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godlizzza · 5 months
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Hello! I just finished your fic The Couple Down the Street and absolutely adored it! I read though all of your ficlets here on Tumblr with that tag, and I saw you have some about kid Piper and one about teen Piper. I was wondering if you’d be open to writing something about adult twenty-something Piper and Herbert/Dan when she’s in med school or university or whatever she ends up doing! :)
"Come on," Piper murmured, pacing the tiny floor space of her dorm room. "Pick up, pick up..."
After five rings she assumed her call would, yet again, go to voicemail, but a voice miraculously crackled to life on the other side.
"Hello?" Herbert replied, sounding grouchy as ever. "What is it?"
Piper sighed with relief and sat down at her desk. "Dr. West, hi. How are you?"
"Busy," Herbert grunted. She could make out the muffled sounds of groaning on his end, followed by Dr. Cain's miffed voice asking Herbert to pass him more restraints. "Is this important? What do you want?"
"Um, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were still picking me up from the airport tomorrow? You didn't respond to any of my texts."
There was a momentary pause before Herbert replied, "Dan said he'd do it."
Piper thought she heard Dan's voice in the background, piping up, "Did I?"
Piper bit her lip to keep it steady and tucked some of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. She'd been thinking about cutting it for a while, maybe giving herself an Anne Hathaway style pixie cut by watching a tutorial on Youtube, but she knew her mom would throw a fit if she came home for Christmas practically bald. She'd probably lament that her blonde genes were wasted on Piper and what a shame they hadn't been passed onto Candace instead. Just the thought of her sister's smug face had Piper rolling her eyes.
"Can you please just get me?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes with the hand not cradling her cell phone to her ear. "I don't fly in 'til six."
Herbert clicked his tongue and she could perfectly imagine his irritated expression. Or maybe she couldn't. With her away at college, studying pre-med, she'd only been able to see him a handful of times each year. Every time she saw him in person, she was surprised at how old he looked. He was only sixty-one, hardly the decrepit old man Dan joked he was, but every new liver spot, every deepened wrinkle, every white hair made her chest tighten with anxiety. They were physical signs of all the time she was missing out on. Time away from him.
Her first choice of college had been Miskatonic University, so she could follow in Herbert's footsteps, but Dan had been adamantly opposed. Herbert had suggested he could set her up with some of the contacts he stilled maintained in Zurich, where she could get a world-class education, but the thought of being out of the country, so far from everything had made Piper cold with dread. So, they had compromised on a newly furnished university in Washington, where Piper was only a few hours by plane away.
A plane she would be catching shortly, unbeknownst to her mother. Piper hadn't told her mom she'd be coming home for the long weekend, wanting to spend every moment she could with her mentor, catching up on lost time both in and out of the lab. She'd scraped together the money to buy the plane ticket by writing out essays for her classmates on the side. She knew Herbert would have a field day if he knew she was putting her academic integrity at risk, but when needs must and all that.
"I don't see why you can't just get a taxi," Herbert said. "It'd be more convenient-"
"You promised!" Piper snapped, irritation finally getting the better of her. She squeezed her phone tight in her clammy grip. "Just like you promised you'd come visit me over spring break, which you never did. So, could you please just do this one thing for me and pick me up tomorrow?"
"Fine, fine," Herbert sighed, sounding exasperated. "But if your flight gets delayed, I'm not hanging around."
Piper's foul mood immediately evaporated. "Okay!" she replied cheerily. "See you then."
Herbert hung up without saying goodbye, as was customary for him, and Piper set her phone down with a smile. She glanced up at the photos pinned to the corkboard above her desk, some of the only things she'd brought with her to college from home.
One was a recent shot of her and her dad the last time she'd gone to visit him in the nursing home. Another was her excitedly holding up her pet gecko, Hela, on her sixteenth birthday. Dan was in the shot beside her, shying away from the reptile Herbert had gifted her. Hela sat in her tank now, on the edge of Piper's desk, basking under her heat lamp.
The last photo was taken during her high school graduation ceremony. Piper was in her hat and gown, squeezing her diploma in both hands and grinning at the camera. On one side of her stood Herbert, his hand resting on her shoulder. He wasn't smiling but pride shone clearly in his eyes. On her other side stood her mother, Mandy, who was glaring at Herbert over Piper's head. It had been a miracle to even get them standing that close to each other without the both of them engaging in passive aggressive psychological warfare.
