’s been flirting with you all night, eyes all over you,”

“that’s not my fault,”

“Did you shut it down,”

“I was here with you,” I whined, my head was boiling. I could feel it. “I was having a great night with you, and yes friends who might have flirted with me, but my eyes were on you,”

“Until you hugged him,”

“I was still talking about you,” I cried. “Ask them,” I told.

“Fuck that,” he snapped.

“I’m sorry, Shannon, I didn’t think I did anything wrong, but if I hurt you in some way I’m sorry,” I said trying the other way that wasn’t blowing up, I had to live with him now, I couldn’t just walk home. He put his forehead against my own, his hand on my neck.

“You’re mine, Tatiana,” he warned. “I promise you that you’re going to have a hard time getting away from me.” He pressed down a little. With his hand.

“Shannon,”

“no, Tatiana,”

“You’re hurting me,” I said

“I don’t care what you do,” he warned.

“stop,” I begged.

“Tatty?” I heard, we both looked over. Chester was looking at me.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, “We’re fine, Ju”

“I’ll fuck them up Tatiana” Shannon growled. My head snapped.

“Fucking stop!!” I snapped pushing Shannon away with all my might. “What do you want me to go to fucking jail,” I screamed at him.

“no-“

“No, fuck you, Shannon!!” I yelled. “Every time!!” I yelled. “You push me and push me until I become a fucking psycho,” I told.

“Tatty,” Chester warned.

“Fuck off!” I spat turning back to Shannon. “I give my life for you, and I do that because I want too, because I love you,” I told.

“T,” he said holding his hands up. “I’m wro-“

“No, you fuck bitches when I’m out working my ass off, making my life better”

��I haven’t done that in a long time,”

“no, but I hug one person, one person in a fucking joke, and you turning to an ass to push my buttons because this is a fucking show to you,” he told. “you want me to turn into a complete psycho, you want me to go to Jail,” I yelled. “Fine,” I said walking over to a trash can lifting it above my head. “Here’s me giving you what you want,” I used my entire body strength for it to be stopped one second before it left my hands. My eyes met Mikes.

“No,” he said shaking his head.

“Fuck you too,” I spat turning toward the road. Fuck them all.

“Tatiana,” Shannon and Chester called in unison.

“No fuck you all,” I said turning and sticking my finger up at them taking a step on the road, I head someone scream, then someone call my name before I felt it crash into my side. I felt like I was in the air for three hours before I slammed into the glass and rolled off on to the ground. With a thud.

“Tatty!!” I heard. “Tatty baby!” there was a herd of footprints coming toward me I felt Shannon’s hand on my forehead I looked at him. “baby,” he cried.

“I’m okay,” I said going to sit up.

“Tatty, don’t move,” I heard a voice say. “Is someone calling an ambulance?” the voice asked.

“Yeah,” the female answered.

“Baby,” Shannon said I looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” I closed my eyes.

“Is she okay?” I heard I felt the air near my head move,

“What the fuck man!” I heard then I heard a scuffle.

“Shannon!” someone called. “Chester, make sure he doesn’t make it worse,” I heard that voice got closer to my head. “It’s Mike Tatiana,” he said. “It’s going to be okay, alright” I looked at him. He smiled down at me. I felt my heart starting to beat fast as hell,

“My chest,” I whispered. Everything was going slow, everything sounded slow.

“It’s okay,” Mike said soothing my head. “Just focus on your breathing, in. . . out. .. in... out.” There was a bunch of noise and another couple of voices joined the noise that kept building.

“What’s the story,” someone asked.

“She didn’t see the car,” Mike said.

“Shan?” I called. Reaching my hand out.

“Shh,” Someone soothed.

“Keep still,” he hushed I felt a warm hand in mine I relaxed and closed my eyes.

