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hypersonic04 · 10 months

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'Tis The Damn Season

I know it's only september, but i just love writing christmas one shots so much lol. i hope you all love this because it was so comforting and cosy to write!!

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Your boots crunch in the snow, muffled in the emptiness of the path you were dragging your suitcase down. You check your watch - half past two. You'd promised to be there by 1 o'clock, but work had kept you at your desk in London for an extra couple of hours.

If only they hadn't chosen a cottage in the middle of nowhere to be the family Christmas destination.

It was tradition: every year, on the 24th of December, everyone descended on your mother's best friends' cottage, hidden out in the snowy countryside. Fond memories of opening presents with your brothers and her sons, building their newly gifted race car tracks and trying to fit your Barbie dolls in their monster trucks. Now, though, things are different, evenings spent drinking wine and listening to how successful your brother's business is, rather than playing Monopoly and falling asleep on a 15 year old Ross Macdonald's shoulder. You cringe to yourself even now as you remember how clumsy and awkward you were - he was a couple of years older than you, and you vividly remember listening to him shyly talk about his band at the Christmas dinner table, cheeks turning pink and yours even pinker when he met your graceless, 14-year-old-crush gaze. You'd seen his success, and you were immeasurably proud of him, but there was always something that made your heart ache, seeing him on magazines and at awards shows, and knowing that your distant childhood memories were that, really: distant.

You almost cry with happiness when you spot the house in the distance. Your pace quickens, dragging the hefty suitcase along behind you. The sky is unbelievably clear and blue, the air crisp with December cold, a scarf wrapped around your neck and tucked into your coat. Your boots are rubbing at your ankles, your nose red and freezing - opening the door to the cottage you've been to every Christmas of your life has never felt as joyous as it does right now.

A room full of warm, lit up faces.

"She's here!"

The room glows with love. You're engulfed in hugs, kisses to your rosy, cold cheeks, your mum taking your scarf from you and a glass of mulled wine shoved into your hand. The Christmas tree stands in the corner, familiar ornaments hanging there like they'd been up since the previous year. You were the last person to arrive, one of your brothers sat on the sofa, Ross' brother attempting to kindle the fire, your other brother having an in depth chat with Ross' dad about Formula 1.

"You're freezing cold, my girl," Bella, your mother's friend, holds your hands in hers, "how have you been?"

She moves to hold you at arms length, looking at you like she did when you were a little girl. A fondness in her eyes, warm and homely, a sense of knowing.

"I'm okay! You know, busy with work and everything." Smiling at her, you squeeze her hands gently. Her eyes linger on you for a few seconds, lips forming a line.

"Well, you look as gorgeous as ever, darling." She tucks a curl behind your ear, tilting her head a little.

The creak of the stairs is what draws you away from her indistinguishable expression.

He's wearing a maroon knit sweater, dark wash, blue jeans, white socks padding down the staircase. His hair is what makes you swallow heavily, pulled back into a bun and his beard seemingly darker and a little longer than last time. He ducks his head under the beam when he reaches the last step.

"I've sorted the spare room, Mum-"

His face softens when he sees you. His mouth agape a little, stopping mid-sentence, the corners of his mouth curling upwards softly. He stutters over his words for a second before a string of 'hello's' and 'didn't know you'd got here's tumbled out of his mouth.

You can't hold back the smile that graces your face at the sight of him. It's Ross.

His mum steps to the side for a second as he makes his way over, raising her eyebrows at your mum like gossiping teenagers. You know exactly what they're insinuating, the same thing they've insinuated every year since you were about 13.

He smiles at you so softly, eyes creasing in the corner as he leans down to give you a hug. One arm wrapped around you shoulders, the other around your back, yours around his waist. The fabric of his sweater is so soft under your touch, his aftershave pleasant as you inhale gently. Closing your eyes for a second, you allow yourself to slot into his hold, the familiar pair of arms around you warming you up more than any fireplace or red wine ever could.

"What time did you get here?" He says, pulling away from you and shoving a hand into his pocket, the other coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

"About five minutes ago, I was running late anyway, but then the taxi driver wouldn't drive any further down the footpath." You laugh lightly.

"I'd have come to give you a hand if I'd have known, sorry, I-" He has an apologetic expression, eyebrows raising a little.

"No, it's fine!" You frown a little with a shake of your head, "I had no signal anyway, wouldn't have been able to ring you."

He nods in agreement, rolling his eyes, "I ask them all the time why they picked to live in the middle of a field." He laughs.

"Ross, did you take the turkey out of the freezer earlier?" His mum calls to him, the sound of her in the kitchen filling both your ears and nostrils, the delicious smell of Bella's famous Christmas Eve feast filling the room. He purses his lips, eyes going wide and a giggle escaping your lips, hand coming over your mouth.

"Shit." He laughs boyishly, "Didn't you ask Dad to do that?" He calls after her, walking off into the kitchen.

You stand there for a second, the grin on your face immovable, arms folded over your stomach.

"What are you smiling at, hm?" Your eldest brother raises his eyebrows at you teasingly, picking up your suitcase for you.

"Shut up." You huff, rolling your eyes in classic younger sister fashion.

The teasing about your crush on Ross had been a constant in your life. You'd never explicitly told anyone about it, but the way you reacted when they'd bring him up in conversation was enough.

"He's single, you know?" He mumbles as you follow him upstairs, into your spare room.

"Who's single?" You play dumb, keeping your eyes on the floor as he turns his head to you, scoffing.

"Oh, give it a rest. You bloody know who."

Setting your suitcase on the bed, he leaves you to unpack and get settled. It's the same room you stayed in every year - a singular, rectangular window overlooking the front garden, flowered wallpaper at Bella's persistence, her excuse being that she never had girls. The light blue bedspread brings back memories of Christmas mornings gone by, the boys waking you up because you were always the last one awake. Your mind wanders as you unpack, setting sweaters and mini skirts and sparkly New Years' dresses on the bed, so the tap at the door takes you by surprise.

"Sorry, 'didn't mean to make you jump." Ross stands in the doorway, greeting you with a creased grin.

"Oh, it's fine." You laugh softly, awkwardly even, playing with the hem of the pyjama bottoms in your hand. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I was just wondering if you fancied going to the pub later? Rob said it's a pub quiz or something, thought you'd like it."

"Sure, yeah. I'll come." You nod with a sweet smile, watching as he nods back at you with pursed lips.

"We're leaving in about an hour, so..." His voice trails off a little, and you notice how his eyes move up and down your figure, blinking profusely. You suddenly feel conscious, standing there in a pair of old mom jeans and the most basic of t shirts, something you'd thrown on in a hurry. Christ knows what your hair looks like.

His eyes linger for a second, dropping down to the suitcase laid out flat on the bed. A smirk graces his lips, before turning on his heel and heading back downstairs, his footsteps light on the wooden floorboards. Your cheeks flush bright red when you turn back to the open suitcase - a pair of your laciest knickers, black with little frills on the sides, placed almost perfectly in his eye line, right next to a matching red pair. You stand for a second with your lips pulled inwards, closing your eyes. That did not just happen.

Post-unpacking, you head back downstairs and try to pretend that Ross seeing your underwear isn't the only thing consuming your mind. Everyone's sat around the living room, some Christmas special on the television, the faintest falling of snow like a picture through the window. It's getting darker, the warm glow of Bella's fairy lights in every nook and cranny bathing the cottage in the most festive light. It's freezing outside, but the company in the house makes it the warmest it's been all year.

Coats and scarves are donned, boots pulled on and hats on heads. It's the five of us, and the familiarity and nostalgia of it makes me feel warm. I look at their faces for a second, older yet the memories of our youth peeking through their boyish smiles and loud laughs.

"Be careful, you lot, it's really coming down now." Your mum looks through the kitchen window.

"And remember your key, Ross. I don't want you waking us up at God knows what time."

"Mum, I'm 34 years old, I've got my key." He rolls his eyes with a laugh, his mum fondly hitting his fleece-covered arm.

Your mum was right, the snow was really coming down now.

"Shit." You mumble as you stumble down the path a little, boots sticking in the snow.

The boys are a bit further ahead, as per usual, but Ross hangs back when he sees you struggling. He looks to them for a second, like he wants to tell them to wait for you both, but he decides against it.

"Shouldn't have worn those boots, you know. Docs are rubbish in the snow." He says, holding his hand out to you as you near him. You take it gladly, the material of your gloves sticking together. His hold is firm, keeping you stable.

"Alright, 'dad', bloody hell." You tease, the sound of his laugh heavenly.

"Sorry, sorry." He smiles, glancing down at you. He grins at the way the snowflakes settle in your hair, watching as you brush them off your eyelashes. "Always walking off and leaving us." He gestures to the three of them ahead.

"Some things never change, hm?"

"Yeah, I guess not."

He looks down at you for a second and you meet his gaze. There's something unspoken there, some ulterior meaning. He runs his thumb over your gloved hand, and you rest your head on his arm affectionately, feeling him squeeze your hand. There's a smile on both of your faces, knowing, just like his mum earlier.

"How's things with the band?" You ask after lifting your head from his bicep, looking up at him.

"Good, yeah. Really good." There's a look on his face that you don't always see when you're all sat around talking about work. He seems truly content, proud. "You should come and see us play. We're on tour in February."

Your face lights up at the suggestion and his stomach twists, the way your eyes widen and lips curve upwards making him toasty in the cold of the snow. It's darker now, street lamps lighting the path as you all trundle down it, but the glow that seems to exist when you're together is brighter than any of them.

"That would be wonderful." You smile sweetly and hold his arm with your other hand.

The boys wait up for you, and you find yourselves suddenly letting go of each other. They roll their eyes, surprised that the two of you are still keeping up with the 'we're totally not in love with each other' act.

The pub is bustling when you get there. Groups of friends who have evidently been day drinking laughing loudly, couples stood in dimly lit corners, music playing over the speakers. It's trimmed up with garlands and wreaths on every door, candles lit at every table. Ross heads to the bar whilst the rest of you find a table to sit at. You take the booth seat, as does Ross when he returns with five pints and a packet of peanuts, your favourite.

You do the quiz, and despite not winning, you treat yourself to a shot in the excuse of it being Christmas. Time passes on, people recommending songs and the night slowly turning into karaoke. You laugh into Ross' arm, slowly getting closer and closer to each other throughout the night until you're pressed into each other's side.

"I think I might go back, I'm shattered." Ross' brother yawns, your own nodding in agreement. You frown a little, looking at your still half full pint from the round that you'd payed for.

"We can stay, if you want." Ross nudges your side, your faces inches apart. "We're going to stay until y/n's finished her pint, lads."

They look between each other for a second before nodding in agreement, exchanging hugs with you and a brief "get back safe" before leaving. Your youngest brother pushes the door open with his back, giving you a thumbs up as he leaves, immediately making you roll your eyes at him.

"Do you want to stay for one more?" Ross asks as he watches you drink your current pint. You open your mouth and close it again, nodding perhaps a little too eagerly.

You never want the night to end. The rest of the evening is spent giggling together like teenagers over things that happened years ago, talking about past failed relationships, and everything in between. His arm is around you, the occasional kiss to your forehead or a hold of his hand.

"He didn't deserve you, y/n." He looks down at you with raised eyebrows and lips pulled inwards. "I knew it from the second I met him."

"Did you really?" You wince at the thought of everyone around you being able to see that your boyfriend is a dickhead, but you.

"Mhm, hated him. That was the worst Christmas of my life."

"Jesus Christ, Ross. I don't think he was that bad!" You laugh loudly and he shakes his head.

"What, watching him all over you for a week? Torture."

It takes you by surprise, and you can tell he's shocked at his bravery when he tales a rather large gulp of beer. You analyse his face for a second, a look of what might be panic on his face. He meets your gaze for a second before averting his eyes back to the dodgy singer doing a rendition of Last Christmas.

"Well, I never really liked any of your girlfriends, either." You quip, watching as he relaxes a little, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, really? Which one?" He cocks his head upwards, looking at you with intrigue.

"What was she called, the really tall one? She pretended I didn't exist the whole time I was here, Ross."

"Oh, yeah..." He scrunches his nose up, "Sorry about that."

"It's okay, it was ages ago." You shrug.

You sit in silence for a few seconds, both of you pretending to watch karaoke, but rather pondering what the other had just said.

"I don't think I'd like any of your boyfriends, y/n." He says suddenly, looking at you intensely. You try to read his mind, to see if he's actually just said what you'd heard.

"Why's that?" You frown.

"You know why." He scoffs. Your eye contact is intense, immovable, the brown of his eyes almost like a honey colour in the light of the pub. Your eyes flick down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. You've been close to things like this before with him, sat perhaps a little too close together on the sofa on Boxing Day, or sharing a cigarette outside on the seat swing when everyone else is asleep, but never like this.

"I don't know why, Ross." You play dumb, the faintest smirk forming on your lips. He watches your mouth as it curves, his own mirroring you.

"Don't be like this." He laughs airily, his arm along the back of your seat, body tilted towards you.

The call for last orders takes you both out of your moment, almost like coming back down to Earth.

"We should probably go home."

"Yeah, you're right."

You stumble out of the pub, the snow still falling gently, your bellies warm from the alcohol and company.

"Come on, you." He teases, hooking his arm through yours.

"If I remember right, I think it was you that nearly decked it last time we went out, so I should be looking after you, really." You giggle, watching as he groans a bit, shaking his head.

"Why are you bringing that up, seriously?" He laughs, admiring how funny you find the memory.

"Wasn't it about here, as well?" You point at the street.

"Oh, give it a rest." He holds the hand that's hooked through his arm.

The walk back seems to take forever, the two of you laughing loudly and being silly, the smile on your face the biggest all year. The lights are still on when you get home, the cottage glowing like a beacon in the dark, white-covered field.

"Do you ever miss being at home? You know, when it looks so pretty, like this." You ask, walking hand in hand, a little drunkenly.

"I mean, sometimes. I think it's more about missing the people and what being at home usually means. Y'know, being with my mum and dad, and you and everyone."

You come to a halt on the path leading up to the house, turning to him for a second. He's illuminated by the warmth of the house, his coat zipped up right around his neck, cheeks rosy and eyes drowsy.

"Can't we just pretend for the weekend, Ross?" You look at him pleadingly and he frowns.

"Pretend what?"

"Like we're not terrified of ruining everything. Just for one Christmas, can't we just pretend that we're not scared of what might happen?"

He looks at you for a second, his eyes scanning over your face for some kind of secret, hidden message.

"Are you sure?"

You nod, your brow down-turned for a second as you worry that you have, in fact, ruined everything.

The kiss he places on your lips proves that wrong. He holds your face in both hands, yours firmly wrapped around his wrists, leaning into his kiss. It's even better than you ever dreamed of. It's warm, and gentle, and perfect. His eyes are starry when he pulls away, dazed even, and your heart feels as though it could burst.

"Can we stay together tonight?" He says lowly, faces inches apart and still resting in the tenderness of his hands. You hum with a nod, following him onto the porch and into the house. Bella must've left the lights on, because everyone's asleep. It's silent, TV off and bedroom doors shut, and it's like you're teenagers sneaking around.

You head upstairs and change into the checked pyjamas you'd bought especially for Christmas Eve. Looking in the mirror, your cheeks are full and aglow, curls soaked from the snow that'd melted.

The familiar knock at your door doesn't startle you this time. He's wearing a t-shirt and plaid bottoms, his hands on your hips already comfortable. He walks you back towards the bed, the backs of your legs hitting it and his hold keeping you steady. You can feel him smiling as he kisses you, pulling away for a second.

"I can't even tell you how much I've thought about this." He whispers, looking down at your lips. You run your hands through his hair, now down and making your stomach twist in ways you didn't know it could.

"Me too." You whisper back.