It was Piper's favourite photo.
"That your sugar daddy?"
Piper jumped in her seat and spun around to see her roommate, Claire, slipping her shoes off in the doorway. Piper hadn't even heard her come in.
Squeezing her phone in her fist, Piper gagged. "Shut up. Oh, my god. How many times to I have to tell you? He's my mentor."
"Mmhmm," Claire hummed, bouncing her eyebrows suggestively and making Piper want to hurl her phone straight at her head.
Instead, she huffed and spun back around in her chair, pulling her laptop open. She'd have to get busy and finish all her studying before flying out tomorrow. Just the thought that she'd be back in Ohio the next day, Dr. West waiting for her at the airport, was enough to warm her up and make her smile.
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tricksters-captain · 3 years
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Bucky Barnes Imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 1
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AN: My Marvel obsession has been lying dormant since Endgame finished but Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier have brought it back to life.... This is going to be a series based off the show. Kind of like my ‘Oh Dear’ fic, it’s the series with an added characters and story lines. 
Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.  
In this chapter: You reunite with Sam and Bucky (Based on S1 EP2)
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader
Word Count: 6,883
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 2, strong language, violence. 
You and Bucky had always been close. 
You were close with Steve before Bucky joined the avengers and you fought on Steve’s side during the small civil war between the avengers. 
Steve was your best friend and Sam always knew how to make you smile but there was something about Bucky that was different to the rest of the avengers. 
You had spent some time in Wakanda with Bucky at Steve’s request and you two had always fought side by side and it crushed Steve when you both taken during the blip and he wasn't. 
When you returned, you were thrust back into battle almost immediately. The final fight against Thanos which resulted in you losing Tony and then Steve. 
Nothing seemed to matter except the fact you had been gone for 5 whole years. You had missed 5 whole years with your friends and family. They had changed whilst you were gone and you came back the same as you left.
When Steve returned the infinity stones, he hadn’t given you warning that he wasn’t coming back the same age he was going in but he had warned Bucky. They had spoken about it before apparently and after everything, you felt kind of betrayed. 
You knew you’d never understand Steve’s choice but it was his choice. You were just upset Bucky didn’t warn you. 
You returned to your home town after that day. 
You returned to find some people had changed and some hadn’t but you knew you wanted to be around and spend time with them. 
After all the years fighting for the avengers and only calling every once in a blue moon. It seemed to finally dawn on you that you should spend time with them whilst you still could. 
However, that only lasted around 6 months before you found yourself answering a phone call from Sam. 
You were at a birthday party for one of your old school friend’s daughters when you felt your phone go off. 
You put down one of the little girls who had be asking you a hundred questions about being apart of the avengers and excused yourself from the party. 
“Tell me why I got an awful feeling when I saw your caller ID come up on my phone.” You answered, folding your free hand under your arm as you leant against the wall. 
“It’s cause your subconscious is reminding you about that one time you said no when I asked you out on a date and you regret that now.”  Sam’s voice instantly made you crack a smile. 
“Or maybe it’s because every time I get a call from you it’s to do with the world ending or something worse.” You shot back. 
“It’s good to hear your voice too.” Sam chuckled at your comment before he had responded. 
“So what’s going on? I haven’t heard much from you in months.” You asked. 
“That’s around the time you up and left us for the old way of living.” Sam reminded you that you were the one that decided to go cold agent and return home. 
“There isn’t anything wrong with a little quiet.” You told him as you looked back through the window to the children that were the opposite of quiet. 
“No there isn't.” Sam agreed, “However, I got a situation here at the moment that I could really use your help with.”
“I guess it’s a bit bigger than the usual military op or you wouldn’t be calling?” You frowned. You were in the loop enough to know Sam had been apart of the airforce these past 6 months and had been taking part in frequent missions but nothing that concerned you. 
“I’m sending you over the details now. I’d appreciate it if you could come.” Sam sent you through a file and you pulled your phone away from your ear to open it. 
“You don’t need to convince me, Sam. I’ll be there since I know you wouldn’t ask unless it was serious.” You answered honestly. 
“Guess I’ll be seeing you soon then.” You could practically hear Sam’s smirk through the phone.
“Depends how quick I can get a bag together and your jet can get me to you.” You told him as you picked up your jacket from the coat rack. 
“Well it’s no Red Wing but it’s pretty fast.” Sam stated. “Oh and (Y/n)... You haven’t seen the news in the past hour or so, have you?”