[sydswritings]

Bike Rides & Heartbreaks (Chapter 24)

Never again. Seriously, never again was I sitting around and drinking with that many couples. What had started out as a simple night of drinking and celebrating the nominations had turned into what would have been an orgy had everyone not retired to their own rooms. I let out a long sigh as I reclined back on my bed for the night and stretched out my sore muscles. Finally a real bed, god I missed this. Hotel beds are all good and well but they were overslept in and not soft plushy goodness. I could feel my eyes getting heavy and wanted to slip into oblivion when a knock on my door had me jolting up and glaring at the offending noise.

    “Go away,” I yelled before cringing at the thought of drawing any of the other occupants attention to my room.

    “Open the door Syd,” Shannon’s voice had me sliding off the comfy bed and dragging my feet across the room to let him in.

    “What do you wa--” I trailed off noticing how he was dressed. I let my eyes fall to the dark boots covering his feet, to his light ripped jeans and up to his leather clad arms, motorcycle helmet in hand, “what the hell?”

    “Come on, we’re going for a ride.” He handed me the dark helmet before glancing over my appearance, “you need to change first though.”

    “I don’t think I brought my riding jacket dude.” I grumbled as I sat his helmet down on the bed to rummage through my suitcase.

    “You have a designated riding jacket?” I glanced back to see him leaning against the door frame with confusion painting his gorgeous features. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, trying to hydrate my now parched throat.

    “Ye-” My voice caught as he stretched, revealing a small sliver of skin. Clearing my throat I started again, “Yeah, you know for when I go riding.”

    “Wait, hold on, we’ve been friends for how long, I’ve talked about my bike and you’re just now telling me you ride?” He dropped his arms and prowled into the room, eyes locked on me.

I shrugged as I looked away from him and started pulling out clothes I deemed ok to wear in case we crashed. “It wasn’t really brought up?”

    “Not brought up? Really Syd, you’re a mess sometimes, ya know that?” He sighed out as he watched me finally grab some clothes and turn to him.

    “Yeah so I’ve been told, on numerous occasions.” I looked at him expectantly, before finally waving my clothes around, “Are you going to get out so I can change?”

I watched as his eyes clouded over, lost in his own thoughts that weren’t helping my own, before he shook his head and backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. God I was in over my head.

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The night summer air was cool as it whipped around me. The helmet Shannon lent me keeping my hair out of my face, allowing me to enjoy the ride. I hadn’t been able to just enjoy the ride since getting my own license, so I let the sensation fill me. I felt Shannon shift, kicking the Ducati into 6th gear and speeding up the winding mountain roads. I leaned with him when he took the next curve, whooping joyously as the adrenaline flowed through my veins. God I missed my bike. I couldn’t wait to get back home and take my gorgeous beast out for a ride through the Wilmington back roads. Soon the bike was being downshifted into 1st, allowing us to coast to a smooth stop. I waited for Shannon to put it in park and kick the stand out before I climbed off and looked around. The view was unbelievable, the night lights shining back at me like a sky on fire. Los Angeles was stunning in the day but at night it was simply breathtaking.

    “This is my favorite place,” Shannon breathed out as he came to stand next to me.

    “It’s beautiful.” I let the awe saturate my voice as I took in the scene.

    “I come here when I need to think.” He shifted to lean over the wooden post that held up the fencing to keep people from falling off the mountain. “I’m usually alone.”

    “So why bring me?” I asked, moving to stand closer to him.

    “I felt like you needed a place to think too.” He looked over at me and smiled that breathtaking smile of his, making my knees almost buckle. “Plus that house was some kind of noisy tonight.”

I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me. “God was it ever.”

We stood in silence, letting the dark engulf us. The tension flowing out of me slowly as I closed my eyes to listen to all the noises of the night. I finally opened my eyes to look over LA, enjoying the way the lights flickered and the car lights added to the details, making the city look like a live painting. I sighed out before looking over at Shannon, watching the way the lights played with the plains of his face. His eyes locked on the city below, it was then I realized I couldn’t keep how I felt about him to myself anymore. The girls were right, it wasn’t fair to him and it wasn’t fair to me to keep it all locked up.

