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hopefulonion · 10 months
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I am late to the beach party but what matters is that I Am Here ☀️☀️☀️
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kylosgenesis · 3 years
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Teardrops on Fire
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Synopsis:
Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.
Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.
What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.
Warnings: Mentions of death , A/B/O dynamics
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Chapter 4: I found
Hours had gone by! Bucky was caught of guard with the smell of fire. Faint...but distinct enough he knew it wasn’t his imagination. The chilled air dragged a whiff of the combined scents of fog, smoke, and very faintly in the background... HER!
She was close! He could feel it! This wasn’t new territory to him, but he wondered how she’d ended up hours from her home. He followed the wind, blowing ashes by his face. Leaving a trail, that called to him as if nature was guiding him to her. All the odds were against her tonight, but the forest smelled safe! It was like it protect her from the evil of the elements.
After a couple of minutes on the trail, it hit him! The smell blew the air out of his lungs, he approached the small faded fire with caution. Not wanting to scare her off. As he got closer he noticed her small frame. She was attempting to stand up, but doing so knocked her directly into the fading red embers of where a fire used to be.
The world disappeared for him at that moment! It was her! Just him and her!
And she smelled delicious! Everything is his being screaming to make her his in this very spot, and vanish with her. Nobody to find them! As long as she was there, there was nothing he’d want in this life or another! She was the trophy and the torture, that cursed through him. To love, but never poses. How could he even be thinking of love right now? He hadn’t even looked into her eyes yet.
What if she hated him?
What if she didn’t recognize him?
How was he gonna explain what’s going on to her? She has to know what her body wants right now, what it’s craving for her to do! And how much he wishes to not crave her in the same way.
He bolted to her with all his might, and caught her calling frame. As her eyes slowly faded into unconsciousness, peace resonated in her eyes. He’d dreamed of those eyes for years! And as her body went limp on his arms all he could do was hold her close and pray for the strength to keep her alive and safe... from himself!
She opened her eyes as they adjusted to the moonlight above her. Her body was covered in a warm flannel, she didn’t recognize the source of it.She remembered the eyes she saw before losing consciousness.
Had it all been a dream?
She felt like her limbs were on fire! They responded to every bit of stimulation the flannel was rubbing upon her body. She realized it wasn’t the flannel that was causing her body to jolt up at the feeling of touch; It was that it smelled like an alpha. Her body was trying to absorb as much of him as it could! She was unconsciously reacting to him and granting him access to her.
Hearing a branch break from behind the forest bush, she sprung up as quickly as her body allowed her to react and grabbed a beach from her side.
“Who’s there?” She was in full alarm, she also noticed the fire she had started had been reignited, and was fully blazing and strong!
“What do you want from me? And for the love of... “
She noticed that the reason she had the flannel on was for her own modesty, because underneath the flannel she was as naked as she was brought into the world.
“ Why am I naked? ”
Bucky noticed her panic as he approached the camp again. He’d gone out to get some more firewood and clay to dress her wounds. He wasn't expecting for her to be so recovered.
“I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean to startle you! I'm here to help.”
He put his arms up, to show her he wasn’t a threat, dropping the contest of his arms to the ground! “I was just getting us some more fire, and you need something for your wound... it doesn’t look good!” he fixed his hair back with one of his free hands, a nervous habit he had kept since childhood.
She furrowed her brow, and took a swing of the branch startling him and forcing him to step back. ” I bet you would you know what wound need tending to?” She replied with a cocky attitude! She imagined he would’ve had to look at her body while he took her clothes off, but the realization that her body was not in display contrition made her blush for a moment.
Ignoring the heat rising to her cheeks, and the small pit of embarrassment in the pit of her stomach. She put on a brave face! As he got closer her body reacted to his presence.
He was tall! Always had been, but despite the fact she’s grown since he last saw her, he still sported a good foot above her. She lowered her stance and let go of her makeshift weapon.
Taking a step back, she tripped, and stumbled back. Bucky tried catching her, but before he could he lost his own footing and tackled her body to the ground.
There she was!
Looking like a goddess underneath him, in a flannel, with her little confused doe eyes! She didn’t even try to fight him off. They just stared at each other's eyes, for a small eternity that what theirs to have.
They could both see their changing features, the fire’s light shone on Bucky to reveal his dark black hair. There were messy strays surrounding his face, but the rest was neatly tucked behind his ears. Stubble framed his face, and his jaw was the jaw of a man. It was also an awkward time to notice how much muscle he’d gained in the last 10 years. His body was solid on top of her, even through his shirt, his body told his story! He was a man of work! His body was that of a man who did hard labor, a man who was outside for long periods of time. Which was something she could tell as she noticed the tan in his upper neck had begun fading as the weather grew colder.
His muscles responded to her stare in ways she couldn’t pinpoint!
He on the other hand noticed her delicate face, the way she had grown into her childhood innocence and beauty. Her frame was so small and breakable compared to him. He for a moment thought he could easily crush her, and tried to ease his weight to make it lighter on her.
Her hair was gorgeously long! It surrounded her like a halo, fit for her like an angel. And her eyes where large and expressive. He could’ve read those eyes a million ways years ago, but now! He couldn’t help but wonder what they were trying to say.
He couldn’t stop himself as the word slipped from his lips.
“Doll!”
He placed his knee between her legs and pushed on the palm of his hands in an effort to lift his body weight off of her.
“Don’t call me that! Haven’t heard that in a long time”... she wiggled under his body and pushed him off her “ that name used to be special to me”
She tried to stand up, but a dizzy spell forced her to remain seated on the ground. Looking at his hurt expression a few more seconds that she wanted to.
“ I really missed you!” Her eyes filled with tears that threatened to roll down her cheek as she tried to stare forward, but he would still read her pained face. “ When you caught me. I thought I was dying! ..and you weren't real”
“ Im sorry! Im so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you just like that!”
He sat down next to her frame, he noticed how her body was shivering, even close to the fire. Her smell was spiking up. He knew that once morning came he’d have to rush her to Steve as soon as possible! But for now, he just wanted to enjoy her! Just enjoy her own smell one last time.
