#i literally felt my legs almost crap out on me i was scared my joke that i wrote in the note i gave them was about to coke true 💀

[bonetrix-arts]

Still at the con but I just handed off these lil fellas to the drawfee crew :3

I considered doing all drawtectives but then I was like "but Luce though" so I pivoted. And you KNOW I had to include a rhino on Grendan's ;3

I also gave them this lil sketch

I'll have to post the print I made for Karina when I get back to my tablet hehehe

I'm so glad I came!!!!!!!! The panel was an absolute delight, I WILL be doodling some of the freaks presented in it later for sure.

I also got a couple of the gacha pulls, no Luce tho.... I will try again 💪💪💪

I need to go back anyways cuz I was shaking so much I forgot to have them sign the thing I brought. But it's fine because I got one of the risos >:3

[ptergwen]

love is more than a word

w/c: a very ouch 3.6k

warnings: so so so much angst and an unhealthy (ish) relationship

summary: after nearly four years together, peter has stopped trying

a/n: listen y’all i don’t know what came over me when i made this but i think it’s the saddest thing i’ve ever written? uh try to enjoy tho

-

you never thought this would happen, but you’re getting tired of peter. it isn’t your fault. that cliche it’s not you, it’s me line doesn’t apply here.

at first, you actually did find yourself believing the it’s me part. you’d came to the conclusion that you expect too much from peter. he goes to class, he works, patrols, sometimes parties, takes you out when he can. he’s got a lot going on for a full time college student, which is a busy life to lead on its own.

it’s why you don’t complain when he wants to spend the night in and order a pizza instead of cooking together like you’ve been wanting to try. it’s why every time your friends ask you two to hang, you have to reluctantly explain that peter is passed out at eight o’clock on a saturday.

there’s a lazy “wanna make out?” some nights, if peter isn’t yawning when he steps through the front door. even that has lost its enjoyment. kissing peter doesn’t give you the rush it used to, the taste of his strawberry chapstick not flooding your senses and intoxicating you. it’s become predictable. comfortable. boring.

peter is boring.

you’ve slipped into unspoken routine. say your hello’s, work on separate assignments in different rooms. peter eventually yells something like “babe, you hungry yet?” across the apartment, his passive way of asking you to make dinner. you usually order takeout because why make an effort if he doesn’t?

you might watch one of the ten movies peter has liked since before the start of your relationship. he’ll usually fall asleep during it. no surprise there. his overpacked schedule exhausts him, which you’ve talked to him about spreading himself too thin. peter is too nice and can’t say no, so this is where it leaves him.

the main reason you’ve stayed with him is that he can’t take care of himself. he’s clueless about paying the bills, sorting his laundry, simply remembering to drink water. peter wouldn’t be able to go a week without you. he even says it himself.

“crap, i totally forgot about these,” when you picked up his special ordered textbooks from your school library. “can food go in the garbage disposal?” a rare time you didn’t wash the dishes. “thank you, y/n/n. you’re literally a lifesaver,” whenever you do a task for him that someone in their 20s shouldn’t need assistance with.

you didn’t used to mind much. he watches over the city every night. you felt you should return the favor. spider-man could use some help, too. after the almost four years you’ve been together, peter has become completely dependent on you. it only got worse when you moved in together your junior year. you’re concerned how he’ll manage later in his adult life.

you’d think he’d be a little more passionate about your relationship considering how much he needs you. you know peter still loves you, of course he does. that’s not what the problem is. he’s become content with the mutual feeling, so he doesn’t try anymore. he expects the spark to keep itself lit.

no more random joke of the day texts that he used to send you. he stopped surprising you with your coffee order in the morning, the one that he memorized the first time you two went to a starbucks. what you initially found most endearing about peter was that he remembered every little thing you told him.

he put whatever energy he had into showing you that he listened. he’d do it all with rosy cheeks and that toothy smile of his. it seems now like he’s under the impression that being in a long term relationship means none of that matters anymore. there’s no need to impress you, keep you guessing, make you feel special.

tonight is your breaking point. as you go over all of this in your head while peter lays peacefully next to you, you can’t take it. you’ve been making so many excuses for him. you lie to yourself. you’re desperate to believe this is okay and normal and you can work this out, and you can love whatever version of him this is.

but, you can’t. you can’t do it. you need to tell him now because if you sleep on this, you’ll end up feeling bad and be stuck under these suffocating blankets forever.

“peter?” you whisper his name, your back turned to him in bed. you haven’t cuddled each other to sleep in a while. his arms don’t make you feel held now, they make you feel trapped. you’ve been forcing yourself to ignore his look of hurt when you reject his open embrace.

“peter?” you speak louder after a moment of silence, except for his occasional snores. a loud one escapes him before they stop altogether. his eyes stay shut as he mumbles out a, “uh... huh?” your heart is thudding through your entire body. you take a breath in from your nose. “i wanna break up.”

the breath you let out next is one of relief, those three words that have been scratching your throat for months finally out. peter slowly turns his head over his shoulder. he blinks rapidly at your motionless figure. you’re still not facing him.

“what?” is all he says. his voice is surprisingly steady, the confession not yet registering with his sleepy mind. his eyes are burning into you. “i wanna break up,” you repeat and squish your face further into your pillow. peter suddenly sits up, flicking on the lamp on his side. he tries to sling an arm around you. you move further away until you’re at the edge of the bed.

“i’m serious, peter. everything we had, it’s gone.” your words cut through him harder than literal knives he’s been stabbed with. “i- i don’t understand. where is this coming from?” he rakes a hand through his mess of curls. you turn onto your back, looking up at peter. his eyes are fixed on your lower half.

he’ll most definitely cry if he meets your eyes. he really doesn’t want to cry, not ever again when you won’t be here to make him feel better.

“it’s been coming,” you almost scoff at him as you prop yourself up against your pillows. peter’s teeth tug at his lower lip. “all we do is this.” you gesture to your bed, slapping your hand down at your side. “i get tired,” he speaks quietly, refusing to look at you. “i know you do, peter. i know, but you’d be a lot happier if you ever listened to me.”

your statement comes off as condescending to him. he works up the courage to look you in the face. “are you kidding? all you do is boss me around, and i take it. i’ve never once complained.” anger is coursing through his veins and voice. at the situation, that he’s about to lose the one stable part of his life. you’re getting pissed, too.

“that’s because you can’t do anything yourself!” you throw the blankets off you and swing your legs over the bed in one motion. peter hops out of bed entirely. “my whole life, i’ve been on my own half the time,” he spits as he comes over to stand in front of you. “sorry for taking you up on your offers to help.”

your peter would never spew that shit out. he wouldn’t guilt you for something he’s in the wrong about. this peter takes you for granted. he has no clue how fucked he’d be without you.

the first time you spoke to peter was on your way to history 227. you’d recognized him from your class, much more interested in the pretty boy taking notes with his tongue stuck out than whatever war your professor would lecture about.

he was carrying some books, a pencil case that didn’t fully zip, and a five subject notebook. you watched him do his balancing act through the halls until his legs started to wobble. a knowing smile on your face, you tapped his shoulder. it was a gentle one so you didn’t scare him and make all his things fall over.

“can i carry something for you?” you laughed out and pushed one of your backpack straps up on your shoulder. peter only stared at you, his doe eyes prompting you to reach for his pencil case. “uh, no, it’s fine. i got it. see?” he proved that to you by hiking everything up in his arms. he gave you a smile of his own.

“are you sure? we’re going to the same place,” you’d checked again and pointed at his impressive pile. “i’m not gonna steal your sharpies.” “really, i’m fine,” peter insisted with a heart clenching chuckle. “you can have one, if you want,” he offered and attempted to unzip his case, one handed. you put your hand over his to stop him.

“wait until we get to class,” you let go of him, leaving the tips of peter’s ears a shade of pink you’d later fall in love with. “i’ll sit with you.”

peter was once determined to do things on his own, to be self-sufficient. it used to be something he was proud of. now, he’s completely incapable of holding his independence.

“we’re done, peter.” your tone is short, you getting to your feet. “you’d probably forget how to fucking breathe without me, but call it bossing around, i guess,” you laugh bitterly and go over to your drawers. peter’s face falls as he grabs your wrist, stopping you when you pass by him. “where are you going?”

no answer. you pull yourself out of his grasp with your lips pressed into a stern line. peter follows you step by step over to the dresser. “wait, wait. don’t leave, baby. please,” he begs you, getting onto his knees beside you. you’re pulling random clothes out as quick as you can. a science t-shirt peter outgrew is in your hands.

peter used to give you all his old clothes. the signature smell of his cologne lingered no matter how many times you washed them. they kept you calm on nights he was out late patrolling or away on missions. peter would sport a smirk whenever you wore them out in public, pulling you closer to him and complimenting the look.

it started when he was packing for his first mission since you two had begun living together. he’d realized he became too buff to fit in some shirts. remembering how many times you’d giggle at their funny sayings, peter gave them to you. you threw one on and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. it became your tradition.

peter would set off for a new continent, but a piece of him would stay home with you.

the stretched out hoodies and ripped sweatpants just sit in your drawer now. another meaningful thing discontinued. whatever he doesn’t want goes to may for donations now. the memory of what they used to mean to you makes a fit of rage burst through you.

you slam down his ‘find x’ shirt in the space between his knees and yours. you’re on a mission of your own this time. you aren’t going anywhere until you get rid of all the stuff that went from him to you.

“y/n, don’t do this. i- i love you. i love you.” peter chokes out, tears filling his eyes. his vision is clouded while you toss more clothes to your side. “i love you, y/n/n,” he whimpers again, and this time you briskly push the drawer shut. the whole dresser shakes. this is the most emotion either of you have shown in the past few months of your relationship. it’s a little too late.

“love is more than a word, peter. you have to back it up with actions.” you’re doing your best not to cry. the memories of how loved peter made you feel play in your mind. he briefly wipes under his eyes and shakes his head. he’s so oblivious. “i thought i- i did.” “exactly, you did. you gave up at some point.” your voice gets weaker as a tear drips down your chin.

you didn’t plan on breaking down when you imagined this moment. part of you wishes you could give him another chance. most of you knows it wouldn’t do any good for you or peter. you’re not right for each other anymore. he outgrew some sweatshirts, you outgrew him.

that takes you all the way back to it’s not you, it’s me. it’s really both of you.

for the last time, you pull peter in for a hug. the two of you need this. he loops his arms around your back, keeping them loose around you as he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re a mix of tears and sharp breaths with your chin on his shoulder. you bring a hand up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of curls.

he sobs right into your ear, effectively destroying whatever composure you had left.

even though you’re not in love with peter, you haven’t stopped loving him. somewhere inside of him is the goofy boy who asked you out on a post-it during class. the kindhearted man who gave so much of himself to the world and saved enough for you. the one whose fingertips left goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

seeing him like this, having caused it feels like a dull pain rippling in every part of your body. you’ve been there to soothe him during countless breakdowns over the years. you managed to stay strong for all of them. this is the only exception. he lost people, felt down about life, made mistakes. you were there to pick up each piece and put them back together.

the one mistake peter made that you can’t fix is not loving you right. you became his rock, his anchor whenever he let grief and sadness rule over him. you’d get him back to himself. he could’ve at least bought you flowers once in a while, or done anything that showed his gratitude. every iteration of awful put together isn’t enough to describe how he feels.

“i’m so- i’m so fucking sorry, baby. i don’t deserve you. i never have,” peter murmurs as he cries, wetting your skin that his face is still pressed into. your fingers pull roughly at his hair. hot tears overflow from your own eyes. “i should’ve done more.” his voice cracks on the last word. “that’s all i wanted to hear, pete,” you breathe out and pull away from him.

“does that mean you’ll stay?” he croaks, arms still wound around your body. his eyes are hopeful when they lock with yours. a frown pulls at your lips. “only for tonight. i should... one of us should sleep on the couch.” “oh,” his voice is gravelly, so he clears his throat. “i’ll do it.” you’re not going to fight him on it for once.

peter removes his arms from your waist, you sitting back down on your thighs. you give him a blink and you’ll miss it smile because you can’t keep one for long. it’s to let him know you’re not mad. you were at the start of this conversation, then he took accountability. you also came to terms with the fact that the downfall of your relationship was a joined effort.

there are more factors than peter not giving you what he should have. time, different goals, new outlooks on life. you can’t hate only him because a whole bunch of things lead to this.

instead of a smile, since he physically can’t put one on his splotchy face, peter brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of your lips. he gets up to leave the room, but you stop him with a “wait!” he freezes in front of you. you get out a hoodie from his pile of old clothes and stand up. “it’s cold.” you put it in his hands, earning a grin that he didn’t think was possible.

“thanks, y/n,” peter sighs and holds the hoodie against his chest. “goodnight. um,” this is the part where he’d usually say i love you. “sleep well, okay?” the replacement stings for both of you. you’ll have to learn to fall asleep without hearing that phrase first. as much as you didn’t feel it anymore, you’d become used to it. “you too, peter. night,” you say softly.

you head back to your bed while peter walks out the door. he glances at you once, and you’re already settling under the covers. he shuts the door behind him before finding his way to the couch.

your bed has always seemed too small. it’s gigantic without peter. you aren’t sure how you feel about that yet.

peter lays across the couch, the hood that doesn’t quite fit him pulled over his head. he’s only wearing it because you gave it to him. you doing that not even five minutes ago was how you backed up your love with actions. it’s so easy. silent tears spill from his eyes at the realization.

he wishes on every star that he could’ve figured out he wasn’t doing enough sooner. you’d be together right now, had he just caught on. there was a time he prided himself on knowing you fully and completely. how to turn you into the shy one with certain combinations of words, what your schedule was each week so he could plan his free time around it.

your relationship became something he thought would last unconditionally. if only he was able pinpoint the exact moment he went wrong.

you’re right in the other room. he can go in there and bawl, plead for you to take him back. how could he do that and claim to love you, though? you’ve made it clear you‘re over him.

the best way for peter to show you he loves you is by letting you live your life, without him in it.

-

you don’t see peter again for weeks. he moved back in with may, and you got to keep the apartment. you were the one who took all the care of it, anyway.

your semester ended at the perfect time because peter isn’t in any of your new classes. the city is too big to bump into each other. you’re free from the hold he had on you, which would’ve been four years long since yesterday. you’ve been good at picking up his broken pieces for too long, and now it’s time to pick up your own.

for all the hangouts you missed on his behalf, you made up for it. you called mj the day after your breakup and met for lunch. she never explicitly said it, but she took your side. peter had a feeling because when he had the same idea as you, to lean on his friends for support, she never reached out.

betty is indifferent, ned stays cordial with you. his real loyalty is to peter. you can’t blame him.

peter hasn’t been doing well since you broke up. he’s not eating enough, he can’t focus on work of any kind. you were right when you said he would forget how to breathe without you. he often wonders how you’ve been.

he finds out today.

you’re walking around campus, heading in the direction peter just came from. he has a class in the building your last one was. the two of you are on the same sidewalk, opposite sides. he almost doesn’t recognize you.

mj is on one side of you, a guy he’s never seen before with an arm around your shoulders. you’re all laughing about whatever dumb thing your professor said during the lecture. your hair, which is done in a new style, flows behind you in the spring breeze. a smile takes place on your glossy lips. the smile is directed towards that guy. your new boyfriend, peter assumes.

you look amazing, and not only physically. you seem happy with your small group of people. peter hadn’t been able to give you that happiness in years, so it’s nice to see you got it back somehow.

he must have stared too long because you notice him. you fall behind mj and your potential boyfriend, both of them wrapped up in discussing your next project. peter stops walking. you do the same. he’s not sure if he upset you, or what’s going on. his instincts tell him to apologize. his mouth stays closed.

that infectious smile of yours appears once again. you thought about peter yesterday, it being your anniversary and all. you’d only let yourself remember the good things. they outweighed the bad ones when you look back on everything.

“aye, grandma! get over here!” mj calls to you, your boyfriend nudging her side. “take your time, y/n/n. i’m not in a rush to write seven long ass pages.” you laugh to yourself at the two of them. peter fiddles with the zipper on his jacket. it’s from the drawer of things you used to wear. “one sec!” you yell back.

“hey,” you turn to face peter, who’s giving you a tight lipped smile. “how’ve you been?” “i’m okay. just, you know,” he shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back. there’s a short silence before peter says, “you seem good. really good.” he smiles for real this time. “yeah, i am. i hope you are, too,” you tell him and genuinely mean it.

you’d like to catch up soon, but it’s not right yet. you both need more time. “i’ll see you around?” you’re already starting to walk, backwards so you can see peter. “uh, sure. bye,” he gives you a quick wave and continues on his way.

you get back to mj and your boyfriend, his arm returning to your shoulders. they waited for you by the stoplight. “what’d ya get up to over there?” he teases, mj suspiciously watching your face for any tells. you carefully think through your answer with a grin. “love.”

[beann-e]

Haikyu! boys reacting to their s/o flinching during an argument

Karasuno boys reacting to their s/o flinching

Tsukishima

“ what’s the problem are you serious are you not even understanding why we’re here in the first place“

“ oh I understand—really but I just don’t care “ he moved to think before speaking

“ I actually don’t think i’ve ever had one of those cares when I hear you talk “

you fumed “ i’m so so sick of this Tsukishima i’m so sick of everything having sarcasm in it —you can’t be serious for two seconds “

he moved to throw up a peace sign before his fingers dropped one by one “ is that two seconds — i’m not sure if you meant literally because according to you I look like a grade school swim team member who doesn’t know basic communication skills”

you felt your throat beginning to hurt you’d been screaming with him for hours over his comments he’d made about the cake you ate earlier

as soon as you sat down on the couch he spoke telling you

‘ babe maybe you should’ve saved that cake for later I can feel the extra weight weighing down mine and your side of the couch ‘

“ I can’t be serious no you can’t be serious — you fucking told me that your sorry i’m so skinny that my legs look like toothpicks in the shorts that you bought me “ he screamed

“ you bought them on purpose they were a size large you know i’m a size small you just wanted to be fucking funny “

you scoffed as you two were now standing in the kitchen while he was cooking dinner. His body turning to look down on you.

you could never say tsukishima got mad at you he never did he would just get really annoyed and make more sarcastic comments then he did in his free time but right now you couldn’t figure out what was so different about him

About his voice

About his body that was making him seem like the boss at the end of a video game you just couldn’t beat

“ i’m just really tired of everything being turned into a slick comment with you tsukki and then you can’t even say a shitty sorry you just look at me like i’m crazy “

he sighed as he looked away “ look baby— “ he pushed up his glasses that were threatening to fall

“ i’m really sorry for all the mean , awful , accurate , things I said “

your body went hot as you screamed “ THATS NOT A FUCKING SORRY “

“ well why the hell would you think you’d get one from me “

he screamed at you backing you up eyes still downcast on you

“ you —annoying —child —every fucking five seconds your complaining about something now it’s how I talk ? before it was how I don’t show you enough physical affection in public are you serious “

you heart quickened as his body jerked at you almost threatening you “ what else do you want from me huh “

“ want me to fuckin—“

you closed your eyes and your body moved on instinct to cover your face body sinking into itself in a hole before standing up trying to protect yourself as the loud clack went through the house

Your breathing fast as you had all the worse possibilities move through your head that was rattling along with your body in fear

“ aw damn — their cracked anyways we gotta figu—“

his voice stopped as he came face to face with your covered body “ a-are you dancing or something why the fuck are you —“

then his thoughts clicked as his blurry eyes ran over the way your arms were above your head and body tucked in as if trying to limit the pain you would feel wherever he touched you

“uh “ he coughed as you relaxed looking at the male with wide eyes as you spoke

“ no I didn’t —I didn’t think “

“ um — so i’m not gonna take offense and instead i’m just gonna “

he moved to sit his glasses on the table before his hand grabbed your head forcefully and pushed you into his stone cold chest your body flaring up and shaking

“ yeah you totally did —I wasn’t sure because I can’t see but yeah you did “

“ I - — I didn’t mean to —it was just so loud I thought — and you were yelling “

“ I would never hit you — I would never ever hit you with anything except my beautiful words “

you pushed out of his chest with a small smile trying to seem upset “ your still joking after something like that “

“ well i’m not a soft person what do you expect I mean I feel bad really bad but — “

“ I know I know — it’s better to make jokes than make it sad and make the both of us feel uncomfortable “

he moved his head down to kiss you softly “ I promise you it was just my glasses falling I would never hurt you y/n no matter if we fight or not “

he scoffed “ I love you and all that other crap blah blah “

you ran away with your hands to your ears “ no no I feel like you just put a curse on me — you’ve hugged me , kissed me , apologized and told me you love me all at one time I have to call yams and get an exorcist over here “

he scoffed “ just call Hinata his non stop talking could pass as an exorcism “

you smiled as he whispered small apologies in your ear all night the both of cringing when he would say them knowing he hated you feeling that way but also hating how the word sorry rolled off his tounge

Hinata

“ Great king that Great King this — I must beat The king — I have to beat this person and that person your always beating someone Hinata “

you cried as you stood fighting with him in the gym as he had sweat running down his forehead

you’d originally came here to watch him play a game between a team he had yet to beat that he told you they’d practiced for months to win.