“No? Why?” You frowned at the hesitation in Sam’s voice. 
“Just... take a look.” Sam told you before you ended the call. 
You opened up the news on your phone and what you saw made your mouth go dry and your stomach drop. 
‘JOHN WALKER; NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA’
You felt an anger rise up in you as you watched the wannabe waltz onto screen with Steve’s shield in his paws. 
When Sam gave up the shield, you didn’t know how to feel at first but now... now you weren’t surprised Sam didn’t elaborate on what he wanted you to see.
You said your apologies and your goodbyes pretty swiftly and you had already stashed an emergency bag ready to go under your bed so you were soon on your way.
It didn’t take terribly long to get to the air base where Sam was waiting for you. 
“Who the hell is this guy and why is he calling himself the new Captain America?” 
“Nice to see you too.” Sam wasn’t surprised at the attitude once you stepped off the plane.
“Sam, first you call me up to help deal with this wannabe terrorist group and now I just find out that Steve’s shield, which you gave up, is being held by some wannabe superhero.” You dumped your bag on the floor as you closed the gap between you and Sam.
“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either and I knew nothin about it but we have bigger fish to fry right now so can we cut the dramatic and get to actually saying hello?” Sam stared down at you with his hands on his hips. 
You sighed and gave in.
You wrapped your arms around the man and hugged him warmly.
“I’m sorry. I just––”
“–I know.” Sam didn’t need your apology. He understood how you were feeling. You both loved Steve so much. 
“Miss (Y/N)(Y/L/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A voice brought your attention away from Sam to a man approaching you both. 
“(Y/n), Torres. Torres, (Y/n).” Sam introduced you to the uniformed man and you shook his hand politely. 
“Nice to meet you.” You weren’t sure if you had gotten used to the way most civilians looked at you after you became apart of the avengers. When you joined you didn’t realise becoming famous would be apart of the gig.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but Miss (Y/L/N) has to come with me to get logged into the clearance system and sort out a couple things.” Torres pointed over his shoulder as he explained. 
“And by that he means sign an autograph for his kid sister.” Sam teased the man. 
“What?” Torres’ cheeks tinged pink. “No!”
“It’s alright. Lead the way.” You picked up your bag and sent a quick smile to Sam before turning back to Torres. “Oh and you can call me (Y/n) by the way.” 
It didn’t take too long for Torres to fill you in on Sam’s plan for the mission as he logged in a few details so you could have clearance around the airbase. 
You did end up signing an autograph after a little tiptoeing around the question and then by the time you walked back out into the open you spotted someone you hadn’t expected to see. 
It was Bucky. 
“Looking good for a senior citizen.” You spoke up as you approached Sam and Bucky. 
Bucky had his back to you but the sound of your voice soon paused his conversation with Sam and he spun around. 
“Hey Buck.” You smiled but you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. “Long time no see.” 
“(Y/n).” Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. 
You chuckled at his tight embrace but hugged him back just as tight all the same. 
“You, uh, you look good.” Bucky cleared his throat as he pulled away from you. 
“If you’ll excuse us, Casanova, we got places to be.” Sam tried to pull you away from Bucky but Bucky only followed. 
“I’m coming with you.” Bucky announced. 
“No, you’re not!” Sam argued. 
You hadn’t missed the men’s bickering...
In spite of Sam’s protest, Bucky ended up on the flight anyway. 
“So how’s it been away from the Avengers?” Bucky asked you as you both prepared for the mission.
Sam was up with Torres in the cockpit so you and Bucky were alone for the first time since you saw each other.
“It’s been okay. Spending time at home. Doing non-hero regular folk stuff.” You chuckled weakly as you pulled off your sweater. Bucky’s eyes fell to your chest as you had only wore a vest underneath. You felt your cheeks burn as you pretended not to notice.
“Uh, same.” Bucky cleared his throat before he spoke.. “Been strange without you around.”
“Buck, you know I needed time away from everything. From Sam, from you... After Steve, I...” You let your words drop away. 
There was a short silence before Bucky decided to change the subject.
“I’ve been seeing a therapist. Court mandated. She’s got me doing this whole redemption thing. Contacting people in my past. Making things right.” 
“And how’s that going for you?” You couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the idea of Bucky forcing himself to face his past at the request of a therapist. 
“Well I have three rules I’m meant to stick to and let’s say I’m not exactly following them closely.” Bucky admitted as he folded his hoodie.