“I never stopped thinking about you!” He lowered his face to the palms of his hands. It was there when she noticed. One of his hands wasn't quite his. It was a lusterly metal, but it still radiated his energy, and warmth.
“I'm sorry too! I shouldn't have interrupted whatever it is you guys do in the village...” she was guarded! Her body tensed up as she talked, a knife in her words ” a lowlife like me getting lost... that’s what it took for you to care again” the tears began to fall, a combination of her hormones, and now shock!
Her body was changing and she couldn’t do anything about it, and now the ghost of her former best friend was back. She didn’t know how to process. She was stronger than this! Why was her body dissolving her to her nature?
Bucky wanted to embrace her! To say so many things, but nothing felt like enough to him.
“Listen now it’s not the time for... ” as he stood up he heard her let out a pain filled grunt. Her hand reached out to grab his thigh, as she doubled over to the ground in pain.
He quickly reacted to her pain, and kneeled down next to where she now laid doubled over on the cold moist ground.
“No, no ,no , no listen to me doll... you have to pull through!” He positioned his body as comfortably as he could for her “ I can’t help you... I’m not supposed to...”
He’d made a mistake! He’d coated her in his smell from the moment he held her in his arms. Her body was screaming for an alpha and it was only going to get worse till an alpha helps her body respond to it’s needs.
From the little life she had a few minutes ago, this little omega at his feet was shaking, and frail!
“I’m sorry, doll…” he looked around in distress “please just stay with me! We have to make it till morning! Please just look at me...tell me you’re alright! “ he cradled her small body and held her close to him.
As a strong wave of her scent hit his nostrils, and a small seizure overcame her body.
Bucky knew what he had to do!
But he wanted to make sure he had well enough exhausted all of his options. It would be selfish of him not to admit he wanted to help her.
“ Bucky... am I gonna die? ” she looked up at him with pained eyes, she was suffering! He used his shirt to wipe down the trails of blood exiting her nose. He wanted to help her so badly! She was nuzzled up against his body, shivering and looking more lifeless by the moment.
Her body was rejecting her omega change!
Bucky knew the fever wasn’t a good sign! But with the seizures that were now overtaking her body every few minutes, it was confirmed to him that she was moments away from collapsing upon herself. An alpha made an omega stronger! It was in their nature!
She needed an alpha !
As he held her in the heart of the forest, illuminated by the light of the moonlight, he could see the teardrops of red leave her eyes. Tears the color of fire!
And when the moon was above then at its brightest, Bucky looked up at the sky, and then down at her “Im sorry doll! I'm about to let you down one more time... I hope you can forgive me one day” as he exposed her neck to him, her untouched mating gland on full display to him.He carefully extracted his canines, and like a soft kiss, he bit her!
He knew Steve wasn’t going to be happy, and quite frankly he was even more scared of her finding out he’d taken away her choice!
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trojc-rewrite · 3 years
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The Rise of Jimmy Casket Rewrite, Chapter Four
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Toast blinked, his body not moving for a few seconds. His heart and lungs were lurching in his chest, he felt hot and cold at the same time. He let a shaky smile across his face, laughing a bit.
Ghost fixed his hair, cold lake water dripped slowly from his hair tips. His gray sweater was almost black from the lake water, and a strand of seaweed was strapped to his shoulder.
“Ghost,” Toast said solemnly. A million emotions were exploding in his chest, like tiny fireworks popping. Relief, joy, confusion. He wanted to wrap his arms around his friend, and never let him go. He wanted to hold him there in a warm hug, and sit there solemnly forever.
“Ghost I, where have you- thank you- but where have you been? I-I was so worried. Sir I’ve missed you so much,” he spilled out. Ghost looked at him, a mixed emotion glazing his good eye. But to Toast’s relief he smiled, showing an emotion not often seen in his best friend.
“There's so much. It’s too much to really explain right now.” Ghost said, picking the string of seaweed off his shoulder. He flicked it off of his fingers, and it hit Spooker in the leg. The ginger made a disgusted face, peeling it off of his jeans.
Ghost shook out his sleeve, staying quiet for a few minutes. “I was on my way back home believe it or not, and then I saw you and Gavin- just, holy shit. You absolute dumbass,” He breathed out a sigh. “I mean, I love how brave you are but Jesus, you can’t be dying on me.”
Toast chuckled, sitting upwards gently. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I almost died on this trip, that’s for sure.”. Ghost smiled a tiny bit, before turning his attention to Toast's leg.
“We should get somewhere warm, and get that wound looked at. It could be infected.” Ghost said, leaning over his friend's leg. The wound was pulsing with cold, dull pain.
The four of them were quiet, not speaking. A question hung in the air, “but where?”. Toast's wallet was soaked, so no cash. Ghost more than likely couldn’t afford to get a hotel room for four people, with Spooker and Colon in the same boat.
The river water lapped at the beach, making soft sounds against the sandy grass. Wind howled over him, pointing out how cold he was getting. It laughed at him, taunting him with inevitable hypothermia if he stayed out here. “Maybe my credit cards survived my fall.” Toast said, grabbing his sodden wallet.
Luckily, they did. He had only one really old card, but it would do for tonight.
Toast looked up from his wallet, and made eye contact with Colon. His eyes were staring at him, and he nodded to him. Toast knew what that meant, that was Colon’s silent way of asking “may we talk, specifically without Ghost.”
“Ghost, there’s a motel across the bridge. I hate to be that person, would you mind booking us a room for the night? I might take a few minutes to get up.” He said, blinking some water droplets from his eyes.
Ghost was quiet, unreadable emotions filling his face. “Okay, just don’t be too late.” He said, and Toast smiled at him.
“Thank you Sir. We’ll be there soon.” Toast said. His friend got up, wringing out his hoodie sleeve. He shook his hair out one last time, spraying Spooker and Colon with water droplets.
Ghost rolled his eye slightly, which Toast laughed at. “Still being grumpy, I see?”. His friend snorted.
“Yeah, I guess.” He said, smiling slightly. He grabbed his satchel from the shore.
Ghost disappeared over the bridge, the night consuming him until he was nothing more than a ringing thought in Toast’s head.