The opening of a bedroom door and feet in the hallway makes you freeze on the spot. Your eyes widen when the bathroom door opens, the room next to your bedroom, whilst his crease in muffled laughter. You hit his shoulder, hiding your face in his chest. The two of you stand silence until the footsteps have gone back the way they came and doors are closed.

"Oh my god." You sigh, shaking your head with a laugh.

The two of you settle in the single bed in your room, his warm hands under your pyjama top, calloused and rough fingertips against your smooth skin. It feels like making up for lost time, lost touches, nights when you've slept in an empty bed and wondered whether he's thinking of you too.

And although it's the same room you've always slept in for Christmas, the same bed sheets, its the warmest bed you've ever known that evening.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine

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v4mptoru · 10 months

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You don't even know my name do ya?

Character/Fandom: Gojo Satoru/Jujutsu Kaisen

Summary: Although the very much well known Gojo Satoru has a ton of girls on his tail, his (six) eyes only seemed to be only on you.

Content(s): Implied fem!reader, cursing, Gojo actually being smitten while reader is outright confused and creeped out, Geto playing wingman and cringing at Gojo anyway, Shoko and Utahime being your gossip buddies.

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It was the summer of 2006.

It's nearly the end of the school year, the weather was getting warmer, and you see more people on the web posting more about their summer vacation.

The two girls by the name of Shoko and Utahime were currently by your side on the bench outside of Jujutsu Tech.

The two were gossiping while you were staring in the distance, maybe imagining a few fantasy scenarios you liked, it was all cool till you felt someone get pushed behind you,

You turn around to see a tall dude, lean yet lanky figure, white hair, and long white lashes. The most captivating part were his vibrant blue eyes, that were currently hidden behind his circular sunglasses.

"oh, Satoru.." "oh, it's Satoru." the two females beside you spoke, one in a casual tone and one in a tone of absolute disdain, Utahime was right behind Shoko as she stares at the white haired boy with a scowl.

The boy scoffed at the two girls as he turned to face you, clearing his throat out as he fixed his sunglasses, "Yo." he starts, "can I–" before he could even finish anything, a female voice interrupts him.

"boooo... corny.." Utahime behind you yawns as she lays her head on Shoko's shoulder, the brown haired girl snickers, almost choking on her cigarette, Satoru quickly shoots them a quick glare before he brings back his attention to you.

You chuckled softly at the two's antics as you as well turned back your focus to the guy in front of you, "uhm, hey?" you responded, smiling awkwardly at him as you tried to wave.

"hey." he repeats, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly as his eyes darts to you, "my friend over there thinks you're cute." he says, his voice cracking mid-sentence as he points his finger to someone behind him, you curiously shift your focus to the thing he was pointing to and you see another guy, black hair tied in a bun, and huge ass piercings.

the ravenette haired dude facepalms, visibly getting second-handedly embarrassed and cringing at his friend's way of flirting, he then steps in and pulls Satoru away, you can hear Shoko and Utahime giggling at the failed attempt of Satoru trying to talk to you.

You slowly turned to them with a deadpanned expression, "did you guys see that..?" You asked in a whisper in disbelief, genuinely what the fuck was that?

"that was so whack." Shoko mumbled underneath her breath as she takes out her cigarette with a small snicker, Utahime nods along in agreement before she turns to you, "you know who that was right?" she asks, now quite curious.

"I don't know who that twink was." You replied to her with a sigh as you massaged your temples, a snicker can be heard once again, "who was that?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side as you quirked a brow at Utahime.

She shrugs, "now that I think about it, you don't need to know.. if you see him, or he approaches you, avoid him." she says in a cautious tone, emphasizing the last part as she walks over to you and placed both hands on your shoulders, you winced slightly at the force.

"y-yeah, got that." you sighed in exasperation as she begins to shake your shoulders, "girly I am actually serious don't take this as a joke please avoid that trash of a man okay??" she raises her voice as she continuously shook you.

"okay yeah, that's enough I think she understands.." Shoko mutters as she pulled Utahime on the arm away from you while the girl wails her arm around, "nuh uh! i'm deadass!" she exclaims before Shoko places a hand over the girls mouth, muffling her words.

"y'know, you might actually wanna speak to that guy." Shoko suggests, winking at you with a smug expression as Utahime just lets out a loud gasp before scolding Shoko in a muffled voice, which the brown haired girl seemed to ignore as she smiles at you.

You thought about it for a moment, the guy seemed like a total weirdo, but you were kinda interested, I mean, the dude was literally pulled away by his friend, and what the hell did he mean by 'my friend thinks you're cute'? it was amusing, that guy was obviously a load of shit and you mentally chuckled at the thought of it.

A/n: Adding a part 2 and no, reader isn't so super shy.

#satoru gojō x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #☆ — Vamp SFW

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italianhomosexuality · 4 months

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rant to me (i like the sound, i like your voice) on ao3

“Nico! You're finally here!”

The ever too-chipper voice took Nico out of his thoughts. He had plans that consisted of brooding and staring, but it seems like Will Solace didn't think that behavior is appropriate for a party.

If whatever it is that's happening can even be considered a party; the Apollo cabin and some other campers decided to get together near the lake, with some soda cans, Doritos bags, and sour gummy worms. There's some music playing and chatter going around, but Nico's foam earplugs do a great job at keeping the volume low enough so that it's not overwhelming. He plays with his fingers, practicing the alphabet in sign language. Tatiana, a daughter of Nemesis, was hard of hearing. Nico became close to her since both of them would usually sit in the shadows, a few feet away from the crowds. It was easy to be around her, and he was making an effort to learn sign.

Will's voice was a little muffled by the earplugs, but taking them out would be much worse. Nico just gestured towards him, pointing in a general direction that is a little further from the noise and confusion. Will understood, because of course he did. They walked a few steps in silence, and Nico didn't bother correcting Will that he'd been here for a few good minutes now, he just didn't want to interrupt Will's conversation with Connor.

He wasn't wearing his usual orange shirt; the blue fabric suits his eyes and looks nice under the moonlight. Nico knew he's clad in cargo shorts and flip-flops without even having to look down—that's what he wears all the time, even when Nico thinks about him before going to sleep, when he thinks of the two of them under the soft orange of a sunset, sharing McDonald's fries, maybe making jokes, hands just one or two millimeters away from each other, itching to touch, aching to be intertwined…

He couldn't afford to think about that right now.

As they reached a tree, Nico offered Will a sweet smile. They were far from the crowd, watching from a distance so that they could hold a conversation even with the earplugs. It's the little things Will does; the accommodations, the giving, the gifting, the understanding, the treating him as an equal that makes Nico have some thoughts that he'd rather keep to himself.

(“Nico, I've noticed you wince and flinch when it gets too loud. What do you think of trying some earplugs? They might help. I wear them sometimes.”)

(“Nico, can you come body double me? I need to clean the infirmary and I can't do it if I'm just there by myself.”)

(“Nico, I have bad days too.”)

(“Nico, would you mind hanging around for just a little longer? I had to treat a head injury today. I don't think I'll ever get over it.”)

“Have you been having fun?” Nico asked, feeling the deep rumble of his voice in his chest. He only now noticed how Will's eyelids and cheekbones seemed to sparkle and glimmer under the moonlight. Lou Ellen must have been experimenting with makeup again.

“Yes! It's been good.” Will raised his voice just enough so Nico could still hear him through the earplugs. It's the little things, Nico's brain supplied.

“How was your day?”

After a lot of practicing with other campers, Nico realized that he enjoyed asking questions. They were an easy way of navigating a conversation and he had a premade list of questions to use in any social setting. For the most part, he asked and listened, keeping only a few bits of information, glancing at the other person's forehead and nose bridge occasionally to mimic eye contact. With Will, however, he didn't have to overthink. He'd ask, but because he actually wanted to know. He'd look at the ground while paying the most attention he's ever paid. He'd fidget and fiddle with his necklace, humming and nodding, while storing every single bit of Will's stories, stitching guides, camp rules, and so much more.

“It wasn't that great, if I'm being honest,” Will said, picking at his fingernails, “but I've been managing. It was just… hard. At the infirmary. Being by myself.”

“You could have asked me for help,” Nico said, swinging back and forth on his ankles. “I didn't do much today. I could have at least been around. Make you feel less lonely.”

Ever since Will started opening up about his mental health and struggles with himself, Nico found it easier to do so, too. Some campers thought of the Head Counselor of the Apollo cabin as this perfect, do-no-wrong, ever-happy, feel-good Care Bear. Will played the part really well, having fooled Nico at the start, but then he understood. He saw the insecurities, the blood—Will's own—pooling and drying around his fingernails, the teeth marks on the bottom lip, the nervous ticks that would come out after an especially long day. Sometimes, though their wounds were far from equal, Nico felt as if he was looking into a mirror. Maybe not a mirror, but a murky reflection on a lake. A resemblance, something similar enough to his own, but with different shapes and jagged edges.

So, as Will listed his fears and how he wished so, so badly he could be someone else, Nico felt comfortable enough, for the first time in his life, to revisit his self-hatred and coax it out for a walk. Will took it and acknowledged it, but didn't yell at it or scare it away. It was almost as if he said, “Hey, I have that, too,” and Nico finally understood the many meanings of the word gratitude.

Nico never thought he'd be able to help someone feel less lonely. He'd also never thought he'd withstand a party—a get-together—just to catch a glimpse of blonde, defined curls and butterfly-blue eyes.

It's the little things.

“I know what you will say, but…” Will caught himself, stopping mid-sentence. “I didn't want to be a bother. A hypocrite, I know, but this happens sometimes. I'll try to not let it happen again.”

“Good.” Nico smiled, feeling the warmth from inside.

It was warm enough that he'd ditched the aviator jacket, but he still kept the jeans. The breeze coming from the lake was a nice touch to the night. He looked down, finding a spot dry enough for both of them to sit, and reached out to tug at Will's hand.

He couldn't pinpoint when he had gotten so… used to physical contact. When he had started to initiate it, even. But then again, he couldn't pinpoint when Will had become Will.

Will took the hint and sat down right beside Nico, scooting closer to him so that the skin on his calf touched the black denim. It was a common position to them. Comfortable. Nico's back didn't hurt as much and he didn't feel pressured to maintain eye contact. Will got to relax his posture and relax his legs from standing all day.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” Nico initiated, fingers tapping on his knee. “About what made you not have such a great day.”

No one had ever ranted to Nico. They were always afraid he wouldn't care or that they would be putting too much on him, as if he were a thin, fragile table, built to break at any point. Will didn't.

So Will said, “Yeah, I think that will help,” and started.

Nico listened.

He made sure to store every tidbit of information in his Will Solace-shaped mental drawer. He would remember, in the future, that the infirmary had a shortage of darker-colored band-aids, and he would point it out next time he and Will went supply shopping. He would remember, in the future, that Kayla had offered Will coffee with hazelnut creamer and he drank it all so as to not dismiss her, but he actually hated that flavor.

(Nico already knew that. If he wasn't having his coffee black, french vanilla was the go-to.)

He would remember how Will's fingers flexed as he told Nico how he had to patch up this new camper, almost as if he was going through the motions again. He would remember how Cecil's comment about his off-tune singing while washing his hands post-procedure made Will's heart sting, though he was used to the mockery, but it just hadn't been a good day. He would remember that Will hadn't slept well that day because the sheets had been recently washed and someone had used fabric softener on them, causing the texture to be plastic-like and that it made Will's skin itch. He would remember, and he would fight against every part of his brain that forced him to forget.

Once Will deemed his rant finished, Nico finally looked at him. He looked… pretty. The golden hue that came from the sun was perfect for Will's features, but the silver complimented him. It was the missing part. It hit his skin and bounced right back, catching on the glitter on his eyelids, cheekbones, and cupid's bow, making the chapstick on his lips shine a little more, exposing the chipped pink nail polish on his fingernails.

Nico didn't think boys were supposed to be considered pretty, but most common rules made no sense to him, anyway. Will was pretty. Accepting that fact had been complicated enough. He would not put up a fight against his thoughts.

“I like hearing you talk,” Nico confessed, straightforward as always. “The sound of your voice is very calming, like a stream of water. Constant.”

“That was a very sweet compliment, Nico,” Will replied, smiling wide. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

In the background, the party was still happening. Nico could hear laughter, cans being opened, fire crackling, stomping, soft tones and chords. But Will was next to him, seemingly not wanting to go back to the crowd, so he just settled into his makeshift seat a little more.

Maybe, in the future, Nico could ask Will if he liked him back. For now, he'd rather keep making a list of the little things. Little by little, he could have Will. He just needed some time to build up courage. Maybe, in the future, Will would slip out his ideal love confession or first date.

Nico would remember.

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #will solace x nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo #gianna writes #pjo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo & will solace

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sengardet · 3 months

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Lyria's Gift #1 Valyra

Using a knight's chest and still-beating heart to warm her hands - there was a delicious perversity to it.

As Lyria, a stocky redheaded nomad, returned from her daily hunt empty-handed, she noticed a slender platinum-blonde woman in elegant garb rummaging through her belongings. The intruder's fine regal attire and lightly armored gloves stood in stark contrast to the rustic surroundings of her campsite.

Lyria, approached cautiously, her hand instinctively gripping the handle of her axe. The tall and lithe blonde woman turned to face Lyria, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, the infamous Lyria Elisdor. I was searching for you."

She drew her sword, the blade gleaming in the fading light. "I am Valyra Rosewell The Third, a knight of the Northern Kingdom, and I'm here to claim your head."

Lyria readied her battle axe, brandishing a smile. “Alright, princess, Take it.”

Valyra launched forward, her sword slicing through the air. Lyria parried the blow with her axe, the clang of metal against metal ringing out across the campsite.

Lyria scoffed. "Another knight seeking glory, maybe gold?."

Valyra's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her sword. "I assure you, it is the honor of my kingdom I seek."

Despite the knight's agility and apparent skill with her blade, Lyria's formidable stature and strength proved to be a match for her. With a powerful counter, Lyria knocked the sword from the blonde's hand, sending it clattering in the distance.

Seizing the opportunity, Lyria tackled the woman as she ran for her blade, pinning her to the snow-covered ground while it was just out of reach.

Reaching for the rope she kept to drag prey, Lyria bound the woman's wrists together, rendering her helpless.

"Please, no... I beg you! Allow me my sword, that was a clumsy slip!" the woman gasped.

Lyria flashed a cold smile. "You should have thought about that before you tried to kill me." She ran rope across the woman’s mouth, silencing her protests to muffled gurgles.

With the woman secured, Lyria sat back, catching her breath. Tears welled in the distraught eyes of her captive, a mistake costing both life and honor as she accepts her looming death at Lyria’s hands.

Lyria carried the flailing woman into her tent and laid her down roughly on the dirt floor. Confusion filled those large frosty blue eyes before they landed on the hunting knife in Lyria’s hand, its blade glinting in the dim firelight.

The helpless woman whimpered and pleaded weakly, terror consuming her delicate features. Lyria ignored her pitiful display while pinning her in place with a knee on her heaving chest.

She carefully and silently sliced the woman's upper belly, a stream of blood welled up and pooled in Valyria’s abdomen. The woman let out an agonized moan as the blade slowly pushed inward, certain of her impending end as Lyria seemed to take joy in such a lengthy execution.

…But Lyria had different plans.

The woman's body heat called to her, a furnace in this frozen wasteland. She slid the blade out and plunged her numb, icy hands into the gaping wound. Exquisite warmth engulfed her fingers as she probed the slick, pulsating organs, siphoning precious heat. Valyra’s muffled voice cried out in deep discomfort.

Lyria gasped as her hand saught deeper into Valyra's torso, pushing through the woman's innards. The knight's liver and stomach squelched and shifted beneath her touch, making way for the intruding digits that probed mercilessly into her core.

