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lostgirlmuseum · 7 months

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🐚Chapter 1

Mini Series Masterlist ❤️

Summary: You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention.

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Nothing that bad I don't think? Language. Miles being a dick. Please let me know if I've missed something!

A/N: I really hope you like it! I don't have a taglist, but you can follow updates at @lostgirl-library instead

(Divider credit: @firefly-graphics)

Reader’s POV

“Welcome to FM 98.2, I’m Nash Reeves, and you’re listening to The Grooves. Now if you’ve been following us on our social media, you already know what’s up. If you haven’t then I’ll catch you up to speed. Today is the last day to win ‘The Groovy Giveaway!’ The prize? Win up to five tickets to an all expense paid visit to the SunHaven Sea Resort’s special beach houses! Now callers, you can find our phone number on our website, but—”

“You have the right number, right?” You interrupted the radio host and turned to Wanda. You were both sitting on the soft rug of your room, crowded around the small silver radio, waiting impatiently with your phone in hand.

“I’m not an amateur, of course I have the right phone number!”

You’d both dialed separately, in hopes of doubling your chances of winning.

“We’re about to play ‘Guess That Sound.’ Callers, have the number ready, and dial in when you think you know. Best of luck to all of you out there! Here we go. In three…two…one.”

“whHScHRRRR-whHRiRI—” The most obnoxious sound attacked your ears, but neither of you jumped. You were Avengers. You knew how to act when the stakes were high.

“CALL IN WANDA, CALL IN!”

“I DID!”

“THAT’S A BLENDER, I KNOW IT!”

“We already have calls pouring in! But who called first? Let’s see…hello? Caller?”

“NOOOOOO!” You yelled, falling back onto the floor when both of your phones continued ringing.

“Stay calm, they might get it wrong! We still have a chance.”

“Hi Nash!” A cheery and nearly mouse pitched voice crackled.

“Hello! What is your name?”

“Sunny!”

“Fuck you Sunny!” You abruptly sat up, pointing at the radio, “I bet that’s not ever her real name!”

“Welcome to the show Sunny! What is your guess for the sound?”

“Is it a car starting?” She said with confidence.

“No, unfortunately it is not a car starting. If that’s how your car sounds when you start it, I recommend you see a mechanic ASAP. I think you’re having major car problems Sunny.”

“Does this mean I lost?”

“Alright, next caller!” He completely ignored her and hung up.

Wanda’s phone stopped ringing.

“Hello, what is your name?” The voice had a strange delay.

“OH MY GOD, IT’S US!” Wanda squealed, quickly covering her mouth.

“Answer him!” You quickly turned down the radio and forced her to put the call on speaker.

“Hi! This is Wanda.”

“Hello Wanda! Do you have a guess for ‘Guess That Sound?’”

“Yes,” Wanda leaned in closer to the speaker, “is it a blender?”

“Sound the alarm everyone, Wanda guessed the sound!”

“YES!” You both jumped up and started bouncing around each other.

“Congratulations, you’ve won yourself one ticket. But can you guess what specifically is in the blender for four more tickets?”

“Um…” Wanda stopped jumping and looked at you, then the phone, concerned. “Can you play it again?”

“I’ll play it one more time.”

The annoying sound blared again and you felt your heart stop. Holy shit.

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS!” You screamed, yanking the phone away from Wanda. “Frozen strawberries, non-fat yogurt, half a banana, ice, oh… and um…” you closed your eyes, thinking hard, “Oh! And milk!”

“...”

You waited for the response. Were you wrong? Was it actually a full banana?

“THAT IS CORRECT!” Nash cheered.

“HOLY SHIT, HOW DID YOU DO THAT?” Wanda grabbed your shoulders, shaking you with elation and disbelief. “I KNOW MY FUCKING SMOOTHIES!” You pound your fists in the air.

“We’re going to the beach!”

“Hell yes we are!”

With five tickets, you mostly already knew who you were going to bring. Wanda wanted to take her boyfriend, Vision, you desperately wanted to take Bucky, and you discussed bringing one of Wanda’s friends as your fifth. You had one problem. By taking Bucky, you’d be leaving behind your boyfriend, Miles, and you knew he loved the beach. And besides, you wanted to see if this could be the next step in your relationship.

You and Miles had been together for three months. Neither of you had said I love you yet, which you were secretly relieved about. You knew you felt something for him, you just weren’t quite sure if it was love yet. You had met at the bar spontaneously when he offered to buy you a drink. On any other night, you probably would’ve turned him down, but that night you went to ignore your confusing feelings for your best friend. You had been battling these strange emotions for months, wondering why you felt so uniquely about him. Do you love Bucky? Of course you do, he’s your best friend! But do you love Bucky? No. Right? Because that would make things complicated. And he would never love you back. But what did it matter if you didn’t even like Bucky like that? And anyways, how could you have feelings for Bucky if you were with someone else? That sort of logic led you to where you were now, dating Miles Proctor, a brown eyed, sandy blonde, relatively charming (when he wants to be), beach loving man.

You told Wanda your predicament, and she told you to bring both Bucky and Miles. Apparently, her friend had a work conference already scheduled, and wouldn’t be available for the trip. You felt bad that Wanda’s plan fell through, and you promised her she and Vision could take the master suite.

DAY 1: FRIDAY 🐚

“Miles!” You called, once you spotted his red cap coming through the airport doors. He heard you, gave you a short wave, and made his way to you, immediately wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. He failed to acknowledge Bucky, who was standing right next to you.

“Miles, you know Bucky,” you gestured, giving a radiant smile. You were ecstatic to have them there together.

“Bucky,” Miles slowly nodded, a lilt in his voice, “right.”

You felt your heart squeeze when Bucky lifted his left arm to initiate a handshake.

He’s going above and beyond! I thought he’d only nod his head!

You missed the way Bucky slightly pulled up his sleeve to reveal more of the metal. You also missed the way he squeezed with just a little bit too much pressure, causing Miles to wince.

“Miles.” Bucky stated like an observation.

“We met at the…” Miles held the last word, prompting Bucky to respond.

“The gala.” His voice sounded bored.

“Right.” Miles nodded, acting as if he still wasn’t sure.

“C’mon Miles, stop joking around, I talk about Bucky all the time.”

“All the time.” Miles gave Bucky a synthetic smile.

“Funny, she doesn’t talk about you that much,”

“Yes I do,” you defended, and looked at your watch. “We’re running low on time, we need to start moving.”

You successfully got Bucky passed security with his arm, boarded and exited the plane, and the only step left was to get a rental car and drive for an hour. Bucky offered to drive, you took shotgun, which left Miles in the back seat. Bucky remained silent the entire ride, but Miles made up for it.

“It’s beautiful!” You cried as Bucky drove the rental car into the driveway.

“So your friends are already here?” Miles asked, unbuckling his seat.

“Yeah, Wanda and Vision flew earlier today.”

“Why didn’t they take the same flight as us?”

“No, I mean they flew here. Vision can fly, remember?” You stepped out of the car and went to grab your bags from the trunk.

“Oh, yeah. Weird.” Miles mumbled.

“I’d argue that anyone that works with the Avengers has got to be at least a little bit weird.”

Bucky had beat you to the trunk, and had already grabbed your things for you.

“Some are weirder than the others,” Miles said, grabbing his own bags.

You ignored his comment, missing the way he glanced at Bucky when he said it.

“You don’t need to carry my bags, Buck,” you smiled and shook your head at your best friend.

“It’s not a problem.” His voice was a bit gravelly.

Seeing as Bucky only brought a single small suitcase for himself, he literally had super strength, and the walk to the door was less than fifteen feet, you acquiesced with a thank you.

You followed the steps up the porch and didn’t even have time to knock before the door was opening.

“Welcome to paradise!” Wanda squealed, bringing you in for a quick hug.

“Happy to be here!”

“Come on in!” She stepped out of the way and gestured to the living space.

Bright white walls surrounded you in sunlight, and teal accents covered the space. The area felt fresh and untouched, and smelled lightly of sea salt.

“Are you sure you’re okay with Vis and I taking the master bedroom?”

“Of course, Wan, it’s all yours.” You smiled, and slowly turned, taking in the area. “Where’s Vision?”

“I sent him to go pick up some groceries. He should be back soon. In the meantime, you guys should get settled.”

Wanda pointed you to the bedroom with the queen bed, which happened to be to the left of the foyer. You opened the door, and appreciated the cute pineapple theme of the room. You and Miles quietly got to work unpacking your things, and it stayed quiet until you started plugging your charger into the base of the pineapple lamp on the side table.

“So,” Miles cleared his voice, “Wanda and Vision get the master bedroom?”

“Yeah,” you mindlessly answered, looking up the weekend weather for the fourth time.

“Okay…”

“What’s wrong?” You glanced up from your phone. He was putting his swim trunks away.

“Nothing.”

“Okay.” You looked back to your phone.

87℉ right now, but it’ll start cooling down around six…I should probably put on some sunscreen—

“It’s just, why do they get it? Weren’t you the one who won the game?” He made eye contact with you and quickly added, “It doesn’t bother me, I’m just curious.”

“Yeah, but the whole thing was Wanda’s idea. She just let me do it with her. And besides, she seemed to want the master bedroom more than me.” You tilted your head, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope.”

“It kinda seems like you mind.”

“I mean, their bed is probably bigger.” He said matter-of-factly.

“This is a queen size bed, it’s plenty big for us.”

“It’s fine.” His voice was high. “Does Vision even sleep though? I mean, if it’s one big bed for one person, that seems a little weird, right?”

You sighed.

“I’m going to go see if Bucky’s unpacked yet.” You politely smiled and left the room.

The walk to his room was short, seeing as it was just across from yours.

“Hey Buck,” you gently knocked on his door and it creaked open.

“Hey.” He replied, sitting on the side of the bed.

His room seemed to follow a deep sea theme, his walls a deep blue with kelp and coral decals crawling up the walls.

“All unpacked?” You asked.

“Didn’t bring much.”

You nodded, and pursed your lips. He stayed silent.

“Are you okay? You were pretty quiet this whole trip.” You cracked the door behind you and sat beside him.

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“That’s kind of my thing,” you chuckled. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You know me, just quiet around new people.” He shrugged.

“But what about the gala?”

“I didn’t talk to him much there.”

“Yeah. Well, I’m hoping this trip will be a great opportunity for you guys to get to know each other. I think you’ll get along.”

“Are you certain about that?”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “You’re right, I’m sure we’ll get along.”

“You’re the best.” You wrapped your arm around him into a hug.

“I try.”

“I want you to have fun this weekend.” You let go of him and made sure he met your gaze. “Will you try to have fun?”

“Yes, I will try to have fun.”

“Good. Because you deserve a vacation.” You said earnestly.

There came a small rumble.

“Somebody’s hungry, huh?” You nudged his side.

You could tell he was about to laugh until the door opened.

“Babe, let’s go swimming.” Miles stood leaning in the doorway, already in his green swim trunks.

“I think we should probably get some lunch first. I did some research earlier about the restaurants, the hotel has it’s own seafood place. We could walk if we wanted.”

“But I wanted to go swimming. We just got here.” He whined.

“We have all weekend to swim. And anyways, Bucky is hungry, and I’m getting hungry too.”

“Okay.” He changed his demeanor from pouty to cheesy. “Anything for you,” he walked in and kissed you on the head.

Bucky looked away.

Vision soon returned with the groceries, and the group made their way to lunch. It was around 3 p.m. when you got back to the house, and everyone decided to take advantage of the beach.

Wanda swam for a couple minutes before returning to sunbathe on the sand. Vision sat next to her in one of the provided blue striped beach chairs. You and Miles were splashing around in the water, far enough out that the water was up to your neck, but Bucky had yet to join in. He was sitting on the steps of the back porch, simply watching you.

“Does he seem lonely to you?” You asked Miles once he came back up for air.

“Bucky? No, he’s fine.” He answered nonchalantly, flipping the hair out of his eyes.

“But he hasn’t even gotten in yet.”

“If he wanted to get in, he’d get in.”

“Yeah…” you agreed. But one more glance back at Bucky’s form had you changing your mind. You started to swim a little closer to the shore and waved vigorously above your head.

“Hey Buck, come on in! Come on!”

After a bit more coaxing, he stood and made his way to the water, eventually meeting you. However, where the water was up to your chest, the water only met him a little past his midriff.

“See, isn’t this fun?” You laughed, giving him a small splash.

“I think I see the appeal,” he smiled, the first real one you had seen all day.

“Babe, come back out farther,” Miles whined, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

You shook your head.

“I feel safer here, we were a little too far out I think. I don’t want to get stuck in a current.”

Miles huffed.

You felt the sand give way to something hard under your foot. You leaned down, while also trying to keep your head out of the water, and grabbed it.

“Oh my gosh, look how pretty!” You held the peach colored shell up into the sun for the boys to see.

“I think that’s a conch,” Bucky noted, bringing his fingers up to the shell and lightly touching the ridges.

“It’s just a shell,” Miles rolled his eyes, “they’re at the beach a lot.”

“Obviously, but isn’t this one pretty?”

“Sure.” He shrugged, clearly disinterested. “I’m going back out.”

“Just be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He quickly made his way back to the deep, leaving you and Bucky together.

“You’re bringing a bunch of shells back home, aren’t you?” Bucky asked, but it was definitely more of a statement.

“Do you want to find some cool shells with me?” You asked, giddy.

Your enthusiasm was contagious.

“There is nothing I’d rather do.” He smiled, and you could see the crinkle of his eyes from under his sunglasses.

You spent the next ten minutes swimming around together, showing each other the cool things you’d found, and placing the keepers on the shore before returning to your searches. The waves slowly started to get bigger, eventually to the point where it was nearly knocking you off balance.

“Bucky, I think I found a starfish! Look!” You pointed somewhere in the sand. Bucky waded over to you and patted you on the back in a congratulatory manner.

“Probably should leave the fella’ alone, I don’t think it’s good to pick them up.” He said, removing his hand from your back.

“I know. It’s so cute, I wish—” you started, but were abruptly cut off when the biggest wave yet came crashing over you, pulling you briefly underwater. Within seconds, firm hands grasped onto your arms, and pulled you back above. Instead of letting you go, Bucky moved his grip to your hips, holding you steady as you coughed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep,” your voice came across nasally, “just wasn’t expecting that. Salt water up the nose hurts like a bitch,”

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked, picking you up as another wave came rolling through, only forcing him to back up a step.

“I think so,” you wheezed.

Bucky escorted you to the shore, using himself as a shield against the attacking waves.

The moment your feet hit the dry sand, you looked back at the sea. Where was Miles?

“Miles?” You called over the crashing waves. He was nowhere to be seen. “Miles! M–”

“Gotcha!” Miles came up behind you and picked you up in an effort to try to surprise you, but the way his hands stuck to your wet skin only managed to hurt you.

“Ow!” You yelped, turning to face him once he’d put you down. “What the hell! I thought you drowned!”

“Me? Drown? C’mon.” He wiggled his eyebrows but it only pissed you off that he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“You scared me, asshole,”

“Alright, I’m sorry, jeez.”

“Whatever,” you sighed.

You didn’t even realize Bucky had walked off until he reappeared with a bucket full of shells you’d accumulated and a towel over his shoulder.

“I’m going to start washing these off,” he said, and tossed you the towel.

“I think this one’s a Sunray Venus!” You beamed, holding the shell to the laminated shell guide you'd found on a counter.

You and Bucky had set up shop at the kitchen table, admiring and identifying the treasures you'd found together.

“Doll, I think that one’s a Dosinia.”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re right. Bummer.”

“Bummer? What’s wrong with a Dosinia?”

“Nothing, but Sunray Venus just sounds so cool. I haven't seen one yet, though.”

“We have a lot of cockles,” Bucky noted, picking another shell out of the yellow bucket and lining it up on the table.

“Oh my gosh, look Bucky! It’s a sand dollar!”

“Too bad it’s broken,” he commented, holding it gently in his palm.

“What do you think the chances are of us finding the other half?”

“One in ten-trillion.” He looked you dead in the eyes.

“I don’t like those odds.”

“I’ll find you a full sand dollar.”

“Good luck with that,” you laughed.

Bucky put down the sand dollar and turned to face you.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Wanda scheduled me and her appointments at the spa tomorrow, but besides that, I don’t think anything is on the docket. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

Bucky sat back in his seat a bit.

“Whatever you want to do, Doll.”

Oh Bucky, always the gentleman.

“C’mon, Buck. There’s gotta be something.”

“I’d be happy just reading on the beach with you.” He smiled, his voice gentle.

“Consider it on the schedule,” you nudged him.