Spooker and Colon turned to him, eyes hard. “We hope that you know that we have several questions.”
Toast rubbed the wedding ring on his neck, feeling anxiety beginning to blossom in his belly. “Of course you do.” He joked.
Colon sat down on a mossy rock, “I’m just thinking. Aren’t you angry with him?” He asked, looking at him with foggy eyes.
Toast gave him a confused look. “Why would I be?”
Colon held out his arms in a matter-of-fact way. “He left us Toast! He left you to hold P.I.E together, he left me and Spooker with barely any knowledge on anything. Hell, Spooker is STILL a trainee!”
Spooker hesitantly nodded.
“He just left us. We barely got an explanation. He just said ‘Hey I gotta go, dunno when I’ll be back.’ You aren’t upset over that? Not even in the slightest? He left you with scraps!”
Colon looked upset, but not in an angry way. He looked sad, as if he had actually been hurt when Ghost left. In which, Toast didn’t get 100%, sure they had their moments of clarity, and sometimes they worked together brilliantly, but he didn’t think they were that close.
‘He holds a grudge with Ghost for leaving.’ Toast thought, ‘Which I can’t even blame him for. If I wasn’t so close to Ghost I would be too.’
He studied his inner emotions more, taking a few minutes to breathe before answering. ‘Maybe I am mad at him for leaving.’ He thought. Toast could feel a kernel of anger settled in the knot of other emotions, weaved in there like a root. It was small, it wasn’t enough to make him be this upset, but it was there. And Toast was sure that Colon probably felt it more.
‘Maybe he looked up to him, in a weird way.’ He thought finally.
He took a deep breath. “I am upset with him.” He answered truthfully. “But I feel like anger won’t solve anything here.”
He played with the gold ring around his neck, watching it catch the moonlight with a glint. The ring brought back memories. Memories of him and Mary dancing on their wedding night, proposing to her. And then came the unpleasant memories, muddled in, unfortunately intertwined. And then came the memories of Ghost, him coming to visit him every day, taking care of him, helping him with his alcohol addiction. Telling him it would work out in the end, that he’d be happy again. Some of the rare moments of Ghost’s optimism, some that he knew he might not ever see again.
“But, even though him leaving wasn’t right, and I agree that he shouldn’t have left on such short notice, I forgive him for it too. There’s so much to Ghost, he’s a complicated person, as cliche as that sounds.
“He didn’t mean to hurt us. I know that for a fact. Ghost cares about us, he refuses to say it, he hates showing vulnerability, but he loves both you and Spooker. He has his moments, but they’re easy to miss.
“But, I don’t blame you for being upset with him. Him leaving us for those few weeks, it wasn’t the best thought out decision. But confronting him about it, I feel like it’ll cause more issues.”
Colon took in what he said for a few minutes, his expression softening. Spooker shuffled beside him, looking lost in thought. His eyebrows were knitted in soft confusion.
“I understand that he respects us, I guess I was just hurt when he left. He left us with more questions than answers. He left me thinking, ‘what did I do wrong?’, those things are just so hard to get over. I just hope he tells us. We’re a team right? We’re supposed to trust each other. Why didn’t he want to tell us?”
Toast brought his legs closer to his body, straining as his leg pulsed with numb pain again.
“Ghost has his secrets, and we should respect that. Plus, he always tells us inevitably, one way or another.”
He got up, limping a bit. Spooker helped him stand, getting to his side. The ginger still looked lost in thought, his eyes somewhere not in the conversation.
Colon nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”
He stood up, dusting off his pants. Moss stuck to his legs, staining his jeans green.
“Now let's go, I can’t wait to sleep on something that isn’t dirt.” Colon said.
Spooker chuckled slightly to himself. Toast blinked at him, and Spookers eyes focused. “Sorry! I was just thinkin, ya know how it is.”
Toast smiled, “I understand.”
He slowly closed his hand around his ring necklace, staring up at the stars. They glowed so bright, Toast felt calmed by them. It reminded him of his wedding after party, after most people had gone home. That night was a blast, but Toast's favorite memory was that one.
He, Mary and Ghost all staring at the stars, pointing out constellations and telling quiet stories of their youth. Ghost told stories of Toast, as all of them shared drinks under moonlight.
He smiled slightly to himself.
“Mary, my love, I’m keeping them safe as you asked.”
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A calm chapter for the soul, these poor boys needed a break.
New chapter should be up soon! So sorry for the wait!
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Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do (Nothing New)
Summary: Kate’s best friend Eva is all she’s ever wanted, and if she has to get into a fight to prove it, then goddamnit, she’ll fight the whole world. Otherwise known as a Girls Like Girls music video au.
Trigger warnings: Blood, fighting, cussing, alcohol
Word count: 1619
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Kate was very disappointed when the person who opened the door was Chad, and not Eva.
"Hey, Kate," he slurred, more drunk than she would have liked.
"Hi," she said shortly. A smile ghosted across her lips when Eva appeared over Chad's shoulder.
"Kate, hi!" she said eagerly, ducking under her boyfriend's arm to hug her.
"Hey, Eva," Kate said quietly, relishing the two second hug.
"God, it's good to see you."
"I was only out of town for the weekend."
"I know, but I missed you." Eva smiled at her, and Kate's stomach fluttered. "Come in."
Once Kate had put her bike in the side yard, she walked into the kitchen to see Eva sitting cross-legged on the counter, lighting a cigarette, while Chad grabbed another beer from the fridge. Kate hopped up next to Eva as she took a pull, smiling when she blew the smoke into her face.
"Here," Eva said quietly, putting the cigarette between Kate's lips. Kate took a breath, then lifted her hand to take the cigarette from Eva and lowered it from her lips, letting the smoke rise from her mouth. 
She used to pretend she was a dragon the first few times she and Eva had smoked together - now she only did that in her head.
"So," Eva said as she lit another cigarette, letting Kate keep the first. "How was the cabin?"
"Boring," she said honestly. "My family is the worst at conversation and I left the book I've been reading at home."
"Seriously? You never do that."
"It was like 5 AM, I was exhausted, cut me some slack." Kate tapped the cigarette against the edge of the counter, scared to meet Eva's eyes in case it did something to her. "How did you survive three whole days without me?"