"What’s wrong, little princess? You’re alive, aren’t you?" Lyria smiled. "Your insides feel divine. As you see, there’s nothing to start a fire with out here, so warmth is hard to come by."

Lyria felt around for the cut she made in Valyra's diaphragm stretch and then pushed her wrists through with a wet pop. The knight jerked and choked out a gurgling cry, back arching as Lyria's arm sank into her chest cavity.

"Shh, shh..." Lyria hushed, curling her fingers around the thundering heart, groaning in relief. It quivered like a frightened animal against her cold intruding palms, fluttering desperately in the shock of her grip.

Concern filled Lyria’s eyes and she gently compressed and massaged the organ to settle its pace, like a bellows stoking a flame, coaxing it to keep pumping, to provide her with its feverish heat. Its panicked rhythm reverberated through her arms as every inch of the woman’s insides pulsed with its tempo.

The woman shuddered and whimpered, nerves alight with agony and inner disturbance.

Valyra's ribs creaked and flexed around the impaling limbs, violated body squeezing its soft vital organs around the invading arms in feeble protest. Her shuddering lungs enveloped Lyria's hand in their warm, spongy embrace, compressing with each labored breath. The knight's body was powerless to stop it, to do anything but elicit an amused, perversely adoring grin across the redhead’s lips.

"That's it," Lyria whispered. "Good girl. Keep your precious little heart beating for me, nice and strong." Conquering the threat of her feeble companion's death, Lyria sat in perverse comfort as she passively extracted warmth from the knight's delicate core. She was finally able to appreciate the magnificent firmness and vigor of the organ. For such a slight woman, the knight had a surprisingly hefty and powerful heart, no doubt forged by years of rigorous training and battle. Its angry protests kicking into her with every contraction, even as the rest of Valyra's body lay helpless and defeated.

Valyra silently prayed for the blissful release of unconsciousness, to be freed from the violation and humiliation of those cruel hands playing with her very core…But her heart, her treacherous, resilient heart, refused to still, no matter how much its rhythm stuttered and strained. It labored on under Lyria's ruthless manipulations, condemning her to endure every disgraceful second of this nightmare.

#dark cardiophilia #heart torture #f/f #internal heart play #prolonged heart torment #uncertain ending

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sweet-evie · 10 months

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Pop Goes My Question

Don't you love it when brain rot leaves you with half-baked ideas and things that could go on full-fledged fanfics?

Content ⚠️: Established Relationship, gojo x afab!oc, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, fluff, just a drabble that couldn't stay in my brain really.

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When he eventually got around to imagining how he would pop the question, he always thought the proposal would come as a grand finale — the cherry on top of some meticulously crafted romantic speech written for the sole purpose of making the recipient’s heart flutter. Drown her in love until she just couldn’t help but say ‘yes’. That was how it always played out in every romantic movie he’d ever seen. He would always plan his proposal months ahead, and she would be none the wiser.

He didn’t think it would happen here, in their living room, on a rainy afternoon, dressed in comfortable loungewear, listening to the endearing sound of muffled laughter from Satoru’s latest trio of students upstairs.

The kids were in the spare room Megumi used whenever he slept over.

Satoru stared at his lover, content to stay quiet and mind their own business, comfortable in the silence with their legs tangled together and with her nestled to his side for warmth. A while ago, she’d asked what the teenagers were playing upstairs and he chuckled at remembering the unbalanced monopoly board on the mattress, the fake yen, and the bickering over who was getting which token.

They were so young and spirited — even if one of them loved to pretend like he could give less of a shit about his friends. She asked him if they were really getting old and he jokingly replied that he really couldn’t feel it.

She was poking his side playfully, calling him a man-child when he sighed deeply, tugged his blindfold down, and stared at her with impossibly blue eyes.

“I want to marry you.”

Her mood went from playful to eerily silent as she stared… and stared… and stared. The lips that he loved to kiss were parted into a delicate ‘O’, perhaps disbelieving what her ears were hearing and what her brain was telling her. She could be so adorably dense sometimes. Or perhaps to her credit, the situation did call for it. It wasn’t every day that you could spring something like that on someone’s face and expect them to be normal about it. Right?

“You do?” She uttered under her breath.

“Yeah.” A hand reached up and he brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “I don’t have the ring on me right now, but… will you marry me?”

“Of course I will.”

Her grin mirrored his own as his fingers played with her hair and she drew herself up the tiniest bit to close the distance between their mouths. It was a lingering albeit lazy and gentle kiss — a pleasant drug that put them both on a high they never wanted to come down from.

“I knew you would say ‘yes.’” He chuckled before leaning again to seal his proposal with a kiss.

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I'm dumping this in my AO3 and FFN...

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x oc #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #wbad fanfiction

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Foundations | Tyler Durden x m!reader

anonymous asked: Tyler Durden with “I’m never enough” please?

summary: Tyler isn't used to being told no.

tws: swearing, mentions of sex (brief)

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The soft light crept up the stairs in a dull golden haze, the muffled sounds of the television coming from the master bedroom, the scent of honey and apples drifting from the recently used bathroom; the taste of spices still lingered in the air from an earlier meal, as did the warmth that came with a recently used kitchen. Music.

Music was coming from the master bedroom, so sweet and so soft, yet the second that he realised what song was playing, he smiled; 'Hungry Like the Wolf' by Duran Duran. Oh, he had some fond memories of you connected to that song. He found himself humming as he climbed the stairs, the fifth one from the top creaking as usual.

Then there you were. Snuggled up in your bed, wearing one of his shirts, reading some old book about war that he didn't care enough to ask about; he didn't knock, just pulled the duvet back and took his place at your side.

"Tyler," you sounded almost disappointed. "I'm reading."

"And?" He scoffed.

"And," you put the book down, sighing as you shook your head. "I thought I made it clear - you're not to come back unless you really care about me."

Tyler leaned back, studying you for a moment; you couldn't be serious. You needed him, you desired him, you wanted him. You wouldn't push him away over something as trivial as feelings, he knew you wouldn't.

With his brows furrowed, he tilted his head to the side, daring to let out a sharp laugh. "You're not serious."

You nodded. "Deadly, Mister Durden."

Tyler huffed, bottom lip quivering slightly. "Don't be stupid."

"I'm not being stupid," you growled. "Every time you come over, it's always for the same thing, and if you find a better man, then suddenly I don't exist for the night."

He shook his head. "It's not like that and you know it."

"I'm never enough for you," you told him. "So why don't you just leave? Huh? Why don't you go out and find a different guy and break his heart?"

Tyler clenched his jaw, daring to gently hold your face in his hands as he forced you to look into his pretty blue eyes; there used to be a time where just the smallest of touches from him sent shocks down your spine and made every nerve feel like it was on fire, there used to be a time where Tyler made you feel amazing, made you feel like you were on top of the world and invincible... now, he just made you feel regret. He made you feel a fool.

"I'm here, ain't I?" He hissed. "I could be out with any guy in the world right now, I could be fucking balls deep in any guy in the city if I wanted to. But I'm here."

"So why don't you leave?" You asked, pushing his wrist so that he let go of you. "Why don't you just fuck off?"

"Because I want to be here," he argued quietly. "With you."

"No," you shook your head, starting to push his shoulder to get some distance. "Tyler, this is the last time I ever let you in... you have to leave. Now."

"C'mon, baby," he huffed. "One more chance."

The last thing that you wanted was for him to make you feel like you were an idiot again; you knew that things with Tyler would always be jaded and cracked, too many niches and crevices that caused the foundations to start to crumble, but then... he was always there. Even at your lowest, he was there. He didn't just show up when you were in the mood, he showed up a lot more than that.

He bought you flowers, always bright yellow daffodils. He made you laugh. He cooked for you. He never cleaned, but at least he didn't make much of a mess when he stayed over. He didn't do his laundry but at least he didn't have much anyway. He never disrespected you to your face, never talked about you behind your back.

Maybe it was better to have crumbling foundations than none at all, where Tyler was concerned. Your fingertips were bloody and raw from holding onto those crumbling foundations for so long, but you... you couldn't bring yourself to let go.

You sighed, swiping a hand down your face. "I don't want to forgive you."

"You don't have to," Tyler purred, moving to straddle your waist, his hands on your chest as he splayed his fingers and gave you that cheeky grin that used to make you feel so alive. "Does it look like I'm about to ask for it?"

Your hands came to his waist, fingertips digging into his soft flesh as you swallowed thickly. "No. You never will, either."

"You're fucking right there," he nodded. "You gonna give me another chance?"

You clenched your jaw, hesitant to tell him and to admit it but you didn't want to let go of those foundations. No matter how stupid and regretful you felt, no matter how much your fingers bled and bruised, you couldn't bring yourself to let go. "Fine."

He started to lean down, expecting a kiss, but you placed your hand on his throat, pushed him back and kept him at arm's length. "Oh, baby."

"You're not getting shit," you told him sternly. "Tyler, you're not making me into a fucking fool again - if you really, really want me this badly, you have to prove it."

Tyler huffed, flopping onto his back beside you as he grumbled and folded his arms across his chest; it should have been so easy to win you back and to get you to stop acting stupid, but it seemed like you were suddenly immune to him. He wasn't sure what to do.

Nobody ever told him no, told him that he had to work for what he wanted; he only ever had to apply his charm a little thick to get what he want, and that included you, once upon a time. Maybe being around him so much made you more immune to it than others.

For once in his life, Tyler would actually have to work for what he wanted.

#mlem writes #tyler durden imagine #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden #fight club 1999 #fight club imagine #fight club x reader #fight club fanfic #fight club

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ryttu3k · 9 days

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Classic 100 weekend! My shortlist (and 41-strong longlist) are here, will be keeping track of everything beneath the cut! Bolded entries are from my shortlist, regular text will be longlist, others I really dig will be asterisked. Let's see how we go!

98. Rimsky-Korsakov - Scheherazade (getting started on the longlist early on!)

95. Beethoven - Symphony No. 5* (listen I longlisted three other symphonies, 5th didn't fit)

94. Hisaishi - My Neighbour Totoro* (I do have Hisaishi longlisted, but for Spirited Away)

92. Rodgers & Hammerstein - The Sound of Music* (I think this was on either Mum's longlist or shortlist. Either way, I grew up on this!)

90. Strauss Jr - On The Beautiful Blue Danube* ([muffled space shuttle docking in the distance] Anyway I'm a quarter Viennese this shit's genetic)

86. Westlake - Babe* (got Westlake in my shortlist for Antarctica, but Babe is lovely too!)

84. Westlake and Lior - Compassion* (just a beautiful piece)

83. Einaudi - I Giorni* (huh, I thought I actually did longlist this)

78. Jenkins - Adiemus* (oh hey I know this! I have Benedictus from The Armed Man in my longlist, didn't realise this was his too)

76. Williams - Jurassic Park (longlist! For a very silly reason - my brother and SIL used the main theme as their wedding march, so got some lovely associations with it)

73. Jeffes - Music for a Found Harmonium* (didn't longlist it but totally should have!)

71. Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata (technically I longlisted it for the third movement and they only played the first, but oh well)

67. Williams - Indiana Jones* (how much Williams will be on here? Yes)

61. Elgar - Pomp & Circumstances (the first appearance of something from my shortlist! This one got on the list because my grandmother loves it so much and gets so much comfort and joy from it)

57. Ravel - Bolero (here is a super fun drum corps version! Lowkey want to be the cymbalist who looks like she's having too much fun, and also those two drummers at the end who are leaping into the air. Such great energy!)

56. Hisaishi - Howl's Moving Castle* (another Hisaishi! Still waiting for Spirited Away (Nausicaa wasn't on the nominee list, alas), but honestly, any is good)

54. Copland - Anthem for the Common Man (I also really like the Emerson, Lake, and Palmer version :D Oh, they just played a snippet of it!)

52. Powell - How To Train Your Dragon* (I do love me some Romantic Flight)

48. Saint-Saëns - Carnival of the Animals* (I have the Organ Symphony on my shortlist and Samson et Delilah (for Bacchanale) on my longlist, but I enjoy this too! Also Danse Macabre, but not sure that'd make it onto a list of music to make you feel good...)

47. Copland - Appalachian Spring (my favourite of the two Copland ones I had on my longlist!)

46. Theodorakis - Zorba the Greek (literally how can you not enjoy this piece?)

45. Sibelius - Finlandia* (pieces that make you want to visit the Arctic)

43. Tchaikovsky - 1812 Overture (my first memory of this: the very first Symphony Under the Stars in the Domain, January 1992. I had just turned five. Featured live cannons, fireworks, and the bells of St Mary's Cathedral, and it definitely made an impression!)

39. Grieg - Peer Gynt* (I basically grew up on this, thanks to a Grieg-loving Mum)

36. Westlake - Antarctica feat. Penguin Ballet (it's a penguin ballet <3)

35. Beethoven - 7th Symphony (this was my top choice and it should have been much higher up ;_; And they only played the second movement, my fourth-favourite of four!)

34. Vangelis - Chariots of Fire (I mean I longlisted it, but better than the 7th?)

28. Orff - Carmina Burana (this was one of the first live concerts I ever saw. When Ave Formosissima transitioned into the O Fortuna reprise I got chills. I also goddamn adore Ave Formosissima into the techno version of O Fortuna, but...)

27. Richter - Four Seasons Recomposed (the reorchestration that made me fall in love with Four Seasons. I liked bits before but this is just... next level. You know how sometimes you have a super elaborate and detailed painting and there's so much you lose a lot of it, like, say, Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights? And then you see details and you're just, "I didn't know that was there!" and you can focus on that and just marvel at the genius of it? This is like the musical version, by taking excerpts and celebrating them!)

26. Saint-Saëns - Organ Symphony (hilariously one of my Sunday morning Traditions(tm) is listening to this, so. I still kept my Tradition(tm)!)

22. Williams - Star Wars (damn, I thought this'd be top 10!)

20. Dvorak - New World Symphony (thought this'd be higher too, honestly! Lots of surprises up this end.)

19. Beethoven - Pastoral Symphony (made it to the top 20! Unsure if Eroica will get in, so we're basically just waiting to see where Choral comes in. Top 5 or bust!!)

18. Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker* (one of my first ballets! Granted, one of a lot of people's first ballets...)

12. Shore - Lord of the Rings (and The Hobbit) (surprised this did so much better than Star Wars, but very pleased!)

8. Elgar - Enigma Variations* (particularly Nimrod, Mum's favourite)

7. Jenkins - The Armed Man (specifically Benedictus. I'm still uncertain if this makes me Feel Good or just makes me Feel A Lot, but either way: emotions)

5. Gershwin - Rhapsody in Blue (my beloved <3 Lovely orchestral version)

2. Holst - The Planets (surprised it got in so high, but pleased!)

1. Oh, you know :)

Current count

Shortlist: 6/10 (Pomp and Circumstances, Penguin Ballet, 7th Symphony, Four Seasons Recomposed, Organ Symphony, Star Wars)

Longlist: 17/31 (Scheherezade, Jurassic Park, Moonlight Sonata, Bolero, Anthem for the Common Man, Appalachian Spring, Zorba the Greek, 1812 Overture, Chariots of Fire, Carmina Burana, New World Symphony, Pastoral Symphony, Lord of the Rings, The Armed Man, Rhapsody in Blue, The Planets, aaand Choral!)

#music #classic 100

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bucksconsolare · 9 months

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garden

pairing: bucky barnes x fem oc

this is a song fic inspired by ‘garden song’ by phoebe bridgers. each section between lyrics is a different memory from their life together.

warnings: modern college au, very brief mention of severe weather, brief implications of body image issues and insecurities, brief non-detailed description and talk of injuries, amnesia, house fire (no injury or death), NIMBLE IS OKAY!!!, angst, fluff, kinda hurt/comfort ??, avalon and steve have the cutest friendship ever, crumbs of avasam and peppalon bffism if you squint, brief mention of buckys fuckboy era, implied smut, a teeny tiny splash of drunk!steve, swearing, bucky and avalon are both a bit unwell in the head, implications of ptsd but if you dont have ptsd yourself then you probably wont catch it, bittersweet open-ended ending, i think thats all but lmk if i need to add more !!

this is NOT betaed!! i did proofread before posting, but im also dyslexic so if theres still any errors thats why.

all work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!!!