“Looking forward to it.”

You could tell he meant it.

God, how did I end up with the sweetest best friend? If only—

...

If only.

A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading the first chapter! I really hope you like it. I’m pretty nervous bc even though this series is short, I still feel like it won’t ever be as fleshed out as I want it to be, so I’m just kinda forcing myself to be happy with it. I didn’t really know how to end it, but the next chapter is in Bucky’s POV!

Chapter 2

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Hey Brother Part 2

Here is the long-awaited Part 2 of Hey Brother! I don't know how many parts it will be but I will make sure to keep everything updated. I tried to tag everyone that asked but if I missed you, please let me know. I hope you guys like it!

~*~*~*~

They didn’t get to say goodbye. Even with Phil speeding down the expressway at 90 mph, it wasn’t enough to be able to see their grandma before she passed. With one look into the room, Steve knew it was too late. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding her sheet-covered body with tears in their eyes and damp Kleenex clutched in their fists. They’d just missed her. Steve took one look around the room before storming back outside.

Why couldn’t he ever do anything right? Tonight was supposed to be a fun, relaxing night and ended up being nothing short of a horror show. His boyfriend thought he was bullshit, his grandma was dead, and his entire family now knew that he was a piece of shit that missed being able to say goodbye. Fuck, why couldn’t anything ever go well for him?!

Steve punched the brick wall next to him, not even noticing the pain, and slid down the wall to hug his knees. He sobbed as he thought about how he’d never hear his grandma’s voice again or feel her love through gentle touches that no one else ever quite managed to match. He hadn’t visited her as much as he’d wanted to recently due to the craziness of the last few months. Did she know he loved her? He wasn’t there with her in her last moments so how could she have known? The thought brought a new wave of tears into his eyes and his knees just barely muffled his sobs of pain. Oh god, his grandma was dead and he hadn’t said goodbye to her.

Steve felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders and struggled slightly to escape the grasp before quickly succumbing. It was just Phil, his older brother who had also missed his chance to stay goodbye to her because of Steve. His older brother that had wanted to move closer to his grandma and aunt years ago but had stayed in Hawkins for Steve. He stayed so Steve wouldn’t be alone in the empty house that his parents rarely visited. The reminder only served to make Steve feel worse.

“Phil, I’m so so-sorry! This-this is my f-fault. You didn’t get to say go-goodbye to her because of me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Phil just hugged him closer and shook his head into his hair. There were tears streaking down his face as well and the lenses of his glasses were fogged. He didn’t say anything in response, there was nothing that he could say to make the situation any better. Nothing was going to bring their grandma back or stop their hearts from hurting. But he could sit on the dirty floor of the hospital corridor and hug his brother with all of his might. That he could do and that he did.

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Phil watched Steve talk to his parents through the windowed walls of the waiting room. With every word his mom or Dick uttered, Steve seemed to shrink in on himself even more. They were obviously mad at him for not getting there in time to say goodbye to her and Phil wasn’t going to stand for that. So he made his way in to talk to his mom and stepdad for the first time since being kicked out ten years ago.

“Hey, why are you screaming at him? Haven’t you done enough? Just let him grieve in peace, Jesus Christ.”

Martha spun around to look at him and gasped when she saw him. He was still in his police uniform having not had the chance to change yet in the fray. Knowing that that was the reason she disowned him made him feel all the more vindicated.

Her face paled when she realized it was him and she muttered a quiet, “Phil?”

Dick stepped around Martha to point an accusing finger in his face. “What the hell are you doing here, Phil? You’re not family and you’re not supposed to be turning our son against us either!”

“Get your finger out my face, you dick. I’m here because my grandma was dying and my brother needed me. Now, step back or I’ll arrest you whether we’re in my jurisdiction or not,” Phil told him. He couldn’t actually arrest him or do anything more than annoy him outside of Hawkins but the threat did seem to land where he wanted it to. Dick ambled back a step and glared between him and Steve. As if it was their fault their parents sucked.

Martha started hissing unintelligible nonsense to her husband so Phil focused back on Steve. His kid brother was still shaking as if the adrenaline of speeding all the way up here was still flooding his veins and his trademark hair was hanging against his forehead limply as if it too couldn’t handle the stress of dealing with the Harringtons.

Phil couldn’t help him in the parent department but he could make sure he was looked after the best he could.

“Come on Steve-o, I got us a motel room up the street. Let’s get some rest and handle things in the morning,” he picked up Steve’s jacket as he spoke and nudged his shoulder to get him moving.

“What?” Steve asked him in confusion. “What about mom and dad?”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out, they always do. But they’re not my concern right now, okay? You are. So right now, I’m going to take you to Denny’s for some food and then we’re going to get some sleep at the motel. We’ll figure everything else out later. Sound good, little bro?”

Steve just nodded at him with the ghost of a smile. “Yeah, sounds good.”

~*~*~*~

Eddie knew he had fucked up. As soon as Steve walked through the door, he knew he’d messed everything up, just like he always did. He knew Steve was sensitive about high school happenings and people calling him bullshit but he’d still done it. What kind of boyfriend did that make him? Not a very good one, clearly.

He rehearsed apologies all night instead of sleeping, determined to fix things with Steve as soon as the sun rose. He couldn’t stand the idea of Steve being mad at him or upset for any longer than he had to be. It felt like it was a contest being in a relationship with Steve. He was the perfect boyfriend and made Eddie feel inferior in every aspect without even trying. Eddie felt like he was constantly playing catch-up and just as he started to get close to where he should be, he’d fuck everything up and go back to the starting point.

At half past three in the morning, Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. He wrote a barely legible note for Wayne and sped off towards Loch Nora. Knowing Steve, he wouldn’t be sleeping either. After the Upside Down, it was hard for them to sleep alone hence why they spent so many nights together. The image of Steve laying in bed alone with tears stained on his cheeks only made Eddie feel worse. Holy fuck, he had a lot to make up for.

But when he pulled the van up to the Harrington house, all the lights were off. Even the porch light that Steve always kept on was dark and Eddie got a bad feeling. Something was off here, he could tell. Nausea swirled in his gut and his chest felt tight, something was wrong.

Eddie parked his van in the driveway behind the Beemer and pulled out the key that Steve had given him to open the front door. Everything appeared to be fine as he walked through. The foyer was as spotless as it always was, the living room was clean, and the kitchen was untouched. But when Eddie walked into Steve’s empty bedroom, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Steve was missing, his clothes were scattered all over the floor, and his bed was made like it hadn’t been slept in. Jesus Christ, had Eddie run Steve out of town?!

Eddie ran out of the Harrington house like a bat out of hell and sped all the way to the Hopper-Byers’ where he pounded on the door until Hopper answered it with threats of violence. He couldn’t focus on the horror dawning on Will’s face or El, the panicked glances between Jonathan and Joyce, or the aggrieved sigh that Hop let out. All Eddie could focus on was the fact that this was his fault. He was the one who yelled at Steve over some stupid game and caused him to leave. Now, Steve was missing. He was alone and Eddie couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

Hopper promised to look for him right away even though Steve was probably just off sulking somewhere. He even called in Officer Powell early and tried to call Officer Callahan too but he didn’t answer. He left with his gun, an extra large thermos of coffee, and a promise to Eddie that he would find Steve. Then, Eddie was left with the Byers to try and explain the stupid argument he’d started that caused this entire mess in the first place.

He just hoped that Hopper could find Steve soon because he didn’t think he could function anymore without Steve by his side.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Arranged-sixteen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: So I have to close the tag list for this! Tumblr is stupid and wont let me tag anymore of you. Sorry! Also, were getting to the really good stuff now! I’m hoping for another update or two tonight.

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My eyes fluttered open, the golden rays of the upcoming sunrise painted the room and I slowly sat up to take in my surroundings. I was back in my room, suitcases and clothes still scattered throughout, but what made my heart drop was that I was alone, Bucky nowhere in sight.

“Bucky?” I called out.

His voice didn’t call back.

I gave a quick glance to my phone and noticed that I had been out for a few hours. The constant revelation of truths tonight had done a number on my mental capacity and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I needed to sleep it off. Even if I felt slightly better about the situation, I still wasn’t happy about how Bucky had to deal with the whole Jason situation. But in the end, I wasn’t going to change the outcome of what happened.

With a soft sigh, I decided that I should let him know that I was awake and feeling better, mostly. I made my way towards the one place in the house I knew that Bucky would be.

His office.

As I made the turn down the long hallway, I noticed Sam was leaning against the wall with his phone pressed to his ear. He had been so engrossed in his phone call that he hadn’t realized I had walked up behind him.

“They’re in there with him right now, it’s not pretty but we have to get somewhere.”

My brows knitted together as I halted in front of Sam who quickly ended his call when his eyes landed on me.

“Is Bucky busy?” I nodded towards the closed office door behind him.

“Yeah, I’ll let him know you stopped by,” Sam said.

I snorted. “What are you, his receptionist?”

“He’s in a meeting.”

“I heard. I guess it doesn't look pretty in there?” I questioned.

I was unsure what kind of meeting Bucky would have at the early hours of the morning and I made that clear to Sam.

He sighed. “Y/N, you can’t go in there.”

“Why not?” I had my arms crossed over my chest.

A bellow of screams came from behind the door and I tried to move past Sam but he blocked my path.

“I can’t let you in, Y/N.”

More screams sounded and I looked at Sam baffled. “What is Bucky doing in there?”

Sam shook his head with hesitation. “It’s not Bucky that’s screaming.”

“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on. I'm so tired of being left out in the dark with everything. Please.”

He ran a hand over his face and let out a large breath. “There’s a lead in your parents' case.”

My heart jumped at not only hearing news of a lead in my parents’ case but also because of the way that Bucky and Steve were finding out more information. Sam didn’t have to tell me exactly how they were doing it, the screams that echoed told me.

Not bothering to hear Sam’s protests, I pushed past him and barreled into the office. The door had slammed against the wall. My eyes doubled in size with the sight in front of me.

Bucky and Steve had their backs to me but that didn’t stop me from seeing the blood on their knuckles and the array of knives on the desk. However, what made my stomach drop was seeing the man tied to a chair, blood pooling from a variety of cuts on his face, arms, and thighs. There was a puddle of blood forming at the man's feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped.

The two men turned on their heels when they heard my voice and Bucky cursed as he wiped the blood on a towel.

“What the hell, Y/N! Didn’t you see the closed door?” He seethed while blocking my view.

I ignored him, only pointing to the man in the chair. “What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky was now gripping my elbow to force me out but I ripped it from his grasp.

“NO! I’m done being the girl stuck in her room with the wool over her eyes as to what’s going on.” I fought against him.

“Y/N, leave. Now.” Bucky’s voice was calm but firm.

I shook my head and pushed past him, now standing close to the tied man. Beneath the blood and bruises that were forming, I could tell that he was younger than me, just a kid.

My blood began to boil as I looked back at Bucky. “He’s just a kid, guys!”

“Y/N, you need to listen to Bucky and leave. You shouldn’t be here for this.”

Steve was the next to try to get me to leave but I pushed his hand off of me.

“Screw you, guys! He knows something about my parents' case, right?” I asked.

It was Steve who gave me the answer I was looking for. “Yes but he’s not giving it up willingly.”

A gargled cough sounds behind me. “Oh shit. It was your parents that got wacked?”

Anger flashed over my eyes as I went to smack him, only to be held back by Steve.

“Let me go!” I did my best to break free from his grasp but failed.

That damn serum.

“I deserve to be here if it involves my parents!” I pleaded while looking between Steve and Bucky.

With a quick lick of his lips, Bucky eventually nodded. “You only ask questions, understand?”

I didn’t bother wasting my breath on him and turned my attention back to the man in the chair.

“Who killed my parents?”

The man chuckled but remained silent which seemed to anger Bucky, who grabbed a knife off of his desk. It twirled between his vibranium fingers.

“She asked you a question,” Bucky said.

Seeing the way Bucky had flipped the knife so effortlessly in his hand made my core twitch with a new, confusing desire.

I stared at it with a tilted head.

Oh…oh.

That’s why I felt this burning below. I had found myself becoming turned on by seeing Bucky play with the knife.

I pushed the feeling to the back of mind, knowing now wasn’t the time to explore this new kink.

“This is your bride?” The man said before looking at me. “Damn baby, why are you wasting your time with this freak? I’ll show you what a real man is like.”

Bucky’s boot landed into the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground, and pressed the knife deep into his neck.

“You’re lucky I need you alive for answers otherwise I’d kill you right now for even looking at her,” Bucky spat, drawing blood from a new wound on the neck.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from protesting Bucky’s actions.

Once the chair was placed up properly, I knelt down in front of the man again.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Let me guess, you’re the good cop?”

I shrugged. “Someone has to be.”

He looked at the two men that towered behind me and sighed. “Daryl.”

I gave him a small smile. “Okay, Daryl. I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who killed my parents?”

“Screw you.”

Skin on skin echoed throughout the room only it came from my hand as I slapped Darly, hard.

He spat blood on the ground, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Damn, that’s all you got?”

This time, I punched the same cheek I had previously slapped.

“Y/N!”

I ignored Bucky and kept my attention on Daryl. “Who killed my parents?”

My patience had begun to grow thin, I needed answers now and I didn’t care what I had to do in order to get them.

“I’m not fucking around. Who killed them?!”

He looked up at me with a sinister smirk under all of the blood. “Why don’t you ask your husband? I’m sure he’s got a list of people that want revenge.”

My hand reeled back, ready to land another blow, but vibranium fingers wrapped around my wrist and yanked me away from Daryl. I burned a gaze full of hatred towards Bucky as he pinned me against the wall.

“I said talking only,” he reminded me through gritted teeth.

“Look at him, Bucky! Clearly you two gave up talking to him a long time ago.”

Bucky nodded. “For you! This is all for you, Y/N. I can’t have you come in here still upset with me for what happened to Jason and risk making this guy clam up.”

A dry laugh fell from my lips. “You think that’s why I’m so heated? I don’t care anymore. You killed someone. I’m not happy with it but I can’t change that for you. It’s who you are and I have to live with it.”

There was a sadness that glossed over Bucky’s eyes and he sighed deeply. “I don't want you to stoop to my level. You’re too good for this, doll.”

“It’s my parents, Bucky,” I shrugged. “I have too.”

A soft finger raised my chin up, closer to Bucky’s lips, and I molded into him as he placed a gentle kiss on mine. All of the anger I had felt slipped through my fingertips, only for a moment, as I allowed him to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

“How sweet. You want to know what your parents said before a bullet was put into their brains?”

Bucky’s head snapped towards Daryl. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.”

I pushed past Bucky and reached for a knife on the desk. “What did you say?”

Daryl chuckled darkly. “They begged for your life to be spared. They knew that we would come after you next, unless they gave us what we were looking for.”

His screams filled our ears as I dug the knife deep into an open wound in his stomach, twisting and turning it.

“What did you want?” I asked.

No answer so I dug the knife deeper, more blood pooling over my hand. Daryl’s head hung low, another dark chuckle erupted from his throat. My fingers snaked through his hair and yanked his head back.

“What were you looking for?!” I yelled.

The knife dug even deeper which caused Daryl to hiss in pain but that didn’t stop him from spitting a large amount of blood into my face.

“That’s enough! Steve, get her out of here,” Bucky’s loud voice demanded.

The knife clattered to the hard floor below as arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me away from Daryl. I kicked and writhed against Steve’s grasp, a slew of curses falling from my lips and being taken away.

“He knows! He knows who killed them!”

Steve continued to carry me until we were in the main entry of the house and once my feet touched the ground, I did my best to run past him but he was two seconds too fast. I ran right into his hard chest.

“Steve, please,” I begged, tears filling my eyes.

He gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t let you in there.”

My shoulders slumped, defeated. “But he knows.”

Steve cupped my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Bucky and I will find that out but you need to go take a shower. Get cleaned up and take a breath. You only woke up a while ago from passing out. We don’t need that to happen again.”

Truthfully, I knew Steve was right. My body had been so stressed out with everything the last couple weeks that I hadn’t had time to simply sit and decompress; take a breath.

“Will you fill me in on what you find out?” I asked.

He nodded. “Of course.”

With one final sigh, I slipped through his gentle hands and climbed the stairs towards my bedroom.

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russolover · 1 year

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can i request 7 + 8 + 6 frm prompt 2 fluff/ other (6) list or 120+74+34+42 from prompt 1 please if thats okay please

Apocalypse

I’ll post your other request in a separate story :) Btw - all the titles for my fics are songs I got inspired by while writing them

Apocalypse - Cigarettes after Sex

6. “I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect.” 7. “You’re not going to lose me.” 8.“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

Social Media was many things. A platform for people to connect and spread happiness or to update friends and family on your life. But sadly it was also a place where lots of hatred was spread.