"Just barely." And oh, Eva's smile… it reminded Kate of everything she loved about her.
And that was a long, long list.
"Let's go swimming," Chad suggested, breaking into Kate's thoughts. She sighed and turned to look at him.
"I didn't bring a bathing suit."
"You can borrow one of mine," Eva assured her. Her smile had faded just a touch when Chad spoke, which probably wasn't what was supposed to happen, considering he was her boyfriend.
God, Kate hated Chad.
"C'mon." Eva crushed her cigarette against the counter, took Kate's and put that one out, and then grabbed her hand and pulled her off the counter. "You want the black one?"
"Sure."
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Kate stared at herself in the mirror as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and herself together. Behind her, not facing her, Eva was changing, too, and Kate tried not to blush at the reflection of her bare back. She looked away and picked up her own bathing suit - well, Eva's, she was just borrowing it - and grit her teeth.
Eva wasn't hers to stare at.
She had to constantly remind herself of that.
Like last week - she, Chad, and Eva had driven out to the abandoned field at the edge of town. Eva had turned on the car radio and danced along while Chad hit a couple baseballs around, oblivious to how fucking lucky he was to have Eva.
And Kate had stared at her.
She'd stared at beautiful, beautiful Eva, who danced even though neither of her companions were and didn't seem to care, whose hair blew in the wind and whose perfect lips were curved in the prettiest smile in the world.
Kate had stared then, because she felt like she could get away with it. But today she looked away and changed and wondered if Eva found it difficult to look away, too.
She doubted it.
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Is she even human? Kate wondered as Eva smiled at her, her mouth underwater and looking just as beautiful as ever. There was no way a human could be that perfect, no fucking way.
She lifted a hand and splashed a little water in Eva's face, and Eva made a little noise of protest and splashed her back. Kate smiled, but it quickly disappeared when Chad shouted a "GERONIMO!" and cannonballed into the pool, sending a huge wave of water over both of their heads.
Eva forced a laugh, and Kate found herself thinking about Eva's real, genuine laugh. She wondered when the last time that laugh had been caused by Chad had been.
She bet it had been a while.
After only about fifteen minutes, Kate had had enough of being in the pool with Chad when he was that drunk, so she climbed up onto the edge and started to wring out her hair. Eva climbed up next to her, and they sat there together, so close Kate thought she might explode.
You have no idea how badly I want you.
Chad stumbled out of the pool and reached for his beer, collapsing into a deck chair and taking a swig. Eva stared resolutely at the ripples in the water, and Kate kicked her feet a little to make more, smiling when Eva did.
Kate's hair was almost dry by the time Chad staggered to his feet and went inside, shouting over his shoulder to Eva that he was gonna have some friends over.
Eva rolled her eyes and stood up, and Kate accepted the hand that pulled her to her feet. "Guess we'd better go get cleaned up, then," Eva murmured, and Kate managed a smile back, trying not to think about how close Eva's lips were to hers.
Which, of course, meant that she was thinking of nothing else.
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“Babe, get up,” Chad said harshly, yanking Eva to her feet in the middle of her conversation with Kate. He kissed her, hard and intense, groping, and Kate looked into the bottom of her cup, a ball of hot anger in her stomach, burning and hurting.
Eva deserved better than that.
“Get off of me,” Eva muttered, shoving Chad away and plopping back down next to Kate with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “So, like I was saying…”
That party lasted way too long. By the time everyone was gone, Kate was hiding in the corner of the bathroom, tired of everyone trying to talk to her. When she didn’t hear any more talking coming from the living room, she carefully looked down the hallway and started walking, running her hand over the pictures on the wall.
She stopped next to one - her and Eva’s silhouettes against the setting sun over the ocean, a picture taken over three years ago when they went on a spontaneous road trip.
That was before Eva had met Chad.
Kate looked away.
Everyone else was gone. Chad was passed out in an armchair, and Kate carefully stepped past him, terrified of waking him up and provoking the anger that the beer dangling from his hand had undoubtedly produced. Eva was sitting at the edge of the pool, staring into the water, not smiling.
“Hey,” Kate said quietly, tugging her jacket closer around her shoulders despite the heat. “Are you okay?”
Eva shrugged.
Kate sat next to her but didn’t look at her, instead stared at the water. She barely dared to breathe as Eva leaned her head on her shoulder, terrified her blush was going to give her away. She risked a glance at Eva, who was looking at her, and - did Eva just glance at her lips?
“Kate…”
Oh my God.
Eva was definitely staring at her lips now. Then she moved just a little closer - Kate could feel her breath on her lips - her eyes started to close-
And then there was a hand in her hair, yanking her to her feet and tossing her into the low brick wall surrounding the garden.
Kate slowly, carefully rolled onto her back, staring up at the clouds. She was vaguely aware of how suddenly cold she was without her jacket, of the stinging on her lip and cheek, of the bleeding where she’d hit the brick, of Chad yelling at Eva-
No.
“Look at me!” he was screaming, but Eva still stared at her feet, shaking and close to tears. And that was what set her off.
Kate scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Chad, shoving him to the ground and then hitting, hitting, hitting, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
Kate and Eva on the beach, laughing, carefree.
Kate and Eva dancing in the bedroom, catching each other when they almost slipped.
Kate and Eva after box-dying their hair, sitting on the bathroom floor and waiting for their hair to dry.
Kate and Eva being happy.
Kate falling in love with Eva.
Kate loving and wanting so desperately it hurt.
Kate thinking Eva would never love or want her back.
Kate wondering if maybe she’d been wrong.
“Kate, stop it. Kate, stop!” Eva’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and Kate went limp, letting Eva pull her to her feet. Eva was crying as she rubbed blood away from Kate’s lower lip, and Kate realized she was crying, too. “Oh, Kate…”
“Eva-”
“Kate, I’m so sorry.” And then Eva was kissing her.
Kate kissed back, pouring all the years of want into it, the years of knowing she could be what Eva needed, the years of knowing Eva was what she needed, the years of loving and loving and loving until she thought she would burst.