“Does your therapist know that?” You cocked an eyebrow at the man with a light amused expression.
“What do you think.” Bucky smirked back at you.
“Be careful. I might tell on you.” You sighed playfully. 
“You’re actually on the list.” Bucky suddenly confessed. “I wanted to make things right after...” Bucky paused for a moment. “...After Steve. I should have warned you. Should have told you the truth.” 
“Bucky.” You stopped him. “It’s okay. Steve made a choice and he chose to talk to you about it. You’re his best friend and the only other person on the team who could’ve really understood why he did what he did. I’m not holding it against you.” 
“I’m still sorry.” Bucky looked you in the eyes as he spoke, “You were with him for so long when I wasn’t around. You should’ve got a real warning.” 
“Thanks Buck.” You pressed your lips into a brief sad smile before looking down at your boots. 
“I’ve really missed you, (Y/n).” Bucky uttered. 
“I really missed you too.” You stopped tying your lace to look up at the man. 
His short hair had really revealed his face and you couldn’t help but notice every part of it. The lines by his eyes when he smiled, the curve of his lips, the shadow that was just coming on.
You straightened up and stepped towards the man. 
“I like the new haircut by the way.” You reached up and let your fingers brush the top of his forehead. “Makes you look almost like a civilian.” 
Bucky couldn’t help but feel his body tense under your touch. 
“You look tired though.” You let your hand drop down to his cheek. “Not been sleeping well?”
Bucky forced himself to move away from your touch.
“Bad dreams.” Bucky murmured. 
“I figured therapy might have been helping you with those.” You frowned, “I remember sharing wake up duty with Steve like it was yesterday.”
“Every time it was your turn you’d make hot coco.” Bucky reminded you. It brought back images of you and Bucky sat in a small kitchen drinking hot chocolate that you had made despite Bucky’s insisting that he didn’t want any. 
“Seems like a lifetime ago.” You smiled but the memories only made you feel dismal. It seemed those were simpler times. Steve was still around, at least. 
Bucky handed you your jacket in the silence and you took it gratefully.
“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Sam said rather loudly as he climbed down the ladder. 
“No, we were just getting ready which is what you should be doing.” You picked up Sam’s bag and tossed it to him which he caught effortlessly. “I’m going to check a few things with Torres. Try not to kill each other whilst I’m gone.” 
Bucky watched you climb the ladder up to the cockpit and Sam watched Bucky. 
“I’ll never understand why you won’t just shoot your shot with the girl.” Sam shook his head as he opened his duffle. 
“Shoot my what?” Bucky glared over at the man with confusion clear in his eyes. 
“Your shot, man. (Y/n) has clearly been in love with you since Steve dragged your ass onto the team. What she sees in you compared to this, I’ll never understand but she clearly sees something.” Sam had gestured to himself when he spoke but Bucky just rolled his eyes. 
“Maybe instead of talking about (Y/n), you should actually tell me what the plan is?” Bucky suggested as he zipped up his jacket securely. 
“How about you stop avoiding your feelings?” Sam retorted which made Bucky shut up and sit down. 
“I’m not avoiding my feelings.” Bucky grumbled as he glared at the man. 
“Yeah right.” Sam scoffed, shaking his head as he started to change. 
You didn’t return to the boys until you were approaching the drop off. 
“(Y/n), you’ll be out first.” Torres explained as you put in your ear piece, trying your hardest to ignore Bucky and Sam starring daggers at each other behind you. 
“Great. See you on the ground, fellas.” You jumped from the aircraft just as you heard Bucky ask what the plan was in your earpiece. 
You had to jump earlier then the men since you were approaching the building from another angle but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them bicker still on the aircraft. 
When you reached the warehouse, you remained hidden in the trees. You watched several people start to load two trucks with large boxes. 
“You’re doing the staring thing again. They’re in there.” You heard Sam’s voice in your earpiece. He must have been talking to Bucky inside the warehouse. 
“Where’s the guy?” Bucky asked. 
“I don’t know. I think they’re smuggling weapons, though.” Sam responded before you could. 
“Well, I think you could be right.” Bucky agreed with a passive aggressive tone. “But there’s only one way to find out. I see a clear path. I say we take it.”
“We’re not assassins.” Sam argued with Bucky.
“I’ll see you inside or not.” Bucky must've walked away from what you could hear. 
“Hey, come on, man. I’m just messing with you! Come back.” You could practically see Sam’s smile in your head.