Someday, I'm gonna live

In your house up on the hill

as they stood at the lookout deep in the catskills watching the sunset, buckys arms wrapped around her waist, avalon couldn’t help but be in complete awe. no matter how many times they’d come here to watch the sunset, or wait in the car with bated breath while the severe weather alert blared through the speakers as nearly black clouds quickly filtered into the valley, it never failed to make her gape with child-like wonder at the vast horizon.

“i’ve seen this view so many times, and it still feels surreal every time…”

“i know…” bucky whispered back, voice slightly muffled as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“it’s gorgeous…”

bucky raised his head to look at her, then to the view in front of them… the crystal blue reservoir below, narrow bridge crossing it in the distance, mountains for miles and the breathtaking pink and orange sky. He looked back to her and smiled.

the same view in front of them, he also held in his arms: her dyed bright orange hair, ‘i want to look like a pumpkin’ were avalons exact words when bucky found her dying it in the guest bathroom at 2am on a random wednesday. it wasn’t even fall yet, but she was just too excited to wait until october hit. the peaks and plateaus of her in the form of her body; the slope of her neck, the valley between her breasts, the curves of her waist, the dip in her hips, the bend of her knees. the bridge of her nose that she hated so much, uneven from one too many breaks never being fixed. bucky didn’t care, he loved all of her, so he’d kiss it anyways. and down to her blue-green eyes, perfection in his because they were the colors of mother nature. god, how he could always get lost in them.

“not as much as you though.” avalon let out a laugh at his comment. so cheesy, she thought.

she turned in his arms, pure adoration in buckys eyes as he stared back at her, and avalon swore in that moment she sunk further into the home she’d made for herself in his heart.

“okay, pretty boy.” she smirked, placing a long awaited kiss to his lips.

And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing

I'll plant a garden in the yard, then

it was the peak of spring. prime planting season, the wintery frost that usually covered the rural new york landscape during the cold months no longer invaded their yard.

bucky realized he hadn’t seen avalon most of the day, at least not since breakfast, and it was nearing 3pm. he thought she might’ve been in the green room, but nope. no head of messy strawberry blonde hair in sight. but then he heard it, loud and clear, that frustrated groan that filtered in through the front door, and bucky automatically knew what was going on. it was on their calendar and avalon hadn’t been able to stop talking about it for weeks; it was planting season, the end of the frost!

bucky made his way outside, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“hey, doll.”

“hi!” avalon jumped excitedly at the sound of his voice.

“what are you doing?” he already knew, but he had to play in. talking about her gardens of flowers, her pride and joy, always made her buzz with happiness. bucky felt grateful enough that she let him witness it.

“it’s planting season!” she said with a bright smile.

“oh, of course.” bucky said in a mock forgetful tone as he descended the front steps of her home — their home now.

avalon held up two small bags of seeds to bucky as she asked, “should i do pink or white peonies?”

“pink, obviously!” he replied, as if it weren’t already a given she had to plant pink peonies because ‘thems the rules!’

“obviously…” avalon rolled her eyes, already knowing what bucky was thinking, as if she could simply see into his mind.

They're gluing roses on a flatbed

You should see it, I mean thousands

the spring festival always filled avalon with joy. participating in the parade almost every year since she was three, while her mother and father usually manned their tent as vendors, along with her fathers brother who owned a brewery.

this would be buckys first year attending. it was basically his initiation, as avalon and her mom had put it.

“oh, my god… buck, look at the flower floats!” avalon beamed, her chest surging with joy. i can’t believe i was able to contribute to something so beautiful, she thought.

“they’re pretty.” bucky whispered back in her ear holding her tightly to his chest, watching the gorgeous floats filled with a plethora of flowers roll past.

“those are my roses…” she said timidly, pointing to the corral truck, all bright smiles and shining eyes. it was covered in at least a few hundred rose buds of varying colors.

“what?” buckys eyes went wide as he released his grip on her waist and she turned to face him with a shy smile. “and you didn’t tell me?”

“i wanted it to be a surprise!”

his smile shown brighter than the stars, and avalon couldn’t help but smile back the same way. bucky grabbed her waist, hoisting her up in the air and spinning her around as she laughed.

“i’m so proud of you!” he shouted, flooding her face with kisses all over.

I grew up here 'til it all went up in flames

Except the notches in the door frame

it was like a scene from a movie. avalon swore everything was going in slow motion as her feet came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the street. her mind racing a thousand miles a minute, but one thing was clear through all the haze… nimble. avalon ran straight for the blazing house.

“ma’am, please. you need to stand back.” a firefighter said as he held her back with his strong arm.

“but that’s my home! my dog is still inside!” she screamed back.

“i understand, but-“

“my dog is in there — my entire life is!” avalon was a complete mess. she knew this man was just trying to do his job, and she was extremely grateful for that, but she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost nimble. the tiny, almost fourteen year old beagle had been her best friend since she was nine.

“listen, i understand this is an incredibly difficult, and stressful situation…but you need to stay back and let us do our job.” the firefighter said with a firm nod of his head, going back to his position.

“oh god…” avalon took a step back, watching as her childhood home was consumed by the red inferno.

she fell to her knees, praying to a god she wasn’t even sure she believed in, until she heard a small voice in the back of her head. it kind of sounded like her grandma. ‘nimble will be fine, that little guy is as resilient as dinosaur bones’

not even a minute later does she look back up to see him dashing through the yard, the tiny hound, her best friend.

“nimble!” avalon sprung to her feet and raced towards him, right passed the firefighter who was telling her just minutes before to stay back.

“hey!” he yelled, trying to grab for her as she zoomed past, but failing miserably.

avalon fell to the sidewalk and scooped nimble up the second he was in arms reach, holding him tightly to her and crying.

she felt a crinkle against her chest. she looked down, and sure enough, nimble held a small brown canvas bag in his mouth marked peonies.

“anything to live up to your name, huh?” avalon said through sniffles as she removed the bag from his mouth, stuffing it into her jacket pocket and gently petting his head.

I don't know when you got taller

See our reflection in the water

everything was stressing her out. steve was so adamant that bucky would come back, and deep down avalon knew that he had to be right…he had to be, steve was buckys best friend since the dawn of time, he knew him better than anyone else. but avalon just couldn’t bring it from within herself to truly believe what the blonde was telling her.

so when avalon disappeared out of nowhere one afternoon, it was safe to say the whole group flipped the entire city upside down trying to find her. how could a girl from the catskills burrow herself so deep into manhattan when she barely even knew the city?

of course, steve being steve, he found her first because he knew all the right places to look. soho, the brooklyn bridge and riverside park. he should’ve known she’d be by the pier.

“darling?” steve called out softly. he’d know that flannel and shaggy blue hair anywhere.

avalon turned around to see her favorite of buckys friends. really, they were her friends too now. “oh… hey, steve.” she sniffled and wiped her tears away as she turned back to the water, leaning on the rail.

“we’ve all been looking everywhere for you…for two hours” there wasn’t even the slightest pinch of malice in his voice. steve wasn’t angry at all, he was concerned.

“i know, i’m sorry i scared you guys… i just needed to be alone” steve approached, standing to her right, leaning on the rail with her.

“so you came to the river?”

“buck and i, we… we used to walk the path almost every morning, so i figured… i figured no one would find me here, i guess.” avalon stared down at her morphing reflection in the hudson, steves next to her… she wished so bad that it was bucky.

“in a very public area, no one would find you?” steves gaze could burn holes through the side of her face.

she finally looked back at him, fresh tears welling in her eyes just threatening to spill over. “hey, i’m a very easy person to ignore… clearly.” she answered in a sarcastic tone.

“avi…” steves entire demeanor shifted at her indication. he knew exactly what she meant.

avalon had quickly become one of steves closest friends, right next to sam and nat. he was loyal to a fault, so he’d do anything to protect his friends from harm, but he felt useless in this situation.

“it’s fine…” avalon said dismissively with a small, sad smile. being at her and buckys spot, looking out at the same view they always did together, brought back a lot.

Off a bridge at the Huntington

I hopped the fence when I was seventeen

she stared up at the seven foot tall chainlink fence with fear. how the fuck was she supposed to climb this thing?

“ava, come on!” noah yelled from the other side.

“guys, i don’t think i can do it!” she pulled her jacket tighter around her waist, not sure if the shaking in her limbs was caused by anxiety, or the cold air that seemed to permanently swirl at night during autumn in the catskills.

“come on, don’t be a scaredy cat!” oliver teased.

avalon thought it over in her head. it wasn’t that scary, the worst that could possibly happen is falling on her ass. “alright, alright…”

so she started climbing the metal links, just as she’d seen noah and oliver do before her. at one point, close to the top, she lost her footing and almost fell. in a quick recovery she pulled herself up, swinging her legs over the top and jumping to the ground when she made it halfway down.

“see? it wasn’t that hard.” oliver said, patting her shoulder with a smirk.

“yeah” avalon smiled back. in her distracted state she didn’t realize at first that oliver had tagged her, until he started running up the hilly path.

shock spread through her face as she looked over at noah, then he started running too.

“oh, you’re gonna get it oli!” avalon yelled as she began chasing after them both.

she gained a newfound confidence that night, pride surging through her chest. there was nothing she couldn’t do.

Then I knew what I wanted

this conversation had been a long time coming. neither of them knowing the other felt the same way, but avalon wanted this so bad. it was the next step. bucky wanted it too, but he would never ask her to drop her life in catskill to move to the city. it was tug of war.

“i couldn’t ever ask you to leave your home. i mean-“ avalon cut him off. what is this kid not understanding, she thought.

“but you’re not asking me to…i’m telling you, i want to live with you in brooklyn.”

“but catskill is your home! you feel the same way about it that i feel about brooklyn!” bucky just couldn’t understand. maybe it was because he’d never been in a relationship as serious as this. maybe it was because he believed it when his intrusive thoughts told him she didn’t really feel the same way about him. but boy, was he wrong.

“my home is with you, bucky.” she said firmly.

that was the moment he saw it. he saw the same look in avalons eyes that steve always told bucky he had when he was looking at her. it filled his chest with both joy and fear.

And when I grow up, I'm gonna look up

From my phone and see my life

when steve got a call from sam the night before saying him and tony had found bucky, it wasn’t what him and avalon expected.

they raced to the hospital on steves motorcycle. upon arrival, avalon jumped off before they even came to a full stop, throwing the helmet off and running inside.

she spotted sam and tony in the waiting room, “where is he?”

“ava…” sam said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. a lump caught in her throat at the tone in his voice.

“what happened?” her words came out barely above a whisper.

“you guys might wanna sit down…” tony spoke up. avalon hadn’t noticed steve come in, or tony hugging him comfortingly before.

the fear was clear in her eyes as she looked between all of them, sam ushering her into a seat as tony went to find the doctor so she could explain it all better.

everything sounded muffled, like she was under water. the word ‘amnesia’ rang in her head. it was the only thing she could really catch the doctor say before she was having a full blown panic attack in the middle of the hospital waiting room.

And it's gonna be just like my recurring dream

I'm at the movies, I don't remember what I'm seeing

bucky had been in the hospital for a few weeks now. avalon hadn’t been able to find the courage to see him, when on the first night sam came out of the room with shaky hands, proclaiming bucky wasn’t able to remember who he was. so far it seemed bucky wasn’t able to remember anything past age twenty.

steve went to the hospital to see bucky almost every day, and this particularly grueling morning he all but forced avalon to finally go with him.

“just because he might not remember you right now, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to see you.” steve said. she knew he was trying to comfort her, but it wasn’t really working. they’d been sitting on a bench just outside the main entrance of the hospital for almost thirty minutes now, and she wasn’t past waiting another thirty just to spite them both. it felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her.

before she could even realize what was happening, steve was dragging her inside and pulling her into the elevator.

“you’re mean, you know that?” avalon said as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall.

“it’s only the fifth time you’ve said it today.” steve chuckled.

as soon as the elevator doors slid open, steve was dragging her around again.

“i can walk, steve. my legs work just fine.” avalon huffed out.

“yeah, and as soon as i let go of you, you’re just gonna run for the hills… literally.” steve quipped back. avalon simply rolled her eyes at him in response.

when they got to the door avalon felt like she couldn’t breathe, like all the air was being callously pulled from her lungs. steve felt her tense.

“it’s gonna be okay, avi. i promise.” steve gave her a warm, comforting smile.

“no it’s not.” she whispered back, tears already filling her eyes.

“yes it-“

“steve, he doesn’t know me.”

“he may not be able to remember you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you.”

deep down, avalon knew he was right. she knew it, but that still didn’t mean she believed it right now.

“you ready?” steve asked.

“no.” with that, steve held her hand tightly as they walked into buckys hospital room, avalon guarding herself behind his broad back.

“buck? you up?”

“hey, stevie!” and avalons heart nearly shattered. it was the first time she’d heard his voice in over a month, and it was almost like the first time again. “who’s that hiding behind you?”

her knees began to buckle under all the stress she’d been carrying with her. she leaned against steves back for support, taking in jagged breaths.

steve turned around quickly, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly. “do you wanna go say hi to him?”

“i don’t think i can even look at him without bursting into tears.” she whispered against his chest.

“you’re already in here though, right?” she nodded.

“steve?” he sounded thoroughly confused. avalon could imagine bucky was probably doing his signature puppy dog eyes/head tilt combo, she giggled at the thought of it. steve smiled.

“yeah, buck?”

“who is that? oh, my god, wait, no, don’t tell me… is that your girlfriend?” bucky smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. steve immediately went red as a avalon let out a howl of a laugh.

“ewww!” “what- no- she- she’s not…” avalon and steve spoke at the same time.

“literally fucking barf…” avalon spoke through giggles. “no offense, steve.”

“no, none taken.” he chuckled.

avalon finally looked up at bucky, and he still had that same smirk on his face. she swore it almost knocked her off her feet.

“hmm, i don’t know if i believe it…” bucky said in a sing-song voice.

“trust me, killer. steves definitely not my guy.” she said, slowly approaching his bed.

“who is then? i mean, a pretty girl like you, there’s no way you don’t have a boyfriend.” bucky was actually flirting with her right now. it’s not like she wasn’t used to it, even when they started dating he would still flirt with her. but this was different, because bucky couldn’t remember that he was her boyfriend. she was so torn between crying on her knees begging him to just remember, and continuing to fuck with him. she assumed the latter would be less painful for now, so she went along with it.

“there’s a certain brunette i have wrapped around my finger…” she smirked back at him as she sat on the end of his bed.

this was certainly going to be interesting.

The screen turns into a tidal wave

Then it's a dorm room, like a hedge maze

avalon had dreamed of attending columbia since the day she toured it when she was ten, so when she got in early decision she was more than ecstatic.

meeting bucky during the summer between freshman and sophomore year happened purely by chance, because he was a student at nyu, and avalon still lived at home during the summer. it was a struggle to make it all work when they first started dating, but they did it.

junior year was definitely a bitch though. the first few weeks kicked both of their asses, what with bucky being an athlete and avalon being a biochemistry major. he had hours upon hours of practice and training, while avalon had two to four hour long labs and seminars.

one late night as avalon crammed for a quiz in her molecular biology course, hopped up on three pipeline punch monsters and a five hour energy, she heard an unexpected knock at the door. she knew it wasn’t her roommate, isabela.

avalon grumbled, not even wanting to get up from the seat at her desk so she called out, “who is it?”

“housekeeping!” immediately knowing who it was, she jumped up and bolted to the door, swinging it open.