It was a messy kiss. It tasted like tears and a little bit like blood. But maybe it meant Kate could finally, finally have Eva.
Eva was all she’d ever wanted.
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Kate rode her bike home with a bloody face and a missing jacket.
She rode her bike home with a smile and a full heart.
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philindaforlife · 6 years
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Not Broken, Just Bent
Post 5x06. Title inspired by “Just Give Me A Reason” by P!nk 
As a trainee in S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, Melinda May had wanted to experience it all. From complicated infiltration missions (but not undercover, ugh) to traveling to exotic locales, she’d had a fairly long bucket list.
It was safe to say she’d fulfilled that…and then some.
First there was surviving the whole Hydra thing, and then helping to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D. And then came Inhumans (and who could forget about Andrew, of course). Of course, who could forget about being infected by a ghost, dying and being brought to life, being replaced by a murderous LMD and oh yeah, finding herself trapped in a simulation straight from hell? That didn’t even include time travel. 
And her current predicament—hiding on a deserted and glorified rock, hours away from bleeding out, and hunted by giant roaches.
So yes, if she ever made it out alive, and it was looking less and less unlikely, May swore she would take a long, long vacation (alone this time, although a little company from her best friend/maybe something more wouldn’t hurt) and do nothing but lie on a beach, drink in hand.
But that depended on whether or not she survived.
For the millionth time since the monolith had sent her straight into that damn pipe, May cursed under her breath as she dragged her bad leg behind her, her right leg strained from leaning all of her weight onto it. She could hear growls in the air—the roaches were not far behind by the sound of it, and for every limping step she took the faster they were gaining on her.
Goddamnit.
And then she was running, well technically limping, her left leg screaming at her to stop, her right leg groaning with exhaustion, the shallow yet still bleeding cut in her side throbbing as she dragged her body as rapidly as she could, away from the roaches. Her hair whipped across her face in sweaty chunks, and she dug her nails into her palms.
Suddenly May’s leg twisted, and she found herself airborne for a brief moment, before the ground started to rise up around her. She landed on her back, all the air completely gone from her lungs as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. It took her a full four, long, tension filled seconds to realize she’d tripped. Like a clumsy, S.H.I.E.L.D. trainee during her first try in a training course. Idiot.
 Get up, go, move!
 May instinctively sat up, and instantly regretted it—her side screamed, no, cried mercy, the searing pain second only to the incessant throbbing of her leg that she’d almost grown accustomed to. It felt oddly wet and kind of sticky. From sweat, maybe? She gingerly reached out to touch the cut at her side and brought her hand up to her face. The air was dark around her, but unless her eyes were fooling her, her hand had come back smeared with blood.
Great. She’d thought all along that her leg would’ve been the one to kill her, but it turned out it would be that damn cut from that damn telepath.
A sharp, piercing growl caused her to jump, and May curled her right leg under her, trying to put her weight on it, gritting her teeth, trying in vain to stand up, to run, to survive. But the second she did it buckled and she fell back down again.
Her vision swam before her, the dark landscape not helping as her eyes watered and stung. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a gigantic mass approaching. The roaches. She had to get up. Now. Yet her legs refused to obey. Her limbs seemed to grow heavier too, and the ground started to feel less and less like a hard wasteland and more like her comfy mattress back in the now destroyed base.
It was growing darker—May realized a few seconds too late that no, the landscape wasn’t changing color. She was losing consciousness.
No.
In the back of her mind, she knew what that meant. She’d lost.
No. I don’t lose. I never lose.
 But the darkness was so irresistible, almost soothing, inexplicably reminding her of a bowl of Phil’s chicken noodle soup, the special one he made from scratch the handful of times she’d been sick.
As she surrendered, her head slipping to one side, her eyes closing, she thought she saw a human shaped figure in the distance shooting something at the roaches, making them disintegrate upon contact. The figure approached rapidly, and in the dim light May could see he had blue skin. Oh, God, it was one of the Kree.
His face looked oddly familiar, and reminded her of…the diner?
But then the darkness took its hold, and she saw nothing more.
She wasn’t moving.
That was the first thing Phil registered as he stumbled his away into the makeshift shelter Enoch had constructed out of a pile of larger and smaller rocks. Enoch had removed her jacket, using it instead as a pillow, and was busy creating a bandage out of what appeared to be a pile of dried leaves.
Enoch barely glanced up. “I see you managed to follow the path I left.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.” Just the sight of his infuriatingly calm face made Phil want to use his robotic hand (newly re-implemented, thanks to Fitz’s planning ahead), and punch him so hard he’d bounce off the Lighthouse. If it hadn’t been for him the group would’ve still happily (or somewhat, given the circumstances they’d left behind back home) lived in their time, rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. or whatever. But a larger part of him was just purely grateful for Enoch’s help. Without him Fitz would’ve never made it here.
 “And the others are?”
“Daisy, Mack and YoYo are scouting the area. Fitzsimmons stayed behind in the trawler with Flint. How is she?” Phil nodded her head towards May. Her face was flushed and tense as she slept, but she still looked more peaceful than he’d seen in a long time.
“She’s running a fever.” Enoch answered simply. “Her leg has been infected.”
“I kind of figured.” Phil made his way fully into the little shelter and crouched down. Her touched Melinda’s hand softly, and winced at the contact. “Wow. She’s really burning up.”
“Did you bring the supplies?”
In response, he pulled out a syringe out of his jacket’s inner pocket. Inside the crate of weapons Fitz had thought to include a basic version of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s first aid kit, complete with a few simple yet highly effective medications that would cure or at least help soothe many ailments.
Phil handed them to Enoch, who inserted the needle into Melinda’s arm. Her expression did not change, although she stirred a little. Seemingly satisfied, Enoch stood up. “I believe that will help a bit with the infection, although only time and rest will help her leg heal.”
Of course it required rest, the one luxury they could not afford. He looked down at her sleeping form. Still, maybe a few short hours would do her some good. “I know our plan was to make it back to the trawler so we could get the hell out of here, but I think it would be better to stay here until she wakes up.”
“Agreed.” Enoch said. “I trust you can stay while I go keep watch?”