Only for them to lose In a straight set of 2 that caused him to stay after and continue to practice in the same spot all night

You being the loving s/o you were decided to stay with him

only for him to take your kindness for granted and practice at the gym until 3 in the morning letting you wake up to the constant thump of the ball against the wall and your body shivering on the bench while he wore his jacket

“ DID YOU EVEN NOTICE I FELL ASLEEP “

“ of course I did “

“ then why didn’t you give me your jacket —babe I woke up freezing “

“ because I wanted it too— if I gave you my jacket what would I wear was I suppose to freeze “

you knew all rationality was thrown out the window when Hinata lost a match and right now that’s exactly what was happening

“ you can’t keep expecting me to put you first — it’s stupid “

he raised his voice “ the only thing i’ll put first is this ball in my hands and you may come in third to my team other than that — I don’t know what you want from me “

“ I want you to understand i’m here too —not just that lifeless ball Hinata “

he screeched at your words “ it’s not fucking lifeless”

“ I worked hard for this I worked hard for everything when I pick up that ball I put my energy into it when I —“

his hand outstretched as you sunk to the floor ears covered as you ducked into your knees hearing the loud smack moved to every corner of the room

“ that’s me putting life into the bal—baby where’d you go—if this is you telling me to stop—ok I get it I need to calm down “

he looked around the gym eyes finally searching the floor for the ball he’d thrown until they landed on your huddled figure

“ babe what —why are you on the floor come on its dirty get off “ you shook at his voice

“ w—why are you so scared I don’t understand come on stand up y/n “

you tried to calm down your body knowing you couldn’t tell him what just happened you knew Hinata wasnt innocent but you still didn’t want to break his heart not tonight not more than it already was argument or not

you moved to stand up as he grabbed the ball and threw it harshly to the wall for a second time

your body reacting out of control as it thought back to that moment of fear you had seeing him that angry at you and the same noise that followed after

“ y/n-chan did you just—“ his eyes creased “ baby why did you “

he said quietly thinking “ baby who hurt you “

his voice was concerned as he raced to you who shook a bit at his changing emotions taking a shaky step back to get away from him his eyes falling as he finally realized softly speaking

“ o-oh I hurt you “

he sat thinking as he pulled your arms from your face slowly “ I—i’m so sorry I don’t —it was the ball really it was the ball it went woosh and so I went weee to go get it I swear “

you straightened up cursing your body for reacting the way it did “ I didn’t mean to scare you that way I just —I was upset over a match and wanted to prove a point “

he moved to hug you tightly “ I’m so greatful for you and so lucky to have someone who would even stay with me for over 7 hours in a gym hearing nothing but loud noises and echoes —someone who’d fall asleep on the cold floor because they love me so much “

he hugged you tighter kissing your head repeatedly whispering the same line over and over “ i’d never hit you —i’d never hate you or be mad at you “

your tense nerves leaving as you sighed out wrapping your arms around his body “ I —I know and i’m sorry “

“ nothing to be sorry for I do need to put you first and I will from now on —I will “

he pulled you back as he spoke “ i’ll start putting you first and taking your needs into account and you start speaking up and saying no to me instead of doing everything I do or want you to do “

he smiled as he held his pinkie out “ promise baby? “

you shook your head in a yes smiling up at him “ promise “

[typewriting101]

you’re safe here.

pairing: tony stark x reader

warning: anxiety, abuse, fluff <3

word count: 2.5k

genre: fanfic romance

⟶ summary: your past is filled with dark hidden trauma, and Tony is right there when it get to be too much

a/n: i just watched the first avengers and i swear something about tony in that– so i came up with this :) I’ve had some personal things going on, and related to this in some ways so i hope if you’re reading it helps you too. xx

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The soft, nighttime, breeze fell through the open doors leading to your little balcony. It moved your white curtains elegantly around your bedroom, as you tossed and turned in your silk covers. Any other night this would’ve been perfect.

Any other night.

Tonight your head was filled with thoughts, too many at that. You haven’t left your room all day, The Avengers had a mission. You were only Tony Stark’s assistant, so you never went on those. You helped him with Stark Industries, so much he had asked you to stay at the Tower with him and his team. You accepted and the others love you. You sort of were a family, you always wanted a happy family.

A happy family. Your heart started beating fast, and you tried to blink away the thought in your mind.

Your real family.

You sat up, sweating. The Avengers didn’t know about your past, and to be fair, you didn’t want to tell them. Everyone considered their family the one right here.

The Tower family.

The Avengers Family.

But what about your real one?

You threw your head back and smoothed away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You could feel it, the familiar inability to sit still, the circle of thoughts deep in motion, rapid heart rate, sweating, nausea.

Crap.

It was definitely an anxiety attack.

Your eyes began to fill up with tears. Why couldn’t you just control your thoughts like any other decent person? Why did you have to live the rest of your life like this?

The rest of your—?

You got out of bed. “The more I think, the worse I’ll be. Calm down y/n.” You said to yourself. You walked across your room in Thor’s old shirt, which despite being too small for him, fit you like a nightgown.

You opened the door and felt the coolness of the tower hit you. It grew hot in your room right under your nose. You shivered as it hit your bare legs and feet, and you closed the door behind you.

You walked to the kitchen and poured yourself some water, when you heard the echo of a clanking sound, followed by a cuss word.

“Tony.” You thought in your head with a slight smile. You felt the nausea creep up again and you slammed your cup, accidentally. It didn’t break thank god, but you didn’t want to wake anybody up.

“Whatchya doing, Rapunzel?” A voice asked behind you.

You spun around to see Tony, leaning against the wall of the open-spaced kitchen with a smirk.

“Rapunzel?” you questioned, knowing Tony has nicknames for everyone in this tower.

“Sure, you’ve got the most hair out of everyone here. Well, second to me of course.” He added, shoulders shrugging sarcastically.

You looked down and smiled slightly at the ground.

His smirk however, slowly worked his way off his face. “Why are you up? It’s witch hour you know. Better watch out, scary thing.” His voice dripped in a joking sarcasm, making you smile softly to yourself again. He waltzed over to the counter, confused, picking up your glass of water, holding it in his crossed hands over his chest.

“I just came for that.” You sighed, pointing at the cup he held. You felt him looking at you, as he set it down again, but you didn’t look at his eyes. “Why are you up?”

“Blueprints for a new sustainable energy program. Plus, I thought I’d repair some slight damage on my suit.” he said it like it was nothing, snapping his fingers while clasping his palms. He watched you nod, still getting no real personality from you. “Wanna see?” he asked.

You nodded, you’d take anything to get this weight off your chest. Your heart dropped at the thought, and your walk wavered. What was worse is Tony saw you.

“Woah there, you alright?” he asked concerned. You nodded at the ground and you felt his hand on your back, guiding you to the elevator without a word.

You hated when Tony was silent. It meant he was thinking way more than usual, or he was upset. You moved your eyes to him, he was dead staring at the elevator doors as you went down, his hand still on you.

You looked at the floor again and bit your bottom lip, he was definitely thinking, and that makes you nervous.

The doors opened. He led you with his hand over to his papers on his glass tech-table and his suit on display to the side. He stared at you as you looked his research and blueprints over. He watched as your skin got paler, and you tried to hide in your large shirt from the silence.

“It’s nice.” you whispered. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even know what you were reading.

“Binary.”

“What?”

He sighed, sitting in the chair you were standing next to. “Everything is written in binary code right now, sweetheart. Bare minimum blueprint for the system. You don’t know Binary, it's computer language.” you could feel that gaze again, he was analyzing you.

“Oh.” you said softly, lost in thought. “Sorry.” You looked over your shoulder at the elevator, then turned your body to walk towards it.

You didn’t even take your first step and Tony’s hands were around your waist, slowly spinning you to his direction. “Hey now, don’t leave.” he whispered.

You looked at him for the first time. “Y/n, what’s going on up there in that cute little head of yours.” his one hand on the side of your head, thumb gracing your temple.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing that he is a literal genius and would see through it.

He hummed a disapproving sound. “No, don’t do that. You’re paler than the moon and look more lost than a puppy, sweetheart.” your eyes slowly began to fill with tears, and Tony’s eyes widened.

You felt him tug at your waist and pull you close to him as he swooped you into his lap on his chair. Your legs hung off the side of his left one and your arms wrapped around his neck.

You couldn’t hold it in as you cried harder than you ever have in your entire life, you have never let your guard down. If you couldn’t trust your family, could you trust the world?

To be honest, Tony was terrified. He had never seen you shed a single tear, and he was desperate to know what shook you so badly.

“Honey–” he whispered, one hand on your back. The other went to your head, your soft hair surrounding it.

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, almost inaudibly. He felt you lift your head out of his neck, and you were zoning out again, looking at god knows what behind him.

He rested his cheek on your damp one, his hand on the other side of your face. He kissed you at the soft skin he saw and could smell your delicate scent when he did. “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything.”

You took a breath and slowly lifted your head, embarrassed. He moved your hair behind your ear, “Don’t think you’re going to leave without talking to me.”

He looked at you with such patience, as if he’d wait years to hear what you had to say. You took a deep breath and began slowly.

“I never knew how much I could be loved by people around me… until I met The Avengers.” you began slowly. You felt a tear grace your cheek, but Tony was quick to wipe it away.

“You've asked me about my family before, and I always shut it down, or laughed it off… because-“ you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Tony’s hands found your arms, his fingers feathering up and down along your skin.

“Because I’m scared of them.” you whispered.

You were sitting on Tony’s lap, so when you saw Tony tense, you could actually feel it. Every muscle in his body tightened, even his grip on you.

“What do you mean they scare you?” he asked, the octave of his voice lowering, dangerously.

“Tony I don’t think–“

“Tell me.” his grip tightened harder. It wasn’t painful at all, he’d never hurt you. It felt protective, you were feeling safe.

“They- they are-” your heart began to beat fast. Tony knew and grabbed your hand, and set it on his arc reactor so you could feel his heart, his other hand moving up your back to your neck, massaging it.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, y/n.” He whispered. He saw your breathing slow and he watched you talk as if you were the most extraordinary thing in the world.

“They were great growing up. Just, one day– one day a switch flipped. I’ll never forget it. I became their target, Tony.” Your voice cracked at his name, but you pulled yourself together.

Tony’s heart dropped when you said his name like that. It was almost a beg, or a desperate call for help. He was aching in pain and outrage as you spoke, his hands finding your waist and tightening them again.

“They would manipulate me. One minute they loved me, the next I’m the center of their games. They’d tell me how proud they were of me, and as soon as I let the pain go, they would start all over again. It would eat me alive, and the memories still do. They’d always end things with ‘I love you’ but they never did. They... they never will.”

You could feel the anger radiating off of Tony. You looked up and saw his face was even a little flushed and his jaw was tense. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were narrowed at the ground.

You both sat in silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes widened from his voice, it sounded guilty. “I could’ve done something.”

“Tony, you–“

“Y/n, you've only lived at the tower for months, not years. You’ve been dealing with this while you’ve known me?” his eyes staring deeply into yours, hoping to God you said no.

You only nodded.

“Oh my God. Y/n, that’s abuse. I- they’ve hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I–“ he ran his fingers in his hair, frustrated.

“Tony, I didn’t want anyone to know. I’ve told people in the past, but people don’t understand. Some thought I was dramatic and others told me I was ruining my own happiness and I was lucky to have a family.”

“Families don’t do that.” he snarled, thinking of someone purposely shattering your heart.

“Which is why I told you, after all this time. I could have told you that my anxiety was bad, because it triggers it. But I told you the truth. I trust you, Tony.”

You took a breath as his features softened, making your stomach flutter.

“I just- i just wanna keep you safe, sweetheart. That’s all I want. The thought of someone coming at you–“ his grip tightened again. He leaned his head against your body, his head hitting your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, as he locked his toned arms around you, squeezing you close to him.

You trust him. You could tell him.

“They tried to call me.” you whispered.

He sat up quickly, “What?”

“It’s why I couldn’t sleep. They are trying to get me to leave. They threatened me... with you.” you sighed, still playing with his hair.

“Come again?” he asked in fury, his hands subconsciously running up and down your back.

“They threatened to ruin your company. They’ve been trying to get me to leave. It started off with social media, liking all my things and trying to butter me up. Then messages saying hateful things about me, then they started calling and I never answered, their voicemails have been so brutal.”

You took a deep breath and expressed your fears, “Tony, I never gave them my number. I changed it when I left. I blocked them on social media, I don’t know how they are finding me. What if they end up here? What if they–“

Tony’s fingers traced over your cheekbones. “I’m not letting them anywhere near you. Technology’s my thing, sweetheart. I’ll get rid of them real quick.”

“But what if-”

He shushed you kindly. ”Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. You don’t have to think about it.”

He tugged at your waist again and pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran through your hair as he felt your shaky breath. You were terrified, you wanted to love them. Every family practically loves each other, but you never got to be one of them. Tony’s stomachs turned, thinking how many nights you fell asleep alone and scared in your own home, how you felt heartbroken not being loved, how you even cried here and who knows how long that went on before he heard that loud bang in the kitchen you caused, and caught you.

He squeezed you tighter. “I promise y/n, you should be loved. You are loved. I’ll protect you from them, from anything. God, I promise you I’ll always be here. Will you let me love you?”

You felt his heart hammering against yours. You looked at him, his cheeks with a slight blush, nervous of your answer. A real but soft smile came across your elegant features, he smiled brightly as you played with his hair, and moved your hand to trace his nose, cheeks, and jawline. You let your hand rest there, and you leaned in to kiss him.

Tony Stark; Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, was practically swept off his feet by the softness of your kiss. It wasn’t steamy, it was overly passionate. It was pure, and just right. The cushioned lips of yours against his. The softness of your hands still tracing his jaw. He wouldn’t trade anything for this moment.

You let go, to his great disliking. But a smile lit up his features when you spoke, “Yes. I’d love that very much, Tony.”

He saw a glimpse of fear as you looked towards the elevator. “Do… you want me to go?” You asked, timidly.

“No.” Tony said, with zero hesitation. He turned the chair with the two of you in it, flipping through his papers so he doesn’t blush again. “I told you I’m protecting you. You’re in no state to go anywhere without me.”

You look at him, eyes full of shock and realization. He looked at you, surprised at your cute expression. “What, you really thought I was going to make you leave?” he sassed. “Not that I’m mad, but why the cute face?”

You opened your mouth, and for a moment nothing came out. He set his hand on your back, “Y/n?” he said in a confused but cautious tone.

“So this is what it feels like to not be afraid anymore.” you said, a quiet tone of amazement and gratefulness lacing in your sentence.

Tony grabbed your head and kissed you quickly, a little harder than last time, and then instantly pulled you into him tightly.

“I’ll never let you forget that feeling. You’re safe here, y/n. I’ll always keep you safe.”

You relaxed into his warm body, your head on his strong shoulder. The glow of the arc reactor in his chest, just visible through the darkness of your now closed eyes. You heard him moving his papers and the sound of his typing on his tech-table, his one hand never leaving you. You opened your eyes and saw a holagram in front of you and recognized the image. He connected to your phone and was reading the messages from your family. You felt him grip you again, and he somehow found a location tied to the phone number that messaged you. You saw him type some strange numbers, and a satellite image of a house appeared. You knew that was your relatives house, and you knew he’d track them all down within seconds. It calmed you, knowing you were safe, so you close your eyes again. You heard the clicking of him gripping a pen in between his teeth, and the soft whirring of his suit beside you, as he scribbled something down. Then, you heard an approving ding from his table.

The soft sounds lulled you to sleep, and you felt one last kiss on your forehead before you fell into a real sleep, for the first time in a long time. You knew something real about your life for the first time:

You’re safe here.

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[plaidbooks]

Dark Secrets: Secrets Exposed

A/N: Here’s chapter two of vampire!Sonny, and boy oh boy is it a doozy. I have another one planned, but it won’t be for the bingo. Also, the reason this is jumping around so much is because it’s an arc; Karen and I can come back at any time and fill in gaps with short chapters/drabbles.

Anyways, this covers the Monster square in @adarafaelbarba​ moodboard bingo!

Tags: smut, rough p in v sex, blood (is it blood play if he drinks it?), biting kink, marking/bruising skin, squirting

Words: 3105

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Three months. They were the longest three months of your life. Sonny never contacted you, and you worried about him every day. Was he compromised? Hurt? Dead? You had no way of knowing, and it kept you up at night. He had to be okay, right? You’d feel if he was hurt, you knew it in your heart.

You were also upset with yourself; the last conversation you had with him was…hard. Why didn’t you just wait a day, tell him how much you loved him instead? And now, what if it was too late to tell him?

There was a knock at your door, and you braced yourself for the worst. But when you opened it to find Sonny standing there, a sheepish smile on his face, you felt such relief that you cried out before launching against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! I’m so happy you’re okay,” you exclaimed, pulling him to you in a deep kiss.

He kissed you back just as fiercely, walking you backwards into your place. “I’ve missed you,” he muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

You wrapped a leg around his waist, scratching at his back, and he groaned. You needed him, now more than ever. You wanted him so desperately. But still, he hesitated.

“W—wait a moment, doll,” he said, panting. You gently released him, looking up into his face. His eyes were blown with lust, a mirror to your own. “We need to talk.”

You gave him a sultry smile, leaning against him. “It can wait,” you replied before kissing his neck.

Sonny groaned again, melting under your mouth as you continued to kiss and suck his neck. “N—no; stop, please.” You stopped your assault, leaning back to look at him. “It can’t wait, I’m sorry, doll.”

You moved to sit on your couch, and Sonny stood in front of you, determined to stay slightly away from you. “What is it, Sonny?”

“First of all, what I’m about to tell you is illegal; we’ll have to fill out all the paperwork later. Second, I’m going to talk, and I want you to listen; it’s a lot of information to get through,” he said.

You weren’t sure what to make of his demeanor “Is everything okay? You’re scaring me, babe.”

“It will be, just…just listen.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I lied about the UC; I wasn’t undercover the past three months.”

“What?!” you yelled in confusion; why did he lie? What was he hiding?”

“Please, let me explain; I spent the past three months in a cabin upstate, alone. I…I wanted to sit and really think about our relationship, about what I feel for you. And I—I love you. I love you so much more than I could ever say. You’re the one I want to spend eternity with. I’ve—I’ve never felt like this with anyone before; sure, I’ve had past lovers over the years, but nothing compared to you. I love you, everything about you, your spirit, your intellect, all of it,” he concluded.

You blinked at him. Was he…proposing? After lying about where he was? “Why lie, Sonny? I would’ve understood if you needed some time.”

“Because I—I wanted to make sure I was alone; I’m not done.” He took yet another deep breath, his piercing blue eyes locking to yours. “I wanted to make sure I could tell you this, without the fear of a…scene.” You rose an eyebrow, and he softly said, “I’m not human, doll. I’m a vampire.”

You blinked at him. “A vampire? Like Dracula or—”

“Oh, Dracula is a bunch of crap; a fictional story written by a human. I’m a real vampire; I have fangs, drink blood to survive, live forever unless I’m killed—”

“I don’t see how this is different than Dracula yet,” you replied, stifling a chuckle.

Sonny’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “I’m being serious, here! It’s also highly illegal for me to tell you all of this, since you’re a human.”

“Uh huh. A vampire, you say…” you trailed off, thinking. It did make a lot of sense, with how he didn’t eat or drink often, and why he tended to stay out of the sun. But he still went out and about in daylight, and besides, monsters weren’t real.

He rolled his eyes, then opened his mouth. Your eyes widened as his incisors seemed to grow an extra inch, becoming fangs.

“H—how’d you do that?” you whispered in shock.

Slowly, they retracted to normal size again. “I need them to puncture skin to get to the veins,” he explained.

“You really are a vampire, aren’t you?” you asked, voice hushed.

He nodded. “I am; all those manuscripts I’ve ‘found’? I was around when they were written; that’s why I know history so well, doll. It’s also why I haven’t wanted to move in. I didn’t want you to see that I don’t really eat, at least not human food…. It’s also why we haven’t had sex.”

“Because we’d make some sort of abomination if I got pregnant?” you joked.

Sonny’s eyes widened. “What? No, I can’t have biological kids. But I—I can’t get, um…hard, not unless I feed…. Need the blood and all….”

“Oh…oh! So, it’s not me?” Somehow, this was a relief.

He chuckled in disbelief. “No, it’s not you. I told you, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. I just didn’t think I could go ‘let me feed really quick then come back’.”

You laughed, and he looked at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Well, if that’s all, come here.” You patted the couch next to you, and he seemed skeptical, like this was somehow a trick.

Sonny came around the table to sit on the couch next to you, but he still left space between you, as if touching you would hurt you in some way. “You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he muttered.

You shifted to face him, and you reached out for his hand. He didn’t pull away when you took one of his hands between both of yours. “Dominick, I love you, no matter what you are, human or vampire, or whatever. I only love you.”

“But—but I’m a monster—”

“No, you’re not. You’re my sweet, loving boyfriend. I know you, Dom; I know your morals, your heart. We can talk about what all this means for us tomorrow. Right now, I want you,” you replied.

His eyes widened, and you were sure he’d be blushing if he could—could vampires blush? Gently, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. He seemed stunned, frozen in shock, and you pulled away. His eyes searched your face for a moment before he was on you, lips colliding with yours almost painfully.

The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue easily forcing its way into your mouth. He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you for so long, you thought your lungs would surely shrivel up. Then he was picking you up, carrying you as if your weighed nothing, heading for your bedroom.

Sonny gently laid you on the bed before he ripped—literally tore—his shirt off himself. He climbed over your body, his lips coming back to yours. You scratched at his back, grinding against his thigh as his lips dominated yours.

His mouth trailed down your jaw, nipping as he went. “Pl—please tell me you’ve fed recently. I n—need you, Dominick,” you whined.

“I did, but not enough for this—I never thought this would go so well,” he replied, his voice husky. He pressed a kiss to your neck before leaning back to look at you. His normally blue eyes were a deep red, and it somehow made him more attractive. “If you want, I can go down on you, then go feed really quick and come back. It’ll be a few hours though; I have to leave the city to find animals.”