You and Alessia have been together for 2 years but only decided to come out to the public a few weeks ago. There were many positive messages and a lot of ship names thrown your way but there was also a certain amount of people who decided being spiteful was their way to go. Especially to the Italian.

You didn’t care about the comments since you didn’t use social media that much but if you came across one you didn’t hold back since you saw what kind of an effect it had on Alessia.

It was one of those lazy Sundays, laying on the sofa, binge-watching some episodes of friends while your girlfriend was sound asleep on top of you. You mindlessly ran your fingers through her silky hair while an occasional sigh was coming from the blonde.

The silence was interrupted by your phone ringing. On the screen you could see it was no other than tooney.

“what’s going on tooney”

You stated rather quietly not to wake your girl up.

“Why is less not picking up”

She asked abruptly.

“She’s asleep but Thank you for asking tooney, I’m fine as well”

You chuckled but quickly stopped when you heard the serious tone of her voice.

“Y/n have you been on Twitter recently”

��what no.. why?”

You started panicking slightly.

“Remember Alex?-

“Alessias ex?”

You interrupted her.

“Yeah, they released some old pictures of when they were together an-

“What the hell?!”

You screamed into the phone, startling the Italian on top of you.

“I’m sorry baby”

You squeezed her thigh as she sat up. Poor thing had no clue what was going on.

“Why are you shouting and who’s on the phone?”

She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness.

You pulled the blonde closer before putting tooney on speaker, knowing what was about to happen. Alessias Ex was a tough subject for you and for alessia. Mainly because they were trying to profit out of your girlfriends name.

Everyone wants to know why the relationship ended- how it began- how fame was changing their relationship- Questions that should never be discussed by the public or random journalists.

Once tooney explained what was going on, you and alessia took a look at Twitter to find the most spiteful and nasty comments you’ve probably experienced until now.

They started calling the Italian a cheater, since her ex didn’t state when those pictures were taken.

“Y/n should’ve never gotten with her”

“Not Russo cheating on the Football God”

“Y/N can do so much better”

You could hear alessias breathing picking up.

“Less?”

Her frown started getting bigger and the tears started rolling down her cheek. You immediately pulled her closer to you, wrapping the blonde up in a big hug.

You were furious at the people calling the most wonderful, loyal and kind hearted girl you’ve ever known those malicious things.

The crying didn’t stop, less was full on sobbing into your chest trying to form sentences.

“Baby I need you to breathe”

You whispered softly into her ear trying to calm her down while still holding her as close as possible. She only shook her head.

“Less.. c‘mon my love”

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

This eventually guided her into slowing her breathing down and stop sobbing. The tears were still flowing though.

“I swear I didn’t chea-

She tried to say but was interrupted by you immediately.

“hey I kno-”

"I don't want to loose you"

She whispered while her breathing started picking up again.

"“You’re not going to lose me.”

You said while cradling her face in your hand trying to rub all of the tears away with your thumbs.

"Less listen to me, you're the most important person in my life and no one is going to ruin that, not those haters and especially not Alex"

"But everyone thinks-

"“I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

She didn't say anything but the tears slowly stopped and the frown was still prominent on her face. She looked down at the promise ring you gave her for your one year anniversary and started fidgeting with it.

"Come here"

You whispered, pulling her onto your lap.

"You, Alessia Mia Teresa Russo, probably have the biggest heart on this entire planet and for people to take advantage of that is not right. Those people saying mean stuff have no idea what's really going on and they try to make up fucking stories only to spread misinformation. But that's what it is, they're just random people who would never dare to say something to your face, and if they did I would have a talk with them."

A little smile appeared on her face after you finished your last sentence and repeatedly left kisses on her cheeks.

"I love you so much Y/n"

She turned around to face you and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love you mi vida"

Your heart broke at her tear stained face but you were glad that she was feeling a little bit better.

"How about ordering something from your favourite sushi place and watching Dirty dancing?"

Her blue eyes lit up by the mention of her favourite food and she gave you a proper smile which you immediately returned.

"I thought you hated dirty dancing?"

She raised her eyebrow at you while pulling you closer by your necklace, which only made your need to kiss her grow larger.

"Yeah but I love you, so I have to deal with it"

You chuckled and pressed your lips on hers, instantly relaxing into the comforting taste of her strawberry flavoured chapstick.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso soccer #woso masterlist #fanfic #lionesses #engwnt #woso community #lgbtq #alessia russo imagine #womens football

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thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog · 2 months

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911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 6: Jinx

Buck has a clip board. Going thru a list of supplies, making sure the engine is stocked. Buck calls out the item, Eddie is grabbing the item and confirming. Buck pausing and having Eddie correct his “yep” to a “check.”

Eddie has a slight grin, showing mild annoyance, but playing along with Buck as he continues to say “Check”

Hen and Chim walking over, Hen asking who gave Buck a clip board.

Buck tells Hen not to warry, he is kinder and gentler. Eddie smiles as he leans against the truck, listening to Buck monologue and introduce himself as Buck 3.0.

Hen asking what happened to Buck 2.0 and Chim interjecting that that Buck was crushed by a fire truck and left by his girlfriend. (I know he means Abby, but Ally came to mind first.)

Eddie asserting that he isn’t “sure what inspired the software update” as he looks up at Buck. Buck responds that he is ready to let go of the past. Hen points out that it’s a bit ridiculous that he’s willing to just let go being lied to all his life. (I’m with you Hen!)

Buck reveals that he will be going to therapy with his parents for a few sessions to work thru that obstacle. Eddie looks intrigued by the idea.

Eddie is leaning over the cabinet door of the truck, telling Buck that it’s okay for him to take some time and process this new information. He doesn’t have to jump in right away and work thru it. Buck claims to know this. He is just tired of focusing on the past and wants to start thinking about the future. Every one looks at each other, they are obviously not sure how to process this stance.

Buck screams out to the new recruit, Ravi, calling him Probie.

This is slightly off topic, But in Season 2, when Eddie was a probie, now one called him a Probie. I vaguely remember Buck being called a probie in Season 1. I feel like it says a lot about the way Eddie carries himself. Probably one of the many reasons everyone thinks Eddie is older than Buck, instead of thinking they are the same age.

Buck apologizes for scaring Ravi and asks him how the shift was. Ravi uses the forbidden Q word. Everyone minus Eddie is startled by the mention of the word. Eddie is confused as he continues to pack up the truck, Ravi is confused standing there as Hen and Chim talk about curses.

Buck explains that the “Q” word is forbidden in any firehouse. Bobby interrupts and asks who used the word. Eddie asks what he’s missing here because he can’t comprehend the reaction.

The fire alarm goes off, and Chim vocalizes that they have been jinxed. The team runs off into the trucks, as Ravi stands there awkwardly.

Cut to Eddie in the truck telling the rest of the team that they sound like his grandmother’s neighbor, the healer. He of course says “Abuela” and “Curandera”. I love when Eddie leans into his Spanish roots.

Buck quickly and unironically asking if she would know how to reverse the curse, because if she doesn’t, they are about the have “the shift from hell.”

Chim and Hen explain how they are going to experience nonstop, stupid calls. Eddie judging them and asking if they really believe in stuff like that. Hen quickly adds, “Buck never told you about the last time someone used that word.”

Buck tries to justify that time as the gods taking that moment out of context. Flash back to a younger Buck trying to add a dish to a running dishwasher and him making a comment about how quiet it was running.

That shift resulted in 36 calls. Eddie finding it hard to believe that all those calls were a result of one shift. Bobby chiming in to say it was a record. Buck correcting the number to 37, revealing the fire suppression system was triggered in the locking, trapping Buck in foam at the end of that shift.

Eddie still being a denier, tell them that they are giving the EMS god too much credit. The arrive at the accident. Buck jumps out after chimney, Eddie after Buck. Eddie pointing out that the accident is just a fender bender, not a stupid call. Bobby tells him to look up and we see a man tapped to a billboard. Bobby calling over to Buck, Buck runs to grab the ladder. Eddie smirks as he pulls a bag out of a truck, claiming to have seen crazier.

Buck climbs up the ladder to get to the man stuck above. He tries to reason with the man to get down for everyone’s safety. Everyone below sets up an air bag, incase he falls.

Eddie running towards the car accident scene runs into Ana, Chris’s old school teacher. She was burned by cup of coffee, Eddie offers to check the burn for her. He tells her that ice isn’t good for burns and she reveals that another firefighter gave her the ice. Eddie is on his knees as he looks over the burn, instructs her to keep the area dry and clean.

Ana asks about Christopher. Eddie responds that he’s doing well and adjusting to online classes. He assumes that online school is likely the reason why he hasn’t seen her. Ana reveals that she actually has a new job as a vice principal at a different school district. Eddie and Ana subtly flirt through out the conversation.

I think now is the best time to mentions that I never hated Eddie and Ana’s relationship. I never understood the fan fics that make Ana an evil witch. I did think their relation was boring, probably because we never really got to know her as a character. We really didn’t see their dynamic, or real passion between the characters. I’ll of course go into more detail about this later on, just felt like I should say something now.

Bobby calls for Eddie over the radio to bring over the equipment for their billboard guy, cutting his conversation with Ana short.

Buck descends down the ladder, telling Bobby that the guy refuses to get down. The tape starts to give out and Buck makes a run up the ladder to get to him. Eddie is looking up as this happens. The guy falls off before Buck could make it up. Luckily the air bag broke his fall.

Buck sits on the ladder defeated. As the guy celebrates surviving and walking around naked, Eddie picks up the tape that was holding the man up. Bobby sarcastically asks if he wants it as a souvenir for the day they are about to have.

Everyone gathers upstairs for lunch. Bobby pulls out mac and cheese from the oven. No one is allowed to eat until everyone is at the table. Buck runs up last, apologizing, as they get ready to eat the alarm goes off.

Montage begins with Bobby putting the mac in cheese back inn the oven.

Eddie rescues a cat and brings it back to the owner. Buck is attempting to help a man down the same tree.

Bobby pulls out the mac and cheese, slightly over cooked. Buck telling Bobby to hurry. The alarm goes off again. They run off, place the mac and cheese back in the oven.

Eddie and Chimney are covered in Vaseline as they try to get a lion head off of a girl. Hen is able to cut the head off. Buck is thrown up on. Eddie backs away as he jokes about someone eating today.

Mac and Cheese is burned. Buck and Eddie are sitting across from each other at the table. Everyone is disappointed by the burned food. Alarm goes off again. Buck looks at Eddie as he sarcastically says they are not jinxed. Eddie looking back at Buck with pursed lips.

Eddie standing with his arms crosses, awkwardly not trying to acknowledge the curse as Chim and Hen handle the squid attack.

Buck burns his mouth on hot coffee straight from the pot as the alarm goes off again.

Buck trying to pry the recliner off of a man at the movie theaters.

Eddie and Bobby removing the door of a washing machine to save a child.

Eddie asks Buck if he ever replays a conversation in their head a realize that he may have sounded like an idiot. Buck replies with, “have you met me.” Eddie smiles. They are walking side by side to the next rescue. Eddie reveals that he ran into Chris’ old teacher Ana that morning.

Buck makes notes that Eddie hadn’t mentioned Chris’ pretty teacher in a while.

They walk in to Bobby and Hen moving helium tanks. Buck comments on the interesting scene of a clown being covered by helium tanks. Eddie is practically pressed up onto Bucks side at this moment.

Buck and Eddie start laughing uncontrollably as Bobby instructs them to help out, in a high-pitched voice. Eddie and Buck looking at each other before they move in to help. Their laughter becoming more uncontrollable the more they hear people speak.

Cuts to the 118 leaving another call. Eddie and Buck are walking out pressed together. Eddie comments on how boring the call was given that it was people stuck in the elevator. Hen tells him not to say it, prompting Eddie to call them a bunch of old ladies, stating there is no curse. Buck comments on how windy it is as he hopes into the truck. Everyone jumps into the Truck, after they start discussing how they should not tempt faint.

Eddie buckles up, and proceeds to comment about how it was a normal call. “It went like clockwork. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.” Hen chimes is about notice how no one says “Wham, bam, thank you, sir.” Buck being a smart-ass chimes in saying it is because it doesn’t rhyme.

Eddie being overly confident that jinxes don’t exist. Power pole goes down immediately after Eddie says this. Everyone looks at Eddie angrily and Eddie sits up awkwardly.

Chimney and Buck texting Josh about their situation in the truck, I assume it’s a group text. Josh clocking that they are wanting to remove a curse.

As chimney is researching ways to remove curses, Eddie is acting disinterested, while Buck is trying to get a proper explanation.

Eddie continues to make fun of the team for believing in this curse. Buck states, “It’s like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen.”

“The universe doesn’t scream.” Power lines start loudly zapping again.

Eddie states that he doesn’t worry about things he can’t control. Buck tries to get him to admit there is something out there controlling the things he can’t control. Eddie starts listing mystical creatures and legends as he taunts Buck. Eddie attempts to say the “Q” word, but is told by Bobby to stop. This prompts the entire team to ask Bobby’s opinion on the matter.

Bobby points out that everyone is a little superstitious, pointing out that Eddie wears a good luck charm around his neck. Eddie explains that is not the same thing, but Bobby explains how it is.

Help finally arrives, but not before taking photos of the accident and making fun of them.

Eddie walks in the kitchen area. Bobby, Buck, Chimney, and Hen are all upstairs. Turns out Eddie could not sleep. Eddie walks up to Chim, Hen, and Buck and asks if he’s interrupting book club. Hen states Buck is reading about woman, Eddie turns to Buck and jokes about wondering why Buck had a book in his hand, but knowing it is about woman it all makes sense.

Buck is reading about the 5 love languages, asks Eddie what he thinks Ana’s love language is. Buck putting Eddies business out there and peeking everyone’s interest. Eddie calls Buck a traitor as they ask if he’s dating.

Eddie explains who Ana is and how she ran into her this morning. The 118 being nosy and asking why he didn’t ask her out. The bell goes off before Eddie can come up with a response.

Something I feel needs to be pointed out is that at this very moment Buck does not have any possible suitors or any one of interest to date. From the look of where Buck has the book opened up to, compared to where everyone else has their books opened up to, it’s pretty safe to assume he started reading that book that night. This implies that the only reason he was reading this book is because Eddie mentioned Ana. Buck could have just mentioned Ana’s name to set a fire under Eddie, but the question felt genuine. I like to believe; Buck was trying to figure out Eddies love language and compare it to what they thought would be Ana’s.

I also like to add that if Buck had been reading this book for a while, he may already know Eddies love language, and uses that to his advantage. From reading the book myself, I think Eddie’s love language is acts of service. Buck’s is likely words of affirmation. Quality time is both their 2nd love language.

$10,000 Worth of Fireworks; Buck and Eddie grab the water hose out of the truck. Bobby calls Buck over the radio, telling him that he is needed out back. Eddie telling him to go, that he can handle the hose on his own.

Buck leaves and Eddie starts to drag over the hose. The hose gets caught on something, this is when Eddie sees what he assumes is another firefighter from a different unit and calls him over to help. He specifically says he lost his partner could you help me out.

Brian runs over to help. Eddie starts to talk about the rough day he has had, and complains a little. As Brian walks off, Eddie realizes he’s from the unit Ana mentioned that gave her ice. He tells Brian about the situation as he walks off. Bobby walks over to finish helping Eddie. There we learn the 147 is decommissioned after the mudslide, they have no idea who that man was.

Back at the station, Eddie further explains that the man he saw had a jacket with the name Harmon on it, Bobby points out who the real Harmon is and it’s not the guy Eddie spoke to.

Bobby turns this conversation into a lesson for Eddie. Stating, “They’re so focused on what they don’t have that they miss the chance to have something else, something real.”

Eddie slowly making the realization that Bobby means he needs to move on from Shannon and possibly pursue Ana. Bobby further explain how he can’t stay stuck. Eddie is on the verge of tears as he asks Bobby about Athena and her kids. Bobby reassuring Eddie that he loves his new family, but he does miss the one he lost.

So I love the fan theory that Bobby picked out Eddie specifically for Buck. It’s a cute funny theory that I only entertain because it is wholesome. I do not actually believe this theory, but if I did, I would assume Bobby is pushing for Eddie to pursue Ana, because he knows that Eddie needs to heal more before pursing Buck, also this moment isn’t right for Buck either, because he’s processing something totally new.