Seeing as he had zero intention to face those roaches and leave Melinda’s side (ever again), Phil nodded. He took Enoch’s place on the hard rock, and slipped his hand into hers as the alien drew his weapon and walked out.
“When you told me you had it, that you could handle Sinara, I don’t think this is what either of us had in mind.” He joked softly. “I could’ve stayed behind, you know. I know I’m not as good as you. But I could’ve helped.
“You didn’t need to face her alone, May.” He continued. “You could’ve died. Hell, you did die last year. You don’t need to take risks like that. That’s why we’re a team. Especially here…I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you. You know, for a second I actually thought…”
Phil paused. In his head he could almost hear May berating him, calling him a dork and a sap, rolling her eyes at the notion that she’d actually lose a fight.
“Laugh all you want.” He said. “But there was a moment, when you didn’t come back, I thought you were gone.” Phil shook his head. “This is my fault. I should’ve stayed with you. And I know what you’re going to say, that I wasn’t the one who caused you to materialize into that pipe. But I shouldn’t have left you there, not when I knew you couldn’t handle it.”
Melinda’s brow furrowed, soft whimpers escaping, though she stayed asleep. Her hand tightened around Phil’s, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she experienced whatever terror was playing out behind her eyelids.
“It’s okay. I’m right here.” He said. “I’m not going anywhere.” Using his thumb, he gently rubbed circles around her hand. “I’m not leaving you, Melinda. Not ever again.”
Gradually, her whimpers quieted, and her expression became calm once more as her breathing evened out. Although it wasn’t exactly cold in this dank, dirty atmosphere, her body seemed to be wracked by subtle shivers, and Phil immediately shed his jacket and used it to cover her chest and shoulders.
“I don’t know how much of this you can hear.” He said softly. “Probably not at all, since you’re asleep. Well, if we ever get out of this…no, that’s not it. That’s what we said last time. I’m done with this whole taking a step back thing. If that’s not what you want, then I can live with that. But I need you to know…I love you. I know what you think, that you don’t deserve that after Bahrain. Except you’re not always right, no matter what you say.”
He watched as Melinda slept on, blissfully unaware to their hellish surroundings. “Now I just need to have the guts to say this to you while you’re conscious. You mean everything to me, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to give this, us, a try.”
Melinda gradually became aware of several things.
One, she was lying flat on her back again, but the air felt a bit different in here. She felt…less exposed. 
Two, there was something soft under her head, and something soft covering her chest and shoulders. It smelled like home. 
Three, her leg throbbed, but not as much or painfully as it had before. And she could barely feel the stab wound on her side anymore.
And finally, someone’s hand was curled around hers, rubbing gentle circles. She’d had her fair share of massages and spa days, but this felt more blissful than anything she’d ever experienced.
“…I’m done with this whole taking a step back thing…” A low voice said. It sounded like the person was sitting right next to her, although his voice echoed for some reason. Melinda’s eyes felt too heavy to open, so she settled for simply listening.
“If that’s not what you want, then I can live with that.”
Her blood nearly froze as she realized it was Phil. What in the hell was he doing here? Yet she was too curious about what he was saying to bother trying to shake herself fully awake.
 “But I need you to know…I love you….”
With the tight grip he maintained around her hand, how could he not feel her heartbeat? Surely it had picked up like crazy, alerting him to the fact that she’d woken up.
But he didn’t seem to notice. “Now I just need to have the guts to say this to you while you’re conscious,” Phil said, confirming to May that he was pretty much the biggest idiot she’d ever met. An adorable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
“You mean everything to me, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to give this, us, a try.” Phil finished. “Okay.” He chuckled awkwardly to himself. “I guess I’ll let you sleep in peace now.”
Although her mind had felt foggy and only half awake moments ago, now her thoughts raced as she replayed Phil’s words over and over. I love you. You mean everything to me. I love you. You mean everything to me.
You mean everything to me too, Melinda replied in her head. And she couldn’t wait to show (not tell, because she wasn’t exactly the most verbose person) how much.
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Today in an episode of let’s share personal stuff because I’m super tired and can’t really think straight any more....
I just read a post about how parents, in an effort to protect their children, won’t let them go out with friends, and this in the other hand isolates them and hinders their abilities to make friends, sometimes even makes them a target of bullying. I want to reblog that post and tell my story, but y story is very different, so I didn’t because I didn’t want to put off potential parents letting their offspring in the wild, because yes, socialising with one’s peers is a super important skill set to have. My mum, when I was a teen, used to kick me out of the house so I would attend a party, we would have heated arguments about the time she was going to pick me up, I said 10pm, she countered with 1am. I said 11pm she came back with 12:30, she was a fierce negotiator.
She gave me way more money than I needed, to encourage the outings. And I do mean like a LOT. I asked her once, a while ago, why she gave me so much, how could we possibly afford it. And she was like “are you kidding me? I had to drag you to even get clothes, I was spending next to nothing on you, you remember that damned t-shirt you always wore? I was ready to give you a month’s salary for you to get a new one!!”
So yeah, social skills? Me? Not so much.
However, thanks to my mother’s efforts I was witness to and/or participated in (under a cut, because no one’s really interested in this):
That one party where the “high voltage” drink was born. A mix of white wine, rum, pineapple ice-cream and aguardiente (burning water) I believe you guys refer to it as hard liquor or schnapps (the like 90% alcohol one).
About a year after, someone got very interested in chemistry, stole a whole set from the school and High Voltage 2.0 was born. I heard it was a quick trip to death’s door. (I, thankfully, don’t drink, never have).
We broke into a classmate’s new house and got chased away by a night guard threatening to shoot us with a shotgun. It took us about 10 minutes to climb the fence in, and about 10 seconds to levitate back out.
The stolen car (from someone’s parents) that died on us on our way back. (The police were stumped).
The one time we got into the wrong car, loaded the groceries and only then realised it wasn’t our car. Got the groceries to our actual car and left. Get to the party, realise the sodas are missing, go back to the supermarket, get the sodas back from the other car and disappear.
My friend learning how to drive getting a license and almost dying every 30 seconds. I aged to my 40s in a month aboard that car. 