Shannon’s head turned to me, brows furrowed and realization dawned on me that I had said his name out loud. I steeled myself and took a deep breath before carefully stepping into his personal space. His eyes followed me, tracking my movements as I slid my hand up to the back of his neck. The confusion I first saw lit up in understanding as I brought his head down closer to mine. When our lips finally met, it was a whisper of a touch, almost an illusion, but slowly shifted into something more, something primal. Something driven by weeks of repressed emotions and need. I felt more than heard the groan that vibrated through Shannon’s chest as he pulled me closer to him. The feel of his fingers lacing through my hair, locking me in place, caused a shiver to race down my spine. All I could feel was his body against mine, all I could taste was his tongue running across mine and all I could smell was the deep scent that was only Shannon.

Something in Shannon changed as he broke the kiss, ending it as fast as it began, before stepping back and running his hands roughly through his hair. I watched perplexed as he seemed to be fighting with himself.

    “We shouldn’t have done that.” He rasped out.

I stepped back, carefully masking the hurt I felt at hearing those words. This wasn’t exactly how I saw this moment unfolding.

    “Shit,” Shannon’s voice echoed around us, “this-that shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”

    “Sorry? Sorry for what?” I finally found my voice. “I’m the one who kissed you. I just thought we were on the same page.”

    “It’s not like that Syd.” He scrubbed his hands down his face, “fuck! God I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks, but fuck the fucking timing.”

I tilted my head, brows furrowing in bewilderment as I watched him. “What are you talking about Shannon?”

    “I could never tell where we were, you were-are my best friend and somewhere along the way I felt more, but I didn’t know where we stood. I waited, shit Sydney, I waited for you to make the first move.” Shannon looked up, his eyes stormy as they locked with mine, “When you didn’t say anything, after all the flirting and the underlying comments, I figured you weren’t interested. I just-I’m seeing someone.”

I stood there in complete silence, frozen, unable to piece together what the hell was happening. I fucked up, god I was a fuck up. Everything I touched, all I did was destroy things. I had something waiting for me, something perfectly made for me and I waited too long.

    “Syd?” His voice broke through my hazy brain, “Syd, please say something.”

The pleading in his tone made me look up at him, “I think-maybe we should take some time.”

Shannon’s face fell and my heart broke even more. God was there ever going to be an end to this?

    “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” The tone he once held was morphing into justifiable anger as I closed my eyes.

    “What do you want me to say Shan? That I felt the same way? That I waited for you too? I didn’t want to mess up what we had, but I wanted so much more. I wanted everything with you. I just didn’t want to screw you up with my fucked up-ness.” I could hear my voice cracking as I spilled. “I’ve kept you at a distance, but somehow everyone could see it. I tried Shannon, I tried so hard not to fall in love with you, but somehow the more I fought it the more I fell for you. I just wanted to keep you happy, keep you in my life even if it was just as my best friend.”

I slid my phone out of my pocket sending a quick SOS to Ace knowing out of all my family she would be the one awake. I needed to get out of here, my heart couldn’t take anymore. I wanted to tell him to leave her, to give us a chance, but I knew that wasn’t fair. If he was happy with this girl then who was I to ask something like that?

    “Sydney?” I glanced up to see Shannon, his beautiful face, crestfallen and I knew I was right, I knew from the beginning I would mess it all up.

    “I can’t Shannon, I think you should leave.” I choked out, stepping away from him.

    “I’m not going to leave you up here alone,” He argued.

    “I don’t need a babysitter Shannon, and I sure as hell don’t need you.” I hated myself for saying those words, but I knew if I didn’t push him away I would destroy him, so I lashed. I lashed out at the one person I needed in my life as much as I needed my girls.

    “Really Sydney?” Shannon’s voice held barely contained anger, ”You don’t need me? Fine.”

The start of his Ducati and the spray of rocks shattered what was left of my broken heart as I listened to him speed away. This was the right thing, pushing him away, letting him find real happiness with someone who wasn’t a walking disaster, but god it hurt.