You moaned in frustration before a thought struck you. “Feed from me.”

“What?!” Sonny asked in shock.

You smiled softly at him. “Use me, Dominick. Drink from me.”

His eyes were almost completely black with his arousal, the red reduced to a bright ring on the outside of his pupils, and he swallowed hard. “I—I don’t think that’s safe, doll.”

“I trust you, it’ll be fine. Please, babe; I need you inside me, I want you, please.”

His breathing was coming in sharper as his arousal was taking over his rational mind. “And if I can’t stop? If I hurt you?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. Because I love you, and you love me; I don’t believe you’ll hurt me. It’s okay, Dom.” To make your point, you propped yourself on an elbow, sweeping your hair off one side of your neck before laying back down.

Sonny didn’t notice that he leaned closer to you, only realized when his nose made contact with your throat. He sniffed at you, smelling your sweet blood just under your skin, and his mouth watered.

“That’s it, Dominick. Bite me, drink your fill,” you cooed.

“St—stop tempting me,” he groaned, voice full of arousal. He pressed kisses to your throat before he moved to nuzzle the crook of your neck. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you sighed at the feeling.

“It’s fine; I give you permission. I trust you with my life,” you breathed.

Slowly, you reached up to grip his biceps, his arms caging your body. He sucked and kissed your neck, and you felt his lips move as his fangs grew. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to simply kiss your neck, when all I’ve wanted was to taste you?” he growled, his breath hot on your skin.

“Now’s your chance. Do it; drink.”

He grazed his teeth over your skin as he searched for your vein. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered before he sunk his fangs into you. You gasped in pain as he easily broke skin, your grip on his arms bruising a normal human. His fangs retracted, and he sucked at the incisions, drinking your blood. The magic in his saliva had you seeing stars; it was a mix of euphoria, pleasure, and pain all wrapped into one.

Sonny groaned the moment your blood touched his tongue. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He could easily drink until your body was empty of blood…which is why he made sure to pay close attention to you, your heartbeat. But god, he could never get enough of you, your taste. He barely felt the blood entering his system; he was too distracted with the taste and with your heart. When your grip on his arms started to loosen, he used a great amount of restraint to detach from your neck.

He was panting as he leaned back, licking the blood from his lips. It was only then that he noticed how hard his cock was from just that small amount from you. It was true that he had fed recently, that he didn’t need much more, but he didn’t think that little would be enough.

You gave him a soft smile before you sat up, kissing him deeply. You could taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, but you didn’t care; you needed him, now. Sonny pushed you back down, then stood just long enough to undress the both of you before he was back on top of you.

“Are you sure—”

“Fuck me, Dominick, please,” you begged. He didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed into you fully. You moaned loudly at the feel of him inside you; his cock was long, curving to brush up against your g-spot perfectly.

“Ready for me, doll?” he asked softly, feeling your walls expand around him.

You gripped his shoulder, light-headed, though from the feel of him or the loss of blood, you weren’t quite sure. “I’ve been ready for you since the moment I met you, my love.”

His expression softened, and he kissed you deeply before he started to move. You could tell he was holding back, afraid to hurt you; he set a slow pace, thrusting deep into you. Your hands traveled down his back to cup his ass, pulling him deeper into you, and he grunted at the feeling.

“You—you feel so amazing. I love you, I love you so much,” he whispered before trailing his lips down to your throat. He sucked marks into you, and you gasped in pleasure; you had told him about your biting kink, something that you now found hilarious.

“S-same; feels so g—good. Fuck, Dom, move faster, please. You’re not going to hurt me,” you moaned.

He kissed your throat once more before he made his way to the two holes on the side of your neck, a drop of blood slowly dripping down your skin. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your blood, and the pace of his hips went up. He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, kissing your injury, and you moaned again.

“D—Dominick—fuuuuck!—harder, please!” you gasped, trying to match his pace.

With a great force of will, he pulled his mouth from your neck, instead brushing your hair from the other side. He pressed his lips to your skin, kissing and sucking more marks into you.

You dragged one of your hands from behind him, wedging it between your bodies. You quickly found your clit, rubbing yourself as he fucked you into the mattress. Sonny opened his mouth, biting that side of your neck—without his fangs—and it was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out as you came, liquid gushing from you as pleasure washed through your body.

He propped himself up, looking at the mess you made, then smirked. Taking one of your legs, he threw it over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you. You screamed his name in pleasure as he pounded into you.

“You got another one in ya, doll. Give it to me,” he growled. You brought your hand back to your clit, but he slapped it away, using his own fingers to rub you viciously. You squirmed as he assaulted your overstimulated clit, crying out at the feeling. You grabbed his wrist, but his arm was like stone; you couldn’t pull him away no matter what you did. You screamed as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. But still, he didn’t stop.

“One more, doll. Be a good girl and cum for me again, I know you can,” Sonny cooed, his hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers were still playing with your clit, and you shuddered at the feeling. His hips hit yours so hard, you were slowly being pushed up the bed until his free hand gripped your hip, bring you down to meet him.

“Dom—Dominick—! Too much—gonna c—cum!” you warned. He doubled his efforts and you gasped as he pulled another orgasm from you. The hand that was rubbing you moved to your hips, and he jackhammered into you, chasing his release. His fingers gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, and you sure you wouldn’t be walking anytime soon.

He leaned down over you, the sound of skin slapping deafening in the room. And then he was groaning your name, his cock twitching as he exploded into you, filling you with his release. He kept thrusting, milking his balls into you, making you whimper. Then he collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. That was fantastic,” he muttered. It took him a moment, but he seemed to remember in that moment that you were human, and he climbed off you. “Holy shit, I’m sorry, are you okay? Was that too much?”

You chuckled, your body aching. But it was a good sore. “Fine, fine. Just a little tired—”

“Right, I’m sorry. It’s—it’s been a while. Here, let me clean you.” He stood, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. His hands were gentle as he washed you carefully, but you noticed his eyes going back to your neck often. Eventually, he had enough.

“I—I have to bandage that bite; the smell of your blood is intoxicating,” he explained before hurrying to your first aid kit.

While he was gone, you assessed the damage in the mirror. Your neck and throat looked like one huge bruise with how many marks he made. But the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck stood out like a sore thumb. All of this did nothing but turn you on more; you loved being bitten and marked by your partners.

“Was I your first?—human, that is. Uh, human blood?” you asked awkwardly.

Sonny came back quick enough with gauze and tape, and he set about cleaning and disinfecting the wound. “Um, no, you’re not. Definitely first time I’ve had fresh human blood in maybe a century. But you just…you taste like nothing I’ve ever had before. It’s, like I said, intoxicating. I swear I could drain you in an instant if I had a little less control.”

“Good thing you have control, then,” you said, chuckling softly.

He finished bandaging you and looked into your eyes. His were a brighter blue than you’d ever seen before, the red completely gone. “I had control this time, and even then, I should’ve been in full control. I shouldn’t have even bit you, should never have tasted your blood.”

“It’s fine—”

“It’s really not. Now, any time I’m hungry, I’m going to be thinking of you and how good you are. Which just means I’ll have to leave for my feedings earlier than before, to not wait until I’m so hungry,” he explained.

You rose a hand to cup his face, your thumb running over his soft skin. “I love you, Dominick, and I trust you. Now that I know what you are, you can do what you need to survive, without worrying about lying to me.”

He melted against you hand, closing his eyes briefly. “You’re right. Now that you know, I feel so much closer to you than before.”

“And tomorrow, we talk; I want to know everything about you, about your life and your world.”

He smiled softly. “Deal. Plus, we must start working on the paperwork; monsters are not allowed to reveal themselves to the human world. There’s a lot of hoops to jump through—”

“Tomorrow. Right now, I just want you to hold me as we sleep, okay?” you asked, hopeful.

His smile grew and he helped you stand. “I will hold you for as long as you want or need.”

[wintrcaptn]

It’s You | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

A/N : I had this dream and thought it would be fun to write a little story off of it. It’s cheesy and I honestly don’t even know if he has neighbors where he lives but oh well. Hope this makes you somewhat happy during these crazy times! Please be safe and don’t forget, wash your hands! (:

The house next door to Chris had been vacant for quite some time and he honestly didn’t even know it had sold.

Until now.

“Dammit.” You groaned to yourself as your books broke through the bottom of the box, falling to the ground.

All you could do was look up and let out a sigh. From driving all night, you were exhausted, stressed and beyond annoyed.

Chris had just finished changing his shirt when he heard the loud ruckus that came from outside, quickly catching his attention.

He watched you for a quick moment before Dodger snapped him back to reality after he bumped into his leg.

“Hey buddy.” He muttered, glancing back at you through the window.

You were struggle to push the broken box to your door. To get it out of the way.

Chris couldn’t help but feel bad. Without a moment to process what he was about to do, he started toward the door, making his way over to you.

It didn’t take long for him to walk over due to being literal next door neighbors. But finally getting to see you clearer he was captivated. Drawn into you for a reason he wasn’t sure as to why.

“Um hey, need some extra hands?”

The voice came from behind you, startling you. “Shit!” You exclaimed, holding your chest with your hand. “You scared me!”

You cut the word short once your eyes met his, suddenly, you were at loss for words.

“I—I’m so sorry.” He muttered. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I was—“ he stopped when he noticed your expression, one he has seen too many times on fans faces.

He didn’t mind really, but sometimes he wished he wasn’t so recognizable.

“You seemed like you needed a hand.” He flashed a smirk.

Swallowing hard, toy forced yourself to snap out of whatever the hell you were lost in. Which was harder than you thought.

“T-Thank you. But I’m okay.” You managed to get out. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

Chris’ lips curved at the edges, forming a soft smile. “Chris. It’s nice to meet you.”

As if you didn’t know who he was.

You tried to collect yourself and return back to moving the box full of books. But unfortunately, it was useless. With it falling apart and the weight of it all, you were having a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” He asked, his hands deep in his front pockets. “It kind of looks like you’re struggling.”

“Struggle is my middle name.”

Immediately, you winced are how horrible that joke was, which only created Chris to chuckle.

You knew having help would make things a lot easier, but you didn’t want to come off as creepy, mainly because you knew you’d probably stare too much or say the wrong things. It’s not everyday you move next door to your celebrity crush.

This whole thing felt like a fan fiction. Which you read from time to time whenever you got tired of the real world.

So it was hard to look him in the eyes and pretend to be cool about the fact that he was your neighbor. Of all people.

“I really am ok—“ before you could finish your sentence, the books fell through the box once again, but this time, one of them landed on your foot.

“Shit!!” You grunted.

Chris strode over to you in an instant, and helped you set the box down.

His hand grazed against yours, and for a moment, you forgot about the pain. Until you shifted in your stance.

“Damn, that’s going to leave a bruise.” You hissed.

Chris couldn’t help but start to laugh. As hard as he tried to hold it in, he couldn’t control it. Before you knew it, you were both standing in your driveway, laughing.

“Great way to break the ice, right?” You cackled.

“Definitely. One hell of a way to meet your neighbor.” He said with a cheeky grin.

You let out a soft sigh, and finally caved. Nothing could be worse than that right? Besides, you’ll be too busy walking back and forth, there won’t be time to talk or embarrass yourself even more for that matter.

“So about that extra hand?”

He nodded and went straight for the box you unsuccessfully moved.

“Where would you like me to put these?” He asked.

“Um anywhere is fine. Thank you.”

He flashed yet another smile and made his way inside, and suddenly you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

‘Holy shit. Chris Evans is my fucking neighbor?!’ You thought you yourself. ‘Okay, be cool Y/N. Don’t be weird.’

As time went on, you were both going back and forth, transferring the boxes into the house. You shared a few glances here and there, and when you would catch each other’s eyes, you couldn’t help but grow bashful and quickly look away.

Feeling like a teenage girl all over again.

Chris on the other hand, he was amused by the way he made you fluster. It was something he was used to experiencing with some fans he encountered, but there was something different when you did it.

After a while, you had small conversations here and there. It started with talking about the weather, then turned into something a little more intimate.

He had asked you about your life, your hobbies, your dreams. And the way you talked about the thing a you loved, he was somehow drawn in even more.

You were funny, and not just in a typical way. It was the one where the laughter rolls up in your chest and bursts out without any restraint.

Talking to him, it almost felt effortless. The words kept slipping through and fell into place. You managed not to screw up.

“I had no idea people still liked the Backstreet Boys.” He chuckled, pointing to your shirt.

“Hey, dont hate on my boys. They have been with me through a lot of relationships and heart breaks.”

He chuckled once again, leaning against your truck, he arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn’t help but get lost in those damn beautiful blue eyes, that you didn’t realize you had unloaded all of the boxes.

“Oh damn, we did it.” You smiled, feeling relieved to have that part done with. “And now all that’s left to do is unpack those damn boxes.”

“But that’s the best part.” He said. “You get to set up everything the way you like and reminisce on all the random crap you find.”

“That’s true. But I’m too sober to get into that mess.” You chuckled.

He knew he should call it a day and let you be, but he wasn’t ready to say bye just yet. He wasn’t ready to walk away.

“Well, let’s crack open some beers and maybe order some pizza while we’re at it.”

You were taken aback by his words, you weren’t sure if you actually heard him right.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on, I’ve helped you this long. Might as well help you finish.”

You snorted and chuckled at the same time, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I just have a very dirty mind, and well—“

He paused for a moment before putting two and two together and laughing along with you. “I mean, you could at least take me out on a first date before hitting on me.” He winked.

In that moment, you swore you felt your knees wobble and your breath hitch to the back of your throat.

‘Did he just flirt with me?’

“Trust me, you’d know if I were hitting on you. I’d use some of my famous pick up lines.” You said, feeling a tad confident in that moment. “And besides, I don’t think you could handle me anyway.”

Things were intense between you two. Tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife. But after a long moment of locking his gaze on you, Chris cleared his throat and laughed it off.

“I have some beers at my place I can bring over, and I could order us some food.”

You shook your head no and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. “You literally saved my ass today, the least I could do is buy you food. Pay you for your service or whatever.”

A smirk formed on his lips, “are you calling me a hooker?”

“What? No! I wasn’t! I was just—no. I’m sorry if—“

Chris could see the panic in your eyes and stopped you before you rambled on. “Hey, it’s okay! I was kidding!” He cackled. “I know what you meant. Don’t worry.”

Letting out a sigh, you could feel heat begin to radiate off your body. This is what true embarrassment felt like. Something you were definitely used to since all you ever do is make a fool of yourself.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna check up on my dog and grab some beer for us.” He said. “Then we can get started on unpacking all of your dark secrets.”

Before you could say anything, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house, leaving you to yourself.

“So much for focusing on myself. How the hell am I suppose to focus when he is my freakin neighbor?!” You mumbled to yourself. Walking back to your house.

Chris was immediately greeted by Dodger the second he opened the door, and his brother Scott who was staying with him for a bit.

“Who’s that?” He asked, pointing out the window. “Because she’s cute.”

“Her name is Y/N. She just moved in—obviously. And please don’t start.”

Scott presses his hands to his chest, pretending to be offended. “Start what? I’m just innocently asking who she is. That’s all.”

“Scott, there’s nothing innocent about you.”

His little brother chuckled and shrugged. “You have a point.”

“Well if you’re done, I am going to grab some drinks and head back to her place.”

“Oh? You two are drinking together already?! Christopher! At least take the girl out on a proper date.”

Chris rolled his eyes as he made his way over to his kitchen. This wasn’t something he wanted to get into at that moment. Especially with his brother.

But he knew he wouldn’t let it go. That wasn’t in his nature.

“She seems like she needs a friend, that’s it.” Chris muttered. “Now let’s drop this okay? Besides, I am in no rush to get into another relationship. I am doing just fine with the way things are.”

Scott pursed his lips, not believing a single word his brother said, but he wasn’t going to push it. “Whatever you say, bro. Just don’t run to me when you start catching feelings, okay?”

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He chuckled, as he grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge. “I’ll just be next door, if you need anything.”

“Mhmm.”

As he started back to your place, he kept mumbling to himself, that this was purely platonic. This can’t turn into anything, it just can’t.

And for the most part, he truly believed he had nothing to worry about. But as months come and gone, and you two grew closer each day....

He soon realized just how wrong he was.

——

Chapter Two

[scorsoneamelia]

oh my god ok so i decided to write a little smth about my girl amelia because i love writing and i used to do it all the time but i stopped and i rlly rlly wanna get back into it

so i wrote smth that takes place at the end of s17 after the amelink proposal 

TW: mention of drugs/addiction/death

                Sometimes --- more often that usual, it feels like the world is ending, like life will never slow down, no matter how many times she wishes and she prays that she'll be able to wake up and it will feel like a breath of fresh air; to be able to wake up and have the rays of the morning sunshine creeping it's way through the dark curtains, hitting her boyfriend's face at an angle that made him look absolutely breathtaking, an angel sent from God himself, so beautiful that it'd take her breath away, and maybe even her heart would skip a beat-- literally. And then his eyes would flutter open so delicately and the rays would make his blue eyes sparkle, looking even more blue than she ever remembered.

             But instead, she woke up with the alternative.Alone--oh, ever so lonely. He had sprung up the big question, getting down on one knee and pouring his absolute heart out, even giving her four rings because the boy was worried and conflicted on exactly what he wanted the ring to look like. It wasn't like she didn't want to, or that she didn't love him because oh my god, she loved him. Loved him so much that sometimes it made her chest feel tight and it made her want to understand what she did to deserve someone like him, someone as amazing as him.

             You challenge me... you-you.. thrill me. You.. impress the hell out of me.

              On top of the world-wide pandemic, Scout-- Meredith's kids, her mind is going a million miles a minute and for once she wants to take a step back-- out of her own mind, her own life and just breathe.

           And there's definitely nobody on Earth like you.

            She can't get the image out of her head, the heartbreak that spread across his face, the absolute sadness and pain that washed away the big big smile he had previously been giving her. She didn't mean to just blank and stare at him with no words, no expression-- she just froze.

            So now, she woke up alone, her boyfriend not beside her. She felt like she couldn't catch her breath and maybe it was because life sucked or maybe it was because of the nightmare that kept flashing through her head, in bits of pieces like a flash on a camera. Appearing back into her mind for a second before she completely forgets what the dream was even about. It was about her father-- it's always about her father. But this time, it was about her father-- Ryan, Derek and even Christopher. Four of the most important people to her; gone. The curtains were closed, the rays couldn't peak their way inside, or maybe it was because it was ten o'clock at night-- the room so so dark, almost as dark as her mind as been lately.

        Meetings had been harder to attend, the pandemic had only been allowing them to do meetings over a computer screen, in the same atmosphere that is making her feel like she's going crazy. Scout takes all of her free time away-- actually all of her time. She loves him, more than she loves herself but for months now she hasn't been able to breathe, especially with her nieces and nephew also needing all of hers and Link's full attention. She's doing this because they're her family and Meredith is on a vent, the world trying to take even more away from her.

        A day or two at work is what she needed this week to feel like she was alive again, cutting into someone's brain to give her some kind of feeling, even if it was just adrenaline. Sometimes, Amelia wishes that the adrenaline was enough. Was enough feeling for her to keep going-- god, she wants to give up so badly.  

        So, that night instead of waking to her boyfriend's beautiful blue eyes, she woke up to an empty room and an empty house because her sister was nice enough to take the kids for a day, the day after her wedding because hell-- she was that nice. She broke down, tears staining her cheeks and she was worried she wasn't going to stop.

         You're loud and fearless and it scares the crap out of me. How am I supposed to call you up and tell you that I've been shot? I can't tell you about my pain-- I don't want you to know that pain exists.

          Derek--- she missed her big brother more than she has ever missed anyone. Her father being an exception but Derek, her favourite person in the entire world was taken from her too soon and once again it felt like her world was crashing down around her. His voice was repeating in her head like a broken record and it was loud--- so loud, was she crazy? 

         You're my favourite sister.

         She couldn't breathe, it was like she was reliving the news all over again. Her chest felt like it was caving in and Derek's voice was still ringing in her head, like he was haunting her. 

          "We did that." Amelia nodded, standing next to her older brother after a successful brain surgery that saved the mother of her friend's son. 

           "We did that." He agreed. "We gotta publish." She joked, Derek looking over at her and replying with, "Oh hell yeah we do... You ever think about doing drugs again-"

           "Remember this?" Amelia interrupted.

           "I was gonna say call me and I'll fly down to Los Angeles to knock some sense into you." He joked, causing them both to laugh. "But okay... remember this. But that doesn't work,"

         "Yeah, you can totally kick my ass." She joked, extending her arm to shove him in the arm gently, both of them laughing while he pulled her into a tight hug. "Done. I love you." Derek said softly while he tightly held onto his little sister, and she was hugging him back as if she never wanted to let him go.

        Her favourite person in the entire world was gone and she didn't know what to do anymore, grief comes in waves and it never goes away. It's true what they say about grief-- it gets better with time...  because it does and she knows that better than anyone else. But what they don't say is that when it does come back, it's like a wave hitting you when you least expect it and then you're drowning, trying to catch your last breath before you're suffocating.

       "You didn't kill Ryan," the girl with the dyed red hair had stated, someone that had became her friend after her first night at the treatment centre.

       "Excuse me?" Amelia asked, mostly taken by surprise because it was in front of a group of people, a literal group of people.

        "You didn't kill him. You might've wrote the prescriptions but he took the drugs himself." Everyone was listening now, her secrets now out in the open. Secrets she never shared with the group.

          "Shut up, Hayley." Amelia snapped. 