“bucky!” she smiled.

“hey, doll.” he smiled back, avalon practically flinging herself into his arms.

“oh, my god! what are you doing here?” her voice came out muffled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“i was homesick…” bucky shrugged. avalon pulled her face away to look at him, not a hint of anything but love behind his eyes. she pulled him back in and hugged him even tighter.

avalon was his home, and bucky was hers.

And when I find you

You touch my leg and I insist

everyone that knew bucky knew he was a playboy. never being tied down to one girl for more than a few nights. it was always like that. at least, that was, until he met avalon.

hes a brooklyn boy. blood, bread, born and raised. first kiss at nine and lost his virginity by sixteen. avalon was very different. shes a catskills girl through and through. first kiss at thirteen and still a virgin. she didn’t want to give all of herself to just anyone.

“you know, we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready yet. i don’t want you to feel pressured.” bucky said as they sat on the edge of her bed. avalon made sure isabela wouldn’t be back tonight so she could have the dorm room for her and bucky.

she really wanted this. she wanted it with bucky. she wanted everything with bucky.

“i know, i’m okay… i am ready.” she looked up at him to see the softest, sweetest smile on his face.

god, bucky barnes was going to be the absolute death of avalon fiore.

But I wake up before we do it

buckys recovery after the accident was a very long and hard process. it took nearly a year for his memory to be restored, at least to the point of remembering avalon and all of his friends. he was still staying with steve until his doctor fully cleared him to go back to his usual life, and avalon stayed with him almost every night, as he oftentimes had nightmares and she was the only person that could calm him down.

this just so happened to be one of those nights. avalon woke up to him thrashing around in the bed, which wasn’t too unusual, but it typically meant that his nightmares were worse than normal and it’d probably be a lot harder to get him back to sleep. avalon didn’t mind helping him a single bit. she loved him so much, she would do this for the rest of her life if she had to.

she wrapped herself around him and held him down as best she could, being his human weighted blanket.

“buck…” she spoke softly in his ear, and he jolted awake, hyperventilating and shaking like a leaf. “bucky- hey, hey, hey. hey, it’s me. it’s me, it’s just me. i’m here, okay? you’re gonna be okay, i promise. i’m right here.” she whispered as she ran her hands through his hair.

I don't know how, but I'm taller

It must be something in the water

avalon stood at the pier in riverside park as she did almost every day. just because bucky hurt her didn’t mean she was going to let him ruin the hudson for her. she had so many memories here, and the good definitely outweighed the bad.

“avalon…” she didn’t need to turn around and see his face to know it was him. she’d know that voice anytime, any place. even if she was deaf, she’d know the vibrations.

she pursed her lips as she felt him get closer behind her. “hi, james.” she replied plainly, looking back out over the river.

bucky was ready to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness in front of every person walking empire state trail. “avs, please-“

she finally turned around at that, hearing the nickname only bucky ever called her. it sounded so foul running from his lips now. “no, no. no. you don’t get to call me that!” avalon yelled, shoving him back. “not anymore…” she whispered coldly, tears brimming her waterline as she walked away.

bucky fell to his knees crying. he didn’t care if anyone thought he looked pathetic, he felt horrible. he didn’t care if they trampled over him, he already felt like he was dying inside knowing how much pain he caused avalon.

Everything's growing in our garden

You don't have to know that it's haunted

many years ago now, not too long after meeting her for the first time, pepper asked avalon if she could teach her how to garden. they planted a beautiful array of flowers around the outside of the house. pepper had enough skill now after all these years to do everything herself, and was even beginning to pass all her knowledge down to morgan.

after everything that had happened recently, steve, and everyone else really, started to notice that avalon wasn’t going out as much. she seemed in a funk and they didn’t know how to help. she was always at her best surrounded by her friends and family, but now she felt too weak to even get out of bed most days. tony and pepper insisted avalon and steve come over for dinner, so that’s where they were, at the couples cabin deep in the adirondacks.

as pepper prepared a feast in the kitchen, steve and tony drinking on the porch and catching up while morgan played in the living room, avalon decided to get some fresh air and walk around the property. she stared fondly at the garden surrounding the house, remembering when her and pepper first planted it. something near the edge of the deck caught her eye… a small bundle of pink peonies.

she wasn’t sure exactly what came over her, but the next second avalon was ripping them out of the ground and pulling them apart. the guys shared a look.

“is she… okay?” tony asked, brows furrowed.

“she’s… she’s uhh… pulling out the peonies.”

“why?” steve himself wasn’t too sure either and he was thoroughly worried and confused, so he went over to check on her.

“avi…” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

she slowed to a stop, holding some destroyed buds in her hands as she began crying. “i can’t- i can’t… it’s like he’s a ghost, just haunting me at every corner i turn.” she looked up at steve and whispered, “i just can’t do it anymore.”

steve leaned down to hug her, but just as he did she went right back to ripping up the peonies and punching the ground, cursing god for playing such a sick joke on her.

steve walked back up the porch, far more perplexed than before. “she said something about a ghost, i don’t… i don’t know.” he sighed.

“a what?” tony screeched.

The doctor put her hands over my liver

She told me my resentment's getting smaller

seven months had now passed since avalon broke up with bucky, and everyones lives had been rockier than the devils tombstone. bucky got a new apartment in brooklyn, while avalon stayed with steve until her new home in the catskills was finished. she planned to move back there and get on with her life, maybe teach plant biology at her old high school, or work for the wethersfield estate tending to the gardens.

it was a rare night that only ever happened once in a blue moon where steve and avalon were off work on the same night, no flowers to sell or cars to fix. they decided to stay in watching movies together while getting wine drunk.

“i don’t know, i just don’t think i needed to see luke peglers bare ass tonight.” steve shrugged, avalon laughing hysterically.

“oh, i definitely did.” she said giggling, taking a sip from her glass.

steve shifted in his seat to face her, “can we talk about it now?” he asked softly.

“talk about what?” avalon said, raising a brow. she knew exactly what he meant, but she didn’t want to argue with him about it anymore. they’d been going back in forth for months now and avalon just wanted to put everything to rest and move on.

“i know he messed up, avi…” she rolled her eyes at that.

“yeah, no shit. tell me something i don’t already know, rogers.” she replied, downing the rest of the wine in her glass. steve huffed. why does she have to be so damn stubborn, he thought.

“do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive him?”

“i don’t know, steve. i really don’t.” she sighed.

this was the first time in her life that avalon wasn’t sure what her future would look like. since the day she met bucky in soho, the summer her uncles brewery expanded into the city, she imagined he’d be there until the very end.

No, I'm not afraid of hard work

I get everything I want

nearly a year with no contact and house in the catskills still unfinished, avalon was going stir-crazy. she felt out of her mind and didn’t know what to do. steve always worked longer hours than her, tony and pepper were in the adirondacks, nat and yelena were visiting their parents in russia, sam was working on his parents old boat in louisiana, wanda moved back to sokovia, and she had not the slightest idea what thor, bruce and clint were up to these days, considering they never answered their damn phones. she was still convinced after all these years that thor didn’t even know how to use his phone.

she made the decision, without even thinking really, but she was ready for the hell to end. she wasn’t sure if this was absolutely insane and would regret ever doing it, or if she was pure genius and would regret having not done it sooner.

“there’s literally no turning back now…” she whispered to herself in the dark of her car as she began driving over the brooklyn bridge.

she got turned around at first, taking the route to his old apartment. it was muscle memory. she’d completely forgotten he moved. by the time she finally made it there it was nearly 11:30pm, and she was sure he would be asleep.

but she knocked anyways.

and he answered.

“avalon…” he couldn’t believe she was standing in his doorway right now, a look of utter shock spread across his face.

“hi, bucky.” she said softly with a smile.

“get in here, right now!” when she didn’t move, bucky grabbed her arms and pulled her swiftly into his apartment.

“well, hello there…” she said through giggles while bucky spun her around.

“oh, my god…” he put her back on her feet, and when her smile didn’t falter he held her face gently in his hands to ground himself. this had to be a dream, he thought. “hi, doll!” he whispered in the space between them.

avalon smiled wider, running her hands through his hair. bucky leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed as he let out a content sigh. “hey, pretty boy.”

she still had no idea what her future was going to look like from here on out, but she knew she needed bucky in it forever. they would definitely talk about everything later, but for right now she just needed to live in this moment.

they were finally home again.

I have everything I wanted

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Sitting on danny's lap facing him cause your horny and you're trying to let him know in a subtle manner but he is finding it a little amusing that you're like BEGGING with your big eyes so he just plays dumb for a bit "What's wrong baby? Something bothering you?" while he kinda bounces you with his knee

I'd like to imagine you are waiting to fall asleep, reaching an arm out beside you, feeling the empty space.

Danny keeps doing this. Staying up late and reading. He stays up just sitting in the living room, reading on the couch, drinking a glass of whiskey and unwinding, but you can't help the burning ache of want between your legs when he comes to bed so late you're already asleep and the next morning he's off to work and the cycle continues. It's been brutal.

You get up from your bed, walking down the hall in your silk nightgown until you find Danny sitting on the couch just as you expected to find him. Relaxing with a book in one hand and a half empty glass of whiskey in the other, a record playing in the distance. You pad across the wooden floor in the low golden light, "Hey." You say, trying your best not to startle him, Danny peers over the hardcover book, "Hi sweetie, can't sleep?" He says as he reads over the page. "Not really." You say as you walk over to him, you stand in front of him, unsure as of how to say you need him. Danny looks at you again, a closer look this time. His eyes gaze over the baby blue silk night gown, the way it caresses your skin above your knee, the way your body is softly framed beneath the soft fabric, your nipples already hardening from the cool air.

"Come, take a seat." He smiles devilishly, as he set his glass down on the table beside him. He taps the spot on his thigh for you to sit. You look at him nervously, "Right here, angel." He insists, holding a hand out to you, you take it and he leads you to sit directly down on his leg, legs spread and hands bracing yourself on his upper thigh.

You can feel just how warm and wet you are already, just from the want of missing Danny's touch. You're certain he can feel you against his jeans. His eyes meet yours as he sets his book down, "I missed you baby." He says sweetly, almost as though you had already said it. "I-" your voice is cut off by Danny adjusting his leg under you, your hips roll against him, accidently making your clit slide against him just so. Danny sees as plain as day on your face, he's got you perfectly pinned. "Yes?" He asks.

"I've been missing you, I wish you would come to bed." You say, your voice smaller as you try to not give away the ache between your legs and lust in your brain. "Aw honey, I'm sorry." Danny taps his foot, picking up a rhythm to the song playing on the record. The feeling of him bouncing you like this makes your cheeks flush as you can't keep from biting your lip.

"I've just been so wrapped up at the studio and I just miss having some time to decompress." He says as he continues to move his leg, your clit begging for more attention, you try to subtly press down more against his thigh. "And with the tour coming up I'm just a bit, I don't know the words for it, I guess-" "Mmm." Your muffled moan comes out and you can't keep the look of pitiful neediness on your face, you squeeze your nails against Danny's leg, "Something the matter, angel? You okay?" He asks teasingly, you nod pathetically. His hands come down to hold you against his thigh, he stops bouncing and you can't help but feel a loss of preassure and attention to your pussy.

You whine at the feeling of stillness. Danny begins to move you against his thigh, "Ah, did you miss me princess? Just wanted to come see me, hm?" His thigh beneath you feels like heaven as he rocks you against him. You nod again, "Need you so bad." You whisper, your voice shaking as his dull nails dig against the silk on your nightgown on your hips. "Need what, pretty girl?" Danny taunts, his head tilted to the side as he watches you roll your hips against him, your pussy already soaking your panties and his jeans.

"Need to go to bed?" He asks, "Need you." You repeat weakly, your mind a fog with lust, your clit begging for more. "Need me to what?" He asks, whispering as he leans in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. "Need you to fuck me, need it so bad." You whimper. And at that confession, Danny stops completely. The air is thick as you feel your heart beat slamming in your ears. "Good girls get what they want when they say what they mean." Danny says with a smile as he squeezes your hips, "So I better get going to bed and give my good girl what she needs." He says softly as he finally pulls you into a kiss. He helps you up off of his thigh as he scoops you up and carries you to your bedroom, ready to tuck you in right.

#fuck heres a whole fic #wild tuesday #wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner #sam kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #danny wagner smut

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Chapter 9: Easy Peasy

-- I wanted a happier Jake so here he is

tw. NSFW, smutty

Taglist: @because-edmund @blue-aconite

He entered the dance hall right behind you.

It felt like he had stepped into a different world

Most people were dressed up to the nines in their best evening wear, drinking fancy cocktails out of old glasses. A jazzy tune muffled by distance played as background to everyone's conversations. Jake couldn't stop the smile on his face.

The dance hall's front door had opened into a hallway. The floor was stone with a thin red carpet towards on the stairs and along the main pathways. The walls were wallpapered in white with gold detailing and the arched ceiling held a beautiful golden chandelier. On either side of the main staircase was a bar.

The room you were leading Jake to was directly in front of the main staircase. You wished you'd worn better clothes or that you hadn't allowed your mother to drag you out somewhere that evening.

You had dropped off your bag in the coat room at the entrance, but you really regretted not having your phone. Jake looked lost in wonder, it would have made for a good photo.

Once you managed to herd him into the dance room, Jake seemed to be enthralled by the dance floor. People in all sorts of clothes, vintage and modern were dancing a fast swing to the beat of the live band on stage.

You found a small table with some chairs to sit at and picked your seat. The chair was surprisingly soft and plushy for what was essentially a wooden chair covered in fabric. Jake was still standing, although this time he was looking at you.

"Ma'am, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

You laughed

"Oh yes, I hear it every day"

"Liars. The lot of them" He said, side eyeing you for your reaction. You made a beig show of being scandalised and gently slapped his arm. He chuckled.

"In all seriousness, you are beautiful"

Jake didn't know where the sudden boldness was coming from but he let his mouth speak without thinking too much.

It was strange, when he was with the team, or Mav or anyone else he felt crowded even in an empty room, but here with you, it felt like you were alone in the world.

"I asked around about you on base, seems you have quite the reputation as a ladies' man"

Yes, his carefully crafted reputation… A reputation he deserved right after The Incident, but now it was no longer applicable it only served to make the chasm between his real life and the pretend life he had for his Lieutenant Jake Hangman Seresin persona more obvious.

"Just means I know what I'm talking about, sweetheart"

"Is that so?

He hummed in agreement.

"They also say you had a rather gruesome accident that landed you in hospital" you stated "Is that why you took so long to reply to me, then?"

He held up his still bandaged hand.

"Damaged my texting hand, I'm afraid, and I'm useless with the other one"

"Who replied to my text then"

"I asked a friend"

"Does your friend help with other things you can't do?"

"Well, aren't you forward" He laughed, then added "Sadly, I am yet to find someone to help with that…"

"I volunteer"

"I'll put you to work, don't worry. Right now though, I want to dance"

He held out his head and you grabbed. His bad hand went against her waist and the good one grabbed her hand. The music had changed for a slow dance. Jake held you tight against his chest and you dropped your head against his shoulder. His nose gently nuzzled your hair.

You swayed like that for what fel like hours, even after the music changed again to a faster tune.

Eventually you both woke up from you reverie and looked at each other, Jake lifted his bandaged hand to your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. You had kissed before but this was different. Your previous had been hot, heavy and electric. This one was slow and passionate, Jake's tongue gently licked at your bottom lip and you returned the favour. When you came up for air, the only think you could think about was how well his lips fit against yours.

"What time is it?"

It was four pm, and you had to go. You excused yourself to Jake

"I thought you were going to help with certain things?"

"I'm sorry. I'll call when I'm done with my mom. I can help you then"

"I suppose I can wait a little longer"

At nine pm, Jake shot you a text. He hadn't been able to think about anything but you. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a very intimate way. The way you had danced together had awoken something in him that he had never felt before.