Chapter 25

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 65)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 4392

Warnings: Language, enter Morgan Stark, confusion, polyamourous relationship (Bruce x OFC x Tony),  5 yrs explained, lying and deception, anger, yelling, swearing, making up Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Everyone had gotten back to the cabin. You’d said hello to Tony, but Shannon’s daughter was nowhere to be seen. You saw Bruce for a fleeting moment but he was retreating when you saw him. Wade and Remy were inside with Tony, catching up, you assumed. 

They had explained to you exactly what happened and why they thought they had a chance now. Scott Lang, someone who you’d fought during the Accords, had theorized time travel. Tony, being the genius he was, had figured it out. 

You and Shannon were sitting out on the back porch of the cabin enjoying tea. 

“So, Y/N, where have you been all this time?”

You shrugged slightly as you answered, “You found me, or at least Wade did. You must have some idea…”

“I wasn’t sure if he was going to find you, to be honest. It always seemed like you were two steps ahead of me.”

“Imagine that, me beating the trained spy at evasion.” You smirked at the thought. Perhaps some of the tricks Loki had taught you regarding disappearing had paid off. “If you must know, I mainly toured Europe for a few months. Remy found me early on and we went exploring... in honor of Loki. After that we lived in New Orleans, started to build a life... it became too much so I kind of went rogue and then met up with Clint....” You left her to fill in the dark details before perking up and asking, “How about you? You’re out here in this paradise with Tony and apparently a child?”

“Yes you did manage to evade a spy. If I'd had the chance to go out and find you myself but then Morgan happened and with the ba---" 

Bruce walked up the steps with Morgan swinging on his arm. "Hey babe, hope I'm not interrupting." Bruce kissed her cheek. "Hey, Y/N. How you feeling?"

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t help it. What...was going on here? Bruce and Morgan being close didn’t quite surprise you. Bruce was close with Shannon and Tony, but… Kissing Shannon on the cheek? What the hell was all that about?

"I’m a little bruised and worse for wear but... how.. are you?" You couldn’t tame your confusion. “This must be little Morgan," you said, trying to ignore your growing confusion, and focus on the little girl you had yet to meet. She had Tony’s hair, but Shannon’s eyes and nose. 

Morgan asked, “Mommy, who's she?” 

“This is Y/N, she's your aunt, the one I told you about?” Shannon explained as she pulled her close to her.

Morgan looked from her mother to you. “Hi there,” she greeted in a quiet voice, waving as she climbed into Shannon’s lap. 

This was absolutely surreal. Shannon was a mother? You had no doubt she was fantastic at it, but she had a five year old you didn’t know about? 

"This is Morgan, your niece. You’re probably wondering how this is even possible right?" Shannon asked, a bit of mischief in her voice and eyes. She was brushing her fingers through Morgan’s hair.

With Morgan around her, she was absolutely glowing. It suited her. It completed her. 

"Uh... yeah I thought... well I thought the Red Room removed... the possibility?" You were trying to delicately put it since a child was nearby, all while greeting Morgan physically by shaking her hand and smiling at her. 

Bruce noticed the confusion on your face. "I'll leave you three to talk." He kissed both Morgan and Shannon on the forehead. "Let me know when you're hungry, okay, kiddo?" 

“Okay,” she answered with a grin. 

"Well yeah, they did take away my ability to be able to but I was a step ahead I had someone be the holder for my eggs and Tony’s sperm. I knew what they were going to do and I knew in the future I might want kids so I had some eggs removed and stored for later.”

“So did you have Morgan the natural way or was she one of the eggs?”

“Once Tony and I moved into the cabin we figured we'd try to start a family and he knew I'd done this, so we found a way for me to get a uterus transferred into me and here we have Morgan.”

“That's really good. I'm happy for you. But I'm still a little confused on you and Bruce and Morgan. How does all that work?” you stressed. Your best friend having a child you didn’t know about was hard enough, but now it seemed like she was with Bruce too?

“Well Morgan is mine and Tony's child. Bruce is a whole other thing. Bruce is my partner. I wouldn't say husband because he and I aren't married.”