           "And that guilt-- that's gonna kill you. That's what killed my best friend, it was guilt. Cause her mom was so freaked that she had a breakdown and her dad left-" It was like it was just the two of them, direct eye contact with each other. It was like everyone else that was in the room disappeared. 

          "Hayley... you don't know what the hell you're talking about, you're a child and you need to shut up." She cut the girl off, getting frustrated that she was even sharing her own personal secrets with everyone else. She could feel the pain rising in her chest, a tight feeling stuck at the bottom of her throat. She didn't believe that.. she did kill him. 

         "You didn't.. kill him!" Hayley tried again, the girl clearly wanting to get her point across. "Okay? He took the drugs himself, you didn't make him take them. He took them himself! You gotta get that, before I left here.. you have to get that. Because if you don't-- you're not gonna make it," Amelia's vision was blurry now, the tears drowning her sad blue eyes. "And I need you to make it. I know you loved him, and I know he loved you. But he took... the drugs... himself."

         Amelia finally broke down, sobs taking over her body. They were loud cries, cries of pain, cries for help. There was pain all over her body, rushing throughout her body like waves crashing against the shore. Burying her head into her hands, pulling her legs onto the chair and pulling them against her chest, trying to make herself feel small because that's how she felt--- small.

         It was cold in the room, and she was numb. Memories were flooding in, Derek, Ryan, Christopher-- her father. The room was cold, almost as cold as the hotel room was when Ryan died. He died-- right beside her. Her boyfriend died right before they were going to get sober, be happy together.. he died. He didn't make it. And no matter how many times she thinks back to that day in rehab when Hayley reminded her that it was not her fault, it was her fault and not a day goes by where she doesn't blame herself. 

         She wasn't crying anymore, she was just sitting in her bed with her legs pressed against her chest, no emotion and no thoughts other than the faces of everyone she has ever lost. The short moments she spent with Christopher, her dad getting shot and Derek holding her so tight that she couldn't move, Owen telling her the news about Derek dying. Link hadn't checked in, he hadn't called, he hadn't texted and she didn't blame him. He was hurt, like he deserved to be and she couldn't be mad at him for not showing up at the house to see her. But she did need him, she needed someone, but her one sister was in a hospital bed with machines breathing for her, and her other sister was with her husband and the kids--- her kid. 

          After she ended up forcing herself out of bed, her mind still loud and her entire body numb, a lump constantly sitting at the bottom of her throat--- she was walking through the front doors of a quiet, dark and small bar. Not many people were there, just a few people eating some food with their friends, some had a beer in front of them. Amelia doesn't know how she got here but she was sitting down at the bar, blue eyes heavy and sad, old makeup from earlier in the day staining her cheeks. 

         "You look like you need a drink," The bartender spoke as he made his way over to her. He was tall, sandy blonde hair with green eyes, he definitely didn't hurt the eyes to look at. "What can I get ya?"

         Her sad eyes slowly glanced up at him and she didn't answer. She didn't know what she was doing-- a drink? She hasn't a drink in a few years, the last time being when Meredith was in the hospital for being attacked. It's been a while and she thought she was doing good-- better. She thought about Link, and Scout, who needed him. Scout needed her, more than he needed anyone. It was almost enough for her to stand up and leave the bar until her mouth opened and she was ordering a drink. "Vodka tonic."

         "Coming right up." The boy winked, moving to the opposite side of the bar to mix her drink. Amelia thought she'd feel some kind of regret, but instead she continued to sit there; numb.

           The glass was placed in front of her and her hands were reaching for it, as she lifted it to her lips and took a sip, the feeling of the Vodka burning her throat. Memories continuing to flood her mind, only causing her to drink back the drink faster, which only caused the bartender to place another drink in front of her. 

-----

             Five drinks; she already drank five drinks and at this point she could feel the alcohol in her bloodstream, already making her feel much more calm and more relaxed. The feeling of being drunk again was a good feeling; scary good. Scary to the point where she was worried about slipping again, which is what she already did. She's at a bar, five drinks in, almost onto her sixth with a young male; attractive male sitting beside her making small talk. She already slipped.

            She had eight missed calls from Maggie, none from her boyfriend. Her state of mind was making her more and more angry, angry that he hasn't checked in. Sober Amelia would be telling herself, it's not his fault, you said nothing to his proposal. Give him space. But drunk Amelia, is angry, pissed, hurt--- angry that he stopped checking in. He told her he'd check in, he promised her he'd check in but instead he went to his best friend, Jo's house and she hasn't heard from him. 

          "Where are you headed to after this?" The green eyed boy was moving closer, his eyes trailing down her body as she sat there, body feeling like she was floating. 

           "Nowhere with you," she answered. "I have a boyfriend." Would Link be still considered her boyfriend even though she never responded to his proposal? 

           "That's unfortunate," he sighed, pulling his drink up to his lips. "Where's your so-called boyfriend?"

           Jo's, is what she wanted to reply but it's not like the boy would know what she was talking about, nor did he even care, he was just wanting her to come home with him. "Just at home." 

           Her phone was buzzing on the table again, and she was already six drinks in. The memories that had previously filled her head were now gone and all she felt was dizzy. Dizzy, numb--- great. She felt great, amazing. Maggie was calling again and she was about to decline the call before she remembered why she might be calling. Scout.

          "Maggie, hey," Amelia answered, trying her best to sound sober. "So sorry, I was asleep." She was hoping that Maggie would believe her, despite her words slurring together.

          "Amelia, where are you actually? I just came by the house to drop the kids off and you're not home and I don't know where Link is, are you with him?" Fuck fuck fuck. She's so stupid, stupid for showing up to a bar knowing damn well that she'd have to take care of 4 kids by the end of the night. She had a debate with herself, debating on whether or not she should tell Maggie the truth or lie.

            "I was asleep, I had to run to the hospital for a consult," she lied. "I'm on way back." Amelia thought the lie was good, even though she was slurring. But Maggie didn't sound too convinced but she agreed that she'd see Amelia at the house before they both hung up the phone. 

            One more drink she told herself before she was dialling a cab so that she could get home safely because even though she slipped she can't be responsible for someone else dying.

-----

           It was late. Almost one in the morning when Amelia walked through the front door, stumbling is the right word to describe it. She assumed Maggie and the kids would be asleep but she was greeted with Maggie, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she stood up from the couch. 

           "It has been a long day," Amelia started, so obvious she was drunk. "My bedroom is calling my name."

           "Amelia," Maggie said, with so much sadness in her voice. Maggie was far from stupid, she was brilliant, a genius, she could see right through Amelia.

           "No questions, just bed." Amelia headed towards the stairs, swinging her bag over her shoulder before Maggie walked up to her, stepping in front of her to stop her from going up the staircase. Maggie made a face, a you smell like vodka face and then she was putting her hands on Amelia's shoulders and pulling her into a hug, a tight hug, so tight that the hug itself almost made Amelia break down into a puddle of tears. A hug is exactly what she needed, especially right now. "I'm sorry..." Were the only words Maggie could form and she just held her. One hand was pressed against the back of Amelia's head while the other was wrapped around her, it never seemed like she was going to let go. 

          Amelia was dizzy, and she was sad and she could barely stand so she used Maggie to hold herself up. "No," Amelia cried out, a single tear dripping off of her soft eyelashes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I did it again. I'm a mess, I did it again." 

          "No, no, no," Maggie said, pulling away from Amelia before brushing a single strand of hair out of her face and pushing it behind her ear. "You're not a mess."

           Amelia just stared at Maggie, her eyes heavy, her blue eyes drowning in a puddle of tears and Maggie could see the pain in her eyes and it made Maggie sad, she cared about Amelia so much. Before the two could exchange any other words, Scout was crying from his crib upstairs.

         "I'll get it," Amelia slurred, dropping her bag to the floor and stumbling backwards as she grabbed onto the railing of the staircase.

          "No," Maggie said sternly. "I'll do it, just go lay down, I'll join you after." Maggie helped Amelia up the stairs because honestly--- she thought she was going to fall down, the girl could barely walk. 

          Amelia was already laying in her bed, the room spinning around her and before she had even a minute to rest, she was running to the bathroom to empty out her stomach into the toilet. Six drinks didn't seem like very many but maybe it is for someone who hadn't had anything to eat because she forgot to and she hasn't had a sip of alcohol in a long time. She was doing so well, dammit.

          She wasn't alone for long because while Amelia was gripping onto the toilet bowl, knuckles turning white her hair was being pulled up and out of the way. Maggie was rubbing her back in a comforting way, trying anything that she could to help the girl.

         After puking, she stayed sat on the floor, sitting with her back against the wall and the room was still spinning. Maggie slid down the wall to sit beside her, pulling Amelia into her side. 

         "You're going to be okay," Maggie said, pulling Amelia closer to her and since the room was spinning so fast, she had to rest her head on Maggie's shoulder because she needed to sleep. "We'll start fresh tomorrow."

         She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and even though the alcohol made her feel good, she also felt regret and shame. So much shame. She hated herself, she hated that she did this to herself again. 

          She did this to Scout.

          And to Link. And to everyone she cares about.

          Everyone she's ever lost would be so disappointed in her, she knew they would be because that's what she was. Disappointed in herself.

          But maybe she was right, one day at a time and even though she got to this point again, she'll try again tomorrow and hope and pray that she doesn't start spiralling.

          The last image in her head before she started to doze off was Derek and her dad, the most important people in her life. 

[fanfic-scribbles]

Lunch Buddy: Chapter Twenty

Masterlist

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers makes a friend. A prickly, generally people-averse friend, but they’ll both take what they can get.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 20: After Hours

Chapter Summary: Two intrepid idiots clear up a misunderstanding and get to the good bits.

Chapter Word Count: 3337

A/N: This chapter went places I did not expect, but the important part is that these dumb dorks are still pretty cute <3 So the next part of this story will be called “Dinner Date” and posting will happen…when it happens. Sorry. I’m in the mood to do some holiday-themed one-shots right now for some different characters, but time will tell whether any of those get finished before the first chapter (which I have already started). I do think I’m going to keep it on the same masterlist as the other LB stuff; it’ll just have its own header. Anyways. For now…please enjoy.

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 The ride home was…awkward.

Steve and I both sat in the back of a nicer-than-average town car and the cab was quiet enough, and the drive slow enough, that sounds of scattered celebration occasionally filtered in, easy to hear in the utter silence with my head so close to my window while Steve was very much pressed against his own. I didn’t know how to feel about it. While I didn’t exactly want to crawl into his lap while some poor schmuck drove us to my apartment…Steve looked out the window more often than he looked at me.

I put my hand on the seat and inched it towards him, keeping it close enough to me that if I needed to get into some quick denial I could, but Steve was sharp when he wanted to be and I was still wondering if that kiss was just convenience or maybe (maybe) something more. But the driver asked something, Steve snapped his attention to answer, and I shoved my fingers under my leg like I was protecting them from the cold. In a car that could probably control the climate down to the fifth decimal. And Steve went back to staring out the window.

He looked so focused. Was he prepping an apology– a gentle let-down? An “I’m sorry it’s not you it’s me?” An “I’m sorry but I was just excited and that went way too far?” An “I’m sorry but I thought I was into it before we kissed and now I’m very much not?” Was I a crap kisser? I cupped my hand around my mouth and nose and breathed, but I couldn’t get a good read on it. Still, after all that food and drinking I probably tasted terri–

Steve said my name and my neck cracked with how fast I looked at him. I then tried to crack the other side to make it seem like it was just terrible timing. Very smooth.

“You uh…” I fiddled with my hands and made no move to get out of the car. Steve didn’t move either, but I still didn’t know if that was good or not. I knew what I had to say, but spitting the words out was harder than it should have been. Eventually, though, I got there.

“Would you come up?”

“Can we talk?”

The sentences came at the same exact time and it took me a moment to realize what Steve had said. And that his words seemed…so much more not-fun than mine. But, to avoid any more stilted conversation in the company of a complete stranger, I nodded as fast as I could and said, “Yes,” far too desperately. Granted, the guy was a driver employed by Tony Stark and had probably seen worse, but I didn’t need all my nonsense spilling out over the same seat where someone else had probably…

My eyes trailed too long over Steve’s thighs and I scrambled to get out of the car. I stretched as soon as I was out in the cold air. Noise filtered down the street in spurts as parties continued on, and I hugged myself. My one nice jacket was not meant for me to be out in long, not in the middle of the night in January at least.

“Here.”

I saw my purse before I saw Steve holding it. I smacked my hand to my face. “Fucking idi– jeeze; thanks Steve,” I said and took it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and gripped my shoulder. His hand felt like a weight at first but then he squeezed and…lingered. For several seconds. And it felt like he was reluctant to let go, even though he literally only stepped a foot away to lean in the car window and tell the driver something. Was I projecting or was this going to go better than I feared? I still couldn’t risk looking him right in the eyes so I stole a peek while he was distracted. He looked…normal. I couldn’t tell anything but, well, he was talking to another person and I could only see half of his face, in the dark, so what did I expect?

When he started to stand again I faced the building and waited while the car drove off. I was starting to feel sick in a way I couldn’t blame on the alcohol, but at least the potential humiliation was relatively low as far as witnesses went. It was just me. And Steve.

“Come on,” he said and nudged me gently. “Let’s get you inside before you freeze.”

“Okay,” I said and led the way. Again, we were both completely silent. Of course, it was a two-way road, but I didn’t know what to say. “Hey, how about that kiss? Pretty great, right?” Except I didn’t know if he would agree. I liked the kiss, but we hadn’t talked or really done anything after it. What if it really was him just getting caught up in the moment? And I had followed along. Because I had desperately wanted it. And maybe he could tell and that was why it was awkward.

“Do you want some coffee?” I asked as soon as we got in, and after I hit the lights I went to the kitchen to make a pot whether or not he wanted to share.

“That sounds nice, thanks,” he said and headed over to the couch.

I stayed at the coffee pot and listened to it gurgle and bubble, taking in some comfort from the smell that arose as it started to drip into the pot. I wondered if I could get away with taking a moment to change into my pajamas or something more comfortable for the coming conversation, but that didn’t seem quite fair. If Steve had to be stuck in his formalwear, I could sit and suffer in mine too. Depending on how this conversation went, I would be spending a lot of time in my pajamas, eating too much and eschewing all human contact forever and always. I didn’t get to be dramatic very often, but I had burned myself enough times that it could still be considered a time-honored tradition.

“I’m sorry.”

I dropped the cup to the counter. It didn’t have far to go but that didn’t matter because– “Sorry for what?” I asked, hoping I was misunderstanding something.

“I’m sorry for kissing you like that.”

Oh. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. So he did mean…okay. Okay. Ouch, but okay. I got it. He said my name but I didn’t trust myself to respond; tears balled up in my throat and choked the little ‘but I’m not’ that was pointless to say.

He said my name again, right behind me this time. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

I let out a laugh that was more like a whimper but I still tried as hard as I could to hold it together. “Okay. I– I get it; you were just…excited, I guess?” God that sounded so fucking stupid I was so fucking stupid. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I went with it, I’m sorry I wanted– maybe we could forget–”

“Oh– no! No; not– no, no, no,” he said and turned me around. I tried to hide my face but I couldn’t steal away completely from his concern. He gripped my arms. “That’s not what I meant; I’m not sorry I kissed you– I mean–” He let out a sigh like he was exasperated. “I’m saying this wrong. I don’t regret kissing you. What I’m sorry for is how it happened.”

I blinked back tears. I took a minute to think over what he said. I stared at him.

Then I shoved back from him. “You are such a dick sometimes!”

He looked bewildered. “What…”

“You scared the crap out of me!” I said. “You kissed me like that and then you barely touched me, even when you offered to ‘take me home,’ and you were silent for the whole ride. I thought you regretted it!”

“No. However,” he said and narrowed his eyes so slightly it was almost more of a squint. “You did the same thing. You barely touched me, didn’t say a word– I thought you were mad at me. I kissed you and I thought you kissed back, but afterwards you– and I thought you were mad that I sprung it on you. That I surprised you too badly and you didn’t know if you really wanted it.”

I took a second. Several seconds, actually, until I calmed down. “Fair,” I conceded. I had thought I was reacting to him but… “So I’m a dick too.”

“What a pair we are,” he said. He licked his lips and I had to avert my eyes. Unfortunately I averted them up into making eye contact. Shit. “So…you did kiss back.”

“Must not have done it too well if you sound so unsure about it,” I said, maybe a bit sourly, because I thought I had done pretty well. I hadn’t ever had a first kiss with someone turn into such a nice (if too quick) make-out. He said my name in warning and I sighed. “Yeah, I did.”

“So you…” He stopped, frowned, and was silent.

When he crinkled his nose I had to ask, “What?”

“There’s no way I can think to put this that doesn’t make me feel like I’m ten years old,” he said and rubbed the back of his head. “So you…like me too?”

I snorted. It was kind of funny. “You could even say I like like you too.”

He rolled his eyes and said my name again. I definitely like that. It felt like being back on steady ground after being knocked around in an earthquake. “I said what I meant and meant what I said,” I told him. “Now you.”

“I’d like to sit behind the playground with you too,” he said dryly.

I covered my mouth in mocking scandal. “Hold up there Steve, we just kissed once; how far do you expect to get in one night?”

He turned red. “What the hell are people doing on– oh.”

I, of course, laughed. But then he smiled and I felt off-kilter again. I swallowed another lump as it began to form. “So you…meant it?”

“Obviously,” he said like he was joking. He sounded so suddenly unsure though when he asked, “Right?” that I almost wanted to hug him.

“It just– it came out of nowhere and–” I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself in this whirlwind. “But I was so focused on myself; I was trying so hard not to show what…that I wanted. You. Like that.” I froze up, but I had said it; I’d said it. Out loud. To him.

I turned around, dumped some coffee in a cup, and immediately downed half of it. I’d been well sober for a while but maybe this would stave off the headache I could feel creeping in. After a moment I took out another cup, poured more coffee, and slid it over to him.

“Thanks,” he said and put his hand around the bug but didn’t bring it up to his mouth. “Was I out of line? It’s okay to tell me; I don’t want– …Whatever it is that you might want, I don’t want to lose you as a friend, so please. Talk to me.”

I looked up at the ceiling and then I looked at him. “I want you,” I said. “Exactly like you think. Or maybe you don’t think. But I want you, as more than a friend. I have wanted you but I couldn’t imagine you wanting me as anything else and whatever happened I could handle not having you as a–” I couldn’t even say ‘boyfriend’ I was that pathetic, “–romantically, but I didn’t want to lose you completely. I never– I never thought I would get to this point; I thought at worst I would have to say ‘hey I have a crush on you’ and at best you would let me down– gently, I hoped– and we would move on and I…I just, I never thought I would get to this point and I don’t know what to do! You want the same thing and now I’m so terrified of having the chance to fuck this up.”

“You won’t. We won’t,” Steve said and stepped forward, almost pressing up against me. “We’re two adults who can work through this. Together.”

That was more optimism than I was allowed in one night. “Have you met us?” I had to ask.

“Yeah,” he said, looking stupidly earnest. “I know we can because we wouldn’t be working on it on our own, and we already work through a lot together. My issues with being Captain America, your issues with people; my problems with being myself in a completely different time, your issues with opening up…your problems with admitting you’re wrong about really good, unusual snacks…”

“Oh my god, if this is about the crickets again then you are still so wrong.”

“They have chocolate on them; they can’t be bad.”

“I could probably coat a dirty penny in chocolate and you’d eat it,” I muttered. I couldn’t believe I had actually kissed that man. Yuck. (Except unfortunately not.)

Steve shrugged (because I was right and we both knew it) but he smiled at me. “You get the point though. Wasn’t it a risk just being friends in the first place?”

It wasn’t like romance had a monopoly on breaking hearts, true. However. “This is more, and bigger, for both of us,” I said. His smile went away. “I’m not– I know we both have issues. That’s a separate thing. I just…” I looked down at my hand on the counter. “Right now I wonder.”

“Wonder what?” Steve asked softly and put his arms around me.

“How could you want me, Steve?” But I returned the hug, pressed myself against him, and squeezed. “Sometimes I don’t even want me.”

“I could say the same thing,” Steve said and held me just as tight. Despite my misgivings, I never wanted to leave this. “For what it’s worth…I think we make a good team.”

I let out a little laugh. Just a little one, but damn him, I was starting to come up from my spiral. “I guess the couple who snarks about self-important businessmen together stays together,” I said. But I liked that. Couple. It made me feel warm. Or maybe that was Steve, ever-present and holding onto me like he truly didn’t want to let go. “If we’re going to be doing this, I’m going to really nag at you about jumping off buildings without parachutes.”

“It was a plane and it was one time.” He rubbed his hand across my back. “And you already yell at me for it.”

“Mm hm.” I was content to stay as I was, but when I dropped my head to rest it against him I found a whole other reason to be uneasy. Dirty countertops, dishes piled in the sink, and I knew the living room and my bedroom was a mass of clothes and jewelry and hastily-bought makeup. My place was an actual garbage pile and I had completely forgotten. No wonder he had ditched the couch right away– he couldn’t sit on it. I groaned and shoved my face into his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well now that I’m mostly done freaking out about that, I’m about to start freaking out about my apartment looking like a disaster zone.”

Steve chuckled. “I hadn’t really noticed. I can close my eyes if it makes you feel better?”

I opened my mouth and then shut it while I considered that. I smiled. “Yeah, actually,” I said. “Shut your eyes.”