Just as he was starting to think you'd forgotten you sent a text asking where you might meet him.

"Rooster?" God this felt awkward, he felt like a teenager again "Do you mind if I have a girl over?"

"Dude. Are you twelve? Obviously not. Just, you know, keep it down" Rooster laughed, Jake turned a lovely shade of beet red, when he recovered from the humiliation he stuck out his middle finger.

He texted you almost as soon as he entered his room again.

"I'll be 25 minutes" you texted back.

Jake tidied and showered just in time for you to arrive, when you rang the doorbell, he was standing behind the door psyching himself up. He opened the door. After a quick kiss he whispered:

"My room's upstairs, my housemate is in the kitchen"

"Okay" You giggled "why are we avoiding him?"

"He's chatty" Jake replied, winking at you. He snuck you up the stairs and into his room.

"How kind of you to volunteer your help"

"How about you show me what I need to help with"

Jake smiled, lifted both of his hands in their and you laughed

"Right, no hand."

You unzipped his trousers and helped them drop to the floor before feeling him through his trousers. He kissed you, his hands on your waist. You slipped his underwear off and began jerking his cock. He let out rhythmic little moans to encourage you, looking at you through half open eyes.

He thrust his hips in time with your hand a few times before stopping himself.

"I don't want to come yet" He mumbled against your mouth, fighting to get your clothes off without really paying attention to what he was doing.

Once naked, Jake pushed you onto the bed. He tried to climb over you but when his bandaged hand bore the weight of his body, he felt a flash of searing hot pain and he fell to the side.

"Maybe I can help with that too" You straddled him and sank yourself down on his member. Both of you sighed at the feeling.

Jake was so close already after your handjob and he was trying his hardest not to cum without making sure you had too. Concentrating on anything was so damn hard though because the only thing his brain seemed to want to think about was you. When he wasn't thinking about the feeling of you bouncing on top of him or the sight of your breasts moving with everything you did, he was thinking of how you had felt pressed against him earlier, or how much he wanted to kiss that spot below your ear where your neck turned into your jaw.

He felt your movements become more halted as your legs stiffened and you came around his member, he took over for a moment. Thrusting deep and fast into you, your moans drowned in the noise of his skin slapping yours.

Jake managed to delay his orgasm until you came around him one more time but as your pussy tightened around him, he lost himself in the feeling and emptied himself inside of your moaning the dirtiest moan as he did so.

You climbed off of him and walked to the bathroom with shaky legs as Jake watched you go. He closed his eyes for a moment while he caught his breath. When he opened them again it was to see you crawling into his covers next to him. He joined you and dragged you into a tight cuddle.

That night, as Jake lay in bed awake and you were asleep next to him, it occurred to him that he might be falling in love with you. It didn't feel like they described it in books, with the butterflies, forgetting how to breathe or how to speak. It had felt like that on the first date, but Jake figured that it had more to do with saving him from himself than with love, because what he felt now wasn't close to comparable. He felt safe, relieved and unburdened when he was with you. Jake couldn't plan for the future, he wasn't sure he'd be there to have one but if he did, Jake knew that he wanted you to be a part of it

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman top gun #original fic

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Remember You: Beginning Part 2

♤Bullying

It was a sunny day in the urban town. Paruika, a small child with magenta hair with a few blue streaks in it sat on a swing byself.

She was used to playing by herself, due to her being extremely shy tword others.

She looked up at the sky and noticed the bright blue sky was painted with clouds that looked like they where strokes of paint from a brush.

She smiled softly and closes her eyes as she swung a bit, feeling the cool breeze hit her face. She felt at peace, something she longed for.

For once, Tensai and his goons didn't show up today, maybe they had plans? She felt so free in the moment that she ignored her surroundings.

As she picked up speed in her movements, she could see over the horizon. Once she swung high enough, she could see the sea in the distance. It brought a smile to her face, but it was short lived as she felt someone grab metal chain of the swing causing it come to a stop.

She quickly turned and looked at a boy with a grin on his face. She gulped a bit as she quickly stood up and headed twords the exist. She stopped as the two boys blocked her path. She slowly steps back and quickly bumps into someone. Before she could react she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

"My dearest, please...sit back down now."

She didn't want to, but she knew if she didn't, she would get hurt badly. Without looking at the boy, she turns and sits back down on the swing. Soon a boy joins her on the opposite side of her. She kept her gaze down not wanting to look at the boy.

"My lovely... why would you try to leave me...you know I love you..." He gently takes a few pieces of her hair and moves them behind her ear.

She felt his gaze on her and she shuddered from it. He quickly grabs her chin and makes her look at him. "My love...look at me....LOOK AT ME!!!" He demanded.

Her eyes shot wildly trying not to look at the boy in front of her. "Look at me or...I'll punch you in the stomach!" That threat alone cause her to stop and close her eyes. She inhales and shakily breaths out. He eyes slowly opened and looked at the boy.

"That's so much better. Look at those ocean eyes. So beautiful, I could get lost in them for ever." He said as his hand slowly went from her chin to her cheek. He softly began to caresses it and give off an uncomfortable smile.

Paruika began to tremble. She hoped he didn't notice, but his eyes quickly cut to her lips as he noticed it was quivering. He chuckles and removes his hand from her cheek. "Oh, come now my lovely. Do you really think I would hurt you?"

She nods slowly. She knew he was going to hurt her. He always did. His face soon soured as he rolled his eyes. "Typical... alright, if that's what you want then."

She blinked and gave him a confusing look. "W-what?" Soon she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head as she was flipped on to the ground. She gasped and groan. She slowly opened her eyes, it was blurry and hazy until she saw two boys standing above her. Her eyes began to water as she wildly looked around. "T-Tensai! P-please don't hurt me!" Paruika begged as her tears began to fall from her eyes.

Tensai slowly walks over to her and squats down. "You see, I'm not gonna get my hands dirty...that's what my friends are for." He gave her a twisted smile and stood up. He looks at the two boys and nods. "Make sure you hit on places where adults won't see." He said as he walked off.

As he left the park, he couldn't help but smile from her muffled screams of pain. 'Oh, how I wish I could watch...but I can't be a witness.'

#remember you au #Paruika

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dottores · 2 years

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warning: implied sexual assault (not of any mc)

previous chapter -> masterlist -> next chapter

CHAPTER Ⅳ. CAUSE YOU WERE CRUEL AND I'M A FOOL

SEVENTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

“What is he even doing?” your voice was hushed as you spoke to Rindou, who was leaning in close next to you from where the two of you were hiding behind the slides of the play ground, spying on his older brother in the distance. It was cold for a late May day--real cold, actually. Next to you, Rindou was practically shivering but that was your own fault--you had only worn a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out and Rindou had given you his sweatshirt to wear when he realized you were cold. “He’s just… standing there. Menacingly.”

Rindou snickered loudly before flinging his hand over his mouth to muffle the laughter, both of you ducked back down, fully hidden again when Ran turned to look in your direction. “Do you think he saw us?” Rindou asked, eyes wide and you glared at him.

“You always get us caught! Every time!” you hissed at the older boy but Rindou only shot you an amused look in return. You scowled with a huff, looking away.

It had been nearly a month since the Haitanis chose to stay at the penthouse instead of going back to living on the streets and while you had become significantly closer to Rindou during that time, Ran still seemed to avoid you at all costs and you weren’t quite sure why. Every once in a blue moon he would hang around you and Rindou but even then he would never really talk to you and he would never be alone with you, he’d always disappear or find an excuse to get away whenever Miss Yua called for Rindou and he left the two of you behind to go see what she wanted.

And it hurt because he really did talk to everybody except you. He had no issues with Miss Yua, none with Mister Ayato, you were the issue and you didn’t know why.

“He’ll come around,” Rindou knew exactly what you were thinking about when he noticed the sullen expression that crossed over your face—it was alarming, really, how easy he was able to read you in such little time. But you appreciated it, it kept you from having to voice aloud some of your more uncomfortable thoughts.

You gave him a small, tight smile that didn’t reach your eyes and he only sighed, leaning in to bump shoulders with you affectionately, “He will,” Rindou promised, “just give him time. He’s not the best with change.”

You sighed but decided to change the subject, “What do you think he’s doing over there anyway?” you asked curiously and Rindou frowned before his eyebrows shot up and he looked over at you.

“Do you think he’s waiting for someone?” he asked urgently and your eyes widened as you considered his words, turning your head to him.

“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” you asked, tugging at Rindou’s sleeves, “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like me!”

Immediately, the two of you whipped around to peek back over the slide but both of you fell back on your butts, scrambling back when you realized Ran was now standing right at the opposite side of the slide, glaring down at the two of you.

“I’m waiting for you idiots. You’re late to dinner,” Ran said sharply and your face went hot when you realized he had been listening to the two of you. His eyes lingered on you for a minute as if he were going to say something but changed his mind, turning on his heel to walk away, “Come on.”

Rindou hopped to his feet immediately, holding his hand out to you and you took it with a frown, letting him pull you to your feet and drag you after Ran, who was already halfway back down the street. Ran didn’t say anything as the two of you caught up to him. Rindou let go of your hand once you reached him and you clasped your hands together in front of you, fingers twisting together as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say.

It’s his birthday tomorrow.

You overheard him and Rindou talking about it the other day, and you knew that he didn’t want you to know, or Miss Yua or Mister Ayato for that matter, but you couldn’t just… not do something.

You just had to be sneaky about it, you couldn’t let either of them know it was because it was for his birthday. And you could be sneaky! You-

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Ran asked dryly, eyeing you from the corner of his eye, “You’re giving me a headache.”

You stuttered over your words, “H-Huh? I’m not-” Ran’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and you feel yourself heat up in embarrassment, “I’m not thinkin’ about anything!”

“You’re lying,” Rindou said and you looked at him, betrayed.

“I am not!” you gasped.

“You totally are,” Rindou said, “Your nose is all scrunched up, it always scrunches up when you lie.”

“It does not!” but even as you protested the accusation, your hand flew to your face to cover your nose.

“Just tell us,” Rindou prodded, poking your arm, “What’re you thinking about?”

“I was just thinking! Not about anything in particular,” you said but your confidence withered under Ran’s sharp gaze, “I was just thinking of something for you guys-”

“For us?” Ran’s eyes narrowed.

“For you to do!” you corrected immediately, waving your hands frantically. “Something for you guys to do!”

“And what is that?” Ran asked and you faltered as he stopped in his tracks to turn to face you, you nearly walked right into him.

“Um, Mister Ayato’s friend… he runs a jiu-jitsu dojo, and um, I know you guys are still going out and fighting the guys from Max Maniacs ‘cause you keep coming home with bruises all the time, so I thought maybe you guys could start training there?” you offered, looking between Rindou and Ran.

Rindou’s eyes lit up, “Jiu-jitsu!” he said, excited, looking over to Ran, and you almost smiled at his reaction, hands linked together in front of your body, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Almost.

Ran was still watching you, a frown tugging at his lips and you felt like there was a weight of a thousand tons on your shoulders, internally praying that he didn’t realize that the reason you had thought of it was because you had overheard them talking about Ran’s birthday.

But you would have set it up for them anyway! You had been trying to think of a way to help them against that gang that kept targeting them for nearly two weeks now, so it wasn’t entirely because of his birthday.

“Why?” Ran asked, brows knit together, lips pulling down even more.

“I just thought it would be a good idea,” you said, nodding your head convincingly, “I-”

“You know tomorrow is my birthday.”

You stared at him, lips parted in shock, eyes wide. You shook your head slowly, “No, I don’t know why you would even think that! Tomorrow is your birthday? We…”

You slowly trailed off as Ran continued staring at you with that deadpan expression. “You knew.”

“I didn’t know!” you shook your head faster, “I totally didn’t know, I-”

“You knew,” Ran repeated again and you withered under his stare. “I saw you sneaking around when I was talking to Rindou about it.”

You swore your face was on fire. “You sa-why didn’t you say anything?!” you cried out, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Because I wanted to see what you were going to do about it,” Ran shrugged, turning to continue walking back toward the penthouse. You shot a defeated look toward Rindou, who only looked amused at the situation.

“You suck at sneaking,” Rindou told you and your pout deepened, “and lying, for that matter.”

“I do not,” you said half-heartedly, shoving his shoulder, but Rindou only grinned at you.

“You totally do,” Rindou said, shoving you back and your eyes widened as your foot caught on the curb. Rindou’s hand darted out to grab you to steady you but missed and you shut your eyes, dreading the inevitable crash to the ground. But it never came, you felt another hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you back up to your feet.

Warily, you reopened your eyes and glanced to the side, eyes meeting Ran’s, “Be more careful,” he said before letting go of your arm and shooting a pointed look toward Rindou, who only scowled and looked away as Ran led the two of you back to the penthouse.

Another particularly chilly wind had you leaning into Rindou, both of you shivering. Ran, bundled in a new jacket that Miss Yua had forced him to accept, rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Your eyes shifted back onto Rindou, taking in the bruises you could see lining his arms and peaking out from where his shirt was riding up his abdomen as he stretched.

“Is it bad?” you asked after a few moments of silence. They both glanced at you. You didn’t meet either of their eyes, “Some kids at school talk about it, y’know?” you kicked a stray can before leaning down to pick it up, throwing it into a garbage can lining the street, “talk about how bad they are. They jumped the student council president of the high school, one of my classmate’s sisters. She’s… not doing too good, I don’t think.”

Neither of them spoke up, your voice wavered. “They’re moving in closer to my school’s area, y’know? And-”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Rindou said immediately, nudging you, “We control the streets around your school. You’ll be okay.”

“That’s not really what ‘m getting at,” you murmured, “isn’t it dangerous for you guys? They’re a whole gang, y’know? And there’s just two of you, I just-”

“Don’t worry about us,” Ran told you but it was different from how he said it to you that day all those weeks ago--less hostile and more confident. He looked at you over his shoulder from the corner of his eyes and you paused as your eyes met his, “We don’t need a gang. We’ll take over all of Roppongi if we need to.”

And somehow, you couldn’t help but believe him.

---

PRESENT.

“You recognize the tattoo.”

It was not a question and your heart felt like it had jumped to your throat as you turned your attention to Sugawara.

How had he been able to read you so easily?

Alarm bells went off in your head as your eyes met Sugawara’s cold ones, calculating, as if you were a puzzle that he was merging together in his head with ease.

Not possible, you wanted to convince yourself. If there were one thing you could pride yourself on from years of experience in the business world, it was your ability to not let your emotions show on your face. You had become a master of the art--letting all of the turbulent emotions stir within you but never slip to the surface--you had to be, otherwise you would’ve been eaten alive by the bigger fish in the early years of Izanami.

But he was, fuck.

You wanted to think it was because you were sleep-deprived but you really weren’t quite sure, you didn’t like the sharp look in his eyes. You didn’t, not one bit.

“I do,” you said, pausing for a moment to consider your words, mind running a million miles per second as you tried to figure out what you should say without taking too long to answer. You couldn’t tell them about Ran or Rindou, you would rather die than put them in danger but you couldn’t straight up lie to this man, he would realize and then who fucking knows what would happen to you. And selling out Kokonoi Hajime would be too risky--if he was Bonten’s wallet, it could cripple Bonten and then Ran and Rindou would be in danger anyway. The dark-haired one with the big scar or the pink-haired one called Sanzu, it would have to be. A half-version of the truth then, “I went to a club last night when I got off the plane. Met a guy with pink hair, kept hitting on me. Had the tattoo, or something like it, on his-”--right--“left forearm.”

Sugawara leaned back in his seat, considering your words, “Any other distinguishable features?” he asked, fingers tapping along the table.

The scars.

“Not that I remember,” you said, sure to keep your voice steady.