“If you guys are done, I have a visual on the targets. They’re loading up two red trucks.”
“We’re moving up now.” Bucky replied to you. 
“Look at you. All stealthy.” Sam was teasing him. “A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther.”
“It’s actually White Wolf.” Bucky corrected him and Sam’s reaction almost made you laugh out loud. 
You tried to move closer to the trucks to see exactly what was going inside but it was risky with the group constantly checking around them. 
“All right, I’m inside. Therefore, way ahead of you. It’s not great, but very doable.” Bucky’s voice came up again. “Hello. How are you?” Bucky sounded irritated. Sam must've snuck up on him. 
“Good. What did I miss? Nothing.” Sam whispered back. 
“All right, let’s go.” Bucky commanded but Sam stopped him. 
“No, wait.”
“I got a vibranium arm. I can take them.” Bucky held up his arm as he fought against Sam’s halt.
“And I can fly. Who gives a shit?” Sam muttered. “Wait. I want to see where they’re going.”
“Guys I may not be in the same location as you but I can hear everything you’re saying so quick the arguing” You whispered lowly as you kept your eyes trained on the trucks. 
You tried to zone out the boys bickering as you crept forward. A crashing noise from inside the warehouse made you jump back and hide as the flash smasher members all stopped and looked. 
“Be careful.” You hissed at the both of them.
“It wasn’t my fault.” Bucky tried to defend himself but frankly you didn't care. The trucks were staring to close up and their engines switched on. 
You watched the people pile into the trucks and you dived over, taking hold of the backdoors and clinging on. 
“They have a hostage.” Sam told you as the trucks drove off with you attached. 
“Then get moving.” You commanded. You pulled open the door you were hanging to and opened it. 
“No sight of a hostage in here.” You informed Sam as you looked around. “Just boxes of vaccines.” 
“I found her.” Bucky must've gotten inside the other truck. “Hi. You okay?” Bucky’s voice was then followed by a crashing sound. 
However, you had your own problems... 
You heard a loud bang behind you and you turned to see two men at the end of the truck. They both had masks on. 
“Cute masks.” You taunted them before they charged at you. 
You threw three knives at them, two managed to hit one of the men in the thigh and chest but the second man had knocked the third one away. 
You went to attack the uninjured one first as he drew closer, you punched him but he was strong. He didn’t even flinch. 
You felt a small panic in your chest as you started to fight. He was taking moves that would usually floor someone like he was being attacked by a pillow. 
You managed to get him to the ground by wrapping your thighs around his neck and flipping him over you before you threw another knife at the injured soldier. He seemed to retreat, climbing out of the truck and onto the roof. 
“Could use some back up, Sam!” You called out as you followed. 
You climbed up onto the roof and the first soldier chased after you. The injured one grabbed hold of Bucky along with a third guy and so you were left with the big one. 
You heard Redwing shooting at the roof before you saw it but a redheaded female smashed it in half like it was but a plastic toy. 
With that, Sam finally swooped in and started throwing punches. 
He was thrown to the other roof as you continued to fight your own battle. You were getting tired and his punches seemed to only be getting stronger and more painful each time.
You pulled out another knife but he grabbed your wrist and squeezed. You couldn’t help but cry out at the pressure, you dropped it before he could break your wrist. 
Then suddenly a helicopter appeared from what seemed like nowhere. Cap’s shield bounced off one of Sam’s attackers as two new bodies joined the fight. 
The distraction allowed you to kick your attacker off the truck and start to help Bucky. 
“Sam, John Walker; Captain America.” 
“Lemar Hoskins.”
“Looks like you guys could use some help.” Walker and his sidekick introduced themselves. 
 A surge of rage from the introduction of ‘Captain America’ helped you regain some adrenaline. You turned and started to fight once again. 
You let yourself become distracted as Bucky fell from the side of the truck which allowed one of the guys to send you off the truck too.
Sam was quick to fall back with his suit and grab you before you hit the concrete road. However, the impact of him grabbing you did leave you winded. 
“Bucky.” You wheezed as the man settled you on the side of the road. 
Sam flew up and chased after the trucks. 
You took a moment, wincing at your aching body before you rose to your feet and took off in their direction. 
You couldn’t catch up to the trucks but it didn’t take long to find Bucky and Sam once you spotted they were both coming out of a field. 