Burger Freak out: Larry explains that a firefighter called telling him that a gas leak had been detected and to break all of the windows. Bobby and Buck come around the corner and explain that there is no gas leak, but that the gas is going to remain off until the investigation is over.

Buck running after the guy they suspect has been pretending to be a firefighter. Brian steals the 118. Buck is banging against the truck trying to stop him from fleeing.

Eddie looking over at the commotion confused. Bobby announcing over radio that the engine has been stolen. Buck letting Chim and Hen know they are still jinxed.

Buck revealing that he just topped off the gas tank, there is about four hours before the guy runs out of gas.

Over the radio dispatch calls in a 5-alarm fire. Buck asks Bobby what are they suppose to do. Bobby instructs everyone to hop in the back of the ambulance. Buck hops in and lays on the gurney. As everyone squeezes in around him.

Buck vocalizes how using the ambulance is a stupid idea, and how their luck really lead to someone stealing an engine. How they might not even be able to help while on scene.

Eddie believes there is a way to get the Engine to the scene, Buck looks up at Eddie confused.

Eddie speaks to Brian directly, calling him over the radio. Eddie thanks Brian for helping at the garage fire. Eddie instructs Brian to help out by bringing the fire engine he stole to the 5-alarm fire.

Eddie walks up to Brian and tells him he did the right thing and walks off.

Buck, Chim, and Hen are in their civilian clothing. They are grateful for the shift being over. Bobby offers to buy the three of them breakfast. Buck makes a kind of concerning comment about not eating long enough, he no longer feels hungry.

Eddie appears out of nowhere, He’s still in uniform, and standing to where he is showing off a lot of cake.

Eddie denies the invitation claiming to have other plans. Buck is visibly confused; Bobby is smiling like he knows what these plans entail.

Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim talk about and elaborate on how Brian got a hold of firefighter gear and how much trouble he caused with all his help. Before eating their breakfast, a woman collapses.

Eddie is alone at another breakfast spot. Stressed while looking a menu. I understand feeling a bit anxious about a date, but the normal cool calm and collected man we are use to seeing is no where to be seen in this scene.

Ana arrives, he pulls out her chair for her. They have light banter and when the waiter comes over to ask about drinks, they both respond, “No, coffee, Jinx” and laugh. I understand that the moment is suppose to be cute, but why would you tell your waiter you don’t want coffee. Maybe I’m thinking to much into it, when I was a waiter, this interaction would have confused me and just been awkward.

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Worlds Change When Eyes Meet - Joseph Quinn x Reader, Part 3

Ok so it’s safe to admit I had half of this part written last night on my laptop, so I threw the rest together tonight. I know I keep saying it, but I’m so overwhelmed by the love. Thank you ALL so much! Here’s part 3!

Tag Requests: @sadbitchfangirl

Summary: It’s time for the London & Film Comic Con, you’re surprising your niece for her birthday by taking her to meet & greet with Joseph Quinn. It doesn’t turn out to be just a meet. Is this love at first sight for you both? Or is it all just some stupid crush.

Warnings: some angst, mild smut and the worst fluff you can possibly imagine, sorry our boys just too sickeningly cute

Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

You sit up suddenly in the middle of the night, your chest heaving violently. A nightmare, one that makes everything feel so god damn real. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead, clenching your face into your quilt. The nightmare was of course, him. How could he be involved in such a horrible thing? It will of definitely had something to do with the day before, the craziness that happened so quickly. You turn to tap your phone at the side of you, revealing '4:17am'. No notifications, just an update required for your phone. No. Dozens of thoughts running across your brain. What time is it in America? Has Joe landed there yet? Has he gotten there safely? Does he really want you after all of that? Of course he does, right? You settle back down, staring at the dark, empty ceiling. You don't want to return back to your sleepless state just in case he calls, just in case he messages. Counting sheep is the worst idea, so you just ponder your thoughts. Dangerous, yes. What if he's really done with you before it even started?

You must have fallen asleep at some point, you wake to the sound of chirping birds and sunlight beaming down through your window, poking you in the eye ever so slightly. Turning over, again tapping your phone. Nothing. Nothing at all. It's now 9:00am. Your heart drops, your stomach once filled with butterflies is purely empty. He's gone and it hits you. You sob like a baby. Crying into your pillow, staining them with your tears. "I miss you." you whisper lightly to your phone, staring silently at the picture of you and Joe on the screen.

A couple of days have passed, all you have done is mope around the house in your own filth. You've still not heard a thing from Joe. In what world is this okay? You've now become angry. The feeling of upset is still there but there's more a broken and gut wrenching sensation going on in your body. How could he have never called or even messaged you to at least tell you he's okay? All of these stupid questions which lead to stupid thoughts and pointless answers roam your mind. All of a sudden, your phone buzzes. Oh. It's your sister, you decide to answer anyway. "Y/N? Are you alright? Haven't heard from you in days... what's going on?" you sigh which also appears to be a silent scream. "Yeah, I-I think so. I have some stuff I need to talk to you about." She sounds curious and determined to find out yet worried in the same breath. "Okay... I'm ready when you are." she waits. You spill everything, right from the beginning to your first meeting with him at Comic Con, to your photographs, to your niece and him teasing you on the brick wall outside. To you giving him your number. To the texts, sparing no detail of what was said. To the private date or whatever you could call it at your place, to going out for dinner and dancing with Joe on the balcony of his apartment. To the sweet endless nothings and kisses you were given. To the fans you saw going mad about you right to the very finish of him disappearing to America and you walking out on him.

She was speechless, it was safe to say. "Well, uh, bloody hell Y/N, I never expected that, so you haven't heard from him since?" You shake your head, not like she can see you. "No... He didn't reply to my voicemail, which I sent whilst he was on the plane. What do I do? It's not as if I can go and find him right? He mentioned the state he's going to but it's a big place sis, not like the UK." she let out a giggle. Now's not the time for laughter, you're pouring your heart out to your sister and all she can do is laugh at your misfortune, bitch. "Go and find him, you idiot. Surely you can get in touch with someone he knows? Has he mentioned anyone... at all?" You sigh again, you're doing a lot of that lately. "No. I'll wait till he's back, I'll show up at his place and I'll get an answer then. I've waited all my life to find a man like him, I can wait a few weeks, surely..." the call ends abruptly when your sister's husband shouts her down for dinner. "Gotta go, keep yourself busy and things will work themselves out."

You do as you said, you wait. You get yourself back into a routine. Back to your 9-5 job, the one you love to hate. You visit your sister and your niece every now and then. Go out with your friends. Do all of the stuff you did before you met Joe. You start to forget the heartbreak after 3 weeks, he's made no attempt to contact you in anyway. You've seen photos and videos of him all over TikTok which you ultimately hate to see. Knowing he's okay and safe is the only positive thing that runs through your mind when you see them. The other thought is sticking your middle finger at your phone but then feeling guilty after because he is pretty fucking adorable.

A month has passed. It's a wild Friday night, you're exhausted from the week at work and you lay on your sofa with a bowl of popcorn, ready for the weekend. Your phone buzzes. You ignore it whilst you aimlessly scroll through Netflix. You find a rom-com you've seen multiple handfuls of times. Your phone buzzes again. "Oh what do you want now, sis." You fully expected it to be her, she's done a lot of worrying about you this last few weeks. You yell an unintelligible sound out loud as you lean to your phone. You freeze as you read the name 'Joe'. He's calling you. You answer and stay as silent as possible, dragging the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You say nothing.

"Y/N, are you there?"

You sigh yet another heavy sigh.

"I-I'm back home. I got your voicemail when I landed. I messaged you a million times, why haven't you been answering? I thought you wanted to talk..." his voice was so low and so grew with concern.

You furrow your brow. "You got my voicemail Joe; you never messaged me once. Don't sound too disheartened."

"Are you at home?" You nod. Why are you such a moron, these people can't see your movement through the phone. "Yeah."

He hangs up unexpectedly. What. The. Fuck? You try calling him back, no answer. You call him again, no answer. You throw your phone in anger to the other side of the room which knocks to your wall and falls on the floor. You throw your cushion onto your face and squeal into it. You decide to go for a shower, the movie can play, you're not in the mood to watch people fall in love anyway. Stepping out of the shower and drying yourself off. You hear banging at the door. Not just a knock, a loud bang. You slowly step out into the living room and open slowly, the chain attached to the door so it won't open fully. There he stands, wet through from the vile weather outside. It's really him, it's Joe. "Let me in please, love. Can we please talk?" you clutch to your towel wrapped around you. "There's nothing to talk about, Joe. You never messaged me, you didn't even care to call, you just fucking hung up on me. I had to endure seeing you through a fucking social media app with your precious fans." He looks to the floor, not taking his eyes off of it, not raising his voice but staying calm, cool and collected as he always seems to be. "5 minutes of your time, please. Then if you want me to, I will leave, I promise."

You unlatch the chain and step to the side, gesturing him to come through. He sits down immediately on your sofa, taking in every inch of you stood there in your towel with your sodden hair, similar to his from the rain. "I did message you, several times Y/N." He begins. "My phone wouldn't connect to any of the UK numbers in my phone. I couldn't do a thing about it, I was panicking the whole time because I couldn't reach you. I am so sorry. The hanging up was a sudden move, I decided I needed to come here to show you... Here, please look if you don't believe me." He offers you his phone already opened to your messages and there they are. A months worth of messages, unsent, undelivered and unread. A single tear drops down from you and your lips tremble. He really did try his best. "I missed you so much and there was nothing I could do about it. I hate the way we left it, I regret leaving the day I did, I wish I'd told my agent to stuff it when he called that day. The way I saw it break your heart - that was never my intention..." He stands and moves closer to you, at least 6 inches to your face when you push your phone back to his chest. He takes it and throws it back to the sofa, not taking his eyes off of you in the process. Your now swollen eyes stare into his longing dark brown doe eyes, searching into his soul for where this is going next. You say nothing but your eyes tell the whole story. You want him, you need him, who are you even trying to fool? You whole heartedly believe him and what he's shown you. Joe swallows hard, obviously fighting back the tears himself. "Meeting you was the best thing to happen to me in a while, princess. I-I don't want to lose what we've started, I want to give you everything and only make you happy. Your smile is so precious to me. I love every part of you, even your stubbornness... I..." You gesture a finger at him and run into your bedroom, throwing on whatever clothing you could find. Settling for a long-oversized jumper. You dart back out to the same position you were stood in before. "You..." you move your hand at him to continue. "I... don't want to know a world without you anymore, love. That's all."

You squeal like an excited child in your head. What is this hold he has on you? He only so much has to look at you and you're on your knees. You throw your arms around him, lifting up onto your tip toes. You kiss him and you mean it, you return every word he's just said and more into this one, long kiss. He cradles your back as you try to move away and he just pushes his lips down harder onto yours. You're a sucker for this man. "I... I... I didn't... expect... this..." He speaks through your kiss, it just forces you to smile and kiss deeper. He lifts you up as you straddle your legs around his waist, not breaking any contact with each other. He walks to the sofa with you in his arms, laying you down and slowly laying himself half down on top of you, still refusing to break his lips from yours. The kiss gets more heated and more passionate by the second, his hands gripping your jaw, stroking one of your cheeks as your hands run through his wet curls. He moves down to your jawline where his hand was, kissing slowly, moving down to your neck, sucking but kissing ever so lightly and sweetly until a moan hitches from your lips. He's found the sweet spot on your neck. He continues to kiss and roll his tongue over it, he knows it's driving you insane. Your fingers grip his hair and he lets out a slight groan of his own, the vibrations of the sound rolling down your skin, making goose bumps appear. He returns back to your lips, kissing them slower this time, more soft. Your thigh can feel the hardening bulge growing down below from his jeans and your brain is running 10 million times an hour more than normal. The butterflies have made a reappearance, as if none of this had ever happened.

He tugs at your jumper. "Get this off, I want to see you. All of you." He flutters his best puppy eyes at you. You do not say a word, but you grant his wish. You sit up and lift it over your head and lay back down, feeling his eyes burning all over you, slight embarrassment slips your cheeks as they blush but the grin on his face tells another story. "I knew you were a pretty face, but you are so god damn beautiful, princess, look at you." He removes his slowly drying shirt and moves back down onto you, kissing down your neck again and moving to your chest, kissing lightly around your collar bone and leaving feather touch kisses from his lips around your boobs. Your whole body is alive now. He kisses down your stomach and you squirm as it starts to tickle. "I love how worked up you're getting, and I haven't even done anything." He smirks right at you, this time not his normal happy little face. He's showing a whole different emotion right now, one you've never seen before. He kisses down your waist to your thighs, not wasting a cell of your skin before reaching himself back up to you, taking off his jeans and boxers in a flash and lowers himself down and into you slowly with no word of warning. You need no help; you're already wet through. Your back arches, the rest is a blur. You make love. Not sex. You make full, passionate steaming hot love. The ending is bittersweet but mind blowing.

Before you know it, you're both laying there side by side staring right into each other's eyes. He holds your hand to his chest with one hand, whilst playing with your hair with the other. "Please, let's never repeat the last few weeks again." he loses his smile for a slight second. He releases your hand and sticks out his pinkie finger. "Pinkie promise me princess, I know there'll be disagreements and let's say... heated discussions but, never that again you hear me? I'm not willing to almost lose you again" You giggle as you wrap your pinkie finger around his. "Never again Mr. Quinn, pinkie promise." He looks down at the fingers hugging each other tightly, you see him biting his bottom lip, he fucking loves it when you call him by his last name. You let go and resume your position. "It's you and me, love. I'm not waiting any longer, I'm not taking anymore chances in waiting. Be mine - for real Y/N. Please say yes." You can't even breathe at this point, your heart is exploding. "Well..." he waits for your answer for a few seconds but feels like an eternity as he imitates a cog turning in your head. "Yes. A million times yes." You are not letting this man go for anything or anyone this time, nothing can stop you now. Rough patches are bound to happen, but you know if you can get through waiting a whole month for this man whilst anger and heartbreak has fell through you, you can get through anything. The feelings have flooded back and just like that, you're his. You're his girl, for real.

The morning light seeps through your curtains and hits you square in the eyes. Slowly opening them to the strong beams of sun, a whole different scene to the violent rain bashing on the windows the night before. It was like a change in mood - the irony of it fitting yours in a way. You turn your head to gaze on the beautiful man by your side, a light sigh leaving your mouth as you realise how real this was again all of a sudden. You retrace your thoughts to last nights antics, the pain had quickly turned into long needing lust, and you had done the deed at least 3 times to which after you both passed out from utter heights of excitement and exhaustion. The endgame was that you were his and he was yours, there was no going back now. You stroked your hand along Joe's cheek down to his jawline, tracing your finger down, a widespread grin on your face. Joe kept his eyes closed but his face leaned into your touch as you saw a mirrored grin appear on his. "Good morning handsome." you whisper. He shakes his head and mumbles a distorted sound. "It's not morning if I don't open my eyes, therefore I can stay here in this moment longer." You chuckle lightly and with that, he pulls you to him, your face smothered in his chest. Oh that smell, his smell, it's phenomenal. You can hear his heart beating, you can feel his hands as they wrap into your hair whilst his fingers play with it. "I guess this means you're not going anywhere, love." he lets out a hearty giggle as your head reels, you could be content with this being your life forever. You lift yourself to his face and his eyes are still closed but his smile is beaming as though. You plant a firm peck onto his lips and Joe instantly welcomes it. "Mmm, do that again." he murmurs against you - his eyes open slowly making a beeline straight to look into yours. You obey, kissing him and lingering against him as your teeth go to bite his bottom lip. "Didn't you get enough of me last night Y/N?" he knows what he's doing, fishing for those god damn compliments. "Never Mr Quinn, I could never get enough of you." He flashes his Oscar worthy winning smile at you and can't help but crash his lips back onto yours, a slow, sleepy kiss turns into a hot, passionate one. Your tongues collide with each other, groans escape both of you, the feeling of your bodies close made the temperature of the cool room sore. The god damn effect this man had on you was insane, you were ready for him and him for you, there was no place you'd rather be.

Showering quickly and leaving Joe to his own devices, you walk out into the living space and into the kitchen to find him working his way round it. The smell of bacon hits your nostrils and the sight of the man cooking and humming a song to himself from the radio so contently. You stand there for a couple of minutes admiring the extremely pleasant view, even if it was just the back of him. "You sure know your way round here." He turns around startled and shrugs his shoulders. "It's only small, love. The stuff wasn't hard to find." A wink returns your way as he turns around to continue. You make small paces until you reach the back of him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head onto his back. "Hello." he chuckles. "Hi." you reply.