“So you and Tony and Bruce are all... Together? How did that happen? I can't imagine Tony letting you look at anyone, let alone be with anyone.”

“No he’s not like that. Yeah he gets jealous and after a round of fighting, those two settled things down and came to an agreement.”

“But.... how did that even come about? I mean I’ve known you have loved both for quite a while but how did the option of you being with both even get approached?”

She shrugged, as if it were simple. “We both trust Bruce and knew his intentions were pure and  by then I was already pregnant with Morgan.”

“You started... going together when you were pregnant? That's...crazy... “ You sat there completely dumbfounded at this news.

“Honestly after their fight, they went off somewhere to talk and came back and they told me that they would figure something out. And then Tony came to me and told me that if I wanted to be with Bruce I could.”

"Got the best of both worlds, huh?" you mused.

“I know this is all much to process. But I do have a question to ask, what are you going to do if we succeed and bring everyone back? What happens with you and Remy? Will you continue to be with him, Loki, or both?” She peered at you, carefully taking your response in.

Sucking in a breath, you answered, "I hadn't thought about it. When you said there was a chance... to be honest I stopped thinking about anything else and Loki came to mind. So... we'll just have to see." You sighed. This wasn’t a subject you were ready to address or even think about in the slightest. "I’m happy for you, Shannon though. I really am... Do you think we have a shot though?"

“I think we do. There’s a sure shot that it can go one of two ways and I'm keeping my mind on the positive. We'll be testing this theory soon. I have this gut feeling that things will turn out how we want. She touched her stomach but not in a way that it would make her baby bump noticeable. 

You narrowed your eyes. “I hope they do. I’d love to be involved in the testing if possible. I’m not sure if any of my physics knowledge can help, but I could try if you want.”

“I'm sure the boys would appreciate the help. And if you really want to test it out yourself go for it.”

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Few days passed and things were going well, at least Shannon thought so. She'd been able to hide her baby bump from you for a while but it was getting harder to do so. Both of her men told her she should tell you but she didn't know how you would react. Morgan was one thing. It had already been done, she was born, growing up - it was a done deal. But  being pregnant again, but another man? She felt like it would be rubbing it in your face that she was moving on and you were doomed to live in the past.

On the morning before the test run, Shannon had been in the kitchen. Everyone was busy and she tried to reach for a glass for her drink but her belly wasn't giving her space to do so. 

You were passing by the kitchen when you noticed Shannon was struggling to grab a glass. You giggled as you always thought it was cute how short she was. You decided to help her. You walked around the island and that’s when you realized something. She couldn't reach it because her belly was swollen.... She was pregnant.

A glass dropped from your hand as you gazed down at the bump. It had barely started to show but it was very real. The glass hit the counter then the floor, shattering everywhere.

"You.... you’re pregnant?" you gasped. “Why… Why would you keep that from me?” you wondered, shocked and hurt. 

“Y/N!” Shannon jumped back away from the broken glass. “You scared me.” She grabbed her hoodie and put it on.

“What’s the point in the hoodie, Shannon? I already saw it!” you stated hastily, anger in your voice. “What the hell? Why would you hide this?” 

Shannon was tugging at her hoodie. “You’re right, there’s no use in hiding it.” She lifted the sweater to touch her belly. “I didn’t want you to feel upset about this. I know just how much you wanted to start a family with Loki and it just seemed unfair to you.” 

At Loki’s name, you stiffened, not to mention the truth of her words. 

Just then all four men ran in and a little Morgan did too 

“What happened!?” Both Tony and Bruce yelled.

“Mommy, are you okay?”

“Looks like someone’s getting too big to reach the top shelf,” Wade joked.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Remy asked, getting to your side.

You nodded, brushing him off. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” you gently assured. “Shannon?” you prompted again, ignoring nearly everyone else as you stared at her, pain snaking through you. 

Shannon was always in tune with your emotions, she could sense the anger trying to bubble so she let her calm powers wrap around you to not make things scary for Morgan’s sake. 