He blinked, but then he obeyed. I savored the moment because that was not a thing Steve Rogers did often, but I didn’t wait long. I moved in and up, and pressed my lips to his. And that was where I did linger. “Mm,” Steve ‘said’ and put his hand behind my head to keep me there. The joke was on him– I never wanted to leave. Slowly his mouth opened and so did mine, and as he slipped his tongue in, I pressed my body even closer to his, even though any more contact outside of metaphysical merging was impossible at that point. His hands moved, gripping at my back in different spots, but I felt a thrill when they moved to my sides.

I couldn’t believe I got to do this with Steve. I went from hopelessly infatuated to actually having him in the space of one night and it was real; the way his arm curved around my waist was real, the way his lips and tongue teased at mine was real, the…counter I sat on and that he pressed against to get to me was real, but I couldn’t remember how I got up there.

I let that go, and kissed him until I really had to pull back for air. I had a headache crashing in but I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good. Until Steve’s phone buzzed right next to me, making me jump from the slight vibrations carried through the counter. He spared a glance at it but it fell silent, so he came back to me. The phone buzzed again but he ignored it. Except that it kept… buzzing. And it was incredibly irritating– to the point where I was tempted to throw it into the living room– but that didn’t seem like a good idea considering the reasons Steve might be called.

I broke for air. Since I needed a little time to catch my breath I asked him, “Should you check that?” even while I fervently hoped the answer was “fuck no.”

He huffed but he reached over to grab for the phone without leaving me (good, since I had my legs loosely locked behind him) and I caught his muttered “I swear to God if the world is ending today I’m…” but the rest was unintelligible. That was fine. I had plenty of my own threats to substitute and they were probably better than his.

But Steve stared at the phone and turned red. Not angry red. Definitely not angry red. Red like ‘Lucy got caught behind the social studies room by the proctor’ red. And for a moment I was so delighted by the proposition I forgot I was maybe part of the reason he was so embarrassed. Even remembering that didn’t make his face any less enjoyable though. “What is it?”

He lifted his eyes to the ceiling like the long-suffering man he was and shut them in silent prayer. I snuck a peak at his phone while he did so and only saw the end of a very busy group message.

Sam: Yeah Steve, take the lady to dinner first

I burst out laughing and Steve chucked his phone behind him into the living room. It didn’t sound like it smashed into a thousand pieces, so hopefully it crash-landed into one of the piles of clothes. “My friends are assholes,” Steve muttered and moved back to me, setting his hands on my hips.

“You know, Sam has a point,” I said as Steve’s nose slid alongside mine.

“Oh yeah?” I could feel his smile against my lips just before he began to kiss and nip at them gently. “You want me to take you to dinner, sweetheart?”

It wasn’t quite serious, wasn’t quite a joke, and it made something in my chest swell wide and bright. “Not yet,” I said and pressed my forehead to his, unable to kiss him through the uncontrollable smile on my face. I was willing to try, though. I was willing to try lots of things. “But I’ll let you treat me to lunch.”

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Wrapped Around Your Finger: Valentine Edition

M! Naga x Genderless Reader

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Every year, it's exactly the same thing. Friendly smiles as people say the same thing and the day just seems to move even slower.

The day consisted of watching as people walk around with gifts as they walked next to their signifcant other. But you, well you just stood by in the loner corners staring at them with envy and jealousness. You didn't hate them. You just hated how it was rubbed in your face how single you were.

Which was your primary reason for trying to break down your neighbor door.

"Jesus, what's with you trying to break apart my house? I just got the window fix," Corel whined almost slamming the door open. He seem to have just woken up from nap considering his attire.

His black curls were splayed across his head covering up his dark green eyes. A dark purple streak went around a single curl of hair, something the two of you did because you were bored. His torso was covered by a black muscle shirt that seem a little tight. For pants, he just had on a simple pair of black basketball shorts with a purple trim.

"I dont want to be alone, so we are going to spend the rest of the day together," you demanded walking past him into his house. You were instantly hit with a wall of a sweet smell.

"Hold up," he said running in front of you. Your entire view of the house was blocked off by him. "Umm, how we hang at your house for now then we can come back later?"

He put his arm against the wall behind you causing you to back up towards the exit a little. His hair had moved showing that his eyes weren't green but were the yellow snake eyes.

"Why would we do that? We are literally in your house now," you said emphasizing your point with your hands pointing to space the two of you were occupying.

"Well-um. My house is a complete mess," he said with his eyes shining with relief. He does realize that he's an open book to read and sucks at lying.

"It looks fine to me," you said leaning over to see under his arm. His living room looks almost spotless, like he had cleaned it. The only thing that looked out of place was one pillow laying down on the couch. Probably where he fell asleep.

"Nope. It's disgusting," he yelled blocking your view with his body. "I've been shedding and there is skin on almost all surfaces. You just can't see it with your human eyes."

Your eyes narrowed at the last statement. "Don't snakes have horrible eye sight," you asked remebering doing some research over snakes when you found out about him.

His cheeks slowly turn red as he looked away from you. "Shut up. I have pretty good eyesight. I just have some trouble seeing certain things," he grumbled with his cheeks puffing out. You stuck you finger out a poked his soft cheeks.

"Shut up about your blindess and tell me the real reason why you don't want me in your house?" you asked crossing your arm. He usually just let's you in and just hang out with you.

"No reason. I was... just joking. How about you come in so we can watch a movie and you can tell me why you are upset?" He said quickly moving behind you. His large cold hands gripped onto your shoulders as he led you to his couch.

He gently pushed you onto the couch with this uneasy smile on his face. Why is he acting so weird?

"Corel you have a bunch of beautiful smiles, but that one is not one of them," you said giving him an quirked eyebrow. Corel cheeks started to darken again as he avoided your eyes.

"Sorry. But can you please stay here and don't move. I will be right back," he said holding his hand out as if you were some sort of dog. He's only making you more curious, but guess you play along.

You shooed him off with you hand as you snuggled down into his couch. His couch is the most comfortable thing you have ever felt. No wonder you always fall asleep on it.

"I'll be back quick," he rushed out walking backwards before turning around and sprinting towards the kitchen door. He burst through it causing it to swing wide open. You tilted your head back to get a peak of anything that he could be hiding, but he stopped the door from swining in all the way with his feet.

Corel has been a little odd since you find out about him being half snake. But it has never been this bad. At first he avoided talking about anything reptile. After a while he grew okay with it, but struggled to be his true self around him. It took a couple of tickle fights and compliments fest for him to be okay. Some days he has high confidence and other it's a pain for him to even see a scale.

"I brought some pop corn," he yelled behind you. You looked behind to see he was sliding across the floor. His black iridescent scales seem to mix in with the darkness of his house.

"I see you changed," you joked pointing at the tail. He let out an akward laugh as he sat down beside you. His tail slowly slides up the couch and started to curl into a pile. From the new angle, you could see the dark purple underneath peaking out.

"It seem like you like my tail more than me. So , be happy," he said letting the tail unwind and slide over towards you. The tail slowly laid across your lap letting you feel the cool sensation through your clothes.

"Well, who can not want to look at this beautiful thing," you said picking the tail up and shoving it in his face. A smile covered his face as you could hear laughter rumbling in the back of his throat.

"I know I'm beautiful, but please do contain yourself," he said using the tip of his tail to tap your chin. You eyes narrowed at that stupid smirk on his face.

You open the palms of you hands causing the tail to fall from your grips and slam into you thighs. Corel's body jumped as his pupils turned to slits.

"Hey careful. You're working with delicate material," he hissed playfully at you. You suppressed your laughter as you tried to keep up the act.

"It feels cheap to me," you bit back. He let out a dramstic gasp as he looked at you with the most offended glare. The laughter escaped you at your best friend face.

Corel let out a deep laughter, finally breaking with you. He lifted up his arm and threw it over your shoulder. He leaned you towards him until you were laying on his chest.

Valentines may not have ended with you in the arms of a lover. But being able to joke and have fun with your best friend is good enough.

Tired, confused, and slightly hungry, you woke up to hear a bunch of footsteps and whispering around you. You open your eyes to see you were laying down on Corel's couch, but the whispering you were hearing didn't belong to Corel's.

You looked down to see that the door was wide open. You could see the outline of Corel leaning over with his human legs back. There seem to be a man on the other side that was doing the whispering.

You stayed still as you strain you eyes to see what's happening. The man moved away what looked to be a clipboard and Corel nodded. The newcomer reached behind him and handed something to Corel. He gave Corel a friendly wave before walking away.

Corel spun around to reveal that he was holding a boquet of red roses. They were wrapped in a black and purple ribbon with clear plastic covering the ends of the roses.

Who were those for? Did Corel already have plans for tonight? Maybe that why he was trying to get you out of the house? You really just force Corel to deal with your lonliness instead of being with his significant other. How bad of a friend are you?

Corel's eyes drifted over to you. His pupils turned in slits as his eyes widen. With lighting speed, Corel hid the bouquet behind his back.

"You're awake," he squeaked out before coughing. He used his left arm to cover his mouth as his eyes drifted anywhere, but you.

"You could have told me you had some plans," you grumbled feeling like crap. You sat up and a blanket slowly slid off you. He put a blanket over you while you slept. Here he is being the best friend and you've been nuisance for him. "I'll leave."

"Wait, no," he yelled running front if you. You jumped at how fast he moved. He really moves like a snake, even when in human form. "I don't have plans for tonight."

You eyebrows dropped as you obviously moved your eyes to boquet of roses peaking out behind him. Why would he buy a thing of roses for? Maybe his mom?

"Well, I mean. I do have plans with someone, but they're already here," he mumbled giving you a shy smile. He brought the roses forward and held them out to you.

Fresh water, soft perfume, and earthy scent all hit you at once. You looked down to see the most perfect boquet of red roses ever seen. But in the center was a single black rose with slight purple ends.

"I-I-what?" You squeak feeling heat travel up your face. You looked up to see Corel and his dilated pupils staring down at you with the biggest smile ever.

"They're for you. I was gonna surprise you with this stuff later today, but you came over earlier than I expected. And then you feel asleep, so I tried to be sneaky, but I failed at that," he rambled using his free hand to nervously scratch the back of his neck.

"You got me roses," you mumbled starring at them. He pushes them more towards and you took the silent hint. You reached forward and grabbed them slowly, scared that if you moved too much, you make wake up from this paradise. "Why?"

"Well, because you stayed with me even after learning I'm not completely human and didn't call Area-51 to take me off," you laughed at the joke as you hugged the flowers," and you're my bestest friend in the world. I wasn't gonna let you feel lonely on the day of love, when you deserve all the love the world can offer."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. When was the last time someone was this considerate of you. When was the last time someone put this much effort for you.

"Corel, I don't know what to say," you croaked out trying your hardest to keep down that tear. You were not going to be that person that cries over a bouquet of flowers. Even if they are very thoughtful and the best thing in the world.

"Wait, I'm not done. Follow me," he said with his smile widening. He reached down for your arn and gently pulled you up. He turned around and kept his grip on you, but it slide down to your hand.

He started moving towards the kitchen with you trailing behind him with your hand wrapped in his. He stopped in front of the door and spun around. He seem to be so giddly to show you what's behind thr door.

"Before you enter, I just want you to know that baking videos are a lord savior to me," he joked giving you a swift wink. Before you could question what that statement meant or why your heart skipped a beat at the wink, he pushed open the door.

The entire kitchen was decorated with red hearts and candles burning in the corner, prooducing a soft mood. But on every surface was your favorite sweets along with some of your favorite food.

You didn't even try to stop the tears that fell from your eyes as you looked back at Corel. His gazed soften as he looked at your tear stained face. His pupils expanded to the point where you couldn't see any of the yellow, but that didn't matter. Because standing infront of you was the best person in the world, not matter what species in the world.

"I love you so much," you choked out as a smile made it's way to your face. A pink hue spreaded rapidly over Corel's cheeks as he stared at you.

"Love you too," he said opening his arms. You didn't even think twice before running into his arms. Your face slammed into his firm chest as your arms wraoped around his torso.

You tried to think of the roses in you hand, but you felt so many emotions that you were trying to express with this one hug. But it won't do.

He wrapped his arns on your waist an pulled you closer to him. You could smell that cologne that you always loved on him along with his natural smell. It smelled right, it smelled like home.

"Happy Valentine, love," he whispered placing a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes as his cool lips pressed against your warm face.

And a Happy Valentine it should be.

Part 3

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I apologize if this is crap. I've written this while tired. I felled asleep twice just copying pasting onto his. I hope I didn't mess up anything. Anyway, Happy Valentines.

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Somewhere Only We Know

Requests:

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Paring: Bellamy Blake X Reader

Word Count: 2,274

Post Date: 4-20-19

Warnings: angst, fluff, death, no happy ending 😢

A/N: Thank you all so much for your support! I love writing for you guys and I’m having such a great time with all the requests! Also I love writing for Bellamy because he’s amazing and I love The 100. Well, I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you did the last ones! Also it’s based on the song Somewhere only we know by Keane and let me tell you, I had never heard of this song before and then I started listening to it for this and I instantly fell in love with it.♥️ I’m hoping I get the main gist of it correct for you all and that I do it justice because it is such a beautiful song. But you know it’s mainly in my head and how I felt writing through this song. Please go listen to it if you haven’t heard it before! This has got to be the longest story I’ve written, and I tried guys. I really did. Songfics are hard.😂 Love you all!

Also, idk if anyone reads this or not because it’s long as hell, but thanks if you do and keep requesting!

- Ria

*Based on Keane’s Somewhere Only We Know*

*Song lyrics are in bold*

*Not my Gif*

I walked across an empty land

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the earth beneath my feet

Sat by the river, and it made me complete

“Bellamy!” You call searching through the tents for your best friend. “What!?” He grumbles as you finally find him in his tent tying his shoes for the day. “Bellamy, I’m bored! I want to do something and as my best friend, I’m your responsibility to entertain. So. Entertain me.” You say as you plop yourself down our his mattress throwing your arms and head off the side, Bellamy chuckling looking at your upside face. “Fine smalls.” He says sarcastically using the nickname you hate causing you to roll your eyes, he calls you that because even though your one of the oldest people you’re also one of the shortest. He’s still chuckling as you flip yourself over on the bed getting your way, “you want to do something? Then come with me on the hunt.” You stare at his smirking face with wide eyes. “You, Bellamy Blake, are actually letting me, Y/N L/N, on a hunting trip? Am I dreaming or did I die because there is no way you would actually let me do that.” You smirk watching as he rolls his eyes. “Fine, don’t go if your just gonna act like this.” He starts out of the tent before you quickly pull him back simply apologizing then grabbing your spear. A few hours later, and a lot of joking complaints on your part, you and Bellamy decide to head back to the camp. Before you get to far Bellamy stops walking, causing you to run right into him since you weren’t paying attention, causing you to stumble to the ground. “Careful Smalls, you don’t want to hurt yourself there.” He laughs as he sticks his hand out for you to take. “ oh shut up Bell.” You snap back at his amused expression. “Why the hell did you stop? Did ya get scared of your shadow?” You joke as he lifts you to your feet gently pushing you a little when your feet are finally planted, letting out a laugh st your pretend shocked face. “I wanted to show you something before we go back, found the place the other day and thought you’d appreciate the ‘beauty and whatnot’ of it.” He says with finger quotes as yougot excited. You could always find the beauty in anything, that was one of the things Bellamy had always loved about you. When you all first came down to the ground, you were the only person besides Octavia who could make Bellamy laugh and smile like he felt when he was younger. He drags you away from the path into a huge field with flowers and a river going through it. He glances over to watch your reaction, smiling as he sees your smile triple in size and your eyes shift a million miles a minute to take in the wonderful sight. “Oh, Bell… It’s… It’s beautiful.” You whisper turning to him, catching the sunlight around him, making him look almost angelic as you chuckle and lie down on the grass next to the river. Pulling him down right next to you, staring at his face as he stares at yours, finally feeling completely happy for the first time since the ark.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

Walking around camp, you notice the stress levels are high. After Spacewalker and princess tried to “make peace with the grounders” everyone acts like they have a target on your backs. You aren’t that stressed because you trust Bellamy and, though you hate to admit it, Clarke and knew that they both had the 100’s best interests in mind. As you passed by the drop ships doors you began to hear yelling slowly building inside, knowing how everyone can be, you made your way inside to stop any potential fights, surprised to find Bellamy was there yelling at a smug boy who refused to work for the day. You grabbed Bellamy’s arm, feeling him tense when he felt your arm but saw him relax a little when he realizes it’s you. “Hey Blake, why don’t you take a break from threatening to kill people and come hang out with your best friend.” You smile as you see his eyes glance from the poor boy who seemed so confident at the start of this conversation, who is now looking like he crapped himself, to you who just so happened to be one of the only people not on Bellamy’s bad side. He reluctantly agreed and followed you out of the drop ship and to the gates. “Smalls, where are we going? We can’t leave camp, it’s to dangerous.” “Oh come on Bell, live a little.” You say winking as you both leave camp heading to the spot that he brought you to the other day, Bellamy lips curling up at the corners when he realizes where you’re taking him. “Ok Y/N, I get it, I need to relax but we shouldn’t be this far from camp after the bridge.” “Oh my god, Bellamy stop worrying, we are gonna be fine, besides I have you to protect me and you have me to protect you. And bell, I mean this in the kindest way possible… you look like shit. You need to relax AWAY from camp.” He feigns hurt as he places his hand to his chest causing you to snort at his ridiculousness. “Look Bell, I know you’re stressed and tired with everything going on at camp and i guess, I just wanted you to know you can tell me anything and always rely on me to make you feel better or just to be there, you just gotta let me in Bell.” Bellamy looks at you and smiles causing your cheeks to slightly blush as you pull him down by the river, placing yourself between his legs with your back lying down on his chest while he props both of you up with his arms. You stare up at the sky and then down at the river while Bellamy constantly scans the woods for Grounder movement, after a few minutes his eyes drift down to you as yours somehow managed to drift to his. For a few seconds Bellamy had forgotten about the grounders, the 100, and the damn ark that dropped you guys. He was just focused on you, and you focused on him. Both of you completely happy once again.

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Its been a week since you had managed to drag Bellamy to the field, and everyday since you and him have been going there for some time each day just to relax and spend time. You and Bellamy have been best friends since you were on the ark, you were the only person outside of the Blake family Bellamy had told about Octavia. He might have been a few years older than you, but you guys didn’t care as you both felt happy and carefree as friends. But lately, after you guys found your spot, things have changed, you think back on all the times you and Bellamy were just friends, people who deeply cared for each other, but not in a romantic way, not in the way Bellamy feels for you now, and the way you feel for him. “Y/N…” Bellamy says as you lean up against his chest in the field. You turn your head to face him as you hear with voice wavering, giving him a slight smile and nod to continue he adverts his eyes from your face looking up into the sky, throughly confusing you. You shift in his lap to face him place your hand on his cheek and pull his focus back onto you, worried that something had happened and he wasn’t okay. “Hey, Bell, it’s ok. You know can tell me anything.” His eyes bore into yours and your breathing hitches, “Y/N, I’m in love with you.” You feel yourself completely stop breathing, still staring up at the man you love, who closed his eyes and wished he hadn’t said that when he saw your reaction. After giving your brain a minute to process what had happened, you raise up and press a light kiss to his lips while his eyes opened in shocked. After he had realized what was happening he pulled you closer into him and pressed your lips harder to his, you hands had managed to find their way up to his neck and one into his hair, while his made its way onto your back and hips still pressing himself to you. When you separated the smile you had never left your face, “I love you too, Bell.” You whisper back to him causing him to pull you back into another kiss.

A few days after you and Bellamy started dating and became inseparable, you took a group on a hunting trip with Bellamy. Hunting trips have been limited in case of Grounder retaliation, but you all were desperate. When the hunt was ending and you were heading back, something had caught your eye. You told everyone to be quiet and get down as you and Bellamy were in charge of scanning the woods for the grounders. When Bellamy had caught sight of one of them, he got everyone’s attention to let them know, but then you got sight of another, then another, and another and soon, you were surrounded. You had no plan, you were scared but you weren’t going to let anyone see that, so you put on your best poker face and listened to Bellamy’s plan. When he was done explaining, the grounders were gone and you had no idea where they went. You guys remained close together, not daring to separate from the group, at least that was the plan. But one cocky idiot thought he was better off alone than with the group. He started running off, accidentally grabbing you in the process and pushing you away from the group. Seeing he had grabbed you, he stopped running to make sure you were ok. Dumb mistake. The second he had stopped moving a spear went right through his chest. And he hit the ground in record time. And without even thinking you stopped moving. Dumb mistake. Pain, that was all you felt, looking down at the spear prodding through your stomach. You could hear the grounders retreat as the fog horn sounded, and you could hear Bellamy scream your name and you hit the ground, falling like a tree. “Hey-y, no-o, no, no. Please I love you, no please don’t go.” He screams as he tries to pick you up to take you to camp, cradling your hand in his neck. “Bell-l, Bell-l please, I’m so tired, just… please.” You barely whisper blood starting to dribble out of your mouth, looking up at him. “No Y/N, please think of the field and- and the river, Y/N think of the river and when we said I love you. God Y/N please, please for me, keep breathing.” Your eyes had somehow fluttered close and your breathing short and barely there. “Bellamy, Bell, you- you were my dream.” You managed to whisper smiling before you went limp in his arms, your breathing completely stopped and his mind completely breaking.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?