You sit down to eat with a comfortable silence to eat when all of a sudden Joe's phone doesn't stop vibrating from the table. Three missed calls and a text message pop up one after another until he gives up and opens it. "I'll be back in a second." he mutters as he excuses himself to your bedroom. You didn't want to pry but you also felt hesitant in knowing who it was and what it could be about, after all the last time his phone blew up he left and you didn't hear from him for days on end. As much as you had forgiven him and accepted it was through no fault of his own, you couldn't go through the heartbreak of him being ripped from again, at least not straight away.

Shy of 15 minutes later he saunters back towards you with a slightly lopsided smile. "Everything ok?" you offer a reassuring smile back to him. "Yeah, just got to get going soon, got a last minute shoot at the other side of London. Must admit as much as I love my agent, he doesn't half get on my nerves with these spur of the moment ideas." Your eyes shoot down to scan both of your half eaten plates of food. "It's okay, I'll find something to occupy my time until I can see you again. Duty calls Joseph Quinn." He frowns at the full name. "It's Joe to you." You give him a sassy look and he finally loosens up and laughs. "Fine, Jo.....seph." He rolls his eyes and sits back on the chair, leaning back and patting his lap for you to sit, you happily oblige.

"I'll be back to you this evening ok?" he plants a kiss onto your forehead. "Okay love." He shakes his head. "Okay love." He imitates your voice mockingly.

You decide to fill your day with your sister and niece. Taking a shopping trip in central London. No conversation was made about Joe for the time being, but your sister could see your change in mood and that was enough to understand that things were better. When you sit down for a spot of lunch at a quaint little café you decide to check your phone. Joe had sent you a photo of himself sat on the floor in a seemingly plain building making a silly and utterly quite bored face. Underneath a text that read 'Hope you're having the best day, princess. Joseph has been really busy but Joe cannot wait to come back to see you again later.' Your cheeks redden at the play on his names, Joseph is the hardworking, amazing actor people have fallen in love with, the one you met at Comic Con, but Joe - Joe is your person. Your niece glances at your phone and her eyes widen excitedly. "Eddie, oh my god, Eddie and you text!" Your sister's brow furrows. "Who's Eddie, hon?" your niece rolls her eyes. "Eddie Munson mummy, the one Y/N and me met and they flirted with each other there lots of times." Your sister glanced up to you and her mouth changed into an O shape. "Oh, that Eddie." You nod as you lean against the table putting your hand over your mouth. "Everything ok with him?" she muttered quietly. You nodded again as you felt your cheeks flushing. "More than ok." You return your sisters grin. She knew you were happy, that's all she needed. "When will I see Eddie again now that you two are basically married Y/N?" you and your sister barked a laugh at your nieces question. "I'll bring him to see you soon." Her whole face scrunched into the biggest and frightening smile you'd ever seen. "So does that mean you're on good terms since you want him to meet the family?" your sister was intrigued now. You could only nod, you solidified a promise that your niece would indefinitely see Joe again and your sister would get to meet him. Your phone rings as you're about to leave the café.

"Hello."

"Hello, love, I'm just finishing up, turns out they didn't need many - I'm just that good. What are you up too?"

Your sisters gaze falls on you and she can see the blush in your cheeks turning crimson red at a fast-paced speed from his smug yet innocent voice.

"Just out with my sister and niece, we've just had lunch at this cute little place."

"The same niece I met at Comic Con?"

"One in the same." You look down at her smiling.

"I'll not keep you then, I'll see you later beautiful, be at yours round 6pm. Find out blankets, pillows and I'll bring the snacks and wine."

"Can't wait, love."

Your sister and niece pull the exact same expression. "Since when do you call people, love?" your sister chortles at your embarrassed yet accomplished face. "Since Joe."

You spent the rest of your day laughing and spending. Getting home and dropping your purchases into your bedroom, you light candles and dim the lights whilst you place a few pillows and blankets onto your sofa, a make shift bed. You change into your comfy clothes, leaving your hair in a messy bun, nothing to the imagination - but nevertheless Joe could make you feel beautiful wearing only a potato sack. As if on queue, 6pm has arrived and no later than 6:01pm does a knock come from your front door. You skip happily like a child, unlatch the door and open to find him on the other side. One hand holding a bag filled with a bottle of wine and pastries and a bunch of 10 blooming red roses clutched in the other. You swoon your side, your head is going ten to the dozen as your eyes gleam at Joe. "Good evening Miss, I brought you the goods." he mimicked a overly posh accent as he lifted the bag in the air. "Oh Sir, you're too kind." You take the bag from him and go over to the kitchen and place it on the counter top. "And those?" you point at the flowers. "An apology for missing you for days on end whilst I was overseas and a thank you for forgiving me." You tut loudly at him, shaking your head though the beaming grin has not left your face. "Are you just going to buy me flowers every time you mess up?" He nodded. "Pretty much." You both chuckled at one another as you took the roses to put them into some water. "Now come here, I missed you and you look so god damn inviting." Your eyes grew wide as he pointed and ran to the sofa, flopping onto the blankets that were once neat. "Charming one you, Mr Quinn." He patted the space next to him. "You look good too Y/N." he smirked.

You happily complied to his gesture and leaped onto him instead of falling next to him. "Jokes aside, I definitely missed you, princess." Your faces were close as for a few seconds you stared so intently at each other, lips inches apart, bodies closed in on one another, legs intertwined in and round the blankets. "I missed you too, Joe, way more than I probably should have." You settle down, blowing the candles out but leaving the lights dimmed after a few hefty make out sessions, a bottle of wine, empty plates but sincerely full hearts. Laid to the side of Joe with his arms wrapped around you as your leg cocks over his. You feel hands rubbing down your back, Joe's face also matching your tired state, you knew in a short moment that this, right here was all you could ever want.

You were just about to drop off to sleep, not hearing anything from Joe for at least half an hour when you heard him mumble your name. "Y/N." You snuggled deeper into him, not saying a word. You didn't respond, he was just clearly in a trance, and you were in no less of a ready state for the sleep to take you away after feeling heavily fulfilled with your day. If it was something, you'd wait to find out - that was at least until he managed to say as clear as day; "I love you, I really do.”

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 9

Previous Chapters can be found on my Masterlist Here

Chapter Summary: Maverick is on his way to try and save Rooster and Hangman, but will the fastest pilot on the planet make it in time?

Warnings: this chapter really puts Maverick through the angst. It might be my favorite thing I ever wrote but I’m not quite sure what that says about me as a person 🤔🤷‍♀️ anyway: enjoy!

Maverick flies with a recklessness that precedes even his reputation. He bends the frame of his plane as he streaks through the rapidly approaching night sky, his eyes straight and focused while his heart aches as he listens to his comms.

While he was taking off, unauthorized and with an angry Cyclone's blistering calls to turn around screaming in his ear, one of the technicians in command had said two Fifth Gen fighters had pulled up next to the lowly F-14. Maverick's hands clenched on the stick as he was informed that one was shot down (more than likely Hangman's second air-to-air kill), before a dog fight erupted in the sky. Simpson's orders changed at that moment, calling for two more F-18's to be brought up and Fritz and Coyote to prep.

As for Mitchell, Beau keeps his crew relaying updates, narrating the deadly dance in the sky to Pete as best they can, while the pilot rockets towards his students as fast as he can.

It still too slow though. Painfully slow.

Despite the sheer force of stubborn will he puts into it, Maverick can't defy the laws of physics and he can't cross this ocean any faster. The integrity of his jet is already in question at the speed he is maintaining and while Pete could not care any less about his own safety, he does Rooster and Hangman no favors if his plane burns in before he even gets to him.

"A plane's gone down-" a voice announces over the radio from the command room aboard the carrier. Whoever says it sounds steady, too steady, as though they haven't just delivered news that could destroy Maverick's entire life. The older pilot takes a breath when nothing further comes from Command. "Which plane" he grits out, annoyed he even has to ask.

"We're checking Mitchell" Cyclone sounds less Cyborg but still cruel in his lack of answers. Pete closes his eyes, still heading forward because if it's anyone beside Rooster and Hangman still in the sky, God help them with the wrath he is about to ignite upon them.

Hondo's voice clips in, breathless in the way he gets when he is excited or at his wit's end (the latter being the way he usually is when dealing with Maverick), "Rooster's E-Sat is still showing. It wasn't them-" and then because Bernie knows his friend better than anyone else on the entire carrier and now with Ice's passing, perhaps better than anyone still living, the bespectacled man repeats the news to make sure Pete really gets it. "They are still alive Captain" he shares, "heading your way home as we speak."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure Mav."

Relief is sweet but still unsatisfying. No, Pete won't be satisfied until Bradley is in front of him, alive and breathing and present. He doesn't care if the kid hates him still, he doesn't care if he gets punched in the face for his efforts, but Maverick is never letting the youngest Bradshaw out of his sight again. Hangman is about to join that list too, Pete willing to do anything to see that cocky smirking pilot again as well.

"Intercept with them and guide them home Mitchell” Admiral Simpson orders and for once Pete is more than willing to listen. He can’t help but push his plane just a bit faster at the prospect following the purple hues of color over the water as he heads towards the small blip on his radar.

But suddenly there is another blip.

Before Maverick can even comprehend what he is seeing, someone else is calling out. "Sir, there's another Fifth Gen heading towards them fast." Though Captain Mitchell is not the ‘Sir’ being addressed, he can’t help yelling out his own responses. “Where the hell did they come from?” he demands, “how did we not see them?”

“Watch your tone Captain” Cyclone warns, never one to let anyone disrespect his command technicians, “He must have taken off from a runway we didn’t know about-“

“How could you not have known?” Pete all but screams; his frustration over not being able to help Rooster and Hangman bubbling over and scalding anyone he can hit. It’s not the radar technicians’ faults, they can only see what they can, but Maverick needs a target for his anger and he’s got Command on tone, “Where was the recon? You send them on a suicide mission and didn’t even do your homework!”

“I said watch your tone Mitchell! God damn it! They came out of nowhere!”

“I don’t give a sh-“

“Sir they are gaining ground quick” the same woman from before announces and suddenly the fight is forgotten as Maverick focuses back to the task at hand. Simpson as well seems to ignore the fact that Pete was about a second away from cursing him out and starts calling for more information, “how soon until they intercept?”

“A minute, maybe less Sir.”

“Mitchell what’s your status?”

“I’m still five minutes out Sir.”

There is a heavy sigh over the comms, fatigued and weighed down with the burden of being in charge. Maverick can picture Cyclone’s face in the dark room, pinched and displeased but also worried; the man has never been heartless no matter how much of a stickler he is for the rules. “Sir” the captain prompts when the lines of communication stay silent for a moment too long.

"Hurry up Mitchell" is all he gets. It's not nearly enough information but it spurs Maverick even faster.

He arrives upon the scene and tries to read the situation as quickly as he can. A Fifth Gen is on the tail of the F-14, an unfair fight on a good day but damn near criminal after everything the two American pilots inside have already been through.

Maverick is still not close enough to intervene. Only close enough to watch this sick chase like a spectator on the bleachers of a football game. He can see the F-14 gaining altitude, the tell-tale last ditch effort before a bailing. Something in Maverick's gut reels, the memories of the last time he witnessed a Bradshaw ejection petrifying him into his seat. But it's their only chance, Pete knows, as he’s still too damn far to be of any help. It’s their only way of survival.

Except they don't eject.

The F-14 levels off, escaping a barrage of bullets as its pursuer toys with them. Maverick isn’t sure why Rooster and Hangman haven’t bailed but he reaches new levels of terror as he watches the plane struggle to escape the unrelenting spray of ammunition.

Pete uses this extra time to get closer, right on the cusp of making a difference and turning the tide of this battle when the Fifth Gen switches back to missiles. The enemy fires with absolutely no preamble and no matter who is behind the stick; there is nothing they can do before the entire left engine explodes in flames. Maverick is conscious that he is screaming, but of what and to whom, he doesn't know and he doesn't care as he watches the jet teeter on fire in the now night sky.

There is an old adage of seeing your life flash before your eyes right before you are about to die. Maverick has never experienced it, not even during his own close calls, but right now, as he watches the plane carrying the closest thing he has ever had to a son fall to the dark and cold ocean below, Pete does see something- he sees Bradley.

Bradley, the tiniest human being Pete has ever seen but with the biggest brown eyes, just a few hours old and being thrust into Maverick's scared arms as Goose laughs merrily.

The fury within Maverick, tightening around his heart like a python, aims for the Fifth Gen fighter that is watching it's kill flounder back to Earth and blasts the bastard from the sky without a second's remorse. The jet erupts completely; a direct hit, its debris falling like a marionette with its strings cut.

Bradley, four years old and clutching to Maverick's dress whites, asking why Uncle Pete is crying while his father's casket is being lowered into the ground.

The F-14 holding Rooster and Hangman is still on fire, the flames too much to extinguish, and they are going down. It's not a direct decent, like the adversary Pete has just killed; Seresin is clearly trying to slow them, shifting their good wing and their bad back and forth to make enough friction with the air to disrupt their fall.

Bradley at six, giddy with excitement for the bike that Maverick brings him, mistakenly refers to the man as 'Dad'. Everyone tries to wave it off, Mav included, but Pete has to hide in the house for twenty minutes after cake is served as he cries over the guilt in his heart because of how much he loved hearing that word out of Bradley's mouth directed at him.

The two Americans aren't flying as much anymore as they are falling with purpose; the jet making long circles to try to lower its speed. Maverick can see the end game; can see Hangman trying to land this bleeding bird on the water without the speed and angle killing them on impact. It's asking for another miracle on this day of so many.

Bradley, eleven years old and already so tall, hitting a home run with his little league team and only looking for Maverick in the stands. A bright smile on his face when he finds the older man, Pete's own pride radiating back at him.

The fire is spreading, Maverick can see from his own jet, as the orange flames lick closer and closer to the cockpit and their fuselage. While it's only been seconds (though it feels like hours), if the plane doesn't hit some water soon it might not matter how fast they hit the ocean, the two men will burn up to a crisp before they even feel the blow.

Bradley at fourteen, standing in the kitchen and announcing he wants to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle and not his father. He wants to be a pilot not a RIO. Carole spends the night crying in fear. Pete spends the night at Goose's grave, crying in guilt.

Vaguely, Maverick can hear Command on the radio demanding a sit-rep. He knows he is speaking but not to them, a sort of gibberish laced grief pouring straight from his heart and out of his mouth as he all but begs for the survival of the souls on board that F-14. Nothing else matters to Pete now.

Bradley, seventeen, and at another funeral. He clutches on to Pete just like the last time but now the young man knows why everyone is crying, and he cries too. Maverick can't, his heart weighted down too much with the knowledge of what he has to do now, what he has promised Carole Bradshaw before she took her last breath on this Earth.

The nose of the plane descends and Maverick gasps at the implication. Hangman has chosen to make one more sacrifice for his wingman, he is going to take the brunt of the impact.

Bradley at eighteen, getting ready to slam a door in Maverick's face as he storms out thinking his dreams are ruined because of the man he trusted the most. Right before he leaves, Bradley says the words that kill Maverick more than a bullet or a plane crash ever could: You were never my father and you never will be. You aren’t even family. You are nothing to me.

The canopy shatters but not from an ejection. Someone has popped it and smoke billows from the cockpit. A gloved hand from the backseat reaches for the pilot. Maverick is so close now, right at the fallen plane's wing, that he can see the helmets of Hangman and Rooster. He wonders selfishly if this is the penance for the life he has lived, the lives he has taken, that God has decided to give him a front row seat to the death of his godson, his real son in everything but blood. "Please" he whispers out loud, uncaring who the hell else can hear it as long as God can, "Please don't take him. I can't lose him too. Please-"

Bradley, thirty-four years old, older than his father ever got, but looking healthy and alive and so much like Goose it hurts. Pete watching from the windows outside the Hard Deck as Bradley, now Rooster, transforms at the piano just like his old man. His real father. Any trace of Maverick gone as quick as the door slam 16 years prior.

The F-14 hits the water with an almighty splash. Debris flies everywhere; wing parts, glass, who knows what and Maverick's heart is in his throat as he looks for anything that could be deemed Rooster or Hangman in that mix. He doesn't see them, but that isn't exactly promising as the water slowly sprinkles back down and recedes, exposing what is left of the broken machine as it bobs in the waves.

Bradley on the carrier, wanting to speak, wanting to say something before this suicide mission that could take his life, and Maverick shushing him and telling him later.

Maverick skims low, lower than he should for his own jet's integrity but also because of the mist it kicks up on the crash site. He has no other choice though, the need to see his two pilots too strong to ignore. As he circles, he can see their helmets, neither moving, which is a horrible sign, and enough to get a strangled cry from his lips. “My God” he whimpers.