“Mommy’s fine, Morgan. Can you go with daddy please?” She pointed to Tony. “Y/N, let’s not make things be something they’re not.” She motioned to Morgan in the room. 

Your eyes quickly darted to Morgan. “I’m not going to do anything to hurt Morgan or anyone else, Shannon. Regardless of what I’ve been doing the last few years, I would never let that happen. I’ve gotten control over my powers, a lot better. None of this changes the fact that you hid your child from me. You’re pregnant and you haven’t had the decency to mention it to me? But you tried to tell me I wasn’t being a good sister?” 

“You left, Y/N! For five years! How was I supposed to tell you?” Shannon exclaimed. “It was so hard tracking you down. No one told you to go AWOL. You could have stayed here with Remy and been with family and friends and you would have gotten to see everything happen.” Her voice began to waiver so she stopped and took a deep breath. “When I needed you most, you were gone and with no way to locate you.”

Anger enveloped you, you were seething. “When you needed me most?” you stressed. “I needed you! I left because it was so god damn suffocating being around this. You have Tony, Bruce… everyone. You hardly lost anyone. I lost almost everyone and that grief was too much to process in the face of all this happiness. I couldn’t grieve in peace knowing all of you were happy, pressing on. When Thanos used the stones for the last time, and we lost, like really lost, I didn’t know what the hell to do, so I left. I’m sorry I missed the last five years, but clearly, you more than made up for it with a full life!”

It was Shannon’s turn to get angry. She'd kept this hidden long enough and she wasn't about to let this slide.

“My son was taken from me!” she screamed. She finally let it out and with it, the dam broke loose. “We lost our parents and sister too!”

You frowned, utterly lost. “You… What? Your son? Shannon, who the hell are you talking about?” you wondered. Had she gone mad? “Wait, wait, did you say that our parents are gone?” 

Three sets of parents were lost. Biological and both adoptive. Could it get much worse? 

“Jesus, Shannon, I thought they were still around,” you admitted. You swore she had called to check on them after the snap. 

“I called so many times that I got desperate and went by the house and everything was left as if they had just been doing something but they’re gone. You would have known that but you left. I know you lost a lot but wallowing in the grief was your choice. It’s one thing to lose a significant other but losing a child is above all else.” She wiped the tears off her cheek. “Peter still had his whole life ahead of him but there is no way to replace him. The only family I had left was Tony and you and you left me too.”

You shook your head in confusion. “What… What the fuck does Peter have to do with losing a son? Look, Shannon, I know you and Tony kind of had a soft spot for the kid, and we all miss him but…” 

“Language!” Tony yelled.

“Woah! Even I know not to be a potty mouth in front of the kid,” Wade said as he covered Morgan’s ears.

His words barely registered through you, except faint annoyance.

“You don’t get it do you, Y/N?” Shannon asked. “Peter is our biological son, not some kid we had a soft spot for,” she let out, feeling her knees wobble. 

Bruce instantly noticed and went to pick her up. “Come on, this is too much for you to handle right now.”

“I had no idea… You never told me. How was I supposed to know?” you asked, your voice volumes lower than it was before. “I’m sorry that you lost him, I truly am, but that doesn’t make lying to me about two of your children okay.”

“How could I? You were off the radar, no one knew where you were,” she said. “Tony and I had gotten to—-”

Bruce stopped her. “I think it’s best you rest for a bit before you get into this situation.” He walked out of the kitchen with Shannon in his arms.

“Friday, can you send one of the little bots to clean up the broken glass?” Tony asked the AI.

“Right away sir.”

You looked to Tony with an apology on your face for the glass. He waved it off with a half smile.

“Alright, you little munch,” Wade said as he swooped Morgan off the ground. “Let’s go back to the play house and finish our game, yeah?” 

“Yay! Let’s go now.” Morgan giggled as she’s swung about. Everyone was gone now except you, Tony, and Remy. The fight you just had with Shannon left you feeling like a hurricane just happened around you. 