You were gone. Bellamy hadn’t managed to go back to your spot since that day. But it’s been a week and he needs you, he needs to talk to you, to hold you, he relied on you more than he knew. You kept him sane. He felt tired, drained, and needed somewhere to go. So he went somewhere only you know, he went to the field. When he got there he fell on the ground, and for the first time since you died, he cried. He cried for a while, until he heard a branch snap behind him. Quickly grabbing his spear and wiping his face, he shot himself around, only to come face to face with Clarke, who apparently followed him to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. “Bellamy… what are you doing here? You should be back at camp.” She says as she places a hand on his shoulder as he remains on his knees staring at the ground. “I just… I need her. This was our spot.” He mumbles his eyes drifting up to the river remembering your face the first time he brought you here, when everything began. “You wanna talk about it?” Clarke says keeping her voice soft as to not upset him. “I can’t. It’s over. This was the end of… everything.” His voice becames breathy as he tries to hold in his emotions, not letting his co-leader see him cry. “I came here.” He said. “I had to come somewhere only we know.”

[anythingforcrepes]

(hey so I really don’t post my fics often, but i’ve been so excited about good omens that I felt the need to share! hope u enjoy!)

[1.2k ; Aziraphale x Crowley at a carnival by the ocean ; fluff ; slight AU?? ; no spoilers]

A flock of seagulls tumbled and glittered in the light wind, blissfully unaware of the sticky, hot boardwalk below them.

Aziraphale closed his eyes and listened to their chortling. He sat on a metal bench in the full sun and in his hands he clutched a half-empty bag of jellybeans. He scooped up a handful, opening his eyes only to quickly inspect them, and began popping them in his mouth. They melted quickly there, staining his tongue and teeth with a riot of colour. The yellow and blue beans were wedged between the bench slats–the rejects. He leaned back and sighed through his sugar-coated teeth, listening to the seagulls cackle overhead. It was far from the most beautiful sound on earth, but he got a subtle pleasure from its roughness.

The sun was eclipsed by a shaggy mane of red hair. Aziraphale, unsurprised, squinted at the ironically haloed head and patted the spot next to him.

Crowley shook his head in disgust and sat beside Aziraphale, avoiding the melting sweets.

“I can’t believe this,” Crowley said, picking a yellow bean out of the bench. “You’re wasting perfectly good jellybeans.”

Flustered, Aziraphale looked over at Crowley, his mouth full of green jellies.

“It’s notf wmaste!” he protested. “It’s feeding the ants, see? They love it!”

Crowley scowled and threw the bean behind him. Anyone passing by would think he was angry, but Aziraphale knew better. Behind his dark shades and scowl, Crowley was laughing.

Rifling through the packet, Aziraphale pulled a red bean and placed it in Crowley’s hand.

“There, that one matches your hair.”

Crowley rolled his eyes and tossed the candy in his mouth. He nearly spat it out. Cinnamon heart flavour. Ugh.

“So, what’s the plan, angel?” Crowley asked, stretching his legs. “Stroll on the boardwalk? Corn dog or two? I can win you one of those stuffed panda bears if that’s the real reason we’re here.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “Well, no, but I was wondering if we could go up in… that?” He pointed hopefully to something behind them.

Crowley whipped around, lowering his glasses. He hoped to G-O-D that Aziraphale wasn’t pointing at–

“The ferris wheel!” said Aziraphale, nearly dropping his candies. “I’ve always wanted to go on one. Look how cute it is!”

Dragging a hand down his face, Crowley took a second look at the thing. It looked like a bunch of haphazard steel poles, some wires, and a couple buckets of pastel paint decided to go on a bender together.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said, patiently. “May I remind you that you literally have the power of flight?”

“No need to remind me, Crowley. I’m well aware.”

“And that you can go about a thousand times higher than that thing could take you?”

“Yes, I am aware of that as well.”

Crowley took a long, slow breath, then jumped to his feet, striding towards the ferris wheel. “Well, c'mon then, let’s get it over with,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to watch Aziraphale blush with joy.

Each of his steps were three of Aziraphale’s, so naturally he reached the wheel first.

“Ticket please,” said the pimply gate watch, automatically extending his hand.

Turning to make sure Aziraphale hadn’t quite caught up yet, Crowley waved a hand in front of the teenager’s face. Instantly, the boy’s expression livened and he stood up straight.

“It’s free today, sir!” he said.

“Free?” Aziraphale said, a little out of breath. “Excellent!”

The pair picked a light pink carriage and sat down. It was a tight fit, to say the least. Crowley experimentally rattled the metal handle bar that rested across the two of them. Flimsy crap. Well, as long as Aziraphale was happy…

The ride jolted to a start, scaring both of them. Slowly, the wheel started to turn upwards. Crowley flinched at the creaking noise the carriage made as it swung in the wind, but his thoughts were directed elsewhere when he looked over at Aziraphale. The angel was in his element; with his eyes shining and white-gold hair being tousled by the sea air, he embodied the term angelic. Aziraphale held the bar with one hand and pointed out with the other.

“The ocean looks spectacular from up here, look! And the motion of the ferris wheel feels like waves…it’s almost as if we’re really among them.”

Crowley grinned and started violently rocking the carriage. Aziraphale gave a little yelp and clutched at the handle.

“Crowley, stop! I didn’t mean it like that!”

They laughed as their carriage made it to the top of the wheel and gently halted.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed between them, punctuated only by faraway seagull calls, the crash of a wave, and the gentle swish and creak of their carriage. Crowley eyed Aziraphale’s hands, still wrapped around the metal bar. If he could just scoot one of his hands closer, his pinkie finger could brush against a single knuckle. Aziraphale wouldn’t notice, would he? No. He hardly ever did. Crowley inhaled gently, and started to inch his hand along the bar.

Before he could get very far, Aziraphale lifted a hand and placed it on top of Crowley’s.

“Thank you for coming up here with me,” Aziraphale said, smiling at him. “I know it’s a bit of a silly bother, but it’s just one of those human contraptions I find so interesting…”

“Uh, yeah,” Crowley said, feeling his face go red and turning away. “No prob.”

“Crowley?”

“Angel?”

As Crowley turned back, Aziraphale’s other hand was there to cup his face.

Crowley froze, instantly remembering the words that had haunted him ever since Aziraphale said them just a few years ago:

It’s no risk for you and all the risk for me.

After an extensive dinner outing and several drinks they had been dancing, or swaying, more like, in the back room of Aziraphale’s shop. Crowley could hardly remember to move his feet, as the angel’s head was on his shoulder, and they had never been close like this before, despite their many previous drunken expeditions. Before Crowley could think too much about it, he had placed his fingers under Aziraphale’s chin and tilted his face upwards. Aziraphale eyes had flicked through emotions like a slot machine before landing on neutral seriousness. And then he had said the words.

And now, he would say them again. So Crowley sat still, and waited.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Aziraphale. “But it’s okay. For just this moment, it’s okay.”

It was like letting a ferret out of a cage. Crowley instantly reached across and buried his fingers in the back of Aziraphale’s hair. So soft, like duckling fluff. Aziraphale marveled at how Crowley’s fingers tangled desperately in his hair, and how hot his face was under his hand. Crowley leaned towards him, remembering the movies he’d watched, the half-joking, half-serious practice sessions he’d had in front of the mirror.

The ferris wheel took this moment to clunk back to life, throwing the pair forwards and almost out of the carriage.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake!” said Crowley. He slammed his hands down on the bar, half out of frustration, and half because his tongue burned the second the H-word was on it.

Aziraphale began to laugh, reaching up to cover the deep blush that had spread across his face.

The carriage soon touched the ground once more, and Crowley leapt out of it as if it was doused in holy water. Aziraphale took his time, dusting off his pants, getting a handkerchief out to wipe his forehead, thanking the ticket boy.

They walked back towards the boardwalk in silence. Crowley shoved his hands deep in his pockets and squinted at the sun, the hot dog vendor, anywhere and at anything but Aziraphale.

“Crowley, could we stop for a moment here?”

The pair halted by a booth for a ring toss game.

“Want the panda after all?” Crowley asked, unable to keep the gloomy edge out of his voice.

“No thank you, I’d much rather show you a magic trick,” Aziraphale replied.

Crowley groaned. Not another one. One a year was enough for him.

“Just bend down a bit…” said Aziraphale, rummaging in his pockets. “That’s right so your face is level with mine…”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, long enough for Crowley to see that Aziraphale was still blushing, ever so slightly. Then, Aziraphale leaned forward and pecked Crowley on the cheek.

“There,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t want you to go on that terrifying wheel for nothing.”

“It was fun, angel,” Crowley replied, giving Aziraphale a quick, barely perceptible nuzzle before straightening up. “So…corn dogs ?”

“Yes please,” the angel said, entwining his fingers in Crowley’s. It took nearly all the demon’s concentration to remember how to use his legs.

On their way to the stand, they passed a bench. In the slats, blue and yellow jellybeans had melted together under the midday sun. Soon, the ants would be upon them. But for now, they looked like crystals: sparkling, fresh, and bright.

[lukawodric]

(vatreniworld) #44 with Lucelo (otp/brotp/whatever you like) :)

i’ve added some other madridistas to join this weird story and i hope you like it!Trick-or-…trick!(44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.)With: Luka Modric, Marcelo Vieira, Karim Benzema, Raphael Varane, Toni Kroos, Gareth Bale & Marco Asensio!

The week has brought RealMadrid two difficult matches. It wasn’t the time to overthink the goals allover again, due to the tiredness that was consuming everybody, little by little.

The atmosphere was heavy and dull. The boys were running during the trainingsession like their legs were going to melt at any time. Their faces were asgood as Lopetegui’s expression when he watched all the balls getting into Keylor’sgoal. And then the balls hitting Courtois’ net.

In the locker room, Casemiro entered and met Luka, sitting on the wooden benchand drinking the blue isotonic. “It sucks, huh?” Luka sighed. “Yeah, bro. It really does. Everyone’s mood is killing the whole vibe.”Casemiro vented. He opened his wardrobe, took his jersey and then roughly closedit, making a loud sound of it.“But what can we do? There’s no way to turn this around.” Luka left his emptybottle aside and got up. “The day is so damn sad that Marcelo is 5 minuteslate.” He pointed at the clock.“You’re right.” Casemiro laughed. “I mean, the guy is the craziest one aboutthis team and is always here in time…-”“Imma tell ya, Lopetegui will definitely punish him as soon as he gets here.” Thistime, Luka’s wardrobe got opened and he started looking for his headband.“Or… maybe we can punish him.” Casemiro suggested.Luka slowly moved his head to stare at a thoughtful Casemiro, walking aroundthe room with an idea inside his mind.“W-what… what do you mean?” Luka questioned. “Do… you wanna fight him? Knockhim down or what? Don’t count me in!”“No, Lukita. Obviously not!” He interrupted. “Think about it: everybody’sfeeling sad as f*ck and maybe we can cheer this training up… just a little bit…”“I’m listening and I’m not really liking the pictures on my imagination.” Lukaprotested.“LISTEN. JUST LISTEN! We can play some tricks on Marcelo and also entertainthose men with a good soap opera.” Casemiro placed his fingers on his chinmeanwhile planning it all.“Are we going to sit down on the field and watch a Netflix s-“ Luka was stilltrying to figure it out.“Thank your dad for keeping you this naive, Luka. That’s not it. What about wepretend that you got hurt during the exercises for Marcelo to think that there’ssomething wrong?” The number 14 implied. “I’M IN!” Toni announced, while breaking into the locker room.“What?! Do you actually think that’s a good idea?” Luka asked.“Uhm… yes?” Raphael followed Toni. “C’mon, we need to get distracted somehow.”“And you know who had the injury that worried Marcelo the most?” Benzema asked,bringing his pair of boots on his hands.“No… no way I’m buying this silly game. What if he believes this kind of crap?”Luka started getting outraged.“Hello? That’s the intention, genius.” Asensio came out of nowhere, throwingthe ball right into Luka’s direction.“Guys, take it easy on him. Luka isn’t the player/actor type of person.” Garethjoined the locker room group. “Thank you, Bale. Are you with me?” Luka sighed in relief, holding the ball. “Are you kidding me? This plan sounds great! I’m in too.” Bale smashed his handagainst Casemiro’s, smiling.“Can someone else play the main drama part?” Luka begged and everyone kepttheir words for themselves. “Nice.”“Don’t you wanna bring this team back from the dead?” Benzema asked, taking theball from his hands.“Yes, I do… however-“ Luka tried to prolong.“THEN GOOD! Let’s do it.” Toni hit his back twice, making him step forwards tokeep his body still up.All of the boys started clapping and leaving the room to the field. Luka kepthimself steady, thinking about how pissed he would be if it happened to him.But he also considered the fact that Marcelo used to be so cool about jokesbetween them… and so did Luka. Wasn’t friendship also about playing littletricks? Maybe it’d cheer Marcelo’s feelings up too.A hand tightly held his arm, bringing him back to reality.“Oh good, is it the devil trying to drag me down for this?” Luka thought.The hand pulled him. “C’mon you dipshit, Marcelo has arrived.” Marco dragged him to the field.

Marcelo was greeting the guys, holding his backpack with a discouraged attitude.When his eyes met Luka’s, he walked in his direction and offered his left hand.“Hey, Lukita!” He forced a smile. “Hey… bro.” Luka squeezed his hand. For almost 1 minute.“Ah… are you okay?” Marcelo asked.“Yes. I’m alright. Fine. Nothing wrong.” He replied. “Then why are you still shaking hands with me?” Marcelo got confused.

In the background, Luka could only see Toni facepalming. Casemiro had his armscrossed and nodding his head in denial.

“It’s because… I missed you! Come here and hug me.” Luka pulled Marcelo andgave him the most awkward hug ever. “Th- g-ys are trying to pl-y a tr-ck on ya.”He tried to warn.“Lukita… WHAT?” He yelled. “Are you drunk before 2pm?”Gareth noticed that Luka wanted to ruin the plan and pushed him away fromMarcelo’s arms. “No, he’s not. He’s justrecovering from the trauma.” Asensio pressed Luka’s shoulder. “You know, those twomatches…” Harder. Luka squeaked. “Alright then… I’ll start warming up, otherwise Julen will kick somethingbesides the ball.” He left.“What were you trying to do?” Gareth asked while placing his hands on hiswaist.“Have you looked at him? He’s not fine.” Luka justified. “We should mindserious business-““For God’s sake, is just a game!” Raphael appeared, insisting on the tricks.“The plan is: we’ll start with that spot kicking exercise and when you make amove, you’ll fall and act like you’re in pain.” Casemiro started. “And then we’ll all check upon you, asking how are you doing and stuff. WhenMarcelo comes to you, act your ass off!” Karim added.“For how long am I supposed to prolong this theatre?” Luka rolled his eyes.“Until he starts crying.” Bale finished.“Let’s go?” Toni suggested. 

Theystarted walking to their positions. One by one, they kicked the ball, keepingone eye at the goal’s direction and the other eye on Luka, just to make sure hewouldn’t dare messing up with the plan again.When Luka’s turn came in, he kicked the ball as strong as he could, so maybe he’dbe able to improve the whole acting with some real pain. 

The ball flied all the way over the goal… and hit the crossbar. All of a sudden, everything went black and he felt his body hitting the ground.Like a boomerang, the ball made the way back right against Luka’s forehead,making the sound of the bone being pressed by the object echoes throughout thestadium. 

From afar, the boys saw his blond hair moving in slowmotion when his body startedgoing down. Toni facepalmed again; Casemiro and Marco covered their mouths in surprise; Raphaelmoved his hands through his hair; Benzema and Gareth with their eyes wide opencould only whisper one word: “f*ck!”; Marcelo rushed his steps to see themassacre closer. 

Luka swore for God that he saw more stars than the whole NASA team has everseen. The birds from the cartoons became reality on his imagination. His eyeswere crossed and his forehead had instantly got red. 

“Lukita!” Marcelo called him. “Big bro… is everything alright?” “Dad?” Luka asked.“How many fingers am I holding up?” The number 12 tried to test his sanity.“One, two, three, four… thousand…” Luka started pointing and counting. “Oh,your hair is looking good today. Have you tried that expensive shampoo thatGareth uses?” He changed the subject. 

The boys arrived.Toni poked Luka’s arm. “What have you done?”“Not so much lately, what about you?” Totally nonsense, he responded. “Come here. Hold my hand, let’s get up!” Casemiro gave his hand. “No! No… I like in here. Can I stay here?” Luka inquired, avoiding fromCasemiro’s touch.“Is everything alright?” Varane questioned, getting down on his knees.“It’s dizzy… and dark… I think I’m passing out…” Luka tried to organize histhoughts. “I could literally feel my brain shaking and probably something isout of its place…” 

While Luka started murmuring sentences in croatian, Karim went out to look forhelp. 

“Marcelito… big bro… let me ask you a favor…” Luka pulled Marcelo, grabbing hisshirt. He almost fell over his chest. “Tell Ivano that I love him and tell himto tell his sisters that I love them too…” “Luka?! Stop kidding, you’re not going to die… a-are you?” He started to feelmore concerned about the situation.“I don’t know… I-I can’t… move…” Luka informed and then closed his eyes.“Are you listening to this?” Marcelo turned his head to face the other boys. “He’stalking pure sh… Luka?” He glanced at his face again. “LUKA? Luka that’s not funny!” Shaking his body, Marcelo immediately shouted. “ANSWER ME, YOU TINYB*TCH! YOU CAN’T DIE! OPEN YOUR F*CKING EYES RIGHT NOW!”

Casemiro gave himself the benefit of the doubt. “Is this man the greatest actorever or the unluckiest guy in the world?” He thought quietly. 

“TELL ME YOU’RE ALIVE!” Yelling and completely out of control, Marcelo startedslapping Luka’s face, trying to wake him up. “YOU CAN’T BE DEAD. YOU CAN’T!HAVE YOU HEARD ME? IF YOU DIE, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” 

Everybody stopped walking side to side and stared at Marcelo. He listened to athousand different types of “what?” coming out uninterruptedly from everyone’smouths. 

“What?” Luka joined. “I SAID THAT wait, are you alive?” He directed his attention back at him.“Pretty much…” The Croatian one moved his body up, sitting down and quickly blinking.Marcelo helped him to get up.“I thought you were f*cking dead! You scared the hell outta me-““I just needed to close my eyes. The sun was burning them into flames… by theway, are they red?” He interrupted and pulled the skin under his eyes forMarcelo to check them up. “No, they aren’t!” Marcelo slapped him one more time, this time on his hands. “Butyour forehead is.”“It was all a plan. We were trying to play some tricks on you…” Casemiro nervouslylaughed and touched Marcelo’s shoulder.“We just wanted to get rid of this sad mood from the matches…” Toni added.“We just didn’t know that things were going to happen like this…” Varane ended. “So… your eyes aren’t red. Your forehead is.” Marcelo concluded. “Apparently…” Luka followed him.“But your face can get as red as your forehead, can’t it?” He asked, catchingthe ball.“Well, only if the ball hit me ag…-“ Luka couldn’t even finish the sentence andstarted running away as fast as possible. 

“Hey guys! The doctor is here to see how is Luka doing…” Benzema announced,bringing the help he went out to search for. He saw Luka running. “Well, heseems alright to me!” He laughed and tapped the doctor’s back, as a silentwarning that he could get back to what he was doing before… and then he sawMarcelo holding the ball on his hands. “Wait! Actually, you can stay and hopefor the best, just like us.”

[just-a-fun-loving-girl]

The McCall Twin

Chapter 4: 

"So you had serial killer slash sexy dreams with Allison; too much info, brother." I added a little common sense to the word brother. I mean seriously too much information. I never want to know about my brother's sex life, even if it's just a dream.

Scott rolled his eyes.

"What Sky really meant to say was- you killed her," Stiles told twin.

Scott shrugged. "I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I've woken up like that before."

"Really? I have," Stiles commented. "It usually ends a little differently."

I grinned, "Dreaming about me again, Stiles, pumpkin?"

Stiles snorted. "Hell yeah."

Scott scrunched up his nose and said, "Gross. One," He turned to Stiles slightly, "Never give me that much detail of you in bed again. And two," He turned so he was facing both of us, "Never joke around like that when I'm around. I don't need to imagine my baby sister and best friend doing things."

"Oh, like what you and Allison did in your dream last night?" I asked grinning as twin turned pink. "You know before you went all Animal Planet on her."

Scott groaned. "You will never let me live this down."

"You bet your ass I won't." I smirk smugly, slightly turning to him. "Also, you just told us about your dream."

"Let me take a guess here though," Stiles started, but Scott interrupted, "No, I already know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out."

"Ain't that a pretty picture," I sang.

Scott gave me a look, but I just smiled innocently.

"No, of course not," Stiles disagreed then saw the looks Scott and I gave him. "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey come on, it's going to be fine, alright? Personally I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly and Sky would agree, right?" He turned to me.

"I think it just hasn't sunk in yet. He'll crack and try to kill the whole town soon." Then you know what that equals... a mad Derek. And we all know a mad Derek is an even sexier Derek.

Stiles whacked the back of my head and continued, "Don't listen to Skylar. We all know she's in need of mental help."

"Yeah, you're right there with me, Stilinski," I said sticking my tongue out at him.

"Regardless Scott, you are doing awesome. You know, it's not like there's a 'Lycanthropy for Beginners' class you can take."

"Nice. Did you make that up right now?"

"Yeah, good right?"

"Permission to borrow?"

"Denied."

"Butt-munch."

"Asshole."

"Still not saying touché."

"Still not granting permission."

"Well played, Stilinski well played."

Scott gave both of us a look before saying, "Not a class, but maybe a teacher?"

My Sexy senses are tingling!

Stiles had the same train of thought. "Who? Derek?" He exclaimed then slapped the back of Scott's head. "Did you forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Ah," I sang, "I was against it."

Stiles rolled his eyes. He seems to do that a lot, or maybe it's when I'm around...? Nah.