"CAPTAIN MITCHELL REPORT GOD DAMN IT!"

It's Cyclone, as usual, but this time the annoyed and worried tone of his CO snaps Maverick back to his duty and Pete swallows hard. "Rescue!" he all but screams, as he looks at his navigation system to try to get his locale. "We need rescue, coordinates 59.928 degrees latitude, 176.393 degrees longitude we have a crash landing. Do you copy?"

“Copy Captain” Beau sounds more strained than usual, clearly at the end of his patience, “now tell me what the hell happened out there!”

“We can debrief later” Maverick continues his low circles, still seeing no movement from the two pilots below but the water is beginning to swallow up the down plane, “they need help-“

“Rescue is being sent. Is the Fifth Gen neutralized?”

Pete nods before he realizes that they can’t see him, “Yes” he gulps though not from guilt from his actions, “I shot him down.”

“I want radar watching every single corner for any others, no more surprises” Simpson orders and Maverick can hear the affirmatives from the team.

“Are they moving down there?” Warlock’s deep voice questions, and just as Mav is about to say no, he sees motion in the backseat. Rooster, the red of his helmet visible, starts to stand, wobbling with the motion of the waves. The relief at the sight rips a sob from Pete, “Thank God” he whispers.

“Maverick” Cyclone’s own voice cracks over the Captain’s call sign, “what is it?”

“Rooster’s moving, he’s-“ Pete circles again, wishing he could stall his plane like a helicopter to see better. “He’s trying to get Hangman out” the man narrators as he watches his Godson struggle to pull the blonde pilot from his seat.

“Is Hangman moving on his own?”

Pete shakes his head, “Not that I can see.”

Down on the water, Bradley finally seems to get his wingman free but the weight is too much and both men go falling into the waves. The splash obscures Pete’s vision and for the longest twenty two seconds of the sixty year olds life, he thinks that he has just witnessed both men drown. Instead Rooster appears back at the surface of the water, clearly struggling, as he tries to keep an arm around his partner.

There’s a piece of the shattered wing floating and Bradley just manages to grab a hold of it. He tries to bring Hangman on to it and then himself, but like a reenactment of the movie Titanic, it’s too much for the piece of metal to hold and they both fall back into the water.

The entire scene is excruciating for Mitchell and he finds himself looking towards his ejection cable. Bradley needs help and Pete will be damned if he is just going to sit up in the air and twiddle his thumbs while watching it. A million dollar aircraft means nothing to the lives of the two men down below. "Are there any other bogeys in the area?” Mav asks, finding a calmness wash over himself now that he has a plan to actually do something.

"Negative Captain” Solomon replies, “but we are keeping watch. Fritz and Coyote are inbound to your location for backup in case."

"Their eta?"

"11 minutes and closing Sir" Javy's voice calls over the radio with the same amount of determination that Maverick himself felt when he was racing over. Pete takes a moment to check his straps before he hits his comms, "Make it faster Lieutenants” he advises.

"Maverick-" Cyclone warns but both Fritz and Machado are announcing their understanding and Pete turns back to the figures in the water. "They need help down there" he tells all those listening while watching Rooster continue to struggle to stay afloat with a limp Hangman in his arm. The sky is continuing to darken and Maverick is beginning to fear he might lose them in the blackness. The aged pilot makes sure to reach for a few glowsticks and shoves them into his flight suit pockets. "It's getting dark-" he cautions.

"And the helicopter is on its way-" Hondo now, always in tuned for when Maverick is about to do something stupid, "Searchlights are on as well Mav" he informs.

"Good” Pete places his left hand on the ejection cord but doesn’t pull just yet, “I want you to tell them they will need to pick up three people from the water now.”

"What?" Warlock wonders loudly before Simpson is overpowering the sound as he all but yells into his comms, “Mitchell don’t you dare-“ he objects but it's too late.

Maverick doesn't even hesitate to rocket himself into the twilight, the dark abyss below beckoning him like an old friend welcoming him home.

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yakumtsaki · 1 year

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Well things were nice and calm for one entire update, but don’t worry, we’re back to normal AS AIDEN CHEATS ON SANDY WITH JENNICOR TRICOU. AIDEN WHY. YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH 3 BOLTS

-C̴A̵N̵'̸T R̷E̷S̴I̸S̵T T̴H̸E V̵A̶M̶P G̴I̸L̸F🧟

OH MY GOD

-H̶O̵W C̸O̶U̷L̶D Y̸O̵U̵ ̶A̵I̸D̴E̵N, I̴ G̷AV̴E U̸P M̷Y L̴I̸F̴E A̶S A̷ C̷R̶Y̶P̴T S̸E̷R̵V̶A̴N̵T F̸O̴R̶ T̶H̷I̶S🧟‍♀️

Bro I can’t. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sugar off, he cheats on his wife. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sandy off, she gets cheated on. Not to be self-centered but WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

-Welcome back Sandy, the bathrooms need cleaning! -G̷O̷O̵D̴ T̵O̴ ̴B̸E̴ B̴A̶C̴K🧟‍♀️

UGH

-Don’t worry bitch, I’m about to help with the lag once I take this final dump!

-Nice! About time I fuck outta here, see you stupid assholes never!

DOBRONEGA NO

-Tell Cyn that I love her and my children that I hate them!

-NOOOOO DOBRIE NOOOO HOW AM I GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU💗

Poor Cyn was devastated, she cried for days, her and Dobronega really had a Victoria/Victor pet soulmate thing going💔 RIP Dobronega, I’ll miss you so much💔

Because I wasn’t upset enough, the goddamn cleanbot had the worst meltdown yet, look at this shit:

FML. Sophito you have maxed mechanical, feel like taking a crack at fixing this??

-No thanks, I’d much rather play the piano and risk actual death by flies!

Thank God we have iVan around here because you people are USELESS.

Case in point. The military uniform is killing me.

-𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲. 𝙸𝙵 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.

Bartholomew’s amazing 1 nice point is starting to reveal itself, this kid is a NIGHTMARE.

-Come on, Barth, concentrate! You’re four, you need to learn how to speak! -GOO GOO >:(

Bartholomew straight up exhausted Sophie so I had to send in reinforcements.

-Alright, listen here, Bratolomew, I have enough disappointing family members, so learn to talk or Mr. Teddy loses his head. -FINE, YOU WIN, GEEZER

Felina returns from her first day of school, runs to hug Sophito (I’ll never get used to what good parents him and Liz are)-

-and brings with her Spice! Sugar has actually been a really good dad other than you know, destroying his marriage for no reason, while Spice was a toddler I always invited Sug over to hang out with his bebe so they have a good relationship. Now that Spice is a kid we can invite him over to our lot!

Awwwww❤️ God Sugar I’m still SO PISSED AT YOU FOR THE CLAIRE DIVORCE

Jojo is on his last legs (screaming crying throwing up) so I fulfil his wish to re-become a werewolf-

-BUT APPARENTLY HE HAD A SIMULTANEOUS FEAR OF BECOMING ONE TOO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

-NO.

Here we go again, YOU’RE CURED. LAST TIME JOJO, I MEAN IT

-It’s ok, I’ve made up my mind..

-..a face this stunning should not be covered in fur!

No comment!

-OH MY GOD MY NEAT POINTS CAN’T TAKE THIS MESS -MINE NEITHER I’M LOSING MY MIND -IF ONLY iVAN OR SANDY WERE HERE TO CLEAN -EXACTLY, WE’RE TOO GOOD FOR IT

Un.real.

OH HELL YA, GET IT. Once we hit half a mil we’re moving to an even bigger, laggier mansion!

-Omg you guys, isn’t so funny how all 3 of you have worked most of your lives and I got a job as an elder and make more than you? Huhu!🌸

-Seriously, it’s totally crazy how my earnings have eclipsed yours! I mean look at Sophie, worked and worked to top the law career and for what?💗 -So I can represent myself in your murder trial. -Huhu looks like you guys are having your toast with a side of envy! Don’t even get me started on Shajar, mayor by 25 because she was running unopposed! Boy my life is FINALLY perfect!🌸

-HI WHAT THE HECK💗 -That’s right Cyneswith, I’m here to replace Aiden and Jack Do as your obligatory psycho spurned lover! I’m gonna barge in here daily to catch you cheating on me with your husband!

OH MY GOD GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON GTFO WHEN WILL THIS STOP

Awww❤️

Awwwwww❤️

Aww- SUGAR WHY IS THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON JESSICA WITH HERE

-What do you think, Barth, time for ole’ uncle Sugar to get married again?

YA IT ABSOLUTELY IS NOT

I don’t know if you guys realize how long I’ve been trying to get Sandy on top of the culinary career, it’s RIDIC. This is the hardest time I’ve had with a career since Wyatt, Sandy WTF

-P̸E̸O̵P̸LE D̸I̵S̷C̴R̶IM̵I̶N̷A̵T̴E A̴G̷A̴I̴N̵S̸T Z̸O̷M̷B̷I̸E C̷O̷O̴K̸S̴! S̷O̷M̵E̷O̸N̷E F̵I̵N̷DS Y̵O̷U̸R E̷Y̵E I̴N T̷H̸E̴I̵R S̴O̷U̵P̸ O̵N̷C̷E-🧟‍♀️

OK MOVING ON

-Alright Felina, seeing as science is your one true hobby, your father is useless, and I have one day left on this wretched planet, it’s time for me to teach you the secrets of repairing iVan! -But I don’t wanna learn to repair that stupid robot, huhu!🌸 -ALRIGHT THE HUHUING STOPS NOW. Write this down: “To repair iVan you turn off his killmode switch-” which of course I’ve always left on.. -Ok.. -“and reassure him you love him and he’s a good boy, but if he doesn’t calm down you’re turning him into car parts”.

Oh wow, super scientific!

It’s Bartholomew’s birthday from which I have no pics because iVan almost killed us again..

-𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚂. -Believe it, buddy!

..and here he is with his glorious Ti-Ning nose! Boy did that toddlerhood cuteness of yours disappear.

-We get the face we deserve!

At least you’re self-aware!

Felina brought Cyan, June and Lakshmi’s bb with her from school! It’s so nice that all our lil cousins we’ll go to college with are showing up❤️

-Swan soooooooooong......... So loooooooong, shitty family, so looooooooooong..............🎵

It’s time😭😭😭

-Hello, old friend. Have you come for me? -I HAVE BEEN WALKING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A LONG TIME💀 -That I know. -ARE YOU PREPARED💀 -You have no idea.

SHAJAR DO YOU FUCKING MIND

OH MY GOD SHAJAR SERIOUSLY GET OUT OF THE FRAME

-It’s alright, it’s only appropriate that Shajar disappoint me one last time. So long, family! And truly, it’s been SO LONG. I’m going to find Wyatt now, but don’t worry, my spirit will always be with you, judging, lecturing, and making you soil yourselves.

-WAAAAAAAAH -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -HEY-YO SHAJ! -HEY-YO!

OH MY. FRANCES

-DADDY NO!!!!

OH WOW LOOK WHO WOKE UP. Shajar seriously ffs even for you this was unreal. Jojo left money to absolutely everyone, even Don! Charitable king💔

Frankly, I don’t even know what to say about Jojo, like I try to keep things lighthearted but I teared up when he died. I loved Jojo since he aged up into the snootiest Mr. Darcy toddler of all time, he was one of my favorite sims ever, he had so much personality, he was so much fun to play, and despite being pure evil he really did love his family and always tried to shame them into not being losers. Most of all, he loved Wyatt, with whom he’s now reunited❤️ RIP Jojo, I’ll miss you terribly-

-but clearly your spirit will live on. ABSOLUTELY NOT, SOPHITO

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

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ghost-proofbaby · 5 months

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GHOST WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S GUITAR ANON WITH SOME UPDATES

FIRSTLY I HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS

GUESS WHO HAS A BOYFRIEND

ME!!!! WE MADE IT OFFICIAL TWO WEEKS AGO!!!!

now for the lead up to how this happened bc I kept a note in my phone of important things to tell you for when you came back:

he met my parents! they like him. he wanted to take my guinea pigs home with him and I was TRYING to look out for him so he didn't get peed on by them and he was like it's fine I don't care and we kept bickering about it and my parents thought it was funny. we watched the first hunger games movie in my room and my dog took her chaperoning role very seriously. we were laying on my bed and he had his head on my arm and my dog wedged her jealous little ass right in between us and put her head on my arm too. I made her leave. she came back and then she had her head on his arm. the next day i texted him and told him that I still had his fingerprints on my glasses (we both wear glasses and like to poke each other's lenses to bother each other) and he said I guess I'm just permanent and I said I'd like you to be permanent 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe not on my glasses tho. and that was pretty much the end of that but then the next day he brings it up again unprompted and says he's been thinking about what I said and that he wouldn't be against it and I said I wouldn't either and i said so does that mean I get to stop calling you my sort of kind of boyfriend to people and he said yes and then we sort of kind of made it official over text but kinda mutually decided it didn't count until we saw each other in person. I went to his house after work the next day after the boyfriend talk and his parents had some friends over and I painted my nails with his mom and the one friend. he gave me two of his twenty one pilots vinyls bc I like them and don't have any vinyls. I thanked him like 5 times and wanted to kiss him but was really nervous about it so I didn't. but after his parents friends left he had me go in his room with him and he ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND and i said yes obviously. and i ended up hitting my head on the wall by his bed and knocking one of his posters off the wall 🤦🏻‍♀️ but that's okay. his parents told him that if we're having sex to make sure to wrap it 😂 and i don't know how to tell them that whatever noises they heard was probably me hitting my head and the poster falling down, and then later me trying to roll across him to get to the other side of the bed and missing, and falling off the bed. bc I was a hot mess. but I blame him for hitting my head. cause he was putting me on the bed. the falling off the bed was all me though 😂 and he was gonna come up to my house this past Tuesday but he ended up getting a flat tire on the way, so i came down. We went out to eat with his parents (and he bought me a squishmallow 🥺) and then we started watching catching fire in his room. His mom kept walking past his closed door and yelling that she didn't want any babies and are we doing sex things. And now this damn boy distracts me all the time even if I'm not talking to him cause all I think about is him but at least the feeling is mutual.

🎸 anon ❤️

I hope you had a great break ❤️

NONNIE. MY GOD.

my heart is bursting i’m so fuckin happy for you!!! hell fucking yess!!!!! we did it folks!!! and by we i mean you but i’m still so so overly happy and genuinely excited for you that’s so sweet 😭 i love the making it official in person. i hope y’all have had a good first few weeks of being official!!!

ugh. my lil romantic heart can’t take this. i like to pretend to be bitter and grossed out by romance irl but it secretly warms my heart (do not tell anyone i’ve got a reputation to uphold)

#🎸 anon #thank u ily #IM SO EXCITED AND HAPPY ABOUT THIS AAAHHH #it feels like just yesterday you started messaging me mentioning how you decided you wanted to be brave and talk to him 😭😭😭#so wild so sweet so cute #love to see it

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xtrashmammalstefx · 1 year

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That’s My Man (An Austin Abrams Smut)

Requested By: @tiamcconnellx

WARNINGS: Smut!, Choking, Attempted rape!, language

Notes: Hey guys! So I just want to clarify some stuff for this fic real quick. In this story you are Norman Reedus' s daughter, and a member of The Walking Dead Cast, duh. Oh, and I will have a life update post later this week (maybe) where I will explain my absence and future plans. Okay I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

You know how sometimes when you meet someone you get this feeling you’ve never really felt before. Like something inside you is just like: I need this person, I need to know this person… Well, for me that’s the feeling I got when I first met Austin.

He wasn’t your typical type of handsome, but damn did he have a smile that was more infectious than a zombie bite. Not to mention he was (is) wicked talented at acting. He, Chandler, and I basically became the ultimate trio during our stints on The Walking Dead.

My dad wasn’t too thrilled at the idea. I mean, sure, he loved and trusted Chan with his life (having watched him grow for the past few season) but he didn’t exactly know Austin all too well.

“Your dad’s still giving me the look,” Austin whined as we took a break between scenes. Sure enough my dad was giving him the ‘fuck up you little shit, I dare you’ look he reserved for any guy that was interested in me. I sighed.

“He’s just nervous because he knows what scene we’re about to shoot,” I said. I swear I thought my dad was going to burst a blood vessel when he first read the script for this episode. After all, it included the most mature scene I’ve ever filmed, and one I dreaded more than anything. I mean… I knew what was coming since the writers and director had discussed it with us previously but god damn did they pick a hell of a way to start things.