The party where a friend dropped unconscious from a window, we all rush outside to see the damage and he’s no where to be found. About 30 minutes later we realise he is *in* the bushes below the window. Still drunk. We called him ghost after that. He tended to disappear.
The tree that “waved” at us at 3 in the morning and we ran back into the house terrified. The mum eventually came looking for us and laughed for about a year. But we all had cake!
The clown car that could hold 17 teenagers on their way to the beach.
The other car that needed a push to start and never got us anywhere on time.
Time time we got kicked out of a beach house for being too noisy, and then the cops kicked us out of the town for being too noisy.
The  truck that had a butter knife where the key was supposed to be.
Same truck, the truck bed didn’t have railings. We “tied” ourselves with rope in the back and asked the driver to hit it. I still think it was a miracle we all survived.
The time we set fire to a garden.
The time someone else set fire to a different garden.
When “skinny” got her license and we all went out to celebrate, she braked suddenly and a kid was ejected from her seat through the open window and landed on the hood. The laws of physics changed forever that day.
The time when skinny put the car in a ditch.
The time when skinny rolled the car into the same ditch than before.
The time a friend of a friend gave him a graffiti as a birthday present, that he painted on the wall of his house. It said “Qué pasa Gato” (what’s up, Cat). His mum freaked and then had a cigarette, she let us all have cigarettes that day.
The time a friend from the pastoral group “stole” a cart from the supermarket, and the dad of a different friend yelled at him to return it.
It was not returned. We called it Thunder and rode it on one of the steepest streets in town.
Can you imagine if I had enjoyed going out on a regular basis?
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"#when your fav is problematic" Excuse you? I'm not at all- okay yeah I'm v problematic
You’re totally problematic, but problematic in the best way! And as it turns out, you’re not the only problematic one…
A gift for you - my very first official fanfic. I hope you enjoy it, because I legitimately wrote it just for you, @son-of-rome :)
Empty Kisses and Broken Bottles
It had been 11 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.
Exactly.
Not that she was counting.
She was staring out of the frost-covered window of the apartment, looking over the city before her, but seeing nothing.The streets were broken memories of a love long lost, but never forgotten. Itall felt empty now.
Sometimes there were good days. Where she almost forgot,where she felt like she could breathe. But today was too much. The pressure onher chest, where her heart was supposed to be, hurt too much.
Supposed to be.
Because her heart was, and forever would be, with him.
She blinked once, twice, and looked around the comfortableroom. Her new home.
She wiggled further into the worn-out couch, pulling herblanket tighter around her, as the fire roared in the fireplace. The distantsound of One Direction playing over the speakers in the kitchen pulled her outof her stupor, but it was the terrible off-key singing which accompanied itthat brought the small smile to her face.
The delicious smells swirling in the air reminded her thatshe hadn’t eaten since that morning. Her stomach growled in protest.
She sat up, the large quilt slipping off of her as shestretched and walked towards the kitchen. It had been a gift from hermother-in-law. All of his T-shirts were sewn together in a swirling pattern,allowing her to surround herself with the only memory she allowed of him.
Of Percy.
Her bare feet padded against the cold hardwood floors as shecrossed her arms, pulling her sweater tighter around her body. Her long, blondeponytail swayed at her back.
She walked into the kitchen and instantly stepped up behindJason, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into his back.
A small smile she couldn’t see grew on his lips, as heintertwined his fingers with hers, reminded once again of how much he lovedher. Of how happy he was to have her with him. He bobbed his head to the music,shaking his hips against her to drag a laugh out of the lips she had pressed tohis back, as he stirred the various pots on the stove top with his other hand.
After Percy had died, he was the one desperately trying tomake sure she didn’t fall apart. He hadn’t really cared for the guy, but he’dspent his life loving Annabeth, even if she hadn’t known it.
Everyone thought he was the asshole stealing the dead hero’sgirl.
He didn’t care what they thought.
He just wanted her to be happy. He didn’t care if she didn’tlove him. And most days, he was almost sure she didn’t.
All he wanted was to keep her alive. After the accident, hehad been the one to find her at the hospital sobbing on the ground, fallinginto oblivion.
He was the one who made sure she survived.
He made sure she ate, and hydrated, and showered, and showedup to work on time, and stayed alive.
But he knew that nights were the worst of all. And there wasnothing he could do about that.
Until the day she couldn’t take it anymore. Being alone.Looking at the empty bed where her husband used to lie.
Until the day she asked him to stay. So he did.
And other days, she stayed with him.
Some days she hadto stay with him. Some days she couldn’t look at their house anymore. At thememories. The porch swing where they’d sat up all night looking at the stars. Thebed where they slept together. The kitchen where they’d cooked together,because neither of them was good enough to cook alone- and the blue-stainedcounters from the food coloring he insisted on putting in every batch ofpancakes. The bathroom, with its memories of their morning showers. The couchwhere they would marathon show after show, not really paying attention, andhaving to watch the same episode countless times. The tomato sauce stain on thecarpet where they’d knocked over their pizza in anger the day the Mets playedthe Yankees. She couldn’t even remember which team won anymore, she justremembered their laughter as they’d tried to clean it up. Her breathy giggleson the phone as she attempted to order another, while he placed soft kissesalong her neck.
The beach where he’d proposed.
Tears pricked her eyes.
And then she was pulled out of her memories again. “Annabeth,you asleep back there?” He turned his head, rubbing her hand.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, “I was trying to be.” She hated lettinghim see her like this. Hated the look on his face, the sadness there, that sheknew was reflected in her. The love, that was not reflected.
She loved him, that much was for sure. He had been thereason she had begun to smile again.
But even after everything he’d done for her, she couldn’tlove him the way he loved her.
She couldn’t love him enough.
He chuckled at her grumbled response, pulling her armstighter around him, and turning back to whatever he was sautéing.
He found her on one of those days, in her old house, their old house, on the floor, aching,sobbing, breaking.
Broken.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even remember what hadtriggered her. Just that she had been. And suddenly she was in the hospitalagain. The panic had hit, the misery swept through her heart, the pain, god the pain was unbearable, shepulled her hair, feeling herself falling apart, as she curled up in a ball onthe ground, shaking, dying. No, notdying. But wishing she was.