"Yeah, I know but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus. It felt so real."

"How real?" Stiles and I asked simultaneously.

"Like it actually happened."

I nodded contemplating what twin said when I felt something strike the back of my head. I spun to Stiles, fuming. "Why'd you do that?"

"Oh, you know why," He said giving me a pointed look. Sexy senses going off again.

Then as the boys on my sides opened the door, I felt my jaw drop. There, in the school parking lot, with cops all around it was a school bus practically mangled and bloody. The emergency exit was almost torn from the hinges. There was blood marks all over it along with inside the bus. This was the bus from twin's so-called dream.

"I think it did," said Stiles to Scott.

And I couldn't help but shout out, "This is like Final Destination and Nightmare on Elm Street shizznit!" I felt something smack the back of my head again.

...You know I think Stiles just likes to feel my luscious, soft hair.

"Scott, Stiles," I panted trying to jog after them. "Would you two slow your freakishly long legs down? Come on, I'm only 5'4! Stiles, you know I can't run!" Maybe if Derek was dangling in front of me. Naked. God, help me. "Well, not in these shoes!"

Stiles ignored me as he told Scott. "She's probably fine."

"She's not answering my texts," Scott said frantically.

"Did you ever think that maybe it's because she hates texting you?" I asked. "I mean you are very boring to text and I hate texting boring people."

"Not helping, Sky," Scott exclaimed still on his phone.

"Wait," Stiles said, "Is that why you never text me back?"

"Wha? No..." I chuckled nervously. "You know nothing!"

"Guys," shouted Scott. "Paranoid, emotional werewolf freaking out right now."

"Twin, you made a funny."

"Skylar!"

"Sorry," Not.

"You know it could just be a coincidence. A serious, amazing coincidence." Stiles said to Scott.

"Just help me find her, ok?" So we helped my worrywart of a twin.

We walked around for a while. Scott was practically running, Stiles was trying to keep pace, and I, not running, walked nonchalantly until you know Scott decided to take out a locker. No seriously. This possessed wolf punched the locker and it almost fell off. Wish I could do that to Derek's clothes...

"Scott," I called, but he didn't turn. I suddenly saw someone walking this way and I sighed. "Oh hey, Allison."

She caught sight of me and grinned, "Hey Skylar."

Scott, hearing me say her name, ran into her. Literally.

"Oh," cried Allison. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Better get used to it if you wanna date Jake the dog here," I muttered almost inaudible, but Scott heard. He glared at me and I winked. "Well! I'm off. You crazy kids don't be late." I started walking away to find Stiles. He would be the first form the police to know what happened with the buses from his dad's stuff. Just hopefully we don't get caught...again.

As I was walking, I heard the intercom go on.

Attention students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses, but while the police work to determine what happened classes will," Please say no class, "proceed as scheduled." Damn. "Thank you." Screw you.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find Stiles and since the last bell already rang, I walked to class slowly. Why not ditch right? Well, I believe that ditching is wrong- Ha! Couldn't even think that with a straight face. No, it's just if my mom finds out, she'll kill me. Also, I value my grades too much. Hell, I don't even like getting a B.

Classes were a blur until Chemistry. As I got in the classroom, I sat next to Mark, my partner, and looked at Stiles, who was to my left. Everybody was already working and Mr. Harris wasn't paying any attention, so it was the perfect time to talk. I mean I'm ahead 2 weeks, so I don't really care.

"Hey, I looked for you all morning," I said to him.

"Come to confess your undying love?"

"I don't see Derek."

"Nice," He remarked. "What's up?"

"You're going to snoop in your dad's files about the bus, right?" I asked.

He nodded, "Duh."

"Count me in," I said.

"Oh sweetheart, you had no choice in the matter anyway."

"I am not saying touché."

"Damn you."

Mr. Harris quieted us down. As soon as he looked away, Stiles, Scott and I began talking about the bus possibilities.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott said to us.

I gasped quietly, "Twin, you're going emo on me."

He glared, but the smile on his lips threw him off.

"Could have been animal blood," said Stiles. "You know maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"Oh no, Thumper," I whisper-shouted.

Scott's lips twitched slightly. "And did what?"

"Ate it," I had to bit my lip from laughing at Stiles.

"Raw?" Derek can eat me raw. Maybe Stiles is right... I do need mental help.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." I snorted silently. "I don't know. You're the one that can't remember anything."

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while," Mr. Harris said loudly.

"Wha," Stiles started, but Mr. Harris stopped him, "I think you and both McCalls would benefit from a better distance, yes?"

"No," I said turning his and the class' attention to me, "I work awesome with Mark here." I nudged my partner.

"Ms. McCall, if you work so well there then how come you don't even know your partner's name." His name is Mark! "I think I'll relieve Zack of you. Move." Wow, I was way off.

"Sorry, Zack. You just look like a Mark," He smiles and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I'm losing the best partner I've ever had," I smile and held my fist which he bumped with his. "I'll still help. No worries."

Stiles, twin and I moved to three desks completely out each other's hearing ranges. I sat down next to some other dude. I think his name was Josh Thomas.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be a little too much," Mr. Harris said sarcastically.

I raised my hand.

"Ms. McCall, need help remembering Mr. Lewis' name?" Oh...I don't even wanna know his first name.

The class chuckled, but I continued, "I feel pain in my chest." From being away from Derek.

"Do you now?"

"Yes," I nodded. "It's the anxiety kicking in, sir."

Chuckles sounded across the room.

He rolled his eyes. Unprofessional! "Get to work, McCall."

I saluted him which, in turn caused him to roll his eyes again. I turned to the book and groaned. I hate Chemistry! Save me!

Then the heavens answered my calls as the chick -I was sure her name was Krista, but with my bad name memory or more like I don't give a shit, who knows- sitting next to Scott exclaimed, "Hey, I think they found something."

Chairs scraped the floor as the entire class, including me, ran to the window. I pushed my way near the glass because let's face it these people are giants compared to me and I couldn't see crap. I mean there is like one chick in this class who is shorter. Ha midget.

As I reached the window, I saw an ambulance parked there. But that wasn't the only thing- I saw some cops pushing a gurney, but that's not the thing that made my stomach drop. It was the person on it.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott whispered as I said at the same time, "That's not Thumper."

Suddenly, the guy laying on the gurney jumped up screaming. The class jumped and some girls cried out. I just did what I always do when I get scared; I instinctively grabbed Scott's hand tightly. He complied. Then we both began moving backwards when Stiles came up to us.

"This is good, this is good. He got up. He's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." I couldn't help the tiny chuckle that came out.

Scott squeezed my hand before saying, "Stiles, I did that."

Hell hath no fury like a werewolf scorned.

"I'll just take cheese fries and a blueberry muffin."

The lunch lady grabbed what I asked and then I paid and thanked her. After I paid for my food and began walking to where Stiles and Scott were sitting.

"Something happened last night, but I don't know what," I heard Scott say as I sat down.

"We'll figure it out, Scotty," I said grabbing a corndog.

"Wow, Skye, muffin?" Stiles asked.

"Leave me and my muffin alone," I said patting the beautiful creature.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "With pleasure." Then he turned to Scott. "What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?"

Uh, because he is sexy.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control." Ooh, that sounds hot. He can control me all the time. "While I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy." And ain't that just downer?

"You don't know that," Stiles and I said in unison.

"I don't not know that," Twin countered.

"That is some major grammar error."

"Really, Sky?"

"Just saying..."

Scott sighed, "I can't go out with Allison. I'll have to cancel." No twin!

"No, you're not cancelling. You just can't cancel your entire life," Stiles amended.

"Yeah listen to him. He's actually making sense for once in his life."

"I choose not to acknowledge that comment."

"You just did."

"...Damn it." He turned to twin. "We'll figure it out."

I smiled proudly before biting into my muffin. I wonder how Derek can help. Or if there's a cure. My thoughts were cut as a tray appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw the one thing that made me lose my appetite. Lydia. I'm kidding. I love Lydia.

"Figure what out," said the ginger haired girl.

Stiles looked completely shocked that 'the water to his Adderall' was sitting here with us. Ha, that's a good one! I can't tell Stiles though because he'll try to steal it. Hmm, then they'd both be stealers.

"Oh-uh-um," Stiles and twin muttered before twin got out, "Homework."

"Yeah right Skye?" Stiles nudged me. I looked up and nodded.

"Sky, you're funny," Stiles laughed nervously before turning to me, whispering, "Why is she sitting with us?"

Swallowing, I whispered, "No clue, but she's sitting here willingly. Get at that, Stilinski."

Stiles grinned at me then turned to Lydia, who was looking at us. "H-Hi."

"Smooth, Casanova," I whispered, chuckling.

Then all of a sudden people started sitting with us. Some chick sat next to Stiles and Danny sat next to me. I had no clue who the other people were. The only ones I knew were Lydia, Danny, and Allison and Jackson, who just joined us.

"Get up," Jackson told the guy sitting at the end of the table.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?"

Danny piped in, "'Cause I never stare at his girlfriend's coin slot."

I sniggered and nudged Danny, "Good one." Then I caught the guy that was moving looking down my shirt. "Hey! Don't stare at my coin slot!"

Scott growled lowly at the dude and we all turned to him. Scott glared at the dude, but caught everyone staring at him. He cleared his throat and said, "I just got over being sick."

I stifled a laugh and winked at twin.

"So I hear that they're saying it's some type of animal that did it. Probably a cougar," Danny said biting into his apple.

Jackson said, "I heard mountain lion."

"I heard it was some hormonal teenager," I muttered.

Suddenly, Stiles yelped.

Everybody turned to him and he said, "Oh, um, stomach problems."

I snickered at him until I felt something jab at my shin. "Ow, bastard-bitch!"

Now it was my turn to get looks.

"What? I cut my finger." I said nursing my perfectly fine finger. All the while, I was glaring at Scott, who seemed entranced with his tray.

"Bastard-bitch?" Allison smiled at me.

I nodded, "Oh yeah. I have a very colorful vocabulary."

"Well, I like it," Lydia said looking at me.

"Thanks..."

Lydia waved at me and turned to Jackson. "Anyway, a cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?"

"Who cares?" Jackson, being the kindhearted guy, said, "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's going to die anyway."

"Well aren't you a sweetheart," I smiled falsely. He just glared at me. I smiled sweetly to my jackass of a best friend.

"Actually they just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles showed us the video on his phone. "Skylar, stop touching the screen."

"Well, I can't see it! Move your Shrek fingers! Ow! There is no need for violence, Stilinski."

"Ow! If there's no need for violence then why did you hit me?"

"You misunderstood. I meant there's no need for violence towards me. Not to you."

"You're a retard."

"Takes one to know one."

"Children, children, please," Allison smiled.

The sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident, but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to the local hospital, where he remains in critical condition.

"I know this guy," Scott and I said after seeing the picture of the man.

"You do?" Allison asked.

Scott nodded, "Yeah, when Skylar and I used to take the bus -back when we lived with our dad- he was the driver." Oh yeah. He's such a sweetheart. He always gave me candy.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia butted in. "Like...Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She turned to Allison.

Allison looked confused as was everybody at the table.

Lydia sighed at the incompetence. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um," Allison said slowly. "We were thinking of what we were going to do." Why does everything sound so wrong to me?

"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos," That's what she does on her free time? My time is better! Thinking of Sexy while eating pizza with triple chocolate mocha coffee frappe while watching Netflix ...Oh yeah. "So if the six of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." Six?

Allison looked even more confused. "Six of us?"

Lydia sighed, frustrated. "Yes, six. You and Scott. Me and Jackson. Skylar and..." She trailed off as she looked at Stiles.

"S-Stiles," He stuttered. Aw, he's so whipped.

"Yes, Skylar and Stiles," She finished.

Wait did she just say Skylar and Stiles? "Me and Stiles? Huh? Wha?"

"Well, you two are dating, aren't you?" Lydia asked as she picked up her spoon.

"No!" Stiles and I practically shouted at her. Why does everyone think we are dating? Mom. Now Lydia. Who's next? Oh, I hope Derek doesn't hear about this. He needs to know I am waiting for him.

Lydia raised an eyebrow at us.

I decided to explain. "We're not dating. Never have, never will. I'm single. S-i-n-g-l-e. Besides, I'm busy tomorrow. Can't go out."

Stiles nodded frantically. "Yeah, I have to...help my dad. Yeah, that sounds good. I have to help my dad. No good for me."

Lydia just shrugged at us and turned to Jackson. As she looked away, I spun to face twin to see how he was handling this. I mean he thought it was an actual date. Just the two of them.

"Hanging out? Like the four of us?" Scott said. "Do you wanna hang out like us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." Allison nodded.

The look on twin's face was so horrible. Mine couldn't have been better. I threw my hands up in the air and Stiles rubbed his face exasperatedly.

"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork," Jackson held up his fork to his face before Lydia pulled it away.

"Can I do it?" I asked him.

Jackson just glared at me whilst Stiles snorted into his water.

Suddenly, Lydia gasped, "How about bowling?" She turned to Jackson quickly. "You love to bowl!"

"Yeah with actual competition." Let me get Sexy up in hurr! He'll whoop your ass! ...Derek has an awesome ass. Oh fuck.

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison said playfully. "You can bowl, right?" She asked Scott. He couldn't bowl of his life depended on it.

"Sort of." I restrained the snort that almost came out.

"Is it 'sort of' or yes?" Jackson asked sitting forward.

"Yes," Scott said exasperatedly. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."

"No, you-," A hand covered my mouth. Stiles. I ripped his hand of my mouth and slightly twisted it and gripped his damn wrist. Hard.

His mouth opens and tries to get my grip to loosen. -----------------------

"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed to twin.

"I know! I'm such an idiot," Scott said.

I piped up, "Well let's not dwell on the obvious."

Scott glared at me.

"Come on twin, why would you say that? You suck hairy nuts at bowling."

"Gosh, your metaphors are oh-so warming," Stiles noted, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.

I just stuck my tongue out at him.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck," Yeah, a car wreck times 1,000,000,000. "First, it turned into a group date thing and then out of nowhere comes that phrase."

"'Hanging out'," Scott said just as bothered. You would think the phrase was a death sentence! I would love to hang out with Derek. Preferably naked.

"You don't hang out with hot girls. Ok, it's like death."

"Stiles, should I plan your funeral? I mean you hang out with me like all the time." I smiled innocently.

He rolled his eyes, but praised. "Nice. Anyways Scott, once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."

Scott groaned. "How is this happening?"

"Well, it all started when My dearest best friend Lydia-," Scott cut me off, "I didn't mean literal, Sky."

"Ugh, I either killed a guy or I didn't."

"Wow, isn't that something you hear every day in a school hallway," I commented sarcastically.

"I don't think Danny likes me very much." Oh Stiles, you off-topic fool.

That reminds me. "Why does everyone assume Stiles and I are dating? I don't even like him, no offense."

"I asked Allison on a date and now we're hanging out."

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?"

"Do we do couple-ish things? Smacking the back of the head isn't romantic, is it?"

"I make first line and the team captain wants to destroy me. And now," Scott looked at his phone, "I'm going to be late for work." He began walking away. "Catch a ride with Stiles, Sky!" I should've took my car.

"Wait twin, you didn't answer me! Why does everyone think Stiles and I are together?" He ignored me as well as Stiles. "Wait Scott, you didn't- Am I attractive to gay guys? You didn't answer my question."

I sighed, "What an ass-munch."

"I usually try not to agree with you for the sake of my mentality, but oh how you are right."

"And I usually wouldn't dignify you with an answer about attractiveness, but you should really ask Danny. I may be a chick, but we have completely different minds when it comes to gay men."

"And I appreciate that. So," He held out the crook of his arm, "to the Jeep?"

I accepted his arm and shouted, "To the Jeep!" ------------------------

"Whoa, whoa, so twin you went to see Derek?" Without me...No fair!

After school, I ended up staying with Stiles and just kicking his ass in Black Ops until twin called. Turns out after work the slimy twin went to see Derek to ask him for help. It's not fair! I'm the one who told him to say yes to Derek and he finally agrees, but doesn't take me with. That's bullshit!

"Yeah, he told me to come here and go inside the bus. He said I would remember that way."

I don't what bothers me more. That fact that my brother could've hurt some man or that Scott saw Derek without me. Ah, who the hell am I kidding? We all know what bothers me the most and it ain't my old bus driver. Condolences to you Garrison.

Stiles parked the Jeep and we all jumped out. Mm, I'm getting deja-vu. Where have we done this before?

Stiles and I started walking towards the fence when Scott called out, "Wait just me. Someone needs to keep watch."

"Well, I've been told I'm a horrible look-out, so guess that means you, Stiles," I said patting his back. "Tough luck, homey."

"No, no, no, if anyone is going it's me. Not this mental patient."

"Oh, I think shumeone's still upset that he got his ass kicked at Black Ops earlier."

"Psh, I let you win."

"Is that what they're calling it nowadays?"

"Touché- crap! I said it before you did."

"Ha, how does it feel to lose two -gonna be three- times in a row in one day?"

"How does it feel...Oh, I'll get you back!"

"We shall see."

"Guys," Scott exclaimed. "You both are staying here."

"Ok, why is it starting to feel like you're Batman, I'm Robin, and Skylar's Batgirl?" If anything I'm Wolfgirl...or even Derekgirl. "I don't want to be Robin all the time! And I am positive Skylar does not want to be Batgirl."

"Hell no! You better recognize, twin!" Mm, Stiles and I seem to be agreeing more lately.

"Nobody is Batman, Robin, or Batgirl any of the time," Scott told us.

Stiles' shoulders fell. "Not even some of the time?"

"You lie!" I have the best lines ever.

"Just stay here," Scott said sternly.

"Oh my God," Stiles and I shouted before storming to the Jeep.

Stiles and I climbed into the car; both of us were fuming until I broke the silence, "That was a really cool exit."

"Definitely," Stiles agreed. "We were so Batman right there."

"Hell yeah, homey."

"Um Sky?"

"Yo?"

"You see those lights?"

I looked up and sure enough I saw flashing lights coming this way. "Time for us to be Batman again. Stiles love, honk it!"

I'm telling you- Best lines ever.

[thoughtsofdarc]

My Latest Mission... pt.11

Reader (Y/N), Clint, Bucky, Sam. Warnings: Language. Being a Hydra asset. Angst. Violence. Blood. Clint being wise (Come on, that HAS to be a warning!)

Part 1… - Part 2… - Part 3… - Part 4… - Part 5… - Part 6… - Part 7… - Part 8... - Part 9… - Part 10... 

The chill night air fill my lungs when I take in a deep breath. It's so quiet up here, no sounds coming from the city beneath us and all the lights from cars, buildings and street lamps makes the scenery before me almost fairytale-like. I've started to come up here when my nights are bad and the terror fills my mind. Up here I feel free.

Tonight is one of those bad nights, I can't shake the feeling of being in danger. I know I'm not, but ever since my time in Hydra I've always been on high alert, you know... Since I never knew when they would come for me, beat me, hurt me... Tonight my room felt too small, and the walls seemed to close in on me, imprisoning me. Even though I know it's all in my head, I can't seem to find the will to fight the feelings today, so I went to the roof to find some peace for myself. It's a cold evening, but I don't really care. The serum in my blood makes me run hot and I don't really feel the cold anymore. Sometimes I miss it, but most times I don't even think about it. I take another deep breath, calming the inner chaos in my head. But as I let the air slowly out of my lungs again, I feel a presence close to me. Every fiber in my body jerks awake and in less than a second I'm ready to fight for my life. "What are you doing up here, Kid?" the low voice of Clint reaches me from only a few meters apart. He is the only one I've ever known, that can move so silent that he can come almost all the way up to me, without I'm noticing. "SHIT! CLINT!" I jump when he talks and I glare at him "haven't we discussed that sneaking up on a super soldier and scaring the crap out of her is a bad idea?" I huff out the words as I try to calm my heart again. I'm not one to get scared, people don't usually have the ability to get the chance to do so. But Clint does, and he has taken every chance he got ever since he found out. He chuckles a bit, clearly enjoying the moment. And just for a second I think of dangling him over the edge of the tower, just for a second, to get back at him. But the joyful smile and the humor in his eyes makes me decide against it. Apparently I have a soft spot for the archer. He sits next to me and take in the view of the city before he speaks again "Nightmares?" he looks at me with soft eyes "You know you can talk to me, kid" "It makes no sense for you to call me Kid... You know that right?" I give him a half smile "I'm way older than you" He leans back on his hands and takes a deep breath with that amused smirk on his lips. "I know... But I like it, do deal with it, kid!" I giggle a bit as I shake my head and he continues "But seriously y/n, what's up. Are you okay?" I pull my knees up, put my arms around them and put my chin on top. My eyes search the distance without really looking for anything. "Yeah, I'll be okay. It's just one of those nights you know... I can't shake the feeling that HYDRA will suddenly be here to take me back. My room felt like a prison cell and I couldn't calm my thoughts enough to get rid of the feelings. I know it's stupid, I know I'm safe here... " My voice trails off, not knowing what else to say to explain. Clint doesn't say anything to begin with, it's almost as if he is trying to imagine what I'm going through. But then the sits back up and look at me, his calming blue eyes explore my face. "You know... I would be deeply concerned if you didn't feel that way, kid. The things you have been through, the fear, the pain and the torture. And you went through it all alone, you didn't have anyone to depend on... That just gotta mess with your head one way or another" He reaches out and gives my arm a gentle squeeze. "It's alright to struggle with inner demons, just don't keep it to yourself. All of us have been there in one way or another, so I speak of experience when I tell you to open up about it. Hell, even Bucky has started to open up, and heactually begins to seem quite human" Clint laughs at his last remark, but it only makes me groan and hide my face between my knees. After the fight I had with Bucky, things has in some ways lightened up, and in others made everything worse. It feels like Bucky tries, he doesn't leave the room as soon as he sees me anymore, he even asked me to pass the salt one time in the kitchen, so yeah, that's progress... Baby steps, as Steve says, is better than nothing. I've also grown much closer to Clint, even though, I believe that that has something to do with him finding it hilarious, that I beat up Bucky... I think he kind of forgets that Bucky beat me up too. In general the rumors about the fight has traveled around to everyone, Avengers, staff, S.H.I.E.L.D agents, including agents that does not even live in the tower. Everybody knows, and everybody has made an opinion about me from that. Some good, but a lot of bad too... "Hey, cheer up, kid. I know he's your friend... He'll come around, I promise" Clint seem to read me like an open book sometimes. It's a little freaky when he does that, but it also makes everything so much easier when being around him. "How can you promise me that?" I look up at him again, meeting his blue eyes and soft caring smile. "He just needs a reason to trust you again. You know, to feel and experience that you are there for him, like you always been. He loves you y/n... He loves you, and that scares the shit out of him, 'cause you hold the power to destroy him completely if he chooses to trust you, and you in return turn out untrustworthy. Do you know what I mean?" The sassy archer with a joke for every opportunity looks at me with such seriousness in his expression, that I cannot do anything than to trust him. I give him a tired smile and stretch my legs in front of me. " You know... I like this clever and wise Clint, maybe you should let him out more". The deep low laughter that erupts from the man by my side, lifts my mood tremendously.