“You nervous?” Austin asked.

“Definitely,” I said before turning my head to face him and placing my hand in his. “But I trust you not to hurt me too bad.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine myself hurting you… your dad would fucking kill me.” Austin said smiling lazily at me. I chuckled slightly.

“ABRAMS! REEDUS! GET IN POSITION WE’RE READY TO FILM THE NEXT SCENE!” The director hollered at us.

Austin and I stood up and went behind the door to my character’s Alexandria house. “You ready?” I whispered.

Austin took a deep breath. “No, but then again in a zombie apocalypse there’s no such thing.”

“True,” I agreed as the director ordered everyone to be quiet on the set.

‘AND ACTION!” Right on cue Austin’s face contorted with fury and pain, and he burst through the door. I counted the seconds and then followed.

“RON! RON PLEASE STOP!” I grabbed his hand and he threw my hand away.

“NO, I’M DONE! I’M FUCKING DONE!” He looked at me as though I was the worst person in the world. Tears began streaming down my face.

“I-It wasn’t what it… I swear I didn’t mean to…”

“Just, stop,” Austin said. “Don’t even try bullshitting your way out of this. I could see it ever since he first came to my house. I could see it in your fucking face.” I stepped back in fear, pressing my body against the door. “You fucking loved him even then.” Austin said stepping closer to me. “Hell, you were probably thinking of him the night we fucked for the first time, weren’t you?” He brought his hand to my neck. “WEREN’T YOU!” He squeezed, digging his fingers slightly into my neck.

“N-N…”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” He screamed at me squeezing a little tighter. My tears were streaming even worse as I looked up at him.

“Y-Yes,” I wheezed out. Now Austen was the one crying.

“Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do,” he said before crashing his lips against mine. This is where I nearly fucked up the scene. I was supposed to fight him, loath his very touch… but at that moment I couldn’t be more in love with him. A fact that shocked me to the point where I quickly remembered what we were doing and began to struggle. I placed my hands on his chest and started trying to push him away. He just grabbed them and placed them on either side of my head and continued to aggressively kiss me. He then grabbed me and dragged me to the side of the porch (my character was related to a recluse who insisted on surrounding the porch in a black tarp, and duct taping the shit out of the windows) where he laid us down. I kicked and screamed but he just held me down and used his weight to keep me down while he reached down to undo his zipper. That’s when Chan appeared ripping him off of me. Chan punched him in the face and the scene was over.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood up.

“Fuck, remind me never to piss you off, man,” Austin said rubbing his chin.

Chan just chuckled. “No problem, though if you ever try something like that for real I’m not the one that’s gonna be doing the hitting.”

“Damn right he’s not,” Dad appeared on the porch. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine dad,” I said.

“Just checking,” he said. We all stepped down off of the porch and took a breather while the set was prepped for the next scene which would be with just Chan and me.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?” Austin asked once we both had taken a much needed drink of water.

“No,” I assured him. “You were actually kind of perfect.”

He smirked. “Yeah, a perfect piece of shit.”

“Yeah, well, that’s just Ron for ya. He’s a dick with a narrow view of the world, but you… you’re different.”

“How so?”

“You’re better,” I said. “How’s the face by the way?”

“Oh, it’s fine, a little sore but, can’t say it wasn’t deserved,” he said. I reached up and brushed my lips against the violently pink skin.

“Better?”

“Sort of, but…”

“But?”

“You missed it?”

“I did?” He nodded before ducking his head down and pressing his lips against mine. That same feeling I had earlier came back, only this time is a thousand times stronger. Ron kissed with anger, a burning rage he could no longer control...but Austin? He kissed with a mind numbing passion, as though letting you know how just how much he’d been holding in his heart for you. Our arms snaked around each other and I felt his hand brush my ass. I think I would’ve let him do more if we weren’t on the clock.

“REEDUS! YOU’RE DUE IN MAKE UP!” The director hollered at us making us jump apart.

“Oh, um, right, I’m on my way.” I turned back to Austin. “To be continued?”

He smiled. “You bet.”

I was still thinking about him as I made my way into the make up trailer. The make-up artist did his magic and made it so I looked like I had bruises on my neck from where Austin had dug his fingers when he was choking me. It looked brutal and uncomfortably real.

When I got back to the water table Austin was talking with Chan who was first to see me coming. “Holy shit,” he said causing Austin to turn around.

“Oh fuck!”

Both guys were staring at my new bruises.

“Yeah apparently you’re a lot stronger than you look,” I said trying to lighten the mood.

“Kind of makes me wish I did more than just deck you in the face,” Chan said.

“Makes me kinda wish you did,” Austin said starting to reach his hand out.

“Ah, no touchy!” I said stepping back.

Austin was about to say something when…

“RIGGS! REEDUS! YOU’RE UP!” Chan stood by and motioned with his hand.

“After you, my lady,” he said.

We were in my ‘bedroom’ now. I took my place on the bed, curling up in the ball. I thought of the saddest things… Bambi, my favorite Harry Potter characters dying, and stuff like that. Eventually tears sprung from my eyes. Chan took his place by the door.

“ACTION!”

Chan knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said sniffing back tears. Chan slowly stepped in.

“Hey,” he whispered. Looking at him I started to cry a little harder. Chan closed the door and hurried over to me. He sat on the bed infront of me and pulled me into his arms. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and continued to sob. Chan’s lips brushed the top of my head as his hand cradled the back of my head. “It’s okay, Say… it’s okay, darling, just… just let it out.”

I breathed a heavy sigh and, hesitantly, kissed Chan on the neck.

He gasped and pulled back. “Say…”

“Carl, please, just… do what you were going to do earlier,” I said.

“Y-You sure?” I nodded. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh before placing his lips on the corner of my forehead. His lips trailed down until they found mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss. His hands wandered down until they reached the hem of my shirt. I pulled back and let him take it off just as the camera switched over to the one behind my back. “Beautiful.” Chan muttered looking at me in awe.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, placing kisses on his chest as I did. After I pushed the fabric off of his shoulders he laid us down.

“AND CUT!”

Chan helped me up and handed me my shirt, blushing hard.

Later we were back in the bedroom except this time we were very naked; me under the blankets, and Chan with one leg and his crotch covered by a bit of my sheet. He held me against him, both of us freshly sprayed with mist to make us look sweaty and glowing.

“I love you,” Chan said gently with a vulnerability you could just tell Carl had carried with him for a long long time.

“I-” The door burst open and Andrew walked in.

“WHAT THE- CARL!”

“DAD! WHAT’RE YOU-?” We scrambled for our clothes.

“Glen just radioed, there’s a storm of walkers heading right towards the gate!”

Fully dressed I reached under my bed and grabbed my shotgun.

Chan’s eyes grew wide. “What’re you..?”

“Honeymoon’s over Carl, time to kick some walker ass.” I said cocking my gun. I followed them out of the room.

“CUT! AND THAT’S A WRAP!”

Chan and I high-fived on a job well done before heading to our trailers to shower and change.

Austin was waiting by mine.

“Hey, I thought you were done for today?”

“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly feel like leaving yet,” he said not looking quite right.

“You okay?” He nodded. “You sure?”

He nodded but didn’t convince me that everything was okay.

“Austin?”

He sighed. “I’m just… I was kinda hoping I could see you like that…” he motioned at the set. “Before Chan I mean…”

“You make it sound as if he got a good show.”

“Didn’t he?”

“Not even close,” I said. “He’s actually quite the gentleman, you know. First make out scene he only saw my bra and was quick to help me cover up. Just now he actually closed his eyes when I took my robe off and didn’t open them until I was covered. As for post-coital well, he was focused more on his on-screen dad than anyone else.”

“Damn, he really is an upstanding guy,” he said.

“Yeah he is,” I said stepping up to Austin. “And he is also a really great friend. I love the guy like a brother which is a far cry from what I feel about you.”

“Really?” I nodded bringing my lips to his. He moved to deepen it but I pulled back.

“Hold onto that thought for a minute while I wash up,” I said opening my trailer door. Austin followed me in.

He sat down on the small couch while I ducked behind the screen and disrobed before entering the small shower beside it. I washed my hair and used a special cleanser to erase my choke marks. I had just gotten the last one off when the shower curtain was pushed aside. I watched as Austin stepped in and swung the curtain shut behind him. He was naked, his scrawny body exposed fully to me. I was about to ask what he was doing when it caught my eye.

He was at half mast and only growing straighter, and harder.

He approached me and placed his hands on my hips. “C’mere,” he muttered ducking his head down for a kiss. As soon as his lips were flushed with mine I wrapped my arms around him and let him lift me up.

I gasped as he stretched me. He groaned slightly. “Fuck… I-I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?”

“Not at all,” I muttered.

“Good,” he muttered bringing his lips back to mine. He held me against the shower wall as he continued to thrust in and out of me. I tried to bite back any noise it brought out of me but the sensation was just too good.

“Fuck, Aus, you feel so good,” I moaned as he started thrusting harder. “Oh fuck yeah right there, right there.”

I felt myself tense up in my core and I knew it I was about to fucking burst.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” I nodded moan louder and louder. “Ugh, it’s alright… just cum on me… cum on my cock.”

The tension became too much and I was practically screaming as I tightened around him.

He continued to thrust as I came down from it a shivering mess. “C-Couch,” I said. “Take me to the couch.”

He shut the water off, threw the curtain back and carried me to the small couch. “Sit down,” I said. He did so keeping me in his arms. I started rocking my hips on him.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I continued to bounce on him vigorously. Before I knew it the tension I felt earlier came back.

I moaned as it came closer and closer. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”

“Me too,” Austin groaned. I leaned back, screaming again, as my body tensed up, clenching around him.

“Oh fuck!” I felt his warmth shoot into me as his body stiffened, his groans filling the air. We then collapsed on the coach, breathless and dazed.

“I think that just may be the most powerful orgasm of my life,” I breathed, my heart still racing.

“Same here, I… I think my dick is gonna need some time to recover.” Austin laughed.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be, it was so fucking worth it.” He smiled tiredly at me.

“I love you, Austin.”

“I-” There was a knock at my door and a frantic yell.

‘Y/N REEDUS YOU BETTER ANSWER THIS DOOR AND PROVE TO ME THAT YOU’RE ALIVE OR SO HELP ME I WILL BREAK THE FUCKER DOWN!”

We grabbed our clothes in a panic and got dressed. “Coming dad!”

Once we were dressed and I tamed my post-sex head, I opened the door.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Someone said they heard screaming… thought you might be in trouble so…” Austin unintentionally choked out a laugh and I immediately elbow him in the ribs. “What’s so funny?”

“Uh, nothing,” I said feeling my cheeks grow warm, the fucking traitors. Dad looked from me to Austin and as he did his face contorted from confusion to a Reedus level of fucking fury.

“TELL ME I’M WRONG RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” Dad demanded. “TELL ME YOU WEREN’T JUST IN THERE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU WERE FUCKING DOING!”

“Oh shit,” Austin muttered shrinking back. “Should I run?” He asked me.

“OH YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN!” Austin shrieked and bolted out of my trailer with my dad on his tail.

“DAD NO!” I hollered before chasing after my dad and my man.

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imperator-titus · 3 days

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If I could come up with a title for this series, I would, but I can't.

Thank you to the few people enjoying my work! It has encouraged me (probably a little too much.) This one is pretty long. There may be a lull soon simply because I haven't finished Act 3 on my own so I don't really have an idea for how that'll go. I also don't really know how it'll go in general because this is a fairly sanitized version of my daily daydream material. Concepts ranged from Rowan being a 'minor death deity that Withers pulled into Toril' to 'Rowan can do a lot of things with the power of imagination and suddenly she's a Sister of Battle punching Steel Watchers or a cyberninja a la Cyberpunk getting the Party out of trouble.'

Anyway, Tags (Trying to update when I realize something should probably be tagged): Astarion x Tav (Rowan, not reader, human, agender AFAB but lets the team refer to them as female), Canon x OC, Isekai, Angst, All the Vampirism Warnings (Blood, Biting, etc.), Sexually suggestive situations, Allusions/Mentions of Suicide, Memory Loss, Gender Dysphoria

The group had infiltrated the goblin camp yesterday and decided to take a day to properly rest and come up with a plan. ‘Plan’ was a rather loose word, mostly consisting of “turn goblins into bloody pulp and ash” and bullshitting.

Rowan was, of course, still in a sour mood from her last encounter with Astarion. He was still doing his best to avoid her, lest she turn that icy glare on him again. Everyone noticed and he did a poor job of lying.

“Maybe you should come with us,” Karlach offered a little hopefully as she watched the others’ breakfast being made. “I find it pretty relieving to take out my bad mood on something squishy and gross like a goblin.”

“I think, perhaps, Rowan could talk to us first, instead of putting herself in harm’s way,” Wyll rebutted with a wry smile. “You know, it's been some time and we don't really know much about you.”

“Not much to tell,” she responded woodenly, stirring the potatoes she was frying.

“But where are you from? You're clearly not from Faerûn. But you can speak with us, so it can't be anywhere too exotic,” the Blade continued to ponder aloud. Gale scoffed.

“Ridiculous. You didn't see her when first we arrived on that abysmal shoreline. She was clearly plucked from Faerûn when the nautiloid went through some temporal shift between planes.”

“Heyyy,” Karlach started cautiously, holding up a warding hand towards the woman in question, “why are you almost as red as me? Are you alright?”

Rowan screeched. Loud, piercing, and feral. Everyone recoiled. Lae’zel half-drew a knife. With seething rage, the human hurled her spatula into the ground by her feet with enough force that it sank in a few inches with a satisfying shnk.

“You want to know if I’m alright?!” she screamed, looking them all in the eye, settling on Astarion’s for a few moments. “I am actively going insane, and you’re all compelled to make it worse!

“You’re right, I'm not from here. I don't even know where this place is in relation to where I'm from. Why am I terrified all the time? Why do I ask you dumb questions?” She pointed into the sky with a rage-trembling finger. “That's not my moon! Those aren't my stars! The only things that talk are humans. Elves, dragons, magic? Make-believe tales for children. The dead stay dead and they have nothing to say to us. The existence of God? Practically a matter of philosophy.

“As if it wasn't enough that I am in a place that I am wholly ill-equipped and untrained for, every day I wake up on this horrifying rock and forget a piece of what my life was like before. I have been standing here, making our food, while desperately trying to remember the faces and names of people I loved, the things I've done, the shit that makes me me, and you all come up and fucking prod me about stuff that means nothing to me. I spent our first week here debating the possibility that I've died and this is my own personal hell, which I didn’t believe in until I was being constantly tortured by this place. The person I shared most of my life with is just a shapeless fucking shadow now. I have almost completely lost the concept of who I am as a person. Nevermind that you” Rowan singled out Astarion with an accusatory finger “keep saying and doing things to me that make me want to peel off my own skin on a near-daily basis because for some reason I’ve now long forgotten, they trigger a deep-seeded revulsion at the concept of my having a corporeal form that I am unfortunate enough to still inhabit.

“So, to answer your question; no, I’m not alright! Make your own fucking last meal before you get eaten by goblins.” Rowan turned on her heel and confidently walked out of camp.

She was out of sight by the time anyone could speak.

“Do you think she’s telling the truth?” Gale asked, an inquisitive finger on his chin. “A world with no magic? How would that even work?”

“The worm has scrambled her senses,” Lae’zel said dismissively. “There is no reason to believe anything she says. You should have allowed me to put her down long ago.”

“But it would explain everything, wouldn't it?” Karlach uncertainly voiced, crossing her arms. “She didn’t even trust the vegetables.”

“I cannot imagine losing my very sense of being, surrounded by strangers in a strange land. And to not even have an inkling of combat training,” Wyll mused with a sad shake of his head.

“Well-” Astarion started, one emphatic hand frozen in the air and the other on his hip, before huffing in frustration.

“You were going to say ‘good riddance’, weren’t you?” Shadowheart teased with a sly smile. She knew he couldn’t say it.

The vampire sighed and lowered his hand. “It’s hard to say good-bye to a reliable meal that cleans its neck.”

“Are you crazy?!” Karlach cried, clenching her fists and furrowing her brow. Her fire blazed for a moment before she turned to gather her equipment. “We can’t let her go out alone!”

“Surely she’s coming back? She left her things,” Gale pointed out.

“Wizards really are idiots,” Karlach said over her shoulder with clear annoyance. “Rowan knows she won’t make it out there on her own! A bedroll isn’t going to change that.”

“The danger will either teach her to fend for herself or cull the weak,” Lae’zel pointed out before returning to her tent.