You glanced to Tony. “Tony, I didn’t know,” you admitted softly. “You know if I knew, I never would’ve... How could she not tell me?” you asked, desperate. “She hid Peter from me, and now this other child she has on the way? Why? Does she not trust me? Am I not family enough?” 

“It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, Y/N, it’s that she doesn’t want to make you feel like you’ve missed out on things you could have done with Loki.” He walked over to you and put his arm around you. “She’s scared that you’ll leave again and this time she won’t be able to find you.” He led you to the living room where Shannon was resting. “Give her a chance to breathe and explain everything okay? We tried to convince her to tell you but you know how stubborn she can be.” He huffed and then patted your shoulder.

“I understand now, she might not trust me… But when Peter was born…” You shook your head. “I guess I’ll give her a chance to explain. It just hurts to think she’d hide the biggest events in her life from me.”

“I know it’s hard to think but our lives have been full of troubles that we couldn't control. there wasn't a moment for us to sit down and unload everything,” he told her and then walked away.

As everyone left the room, you couldn’t help but look around and feel the twinge of envy. Shannon’s life was full. She may have lost Peter, her sister, and her parents, but you lost Loki, Stephen, Charles, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Logan… You were friends with Tony and Steve, sure, but they were Shannon’s, not yours. Tony was Shannon’s husband, and she had him. Steve was her best friend, and she had him. Nat was her best friend, and she had her. Bruce was her boyfriend, and she had him. Now, she had children, two partners, all of her friends, a little slice of hidden paradise. 

You had Remy, and that was great. And you knew you could always come home to Shannon, but ultimately, lining your life up side by side with Shannon’s - one was full of life, love, vibrancy, and one wasn’t. 

You turned to Remy. “She’s got such a full life, even without me,” you noted sadly before looking up at him. “I wonder if she really even needs me.” 

Shannon was the only family you had left. Thor hadn’t talked to you in years, and your biological parents, Frigga, and Odin were dead. Shannon’s parents, your parents, had vanished. 

“Of course she does,” he assured.

“I’m not so sure,” you responded. “She has everyone, and everything she ever wanted…” 

“Chere,” Remy started with a sigh, “family isn’t like money. You can’t spend it and get more to replace it. You mean a great deal to her, and she you. You’re irreplaceable. She might have kids and all these friends, but so do you. You still have Shannon, you have me. I know for a fact you’re friends with Stark and Rogers. You gotta stop focusin’ on what you lost, and remember what you still have.” 

You nodded. He was right. You didn’t like it. It hurt. But ultimately, he was right. It was about quality, not quantity.

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Bruce and Shannon were sitting on the couch. He had made sure that her vitals were back to normal and that the baby wasn’t affected. Soon enough, you walked over to where they were and sat opposite them so that you could have a moment to speak. 

“I’m going to see if the glass got picked up, then make sure Wade isn’t corrupting our little girl.” He kissed her forehead.

“Sure thing, I’ll shout if I need anything.” “I’m ready to listen, if you’re ready to tell me about Peter,” you gently informed before clearing your throat.

“Where do I even begin?” she stretches out on the couch.

You notice she was not wearing the hoodie anymore.

“A good place to start would be when you had Peter? He’s over half your age and I think I would’ve noticed you being pregnant in college, or during New York, or during prison…” 

“Well all this happened way after college but right before New York,” she said hoping to clear up the when. “When I was in the Red Room program, the final part was having my uterus removed or else I was killed, so I  had some eggs removed before it could be done to me.” She stopped so that this can be processed.

You slowly responded, “Okay.”

“I had about 10 eggs removed and stored for the future if I ever wanted kids.” She explained how life went on like you knew it up until the time that the battle of New York happened. “Tony and I had gotten pretty serious and that's when I came clean and told him about my situation and he started searching for uterus transplants but I wasn't ready to get my hopes up like that you know?”

“Right, of course,” you agreed.