Sugawara studied you for a moment before nodding, turning his attention toward the dark-haired man with blonde highlights sitting near you, “Let Ahane know what to keep an eye out for,” Sugawara said and the man raised his left hand in acknowledgment, you caught a brief flash of a dark tattoo on the back of his hand but couldn’t quite figure out what it was before his hand returned to its place below the table.

“Will do,” he drawled, and you forced yourself not to stiffen when Sugawara turned his eyes back on you, instead meeting his deceptively friendly one with a cool one of your own.

“The club you were at, what was the name so we can narrow down the area?” Sugawara asked and, internally, you grimaced.

“Rindou and I bought a lot of the clubs in Roppongi, spend a lot of time managing them now.”

Fuck, you thought to yourself as you remembered Ran’s words, fuck, fuck. Which clubs were theirs and which were not? You were going to lead them right to the Haitanis anyway.

ODEON, ODEON is your uncle’s club, you knew that--there was no way the Haitanis would have bought that one. But your uncle would have known you weren’t actually there-

“ODEON,” you had to risk it, you’d rather risk yourself than them, they deserved that much from you at least, “was at ODEON.”

Sugawara’s brows furrowed immediately, your heartbeat spiked, “ODEON?” he looked toward your uncle, your throat swelled, “That’s one of ours, isn’t it?”

Your uncle eyed you for a moment.

He knows.

“Yes. I’ll have one of my men talk to the bouncers, figure out how they managed to let a Bonten executive sneak into one of our clubs,” your uncle said easily. “It will be handled.”

He covered for you.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Yes, do that,” Sugawara said before turning his attention back to everyone else, “Rumor has it that there’s going to be another black market auction held in Yokohama at the end of the week.”

“The last one was a bust,” the older woman with cold eyes said, she spoke with a low, rough accent but you couldn’t place from where, “You’re not really going to make us waste our time on this one, are you?”

Sugawara only laughed, “Relax, Alyona,” his voice was amused, and you realized that you preferred the fake friendliness to the genuine glee that was now in his eyes, “This one is going to be worth our attention.”

Sugawara leaned forward on the table, resting his elbows on the table, “We got intel that there’s going to be white phosphorus munitions up for bidding.”

Your face dropped, a chill running down your spine. White phosphorus weapons, is he fucking around right now? Why the fuck would he be interested in white phosphorus weapons? There was no way, no fucking way.

Screams, masses of unrecognizable bodies, "What the fuck did you do?!"

Your hands shook violently. Your chest tightened. You felt nauseous.

You didn’t do anything.

The man next to you let out a low whistle, tearing you from your thoughts, “The real thing?”

Sugawara nodded, “Real thing, acquired from Russia,” he turned his attention back toward you, “That’s the other reason why we needed you here. We’re certain Bonten is going to be vying for them and whoever handles Bonten’s money is a pain in the ass. Got a lot of money, more than Ichirou can handle, evidently, and is real careful about staying in the shadows and letting their underlings do the dirty work. We’re gonna have you go to the auction and bid on the weapons.”

Your expression darkened, no fucking way.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Sugawara complained, leaning back in his seat, “we just need to keep them out of Bonten’s hands, is all. Can’t let them get ahold of something like that now that things are heating up. Anyway, you’re the one here with the most experience with white phosphorus munitions.”

And in an instant, all eyes were on you and you felt like you were drowning. The sound around you was muted as you slowly pulled your gaze from Sugawara and onto your uncle, who refused to look you in the eyes.

They know. He fucking told them, he-

You shook your head, praying you didn’t look as rattled as you felt, “There’s no way. I’m not going to one of those events and getting caught there. It’ll ruin my career. If the tabloids get-”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” the man next to you said, amber eyes met yours as you turned to look at him, “That won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, and his lips only twisted up into a half-mocking smile. You didn’t like it.

“I just am,” he said.

“These events are very secure,” the older woman, Alyona, said, eyes turned on you. You ripped your gaze from the man next to you. “The last thing you need to worry about is your attendance being leaked to the public. I’d be more worried about Bonten pulling some dirty shit. Would we really risk sending our executives to a building holding white phosphorus weapons? They’re unstable. If-”

“They won’t try anything,” Sugawara sounded too sure of himself, and you didn't like it. What the fuck had you gotten involved with? You wanted to scream and shake your uncle, “At least nothing that’ll risk destabilizing it.”

Your hearing felt like it was going in and out, your head felt dizzy. What the fuck?

“I’m sure they’ll be sending their own executives to make sure that the weapons are acquired, this would be tide turning for them, and they’re in far less of a position than us to risk them. Regardless, it’s unlikely the weapons will be held on site of the auction. I’d bet my life on it, at least,” Sugawara said dismissively. “Hanma, you’ll be escorting y/n, we’ll need one mo-”

“I’ll go,” the woman with platinum pink hair said.

Sugawara nodded, “Perfect, you were going to be the first I asked,” he said, glancing back over to you, “The three of you will be attending-”

“I’m taking Mina,” you said. There was no way you were going to an event like this without him.

Sugawara studied you for a moment before nodding again, “The auction begins Friday at seven on the dot but I recommend you get there an hour in advance--scope out the area and all that stuff, yada, yada,” he said off-handedly, rising to his feet, “I have a brunch to get to with my fiancé, I’ll hit you guys up later with more info. Nice finally meeting you, y/n!”

Everyone around the table rose as he left the room and your uncle gave you a pointed look. Stand up, your gaze darkened as you pushed yourself to your feet, watching after Sugawara as he waved over his shoulder before leaving the room.

“Out,” your uncle said immediately, “I need to talk to my niece.”

“I’ll shoot you an email later about what we were talking about earlier,” Alyona said, eyeing you once more before turning on her heel and leaving the room, two men following behind her. The others, at his words, filed out of the room. You paused when you felt eyes on you, turning your head to see the amber-eyed man staring at you curiously again before he too followed the others out of the room.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, you turned toward your uncle, “What the fuck did you do?” you breathed out, hands shaking at your side as you stepped away from the desk and toward him, “What did you do?!”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, instead only shaking his head, sparing you a look from the corner of his eye, “I did not want to involve you.”

“Funny how that turned out,” you spit out, “You told them, you told them about what fucking happened in Munich. Why would you-”

“Enough,” your uncle’s voice was sharp, as cold as you remembered it from all those years back, “Remember your place.”

Your blood burned uncomfortably hot, “My place?”

“Your place,” he confirmed, voice louder than you expected. He turned a heated glare onto you, “You’ll do as requested. The Sugawara family has gone out of their way to assist ours throughout the years. We owe-”

“I don’t owe anyone-” you began.

“You owe me,” your uncle’s words were venomous, “There’s a reason that everything you attempted on your own would have crashed and burned had I not stepped in when necessary--Izanami would have fallen apart, those boys would be in prison for life, and you would have been a laughing stock in the eyes of the world. Without me, you would be a walking failure. Now enough with this childishness and step up.”

You stared, your ears were ringing, you could barely hear yourself over it. Laughing stock, walking failure, everything would have crashed and burned… No, there wasn’t anyway…

The stench of melted flesh and bone, ears bleeding and eyes wide, “This wasn't what I meant!”

“That’s not true,” you said quietly but your voice wavered, “That’s not-”

“Enough,” he repeated, but he didn’t sound half as heated as he looked away. “We are in a difficult position. Stepping out of line could cost us our lives, do not test him.”

“Why would you tell him?” your lips were moving but your mind was barely processing the words, or any of your thoughts for that matter. The weight that had been slung so suddenly onto your shoulders was crushing you, suffocating you.

Walking failure.

You were not. You knew that, did you? Or were you just trying to convince yourself?

“I didn’t,” your uncle sighed, sparing a look at the door before speaking again, “His father knew when it happened six years ago, helped make sure the cover-up went smoothly. Our family has been closely entwined with the Sugawaras for several generations. You know that, you used to see Iwao around the penthouse. When Kenji… took over the family and this organization, he obtained the knowledge as well.”

Your brows furrowed, thinking back to all of the events your uncle had dragged you to all of those years back. You remembered the Sugawara family--they were a large family, images flashed through your head, older boys rough-housing, a fight breaking out between the Haitanis and two of the Sugawara boys the one time you had forced them to join you. Kenji, Kenji, which one was Kenji.

A smaller boy with dark hair and light, cold eyes standing in the background near his mother.

“He wasn’t the oldest son,” you remembered, “He was the youngest, wasn’t he?”

Your uncle grimaced, a dark look sweeping over his face, “He was.”

A chill went down your spine, “What happened to all of the others?”

He didn’t respond. “It doesn’t matter,” he finally said after a few moments, and you opened your mouth to disagree, to say yes, it really does matter, but your uncle shot you a look that had you faltering, “The point is that crossing Kenji will come with severe consequences for both of us. So whatever you’re planning on doing to help those boys, do not.”

Your eyes widened, “Wh-”

Your uncle scoffed, “You don’t think I know of their position in Bonten?” he spoke low and you felt sick, “They’ve visited Yua and Ayato over the years. The cameras in the building caught the tattoos. I’ve known they were Bonten executives for years.’

You stared at him, but they didn’t know any of the executives yet, does that mean…?

He sighed, “You see me as some cold-hearted monster, I’m not going to sell out two boys who I know you care for if I don’t have to,” your uncle said and you grit your teeth, trying to push down the wave of emotion that swept over you, “Don’t look at me like that. My point still stands. I will not sell them out if it’s not necessary but neither you nor I will be going out of our way to help them, do you understand?”

You shook your head, “I ca-”

He let out a puff of frustration, turning a glare onto you, “Don’t be a fool, y/n. You’ll put them in more danger seeking them out--they’re off the radar of the others so far. You’ll have eyes on you all the time now. You’ll be bringing them unwanted attention.”

“I’ll text you tomorrow or the next day, promise.”

You couldn’t do this to them, not again.

You had promised. You had fucking promised.

You made lots of promises to them and broke them, what’s one more?

Your chest felt tight. You wanted to throw up, “Fine,” you said and the words were bitter on your tongue, wet ashes in your mouth.

They were going to hate you. Rindou already hated you, Ran was already angry at you. They were going to hate you.

You wanted to cry but you steeled your face under your uncle’s scrutinization.

He finally nodded, “Go. I have business to handle with Alyona.”

You inhaled turning on your heel and making your way toward the door and out of the conference room.

“Y/n,” your uncle called. You paused, “I’m being serious.”

“I never asked you to do that,” your voice was barely a whisper, you refused to look back at him.

“You asked me to handle it, I did.”

I didn’t mean like that.

You didn’t respond, lips twisting down as you continued out of the room, closing the door hard behind you, fisting your phone tight in your pocket. Fuck, you thought to yourself, letting out another deep breath, this-

“There you are,” a new voice said and you stiffened when you felt a palm splayed across your lower back--you hadn’t even heard someone approach. You looked up to the side, eyes meeting the turned up amber ones of the man that had been sitting near you at the meeting--the one who would be going with you to the auction. A sly smile pulled at his lips, you didn’t like it. “I was wondering when we’d finally meet. It’s been boring around here, y’know? Ichirou talks ‘bout you a lot, figure you being around will make things more exciting, yeah?”

Walking failure.

Your uncle’s words rang in your head repeatedly and you felt heavy again--heavier, at least, you felt as if there had been an endless weight on your shoulders for the past eight years.

“Hanma Shuji,” the man greeted, holding out his right hand toward you lazily, eyes peering down at you from his lashes. Punishment, you noticed the kanji decorating the back of his right hand and an uncomfortable feeling swelled in your chest but you pushed it away, instead placing your hand into his.

His fingers wrapped around your hand tight, and you didn’t like how his fingers pressed against the inside of your wrist, and you didn’t like how long his touch lingered.

Hanma Shuji leaned over you, too close, the faint scent of cigarettes and strawberries clouding your nose. His other hand dropped from your back and he lifted it, the fingers of his left hand brushing a stray strand of hair behind your left ear, your eyes focused in on the kanji tattooing the back of his hand on broad display in front of your face--sin, you recognized, an unsettling feeling forming in your gut as your eyes flickered up to meet his amused gold ones.

“So, between us,” he murmured, leaning his face down next to your head, and you inhaled sharply as his lips brushed your ear, the air burning your lungs as you pulled back slightly with wide eyes. Embarrassment flooded your body as he chuckled, “what had you so shaken up at the meeting?”

Fuck.

Your eyes met his, expression a blank slate, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said flatly and Hanma eyed you for a moment, sighing, but not pulling away.

“Fine, fine, you don’t need to tell me yet,” Hanma said, tossing you a wink, “I won’t tell anyone though, don’t you worry your pretty head about that, doll.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” you said and Hanma chuckled.

“Of course not,” he agreed, his lips brushing your cheek as he pulled back, you forced yourself not to recoil at the touch. That same sly smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at you, “Ah~ I already know things are gonna start getting exciting again, I can’t wait. See you around, y/n-chan,” he cooed before walking back toward the elevator.

You stared after him, skin crawling as you shook your head, trying to regain some self-control as you looked around for Mina, lips twisting into a frown when you couldn’t find the man. You started making your way down the hall, mind still racing from your uncle’s words and now Hanma’s.

He knows you weren’t telling the truth.

Crashed and burned had I not stepped in.

Your uncle will cover for you, it’s his word against both of yours.

You owe me.

You don’t even know who he is, his place in the organization.

Laughing stock.

He knows.

Walking failure.

You let out a shaky breath as you turned the corner, catching sight of Mina in the distance and opening your mouth to call for him only to pause when you noticed him approaching someone--the younger woman at the meeting with pink hair.

“Kawaragi,” Mina drawled, “didn’t think I’d ever see the day where you and I fought on the same side.”

The young woman let out a deep exhale, the smoke of the cigarette dangling at her lips billowing between the two of them, “South,” her tone was unfriendly, “an unpleasant surprise.”

Mina’s eyes were flinty, “Yes, well, I can’t say that you’re a sight for sore eyes. The fuck you even doing caught up in this shit? Never would’ve thought-”

“That’s because you don’t think,” Kawaragi countered, peeling off the wall and putting out her cigarette on the wall behind her, “We all have our reasons for getting involved.” Kawaragi looked over to where you were standing on the opposite side of the wall and you didn’t like how cold her gaze was. What does she know? “People to protect,” she added.

You went stiff, what the fuck does she know?

She nodded at you once before turning to walk back down the hall from where Mina had come from, his eyes followed after her for a moment before he finally turned back toward you, “How did the meeting go?” he asked as he walked toward you.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” you muttered, walking failure, “Who was that?”

Mina scoffed, “Kawaragi Senju, ex-leader of Brahman. She was the one I almost beat to death during the Three Deities battle.”

“How pleasant,” you said dryly.

“Dunno how the fuck she got caught up in this,” he repeated what he had told her and you eyed him from the corner of your eye, catching the genuine confusion and intrigue, “She was always against this stuff back then, ‘f I remember correctly.”

“Hmm, interesting,” you murmured to yourself.

… all have our own reasons… people to protect.

But you didn’t allow your thoughts to linger for long, instead turning back to the more pressing matter--Ran and Rindou. You grit your teeth at the thought. You had to warn them somehow, if your technology was about to be installed throughout the city, then it’d be a walking trap. They’d be IDed within two days.

You couldn’t meet them.

Your uncle had been harsh, but he had been right. Meeting them now, when all eyes were going to be on you and your arrival to Tokyo, when people like Sugawara Kenji and Hanma Shuji were on constant alert… it would put them in more danger than your technology would.

Fuck.

But how else…

Mina was eyeing you from where he was standing next to you, a question on the tip of his tongue, you could tell that much but you fisted your phone tight before unlocking it, pulling up your group chat with the brothers before reconsidering and clicking on a separate thread with just Ran.

08:43 i wont be able to meet for the next few days--overseeing the installation of izanami tech throughout the city. gonna be busy.