Karlach growled and made a rude gesture in the githyanki’s direction. Astarion also turned to leave, but the tiefling carefully pinched his shirt between her claws just briefly enough to tug him and ruin his balance. “No you don’t, you leech, you’re coming with me.”

“Why me?” Astarion whined, trying to see if she scorched his one decent shirt. “You might recall that she has been very unpleasant towards me lately. I don’t think this is the face that will win her back,” he argued, flamboyantly fanning his hands from below his chin to the sides of his face, smiling as he did so. The smile dropped, replaced by a glower as he flicked his hand in the wizard’s direction. “Take Gale.”

“Nope, you got the most to apologize for. Now put your leathers on and let’s go.”

In a few minutes they were on the road, just the two of them. Astarion debated whether or not Karlach was going to singe his ear off before he muttered, “This is ridiculous.”

“I know, deep down, you don’t mean that.”

Astarion scoffed. “How much complaining must I do before you lot realize that I don’t want to do good things?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you were a good person before Cazador?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with now.”

“You’ve had a hard go of it, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a dickhead to everyone.”

“This is probably a bad time to say that I’ve been letting you go in the wrong direction for the past 5 minutes?”

Karlach roared. Astarion veered a few steps away to avoid being burned. “What’s wrong with you?!”

Sheepishly, he started leading her in a different direction. “I think the answer to that should be quite obvious.”

Karlach stomped beside him for a bit before becoming visibly confused. “Wait, how do you know the right way?”

“I can smell her blood on the wind,” he answered theatrically, fingertips twinkling in the air like magic. Karlach’s eyes went wide in shock.

“She’s hurt already?!” Astarion rolled his eyes.

“No, darling, it’s just a vampire thing.” Karlach walked silently for a few more beats.

“Like one of those dogs that track something by its smell?” she asked rather innocently. Astarion bristled.

“No.” He eventually sighed in defeat. “Yes, like a scent hound.”

It wasn’t that long before they caught up to Rowan. They found her on the stretch of beach where she and Shadowheart had awoken and started this journey together.

“What is she doing? This isn’t that far from camp,” Astarion pointed out, almost a little miffed. “I thought she was going to find a dragon or something to gobble her up.”

“Looks like she’s fishing, big guy,” Karlach answered earnestly, unsquinting her eyes. “And you are going to go ask her how it’s going.”

Astarion huffed. “What if I mess this up? I’m going to mess this up. Apologies and caring aren’t exactly some of my strong suits.”

“Then I’ll drag her back. She might be a little crispy, but better than goblin food.” When Astarion started to argue, Karlach pointed a firm finger toward the beach. His shoulders sagged in defeat before he rolled them back to swagger with his usual self-importance.

The beach was an absolute mess. The forgotten bodies of dead fishermen were mostly bones, their flesh taken by both animals and the elements. Fetid piles of goo pooled under the nautiloid’s hulking tentacles. Thankfully, a breeze was pushing the smell away from them.

Rowan remained seated as he approached, but an ever-so-slight turn of her head indicated that she knew he was there. “I’ll be honest, you're probably the second-to-last one I expected to look for me.”

“Darling, I’m hurt.” He feigned a blow to his ego, but realized she couldn’t see. With a tone like a lady-in-waiting looking for something scandalous, he asked, “Who's the first?”

“Karlach,” she answered immediately.

“Well, she’s here too,” he said after a deflating huff. “Almost ruined my shirt dragging me out here.”

Rowan didn't respond, merely flicked the end of her fishing pole. Astarion could hear her breath change slightly for a moment before returning to normal. Actual normal, not that high-chested cornered-animal breathing she usually did. Her heart beat a steady rhythm in his ears.

“Fishing? Really? We thought you were looking for a way to kill yourself.”

“I liked fishing. I still remember that,” she told him calmly.

“I think I’d rather die,” he remarked before lowering himself onto a nearby rock that wasn't too dirty. A few moments passed in silence as he tried to figure out how this whole apology thing was supposed to work.

“What’s it like?” Rowan asked before he could even start to find the words. Red eyes flicked over to her, but her attention remained on the water. “Forgetting who you are?”

“Well, I lost myself all at once, so I’m not sure that it compares.” He also didn't like to think about it too much, but it kept coming up in conversations. The group had a way of doing that, making everyone slowly expose the most horrible shit that happened to them. “You had a point, though. The dark shape sitting in your memory. As if you might be able to squint hard enough to make sense of it, but you can't. It nags at you, that it's there and you can't get to it.”

She flicked the end of the rod again, a look of deep contemplation on her face. It eventually softened. “That first night you came to my tent, when I asked you not to stop? I'd forgotten my husband’s name. I spent all day trying to remember it. I was afraid I’d forget something else in my sleep.”

Astarion still didn’t understand why Karlach insisted he be the one to do this. Maybe he was capable of empathy and compassion when he was a mere elf, but life as a spawn had surely broken the part of him capable of relating to the plights of others. He didn’t feel the need to apologize for teasing her, because that was fun. They all did it to one another, why was she special? No one apologized to him for making barbs about his condition.

Although… When she pushed him off of her, when she screamed at them all and ran away, he was afraid. Afraid that Rowan would be gone for good. Not just afraid that he’d have to find some other necks to bite, but that he would no longer feel her warmth. She would no longer be there to admire him and he couldn’t spy on her in the mirror when she wasn’t looking. That cute little look of utter concentration, the nimble flicks of her fingers as she used some thoroughly practiced skill. Here she was, so focused and casual as she waited for her prey to strike.

It hurt when they made those jokes about him. Would he feel better if they apologized? It would have to be genuine. That was probably why he didn’t want to apologize. Astarion was a lie, a lure, and probably hadn’t been genuine in over 200 years.

“I’m sorry about the other day. When I pushed you,” she said, solemnly breaking the silence between them. “I wasn’t ready to accept that my old life was gone. You didn’t know that what you said would hurt so much.”

“I said something very cruel,” he responded after the initial shock wore off. “The circumstances only made it that much crueler. For once, I… I am actually sorry.”

“I’m glad I could be your first,” Rowan joked with a completely straight face. Astarion laughed loudly and if he hadn’t covered his eyes, he would’ve seen a broad smile spread across her face. When he was done, she swiftly pulled her line out of the water. “Come on, then. Who else is going to make dinner for those idiots?”

Astarion turned first to leave, only to find Karlach grinning and giving him two thumbs up. How embarrassing.

“So, we’re all good now?” Karlach asked excitedly as they approached.

“We’re all good now,” Rowan confirmed with a nod. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Karlach’s eyes went big like when Scratch begged for scritches. “It’s awful what’s happening to you. I still remember what it was like when I first ended up in Avernus. At least I could take my anger out on demons. All you have is a frying pan!”

Instinctively, Rowan tried to place a hand on the woman’s arm, and nearly did, but Astarion swatted the hand away before she could burn herself. Instead, she smiled up at Karlach. “Well, when Dammon can finally fix your engine, I'll be first in line for a hug.”

“You can count on it!”

They walked along, Karlach in front and Astarion bringing up the rear. Not that there was much danger the way Rowan fled, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

Karlach was humming to herself when Astarion sped up to walk beside Rowan. In a quiet voice, he asked, “Did you really mean that? That I make you want to… peel off your own skin?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s not about you,” she answered with a reassuring tone and a soft smile. “You’re the only one… touching me and pointing out the way I look and it just… reminds me that I’m in this body and I don’t like it. I would say that I’d rather be a ball of pure energy, but then I’d have Gale sucking on my neck.”

Astarion laughed loudly again. Karlach looked back at them and pouted. “What’s so funny?”

“Talking about how cute Gale is,” Rowan lied, only to be attacked with one of Astarion’s sharp elbows.

“Gods, don’t tell me you believe that,” he warned her, a defeated look in his eyes. Rowan shrugged.

“What? You’re all cute. Druids were cute. Those tieflings were cute. Bet there’ll be a lot of cuties in Baldur’s gate.”

Astarion glowered at her. “I am not. Cute. I’m gorgeous.”

“Aww, take the compliment, Fangs,” Karlach admonished him, her flames running hot like a blush. “I think it’s sweet. She’s never even seen an elf before and she thinks you’re cute, not disgusting.”

“Wyll showed me a picture of a kobold once. They looked pretty cute too.”

Astarion gagged loudly.

#astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #isekai #bg3 tav #Rowan OC #tw sexually suggestive situations #agender oc #original character #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw memory loss #tw gender dysphoria #titus writes #a non hero's guide

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Soulbonded

Promt 11: He/She is a criminal

Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst.

Summery: After the Battle of New York left you with new discoveries and a new hobby, you didn't excpect your team and friends to turn on you so quick.

“He’s a criminal” Natasha huffed, glancing at you in disapproval.

“He’s misunderstood” you cross your arms over your chest as you defend Loki. It had been a month since the battle of New York, where you had made eye contact with Loki during the fight only to then get your soulmark. There was no mistaking the new brand sitting on the inside of your wrist, it was Loki's name. In neat cursive writing sits the name Loki Laufeyson, at first you didn’t believe it and denied it was real. Only after the battle when Loki was cuffed and taken back to Asgard, did it really hit you that he was your soulmate and that you might never see him again.

In an attempt to feel closer to Loki after you accepted his status and your own as soulmates, you dive into anything norse mythology you could get your hands on. If you asked Thor he would for sure ask questions, besides he was still off world. Your new obsession with norse mythology didn’t go unnoticed by your teammate and sort-of-friend Natasha Romanoff. You say sort-of since Natasha didn’t really trust anyone, and it made the friendship a bit harder. Natasha’s trust issues must have been tingling or something, because suddenly she was confronting you about your new hobby. So you told her the truth, and she was not happy about that. But it was the one thing you took pride in yourself on, it was your honesty.

Which was how the conversation came to this intervention-like point, with Natasha trying to reason with you by highlighting all the bad that Loki did.

“Misunderstood, misunderstood!! you’ve got to be kidding me y/n. He killed 80 people in cold blood, prior to the bloodshed that was New York a month ago ” Natasha was getting frustrated nothing was getting through to you.

“He’s my soulmate”

The confession hung in the air for a while, before Natasha seemed to react. “Y/N!!! Listen to me. He is a bad man, who mind controlled our allies and killed countless people” Her voice was loud, and the sound attracted the other Avengers including Thor who got back minutes prior to update the team on Loki’s sentence.

“Yes but that was because of the scepter, where did he get it cause Thor said he relied on magic. Somebody must have given him it, and they could have mind controlled Loki. We wouldn’t be able to see it, cause we have never seen it before and Thor was never mind controlled.” At this point you were pacing back and forth while voicing your theori.

“You just think that because Loki is your soulmate” She yelled.

“Loki is your soulmate?” Thor’s voice piped up, alerting you of the others' presence. You spun around and took in all your team members' faces, and they all looked at you like you had somehow betrayed them. By the looks on their faces it didn’t seem to matter that you have no power over who is your soulmate, their looks all screamed: You are not welcome here anymore.

“Yes Thor, and I would like to see him please. Take me back with you to Asgaard” you calmly addressed the god of thunder. “But what of your family here?” Thor innocently asked. The question was innocent enough, the Avengers had come to be a bit like family. But the posture they held now screamed, ‘I’m ready for a fight’ hell, Tony had even fetched one of his repulsor beams and was pointing it at you.

“Look at them Thor, now they know. I’m not family to them anymore, clearly ” you huffed, and blatantly pointed to the repulsor aimed at you. Thor looked at you seemingly a little lost that the Avengers turned on you because of your soulmate, but maybe it was because the nature of soulmates was perceived differently on Asgaard. On earth soulmates were perceived as two people who were right for each other, and often shared interests. Whereas on Asgaard soulmates were perceived as two halves of one soul, where they were two often very different personalities paired together. Soulbonds.

The Avengers saw it as you sharing hobbies as soulmates were known for, meaning your moral compass was probably screwed and wouldn’t hesitate to stab them in the back. But Thor saw you in a new light, as a sister figure since you were his brother's soulbond, but also as the contrasting truth and honesty to Loki’s mischievous and deceitful personality. Two halves of a whole person. A flawed one as all living beings are.

“Of course sister, I’m sure All father will make an exception for you to stay on Asgard. Go pack your bags, while I update the team”

With that you left the room, conscious of the repulsor following you the time until you were out of view. Packing was quick, it had only been a month at the tower so your personal items were sparse. Everything after was mostly a blur, you kept silent. The Avengers weren’t as much your friends as you thought, if they were they wouldn’t question your integrity based on your soulmate. You were your own person.

When Thor arrived back on Asgaard with a companion Heimdall simply raised an eyebrow, before Thor nudged you and urged you to show Heimdall your wrist. After Heimdall had seen the name on your wrist he let you walk into Asgard, wishing you luck with your soulbond. Odin had not been pleased with your arrival, and had Frigga not been there and been ecstatic to meet her youngest son's soulmate, you were pretty sure Odin would have kicked you to the curb. After ensuring them that you meant no harm, and telling them you would not care how little or how much lodging they could spare as long as you could see Loki, Odin seemed more okay with it.

The way you spoke politely and respectfully, plus the comment about not caring for lodging seemed to make everyone warm up to you. To the Asgardians who witnessed it, you simply proved their beliefs in soulbonds. You were surely going to be honest and truthful in your relationship.

Frigga insisted on personally showing you your room, it was right across the hall from what used to be Loki’s room and was near the library as well. You thanked her before setting your bag into the room, and asking her to take you to Loki. Unpacking could wait.

Loki sensed his mother before he saw her, but for the first time since they had locked him up here Frigga wasn’t alone. The steps that accompanied his mother were light, most likely another woman and that peaked Loki’s interest. Nobody other than his mother had come to see him, the scorned, power hungry and deceitful second son, of their own free will. Loki listened to their conversation.

“Do you think he’ll accept me, All Mother, I mean I don’t even know if he knows who I am” A sweet angelic voice asked his mother.

“Of course he will, dear. Loki has always wanted to meet his Soulbond even if rarely admits it. But I know my son”

Soulbond. Loki’s Soulbond came to visit him, his soulbond had seeked him out. When Loki had first noticed the name on his wrist had appeared and he apparently had met his other half, he was still slightly under Thanos’ mind control. But as the Soulbond fell into pace as he was walking on Midgard, the mind control snapped and lost hold of him. He was almost sure his soulbond wouldn’t want to be with him, the chances of his soulbond being Midgardian looked to be high and his new reputation on Midgard was everything other than good.

Frigga was the first to appear in Loki’s field of vision, before the next figure emerged down the steps. It was a beautiful woman, stil clad in Midgardian clothes. Loki vaguely remembered her as one of the Avengers he fought on Midgard. Loki would have been terrified that she had come only to formally reject him and cut their bond, had he not heard her question to his mother.

Their gazes met and as they stared at each other, the air around them became filled with electricity. It was a good thing Frigga was with her, because her body began moving towards Loki. Her mind was foggy as if she wasn’t completely aware of her actions, she completely followed her instincts and gravitated towards the other half of her soul. The cage glass disappeared and reappeared to let y/n into the cell courtesy of Frigga, and darkened the glass so nobody could peek in before leaving to let the newly formed soul bond mates have their privacy.

Y/n’s mind seemed to clear once her hand met the softness of Loki’s cheek. Loki leaned onto the soft touch, one of the rare ones he got since it held no ill intentions. Loki turned his face and kissed his name on her wrist.

“Hi” you whispered, afraid that raising your voice would break the tender moment.

“Hi, my darling ” Loki greeted back, holding back the urge to kiss the breath out of you. But he needed answers to a question first, to quell his insecurities. “Are you alright with me being you bond”

His earnest question took you off guard for a second, before relaxing and giving him a blindingly sweet smile. You cupped his face with both your hands, and put your foreheads together so you could look him in the eyes.

“Of course Loki, you make mistakes we all do, it's a part of life. We were made for each other, and I chose to trust fate when it tells me that you, Loki Laufeyson is the one who will love me as much as I will love you”

It was impossible to lie to Loki, he was the god of lies, so when he sensed the truthfulness of your words. He stopped suppressing his urge to kiss you. Your lips meet in a bruising and passionate first kiss, the soulbond had taken longer to fully activate since you were on two different worlds, so all the unknowingly built up passion came forward in that kiss.

Loki let one hand land on your waist to pull you closer to his body, while his other hand came to cradle the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Your own hands had wandered off of his cheeks and into his hair. The kiss got softer but deeper, conveying all Loki’s longing for you. He had longed for years for his soulbond, and crossed his fingers they wouldn’t reject him.

Loki had you now, and he had no intentions of ever letting you go.

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