“Tony was understanding so we had a doctor combine our genetics from the egg and the sperm and I was making changes so that the baby would be healthy and with a few of my abilities but something went wrong and it gave him his super strength, the sticky feet thing, and his growth was modified. From there we asked May if she knew anyone who would be willing to be a surrogate and she said she would.”

All you could do was nod as you took this in. 

“Then New York happened and we didn't want to risk Peter being caught up in this so we asked May to watch over him until it blew over but things never got better after that and by then Peter had grown up and we didn't want to mess with how his life was.” She took a break. It was hard to say this, the only people who knew the truth were her, Tony, and Bruce and now she was telling you.

“But he… If he was sixteen when he was… at the snap, how is it possible that you had him in 2012?” Most of this made sense, but you were becoming somewhat confused. 

“The age modifier that I had accidentally given him was like a growth spurt that makes him both physically and mentally older but his true age is still young.” 

Your head bobbed side to side, contemplating this. 

“Then we found out he was Spider-man and things changed. We wanted to protect him at all costs and this gave us a chance to get to know him and start a connection so we could find a way to tell him the truth and then Thanos happened and we lost him and our shot of regaining the years we lost.” Shannon had been rubbing her belly and she wasn't looking at you anymore. She didn't want to cry again thinking of him.

“Oh, Shan, I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you reached over and squeezed her knee.

“That's why Tony was so distraught when Peter turned to dust in his arms.” She held your hand. “As for Morgan, after everything, we found a chance for a uterus transplant and we prayed things would work out and it gave us Morgan and a chance to restart.” She smiled, looking over to you and pointing to the picture of Tony holding little Morgan. “And this is miracle babies Number 2 and 3 that is mine and Bruce’s. We haven’t announced the genders yet, I’ve wanted to tell you but you weren’t here and if you came back I was scared that you’d leave again and for good.” Her smile slipped a little thinking that would still happen.

“That’s fair,” you assessed with a bob of your head. “I’m not going to leave again, Shannon. I missed all of you like crazy and to be honest, I’m not upset that you’re surrounded by happiness and love. I’m just upset that I don’t have that. That I miss so many people.” You chewed your lip, toying with your fingers, avoiding her gaze. “See, I dwelled in the past. It wasn’t until just before Wade found me that I’d made the choice to move on. I accepted the fact that nobody was coming back. I grieved, not just for Loki, but for my friends, our friends, the universe’s population. Between believing I didn’t deserve a happy ending and grieving everyone, I couldn’t even see a light at the end of the tunnel until a few days ago. So then I show up here, and you’re just having babies and picking out cabins and shit. It almost looked like to me you didn’t grieve at all. You took no time to mourn for any of the losses that took place.” You shook your head. “That’s why I got mad. Not that you’re happy or that I can’t have it or whatever. But that it looked almost like you didn’t give a fuck that we lost because your life could go on with Tony, Bruce, all your friends and kids…” 

Shannon slowly nodded. She didn’t realize it looked that way. She mourned, of course she did. She just didn’t want to squander away any time she had left. She was lucky to get Tony back and she wanted to make the most of it. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, looking down. “I hadn’t thought of it like that. I just thought it was kind of rubbing it in your face, that’s why I didn’t mention being pregnant.” 

You shook your head, waving her worries off. “I’ll always be happy for you. We took two different paths to cope with the same problem. You decided not to waste any of the time you have left, because life is short and precious. The snap made that more than fucking clear.” You let out a breath. “I left, and Remy and I built a life and after a while, I wasn’t sure I could come back here, and I was filled with so much bitter rage and I needed to take it out on people. I wasn’t sure if there was a place for me anymore, or if I had gone too far to the dark side that you’d want me to stay away. I am happy for you, I really am. I just wish I had the same opportunity is all. And I know I self-jeopardized that when I ran away, but I also know it was cathartic and I needed it. You needed your space to build your family in peace, and I needed my space to grieve.” You gave her a sad smile. “I just hope you can forgive me.” 

“Y/N, you know your points are valid and I'm always going to forgive you, you’re my sister and there’s no one else I’d rather want to share my life with.”

The two of you smiled and hugged. 

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