You typed up the message and stared at it for a minute. What if they don’t understand the warning?

They had to, not understanding wasn’t an option.

He’s going to hate you, you reminded yourself, both of them are.

As long as they’re safe.

You pressed send.

read 08:43

Your throat was tight, waiting for the three dots to pop up at the bottom of the screen.

They never came.

You waited a bit more, creeping in your chest. What if he didn’t understand?

08:46 ran message not delivered.

You stared at your phone, eyes darting up to the connection. Full bars. What happened?

Your hands shook.

08:46 ran? message not delivered.

No, you thought to yourself, he wouldn’t have. But as you sent a few more questioning texts, all of which went undelivered, your fingers began trembling so bad you could barely type and your breath quickened.

Desperately, you switched to your message thread with Rindou.

08:50 rindou, i need to talk to you message not delivered.

There had to be something wrong with your phone. There had to be.

You shot a message toward Mina.

08:51 test

“Why did you just text me?” Mina asked, looking up from where he was scrolling on his phone and you swore your world started crashing all around you. The weight on your shoulder multiplied, it was a struggle to just keep yourself standing straight--you couldn’t breathe, you could barely even think straight. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

They blocked you.

They actually blocked you.

“Y/n?”

You stared ahead as the elevator doors slid open in front of the two of you, mind and body numb as you stepped in, ignoring Mina’s calls of your name.

They didn’t understand. Your technology is about to be installed throughout the city. It’s your fucking fault, your technology is going to screw them over. Get them caught--killed.

Killed. You might get them killed.

And it took all of your willpower to not scream and cry right there in the elevator. You couldn’t answer Mina, your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, your uncle’s words running through your mind on repeat over and over and over and over again.

Walking failure.

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He couldn’t take his eyes from the message. And he wasn’t even sure why because he should have known. He had no reason to believe that you would follow through, you had broken almost every promise you had made to them over years but…

His chest and throat felt tight, he couldn’t unclench his jaw, and he couldn’t draw his eyes from his phone.

He had no reason to believe you but he did. He had genuinely thought that maybe there was a shot that things could go back to normal between the three. Well, not normal, he thought darkly, teeth grinding together, hyper-aware of the tattoo branding his throat.

And he was furious because you really hadn’t even deserved that much from them. You hadn’t, he knew that as soon as you had started walking away at the club, he had felt that sinking feeling in his chest, he had known last night that you weren’t going to follow through.

He had known it.

So why the fuck was he so upset about it?

Because he wanted you to follow through, because he missed you, because there had been a hole in his chest since the day you left that he couldn’t seem to fuck or drink away no matter how hard he tried.

And he just didn’t understand it. He tossed his phone on the table haphazardly, leaning into the couch and chugging down another glass of rum before reaching for the bottle to fill it back up. A hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him, he glared at Rindou from the corner of his eye, “Let go.”

“You’ve had enough,” Rindou said, voice flat, “It’s barely nine in the morning, we’ve got a full day of meetings to get through.”

“Fuck off,” Ran said, knocking his hand away to pour himself another glass. Rindou was staring at him, Ran’s blood was burning and he wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or anger, “How the fuck can you just stand there acting like you don’t give a shit?”

“Because I don’t,” Rindou said. Ran’s eyes met his, he was lying. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that.”

Ran looked away as Rindou’s glare became more hostile, knowing even in his half-drunk state that calling out Rindou for lying would only lead to an argument that Ran just didn’t want to deal with. He stared at the table in front of him, swirling the glass in his hand. He grimaced as the rum sloshed onto his dress shirt.

He hated you.

No. That was a lie.

Haitani Ran was sure that he’d never be able to hate you and that was what he hated because he knew you deserved it and he would hate anyone else that did him and his brother as dirty as you did but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Every time he tried, it fizzled out as soon as he began. He hated it.

He put his glass down on the table, pressing his forehead into his hands.

Fuck.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Ran rolled his eyes when he heard Kokonoi’s drawl as the door to the lounge opened, not even bothering to turn around to face the other man as he made his way into the room.

Sanzu snorted and Ran had half a mind to punch him in the face, “Their girl chose work over them, again.”

Again, the word rang around in his head. Again, again, again, you always picked something else over them.

“Oh?” Kokonoi asked, and he sounded amused and Ran’s fingers dug into his skin as he forced himself to stay seated.

“Mm, was supposed to meet them,” Sanzu said. Ran had a headache. “‘wont be able to meet for the next few days--overseeing the installation of izanami tech throughout the city. gonna be busy.’”

Ran’s gaze shot up from the floor to where Sanzu was lounging on another couch, Ran’s phone in hand. He was on his feet immediately, “Stop fuckin’ stealing my phone,” Ran spit out, “You’re the only reason this happened anyway.”

Sanzu only laughed, throwing Ran’s phone at him and Ran caught it with a dark look, “Didn’t even give you an apology,” he jeered, Ran’s vision was going red, “Guess she really doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“I’m gonna fuck you up, Sanzu,” Ran said through gritted teeth. Sanzu raised his eyebrows goading him on.

“Guess throwing yourself at her didn’t work,” the snide comment came from Rindou. Ran caught sight of Sanzu leaning forward, eyes alight with interest before he turned his attention onto Rindou, chest tight.

Guilt? He had no reason to feel guilty. Was he trying to convince himself of that?

“Rin-” he began but Rindou only scoffed, looking away.

“Hold,” Ran had forgotten Kokonoi was even in the room and he probably would have ignored the younger man had his tone not been unusually serious. “You said she’s overseeing the installation of her technology throughout the city?”

Ran looked at him, irritated, “‘s what the message said, yeah,” he said, “what about it?

Kokonoi looked ashen and Ran’s heart sunk in his chest. He shared a look with Rindou, who looked just as lost. He was missing something, what was he missing? What was he missing?

“Doesn’t your girl work with biometric technology?”

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littl3-val3ntine · 2 years

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every breath you take ❥ edward nashton

GET IT ??2 LIKE THE POLICE SONG?2?? WHERE THEY GO "i'll be watching you..."

anyways :')

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summary // riddler always has everything planned, from the moment his plot begins up until the day after it has happened. he expects himself to be able to expect everything, until his mind is taken elsewhere during a routine stakeout on the police response to his latest hit...

warnings // stalking, profanity, mentions of violence and death, so very angsty... part 2 is much better i promise

author's note // gOD I FUCKinG love the edward nashton sees pretty person and goes absolutely feral trope... so good n nice. i do not condone stalking. he's creepy af in this, but i'm mentally ill so i dig that! also, eddie's a journalist in this, which i believe is canon as of the 2022 movie, but if i'm wrong deal with it ig LMFAO sorry

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The rain pounds, rhythmic, against the windshield of the car, interrupted only by the periodic screeching of faulty wipers. The figure behind the wheel slumps down into his damp coats, now finding himself faced with the first dilemma of the night he hadn't prepared for.

Does he leave the wipers on, letting the sound bombard his ears until it inevitably sends him into yet another unjustified, white-hot rage? Or, does he shut them off, and sacrifice what might be his only chance at a good view of the show? He tugs his lip between his teeth, rolling his head back against the seat theatrically as he ponders his options.

Squeeaaak.

He turns the radio up just a little bit louder, and rolls up the driver's side window all the way. It drowns out the sound, but only just barely enough to satisfy him. As tires squeal a few streets ahead and the avenue around him is painted red and blue, it occurs to him that he might not even be sitting out here for very long anyway.

Men pour from their police cars into the intersection, losing their typical law-enforcing rigidness to the chaos that has just been wrought upon Gotham. Even with the radio up, the windows shut, and the god-awful sound of the wipers, Nashton could hear them barking orders to one another from his place a few streets down. It was everything he'd expected, the exact image that played in his mind some nights ago when he sat awake scribbling the details of this exact plan out in his notebook. The place, the time, the disorderly yelling, the panic— hell, even the rain. Everything is falling into place, right before his very eyes.

And it thrills him. The show has officially begun.

A delighted smile creeps across his face, his eyes widening in childlike glee. It was these moments, he decides then, that he lived for. He reaches for his backpack on the passenger seat and fumbles for his binoculars and remote. He's just a few seconds behind his schedule— the time spent basking in his genius was, admittedly, not accounted for in the scheme— and if this is truly to work he must act fast. With one hand he yanks out the binoculars, and his fingers graze the cool plastic of the detonator right as he hears the first cue.

"Come out with your hands up! Step out of the vehicle!" It's muffled by the distance and the steady downpour, but he knows it when he hears it. In milliseconds he has the binoculars raised to his eyes, his sights locked in, laserfocused, on the scene unfolding in the street.

His symbol glares at him from the side of the van halted in the center of the intersection. The spray paint bleeds a bit in the rain, but he almost likes it better that way. Nevertheless, he knows the paint job was... temporary, anyway.

"I will not repeat myself again! Show me you hands!" Nashton licks his lips. His grip tightens dangerously around the detonator, watching the officer approach the dummy in the driver's seat.

"Sir, can you hear me! Do you need medical attention?" the officer calls from a disappointingly safe distance. Nashton predicted a standoff, but it's still just as much of a letdown as if he hadn't. He pulls out the remote and sets it in his lap as he hears a chorus of voices calling for an EMS, faced now with the weight of the three long minutes and, give or take, twenty-eight seconds it takes an ambulance to travel from Gotham Community Hospital to Grange Street— with light traffic, of course. It was commuting hours, after all.

Now antsy, Edward scans the crowd that's gathered around his scene. A morbid sense of accomplishment pools low in his gut as he takes in not only the size of the crowd, but the state of it. Men, women, and children, from all walks of life, all gathered on the corner of Grange and Second to watch his story unfold. On each face are eyes like saucers, and mouths hanging delightfully with anxiety or moving hastily, asking questions. His eyes drift across the crowd, not stopping on any face in particular. He knows he can't allow himself to humanize these people, not with the knowledge of what is about to come.

When his gaze lands on you the first time, toward the front of the pack and forced between an officer and a police barricade, his mind doesn't immediately register what he's looking at. It takes a second, maybe two, until his head snaps back to your direction in a double-take.

And there you are. Front and center in his mind now, tucked into a down raincoat and clutching your journalist's pad to your chest, there you are. Watching with baited breath as the Riddler's latest explosive, proudly his most powerful yet, sits in a van not even five feet from you. Blissfully unaware of your proposed imminent death, and without any realistic means of escape once it arrives.

The ambulance comes roaring in, and the crowd parts, a Red Sea of future civilian casualties, to allow its passage. Panic lodges in his throat as he gropes for the remote detonator. His time is running out. He knows that. Law enforcement is going to discover the doll, and then they're going to open the back of the van. The show must go on.

His breathing is shallow as the first EMT approaches the driver's side of the vehicle in his peripheral vision. Somewhere deep within himself, he knows he must detonate the bomb, but no longer is he prepared for it. A new scene plays in his mind as he's paralyzed there, his sight locked on your face. In his head its beautiful shape contorts with unprecedented fear, illuminated by the burst of firelight from the backside of the van. When they pry it open, you'll be the among first to see the wires and tanks of gas. Will it register in your head what is to come before you're wiped from this plane of existence by flaming death? What will the office look like, decorated by your memorial— the flowers, the photos, the obituary? How could he ever show his face at work again, knowing exactly who is at fault for your empty desk?

"No," he pleads into the empty car. "Please, move..." His thoughts are frantic, running through his options too quickly to effectively address any of them.

The paramedics open the driver's side door. The doll falls out.

"Move, just fucking move!" Detonator in hand, he pounds on the dashboard. His vision is blurred, either by new tears pooling in his eyes or sheer unbridled panic. "MOVE! MOVE! FUCKING MOVE!"

He positions his thumb over the button on the remote as police and S.W.A.T. encircle the vehicle. Deciding he can't watch, he leans forward and rests his head on the steering wheel. All of the yelling from outside, the rain, the classical music from the radio, all of it— it ceases to exist against his sobbing. He sobs so loud and so hard he feels his ribs becoming sore.

He knows what he must do. The show must go on.

Click. Boom.

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There was no more elaborate escape. No starting the car and speeding off into the night, high off of the adrenaline of it all. No victorious joyride while the news report plays quietly in the background. None of it.

He lost track of how long he'd spent there, face pressed into the steering wheel, remote in hand. He'd cried until his entire body collapsed and his tear ducts went dry.

When he finally lifts his head, his forehead is sticky with sweat and his neck cracks uncomfortably. He lets the remote fall to the floorboard, unclenching his hand for the first time in what must have been hours. With one destination in mind, he turns the key in the ignition and the car roars to life.

He hesitates, frozen again as he stares at the intersection before him. The site of the blast was impressive to say the least, still blackened with soot despite the rainfall. His eyes drift to approximately where you were standing, and a chill shoots through his body to find the ground completely charred. What might have been left of the van was already cleaned and hauled off. It’s as if it never happened.

Maybe it didn’t happen. Maybe if he just goes about his night as he usually would— stopping by your apartment, sitting in his car across the street for an hour or so, watching you through the street-facing window as you sit at your desk and run through computer work or have your dinner— he can pretend that he didn’t just blast you into a million little pieces in the middle of a crowded intersection. With enough convincing, he can almost believe that the sweet soul who offered him coffee once on his third day at the press office, who still smiles at him when they catch his gaze lingering, who moves with beauty and intrigue like he’d never witnessed before is not truly lost in this universe quite yet.

He was never able to understand quite what it was that drew him into you. It was instinctual, primal, and so very sudden. Once he realized his obsession, he supposed that it was just the way of things. Flies go to honey, moths chase the light, and Edward Nashton occupies every available thought with his breathtaking coworker. Now though, as he’s speeding down Gotham’s dreary side streets, he finally gets it.

All he’s ever seen in people is their worst. Why else would he spend so much energy cleansing the city of its scum?

But no matter how much time he spent observing you, listening to you, reading your work, or turning you over and around and inside out in his mind, there wasn’t a single flaw that presented itself. Not even your mortal shortcomings sounded any alarm in his head. It was maddening, trying to find something he could theoretically dislike about you, anything to shake this schoolboy crush that had manifested in his conscience, because nothing ever came to light. You’d only ever been kind to him. You’d only ever been beautiful. You’d only ever been absolutely perfect.

And he knew you’d always be. Even in death, he knew that this version of you that is forever preserved in his mind is just as perfect and real as when you were alive. That’s the conclusion he comes to as he sits in his usual spot across from your apartment tonight, staring up into your window and mumbling his shaky apologies under his breath.

It hasn’t set in yet. The room is dark, and the curtains are drawn. You aren’t home.

He lets himself fall quiet as he listens to the city around him. How empty it seems without you in it. The radio babbles on to fill the silence.

…inside a van on the intersection at Grange and Main, six officers and three civilians were hospitalized. While one of the officers has reportedly succumbed to his injuries, his name has not yet been released to the public…

He stares at the radio system, breath picking up.

He saw the aftermath of the explosion. The sheer sprawl of the immediate blast should have killed anyone within a radius of seven feet. According to his evaluation, he expected at the very least three deaths on-site and five more officer hospitalizations. His brow furrowed, deep in thought, as he ran through the events of the night.

He parked his car in position. Law enforcement arrived. They called for an ambulance. EMT discovers the dummy. They opened up the van. He hesitated, but he detonated the bomb.

He hesitated.

“Oh my God,” he breathes, eyes wide with disbelief, “It didn’t work. It didn’t fucking work.”

With trembling fingers, he shoves the key back into the ignition and starts the car again. The radio continues.

…no civilian deaths have been reported, and the three victims remain in stable condition. In other news, Gotham and surrounding cities will be seeing a temperature drop…

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PART TWO

#boy do i love the idea of stalker!eddie #love it love it lovelvoleov #so good #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton imagine #cliffyfics

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rendevousz · 3 years

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freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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