And he’d found her there.
And she’d begged him, beggedhim, to take her away. And he had. And she hadn’t set foot in Montauk since.
That was the first night she’d kissed him. The first nightshe’d done more. The first time she’d selfishly used him, as a distraction. Assomething, anything, to pull her away. And she hated herself, because deepdown, she knew it wasn’t the last.
But when she moved in, it grew. The love grew. And somedays, the good days, he was all she saw. He was the light in her life. And theylaughed, and they held hands, and she was there, and she was with him, and shewas happy to be there with him. They kissed, and they touched, and sometimesshe couldn’t keep her hands off him, and she didn’t want to.
But the bad days. God,the bad days. Those were the hardest of all.
There were different kinds of bad days. First, the kindwhere she started to cry, and she couldn’t stop. When it all became too much.The memories. The sadness. The abandonment. The darkness. Too much. But it wasokay, because he held her. And she knew he would never let go.
Then, there were the bad days filled with guilt. The dayswhere she couldn’t even look at him. The days she screamed. The days shecouldn’t eat. Where if she did, she’d throw up. Where she hated herself forbeing with Jason, feeling like she’d left Percy. Where she hated herself forfeeling that way. Where she hated herself for being with Jason because she knewthat he deserved so, so, much better.
Lastly, there were the silent days. The days where she wassimply numb. Where she didn’t know what to say. Where she felt like there wasnothing to say at all. Where she was too broken to breathe. Too shattered toexist. Those were the days that Jason had to do the most to pull her through.Where she was a ghost. They were also the days that scared him the most.Because he could feel her slipping away.
He stepped out of her arms to grab more spices and shesmiled up at him as he turned back towards her.
He bent down, placing a sweet kiss to her nose as he pulledher into his chest.
His hands went straight to her ass as she stood up on hertoes, pulling herself out of her memories, and kissing his lips. He was alittle shorter than Percy, easier to reach. Her hips ground against his as herarms wrapped around his neck. He growled against her lips, gently biting themas one of his hands climbed up her back, reaching under her shirt. He pulledhis lips off of hers to press gentle kisses to her neck, nipping at thesensitive spot right where it met her shoulder, and sending chills down herspine. A hazy moan slipped past her lips as he sucked on her collar bone.“Dinner is going to burn,” he murmured against her warm skin, “and it’s goingto be all your fault.” She pulled his head back up to meet her eyes, a realsmile on her lips as she kissed him softly one last time.
“Thank you,” she whispered, causing him to chuckle as hecompletely misunderstood the reason behind it. Turning around to grab forks andknives, she let him get back to making dinner.
“Really,” he continued, “it’s probably more your leggings’fault than anything else. Those things make your ass look way better thanshould be legal.”
The sound of metal hitting the ground caused him to quicklyturn around, just in time to see her bending over, her face turned towards him,a mischievous smile on her lips. “Oops,” she grinned as he bit his lip, thelust evident in his stormy blue eyes.
He moved as though he was about to step forward, and thenquickly turned back to the stove top, aggressively stirring his sauce. Shepretended not to notice as he adjusted his pants, and grabbed some plates andwine glasses to bring to the table.
The wine rack called to her on the way back, and she stoppedto assess their collection. “White or red,” she called out to him, over thesounds of his dying whale noises.
“How about a nice Cabernet Sauvignion?”
Reaching for the bottle he’d brought back from his last tripto California, she began the hunt for a corkscrew.
Soon enough, the table was set, the food was served, andJason had even begun to look with her, but the corkscrew was nowhere to befound.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“Hold up, I got this.”
Bottle of wine in hand, he headed into the basement.
Annabeth simply shook her head, rolled her eyes, and resumedher search. Her boyfriend claimed to “have it” far more often than he actuallydid.
Boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Husband.
Dead husband.
And there it was. Just like that, it began.
She stopped breathing. She couldn’t breathe. Silent tears poured out of her as she fell to theground.
The wake. The closed casket because her husband’s body hadbeen too battered, too broken, too burned to show.
The funeral. The bodies. Friends, family, neighbors, strangers.All gathered. Percy had always said that he wanted a celebration at his death.People remembering his happy life, instead of the sad end. So that’s what shedid, she smiled, and celebrated, and hosted, and put on a mask. The perfectwife, the perfect widow, while people cried around her, and she comforted them.She comforted them. Telling them itwould be okay. Telling them hewouldn’t want their tears.
But when all was said and done. When there was no one left.When she crawled into bed alone, staring at the spot where he used to lie.There was no one there to dry her tears. No one to tell her it would be okay.And even though she knew it, there was no one there to tell her Percy wouldn’twant her to cry.
And again they fell. Rolling down her cheeks, unstoppable, asa chill settled in her heart and wouldn’t leave. This time felt different. Itfelt like they would never leave.
Jason cheered comingup the stairs, a giddy smile on his face, not knowing the storm he was about towalk into. “Babe, I just opened a wine bottle with a screwdriver. Call me Bobthe Builder, fixing shit. Solving problems.” He laughed, taking a victory swigfrom the bottle, before he turned towards her.
The bottle shattered against the tiles of the empty kitchen,as he ran over and fell down to the ground beside her, wrapping her into hiswarm embrace.
This was a different kind of bad day.
Dinner was forgottenas he surrounded all of her with all of him. She felt so small in that moment.And it killed him.
He scooped her shaking body into his arms, pulling her intohis lap, and holding her close. Aching sobs racked through her chest, echoingthrough the apartment. He rocked back and forth, trying to whisper comfort intoher soft blonde curls.  His armstightened around her as the intolerable pain felt like it would take her allover again.
She loved him.
She loved him.
She loved him.
And he was gone.
Jason’s heart was breaking for the girl he loved.
The girl who would never fully love again.
So he held the broken pieces of his shattered soul mate,kissing her tears away, desperately trying to hold her together.
Because he may not have been the love of her life.
But she would always be the love of his.
Note: Jason x Piper (Jasper/Jasiper/whatever you want to call them) was never a thing in this AU.
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