Another day another boredom... I'm starting to be a bit restless in this huge tower of Tony's. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the action, I miss to have a purpose. NOT the killing purpose and the beating innocent people up and stuff... That's a part of don't want back! But I see the gang go out on meaningful missions, I see them do good things, and I want that too. Tony and Steve have put me in training, so one day I can hopefully join them... But there are still a lot there needs to be done before I can go. This means I'm alone again, as Steve and some of the others are yet again away. Bucky is somewhere around, but not with me... shocker!

He's probably with Sam, neither of them had to go on tis mission, so I guess they are somewhere doing their own stuff. I throw the book to the other end of the bed. God, I can't even concentrate on reading a damn book. I've been trying watching TV, but as fun as it is, my head just can't keep up in the long run. I've hit the gym for a few hours and now I've read a book... Well, tried to read a book. I get up and walk to the big window. It's become one of my favorite places in the whole tower, my bedroom window. I feel like I can see the entire world from here, and I love it! But today I just stare frustrated out, and wish I could be part of that world. I lean in, rest my forehead on the cold glass and look down towards the gate where Brett is working. Why doesn't the gate close? It's been open for almost an entire minute now, and there are no cars in sight... Normally it closes as soon as a car has gone through. I straighten up and look closer... Is that? Is that Brett on the ground?! My heart starts to pound like crazy, and my head spins for a second. I trail the road leading up to the tower with my eyes, and when my eyes stop at the bottom of the tower, my eyes go wide and adrenaline kicks in. The guard that's normally standing by the door. is lying on the pavement, 30 feet from it. Blood is very clearly surrounding his head running down the hill. What the hell? My feet moves before my mind catch up on what I just saw. I run as fast as I can towards Bucky's room, praying that his in there, but before I even reach the door I hear gunshots and men screaming and yelling commandos from the living area. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, what's going on?" I yell out as I run the other way as fast as I can. There's no answer.... The ever present A.I is suddenly silent.

Something is definitely wrong! As I turn the corner I literally run into a man I don't know. But as we both regain our balance he raises a semi automatic rifle toward me. Well, I guess a said I missed the action... Now here it is! In a swift motion I raise my leg and kick the rifle to the right, the sudden hit causes the man to pull the trigger and the bullets spilling out of the gun, leaves a long line of holes in the wall beside us. I step forward, grab a hold of the man's shoulders, yank him downwards and knee him right in the face. As he tries to regain his aim on me, I grab he rifle by the barrel, jerk it out of his hand and swing it full force to the side of his head. The man's eyes turn white and he falls to the floor, hard. I look at the rifle, and see that it's bent... Great, that's not going to help me now. Apparently super strength isn't always a good thing, I think grimly to myself as I start to run toward the living area again. Something is going on down there. Just before I reach the door, I stop, look back and send Tony a silent thank you. Even with all of his fancy gadgets and artificial intelligence robot things, he's still old fashioned in some ways. In a case on the wall is a fire extinguisher and beside it, the thing that caught my eye... A huge fucking axe! At least I'm not going in unarmed. I stop just outside the door and listen, trying to figure out just how many intruders there are. "This has been far too easy, I thought you guys were the mighty Avengers, unstoppable and strong... And yet here we are, taking over your tower like it was made of Lego. You are pathetic!" The sound of someone hitting someone else, followed by a humorless laughter reaches me, and my blood freeze.... That voice belongs to Brock! Anger rises in me, and I adjust my grip on the axe before I step into the room and take in the sight before me. Sam is on the floor, unconscious with blood on his face. I try to detect a rise and fall off his body as he breathes, but the angle he is in makes it impossible. I pray to whoever is out there, that he is still alive. A few feet from Sam is 3 agents with HYDRA emblems on their uniforms and besides them is Bucky on his knees, hands locked in a device that's made to contain him. I know these 'cuffs' I've been in them too... Brock is holding a gun to Bucky's head, and an evil smile is on his lips. "Rumlow!" I roar, catching the attention of all the men in the room. "Well, well, well... There you are! I thought you were hiding from me, sweetheart..." Brocks eyes light up with something I can't really describe, other than absolutely bat shit craziness. "I've missed you so much. Been looking everywhere, trying to find you... And then, here you are, hiding with your old friends the entire time" Bucky looks from Brock to me, catching my eyes. "Let him go!" I command, but it only makes Rumlow laugh more. He acts like he has lost the last trace of sanity, since the day I left him in the park. I can only imagine what they have done to him as punishment for letting me slip away. "I'm afraid I can't do that, babe... You should know, it was your job to bring him back to us!"

The way he says the pet names, makes a shiver run down my spine. Bucky stare at me, like he can't quite figure out what to think. I can see the anger radiate from him, but I can't read if it's ment for me or for Brock. "Get up, Soldier!" he commands and yank in Bucky's arm "It's time to go!" "I told you to release him, you bastard!" I shout and take a step toward them with the axe raised. The agents beside Sam moves closer to me with their raised guns, but Brock yell "Stop! We need her alive too!" The agents step back, but don't lower their weapons. I look at Bucky, search his eyes and hope he understand what I'm trying communicate without words. "Trust me?!" I ask quietly. He looks me directly in the eyes, and for the first time since we met again, I see some of the old Bucky there. "What?" he asks. "Can you trust me?" the question hangs thick in the air. And then, there he is... my Bucky. He looks at me, nods and say "Yes, do it!" as he raises his hands high over his head and I do the same with the axe firmly in my grasp. Before Rumlow even reacts, I throw the axe at Bucky, with all the force I have in my body. As soon as the axe is out of my hands I throw myself at the nearest agent, taking them all by surprise. The sound of metal hitting metal is loud and cuts into the ears, but my God, it is a good sound, because the second the axe hits, Bucky is free. The metal plates in his arm shift as he fists his hand and readies for a fight. 2 super soldiers to 4 men is a fair fight... For the super soldiers.

And before long they are all knocked out on the floor. When the last agent hits the ground, both Bucky and I rush to Sam and turn him over. He has a nasty gash over his eye that bleeds a lot, but he is still breathing, thank God! "Sam... Sam!" I call out and shake him gently. "Come on bird-brain, wake up!" Bucky slaps Sam on the cheek, which makes him groan a bit as he tries to open his eyes. When he finally does look up at us, he says gruff "That's about damn time you too started to work together!" before he shuts his eyes tight and let's his head fall back to the floor with a groan.

Part 12...

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Drowning (PART 1)

The pain stabbing into my eyes, the pressure popping in my ears, made me regret the whole thing almost immediately. I didn’t know it would be like that. I didn’t know my whole head would feel like it was splitting open as I lost air. I was so, so fucking stupid.

The moment came when I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, and I involuntarily breathed in, a spasm of the lungs I couldn’t control. My chest hurt, my entire abdomen, my lungs burning, trying to pull in air that didn’t exist and breathing water instead. It was like fire, deep inside me, worse than fire on my skin.

I thought the pain was a good sign, at first. I thought it meant I was dying, finally. After all, of everything I’d tried so far, this was, by far, the most painful. My body couldn’t heal itself quickly from this, like it had with my disastrous attempt with fire.

I was drowning, over and over, just like I had been for months, only literally, now. And I just wished I had thought this through a little harder before jumping into the lake with chains twisted around my legs.

It wasn’t my fault, though, was it? Being immortal meant living forever, it meant healing from anything. It didn’t mean I was any fucking smarter than the next guy, apparently.

As I floated there, at the bottom of the lake, chains around my legs to keep me submerged, drowning painfully, I had a surprising moment of clarity. Or maybe not that surprising. Fuck, I was so stupid. Also, it was kind of hard to think when my brain was being damaged from lack of oxygen.

As it turned out, I wasn’t taking the whole immortal thing very well. “Thank you, Captain Obvious”, right? Well, excuse me for having a hard time accepting the loss of my true love and my apparent immortality, all in the same week.

James’ death killed me. Or, I wish it had killed me. Nothing could kill me, I guess. As it turned out. Not even the head on automobile collision that had killed James. Not even a broken heart. Not even the bullet I’d put in my brain three days after I’d woken up in the hospital. Or starving myself. Or jumping off a roof. Or…

Anyway, back to my moment of clarity. Other than how stupid I was.

I wanted to be with James again, so bad, and I couldn’t, so I just kept torturing myself, as if I’d eventually find the one thing that could kill me. But there wasn’t anything. Nothing could kill me. That was my moment of clarity. And I was so stupid that it had taken being trapped in a state of constant drowning to realize it.

James wouldn’t have wanted this for me. He wouldn’t have wanted me to hurt myself. He had always tried so hard to protect me, to take care of me. Seeing me like this would kill him all over again.

As the spasms of cardiac arrest started once again, my mind blanked, and all that was left was James’ face, as if imprinted on my mind’s eye.

It was nice, seeing him again, even if it was just another flash of my life, before I died for the third time. I suppose that was one good thing about being stuck drowning over and over. At least I got to see James again. “Look on the bright side,” he would say. “Gotta find the silver lining somewhere.”

In hindsight, I guess my immortality wasn’t that weird. No, I mean, it was weird. Really fucking weird. I’d never heard of another immortal person before, anyway. At least, I didn’t think I had. Which brings me to the reason why I don’t find it that weird, in retrospect; I didn’t have any memories older than eight years or so.

The doctor James took me to when he found me said I had focal retrograde amnesia, but a rare kind, because I didn’t remember much from before James found me, not even my childhood. I remembered waking up being covered in blood and some other kind of organic matter. I didn’t know who I was, where I was. I spoke English, and so far I’ve been able to understand every other language I’ve heard since then, too. I knew some things, like how the world worked, like how to be a person, but other things were a complete mystery, and James had to teach me.

My vision went yellow as I started to slip away, then black as I died, then pure white as I came back. On repeat, every few minutes.

It was getting harder to remember who James was, every time, I realized. That wasn’t good. I didn’t want to forget him. If I had to go on living without him, I wanted to remember him, at least. I wanted the memories of everything we’d shared. I couldn’t bear to lose those, too.

The frequent brain damage caused by oxygen depletion was going to take them away from me, though, if I didn’t get out, soon.

This time when I came to, after the darkness had taken me for the third time, I started tugging at the chains I had secured around my legs, trying to get myself free. I only had a few seconds, to try and free myself before the agony got to be too much. I wasn’t making much progress. My muscles were stiff, my limbs hard to move. I’d try again next time, and the time after that, until I got free.

And I would get free, eventually, and I’d never try something this stupid again.

As I came back, clinging hard to the memory of James so I didn't lose him, I had a new thought. If immortality existed, maybe other things were possible, too. Maybe I could figure out a way to get James back. That thought, that possibility, that hope, more than anything else, is what kept me going.

I wasn’t going to be able to get out of the chains, that much was clear by now. I had padlocked them and thrown away the key. I had done too good a job, and if I had been anyone else, I’d be dead for good, now. If I jerked my body hard enough, though, my chained legs dragged themselves along the bottom of the lake. It stirred up mud and all kinds of crap, and I couldn’t see at all, but I kept moving, whenever I could, though the muck.

It was slow going, with me dying and resurrecting every few minutes, and struggling to remember what I was trying to do, and my chains getting caught on underwater debris. I just hoped I was moving the right way. Toward shallower water, and not toward the middle of the lake.

When my head finally breached the surface of the water, I was very disoriented and confused. Not just because of my ordeal, either. The color of the sky didn’t make sense for a moment. I had jumped into the lake in the early morning hours, just before dawn, and the sky had hardly changed.

It took a bit more struggling, and a few more breaths of glorious air, before my brain cleared enough to realize it was almost sunset, not sunrise. That made a lot more sense. Another entire day had passed without James, and I’d spent this one drowning at the bottom of the lake. Definitely the worst day without him yet.

After spending all day drowning and suffering, though, I felt surprisingly clear headed now that it was over.

Well, not over completely. I still had to get the rest of the way to shore, and then figure out how in the hell to get out of the chains I’d locked myself into. But at least the drowning part was over, and I wasn’t keen to repeat it anytime soon. Or anything similar, actually.

I was done trying to figure out how to die. Now it was time to figure out how to keep other people from dying, and how to bring someone back from the dead. I would have James back again, no matter what it took. I’d pay any price I had to, if I could just figure out what that price was.

As I finally heaved myself ashore, and then collapsed on the muddy bank like a beached whale, to pant and catch my breath and cough up lake water, I heard an exclamation of surprise. I levered myself up on a forearm and slowly turned to look toward the noise. Three fisherman stared at me in shock and fear, and I laughed a little at the looks on their faces. I must look terrible, pale and wrinkled, muddy and covered in seaweed, gasping and wild-eyed. I imagined seeing a large man who looked like that, clawing his way out of the lake in front of you, probably was pretty terrifying.

I smiled, polite and friendly, like James had taught me, and waved. “Hi there,” I croaked as they stared. “Could you help me, please? I seem to have gotten myself stuck.” Hopefully one of them would have some tools that would help get these chains off my legs.

After a stretched moment of continued staring, they seemed to snap out of it. One ran to his truck to get some tools, while the other two helped me claw the seaweed free from my hair and clothes, and wipe the mud from my skin.

“What happened to you, dude?" One of them asked, eyes wide as saucers. He still looked scared, even though he had to know, by now, I was just a person like him.

I didn’t know how to answer him, though, or make him feel less afraid. James always told me to be honest, so I figured I’d start there.

“My boyfriend died, so I tried to kill myself, but it didn’t work,” I told him. The other one laughed nervously, like he thought I was making a joke. The young one that had called me ”dude” just looked sad now. I wasn’t sure if that was better than scared.

The other fisherman eventually showed up with his tools, and it wasn’t long before I was free of my chains. I climbed to my feet, and towered over the other three by a few inches. It wasn’t that they were particularly short, I was just a tall guy. Usually the tallest one in any room. I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my sopping wet jeans and tried to hunch a little, to make myself seem smaller. They seemed like a skittish bunch, after all. I didn’t want to scare them any more.

“I’m Tyler, this is Luther, and that’s Chris,” the young guy said. “Can we give you a ride somewhere, or…?”

I shook my head. “I’m Gabriel,” I replied, giving them the name James had given me, “and I’m okay, now. I can make my way from here. Thanks for your help.”

I turned and left, walking up into the trees and toward the road and not looking back. They’d have too many questions I couldn’t answer, and I hated questions I couldn’t answer. Best to just avoid them. Let me be nothing more than an interesting story that their friends and family would never believe.

Years later, I still sometimes wake up feeling like I’m drowning. And I don’t think I’ll ever get the taste of lake water out of my mouth.

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Shadow: Part 13

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: none

A/N: Holy crap it’s been a hot minute. I’m soooo sorry it took so long to post!!!! I moved back to college and had to go to RA training that literally was from 9 am-2am and it was just insane. But now that everything’s almost normal, I’ll try to get back into more a schedule!! Thanks for sticking with me!

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Calloused but soft fingers woke you up from your slumber. Moaning softly, your eyes fluttered opened till you saw Bucky’s hard chest. You look up at him and blush. The soft but loving look in his eyes would be the death of you.

“Hi” you whispered.

“Hi” he smiled back.

“What time is it?” you said as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

He throws a quick glance to the clock on your nightstand and places a kiss to your forehead. “Not time yet.”

You nod and curl your legs around his and somehow burrow yourself deeper into him. You groan a little at your soreness and you feel Bucky chuckle above you.

“Something funny Barnes?”

“Never thought I could wear you out so fast is all, Кукла”

“Give me a break, I’m dying” you try to joke but his eyes harden and his hold of you goes rigid.

“Too soon” you say under your breath before turning your head and placing kisses from your place on his chest. You get to his chin before his frown turns into a soft smile.

“I love you” he says as he kisses you back. All you can do is nod as you lose yourself in him again.

“Step up here for me Ms. Y/L/N” Dr. Cho says as you step up to the hospital bed and lay down.

“This time we decided to try something new for the cure…” and you zone out, not caring anymore what was happening. All you could do was hope it didn’t make anything worse.

Time seemed to drone on as she explained the cure to you and hooked you up to machines and an IV. You had to reminded yourself to keep your heart and breathing steady, you didn’t want Bucky to see how scared you were.

Finally she finished and left you alone in the big, sterile room you had been in countless times before. You heard his footsteps before you saw him poke his head in through your door.

“Couldn’t stay away медведь?” you tease and his lips lift a little.

“Never.” he says as he pulls you into a hug carefully.

You feel tears well in your eyes and your throat tightens. All you can do now is memorize the way he smells, the way his heat makes you feel whole, and how the sound of his heart anchors you.

“I love you” you breath out shakily as you release him.

“I love you too. Always.” he responds.

The two of you stay there, looking in each other's eyes before Dr. Cho returns with your anesthesia.

Wordlessly, she places it into your IV and smiles at you. “This will work this time.” she comforts before walking out to prepare for the rest of your procedure.

Bucky takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, and you smile sadly and squeeze back.  

Slowly, you feel sleepy and soon your eyelids feel too heavy to keep open. The last thing you feel is Bucky’s lips on your forehead.

Everything burns. It’s hot and cold all at once and you can’t focus on anything but the pain. It’s almost unbearable. You just want it to stop. A light shines through and you’re not sure, but it seems like it would take away your problems. You turn towards it when suddenly everything changes.

“Hello?” you shout into the darkness. Nothing, not even your echo responds. You look around, but again nothing but darkness surrounds you. You’re starting to feel scared when you hear a small giggle and a chuckle that sounds familiar.

“Hello?” you try again, and the laughing gets closer. You step towards it until your surrounds change, it’s no longer dark but your well lit and cozy living room. It’s a little fuzzy but as your vision clears you see a man laying on the couch with a small child being lifted over his head over and over again. You can hear them laughing again and the vision becomes crystal clear.

Bucky.

Bucky was the man and he was laughing as the child giggled while being lifted in the air. “Daddy!” the child squealed as Bucky brought the little boy in to blow raspberries on his tummy. Your heart clenches in your chest as you watch the scene play out in front of you.

The sound of the door opening and closing brings both the boys to attention as the little boy struggles to get out of Bucky’s grasp.

“Ok there, careful buddy.” Bucky chuckles as he sets down the little boy and follows him to the foyer.

“Mommy!” the boy screams as he jumps into her arms. You swear your heart stops when you get a good look at the mom.

“Кукла” Bucky says as he pulls you, or future you, in for a kiss before tickling the little boy and taking him from you. “Got to be carefully with mom buddy, she’s got your sibling in there too.”

And you get a better look at her, or you. She was fuller in the face, a little more aged but just as happy, if not more than when you were in the blissful period with Bucky. Your eyes drop to her stomach and find a small protruding bump and your not even sure what feelings are threatening to spill out of you.

The little boy again squirms until Bucky sets him down and he goes straight to the bump and hugging your midsection before pressing a little kiss on it.

“My sister.” he says with certainty and looks up at the older you.

“Your sister.” you agree and bend down to place a kiss on his head.

The scene all disappears as the burning sensation starts again. This time, however, you were determined not to let it consume you. As you felt more pain you would just replay the scene in your head and somehow it would get better. The burning would stop a little or the darkness would get less frightening.

Soon it felt like you were floating and you were losing sense of time and space. You could hear noises here and there, but nothing distinct.

“Y/N” you recognize and you concentrate harder on the voice.

“Y/N, come back to me.” you understand and all of a sudden you feel like you broke through the surface of water.

Your eyes open and you sit up in a panic. You look around and see the big, sterile room again and a piece of you sighs in relief.

“Bucky.” you croak as you spot him asleep in the chair next to your bed.

His eyes fly open and search frantically before landing on you.

“Кукла” he says as he tears up and pulls you in for a hug.

You both sit there crying for a moment before he pulls back and examines you with his eyes. For the first time in what seems like forever, nothing hurts. No nausea, or aches, or fever.

“You’re ok” he says with incredibly.

“I’m ok.” you confirm before pulling him in for a showstopping kiss.

And even without Dr. Cho’s analysis, you know it deep down. You are going to be ok.

Translations:

Кукла- doll

медведь- bear

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