“If someone told me I’d be fighting a whole bunch of super soldiers today I would’ve wore my nice pants.” You stated as you approached the two men.
“We knew they were strong but not like this.” Sam defended himself from your anger. 
“One of those guys took a knife to the chest and could still walk away.” You threw your arms up as you informed him. This was so much worse than the documents had described. 
“It’s going to take a lot more than just a knife to stop these guys.” Bucky’s eyes seemed to carry a storm as he thought. 
“How can this be possible? I thought the super soldier serum was gone. What happened in Siberia was supposed to have put an end to it all.” You remembered the failed super soldiers as clear as day. 
“We know about as much as you, (Y/n). Unless you tried to, you know, your weird seeing thing?” Sam asked.
“No. It takes it out of me and I can’t do it whilst I’m trying to fight for my life so.” You shook your head as you walked beside the men. Whilst you weren’t as powerful as some of the Avengers, you were a great assassin like Natasha Romanoff. Your talent was your knife throwing but under all the training and all the knowledge, there was a gift. A gift you’d had since birth.
If you touched someone, you could see their entire past, everything they had experienced up until that moment. It really drained you of your energy and over the years you trained yourself so that you could switch it on and off so it didn’t happen every time you touched someone but when you did use it, it usually required a lie down afterwards. 
“Sorry about Redwing.” Bucky spoke up after a moment of silence. 
“No, you’re not.” Sam rolled his eyes at the fake apology before asking: “What’s going on in that big cyborg brain of yours?”
“It’s computing.” Bucky grumbled. 
“You know what? I can actually see it. I can see the gears turning. Oh, they’re malfunctioning, shutting down. Yep, they’re on fire.” Sam couldn’t help but make fun of Bucky which only made you walk ahead of the men. You weren’t in the mood for this.
“We gotta figure out where the serum’s coming from.” You said to stop their silliness. 
“Yeah. And how in the hell after 80 years are there eight Super Soldiers runnin’ loose?” Sam agreed with you just as a transport vehicle began to pull up along side him. 
“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” John Walker’s voice penetrated the space like a foul smelling fart. 
He opened the truck’s door to allow you all to hop in but you all ignored him. 
“Alright. Let’s keep going.” He told the driver before directing his attention back to you. “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three, so…”
"Aliens, androids, or wizards?” Sam spoke up just to prove to Bucky that others knew of the ‘Big Three.’
“Pretty sure.” Walker nodded.
“There’s no such thing as wizards.” Bucky exclaimed which made you cock an eyebrow at the man. You clearly missed a conversation here. 
“Then it’s aliens, or androids.” Walker shrugged as if it were obvious.
“––Or Super Soldiers.” Sam added. 
“Shit. Super Soldiers, for real?” Walker’s colleague responded with the reaction you just about expected. 
“Yeah.” Sam confirmed. 
“Wow. All right, well, then we gotta work together.” Walker’s eyebrows rose as he spoke. 
“That’s not happening.” Bucky declared.
“I think we stand a much better chance if we all just––”
“––Just ’cause you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.” Bucky cut Walker short and you were grateful for it. The man was making your head ache. 
“Look, I’ve done the work, okay?” Walker sighed. 
“You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky shot back but he wasn't met with the answer he wanted. 
“Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long story, but, any… Look, it’s 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride.” Walker got his driver to stop. “Get in.” 
You looked back at Sam and Bucky. You hadn’t said anything yet which Sam thought was a record of yours. You chose to give in and climbed into the truck with Bucky and Sam since your body was already aching from the previous fight. 
“Okay, so we’ve got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” Walker asked, his eye on you as you sat in between Bucky and Sam. 
“They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the Blip. Maybe they’re just trying to help.” Sam told Walker what he knew. 
“They had a funny way of showing it.” Bucky grimaced as a bruise on his face started to form. 
“That serum doesn’t exactly have a great track record. No offence.” Walker looked over at Bucky as he hinted at the winter soldier. 
“We need to figure out where they’re going.” You wanted to shift the attention away from Bucky. 
“She speaks? I have to admit I was starting to wonder.” Walker smiled at you which only made you want to punch him even more than you already did.  
“How’d you track ’em here? The Flag Smashers?” Sam could tell you were a second away from decking the new Captain America and hopping ship so carried on the conversation. 
“Uh, no, we didn’t track them, we tracked you, uh, through Redwing.” Hoskins notified Sam. 
“You hacked my tech?” Sam was beyond irritated at this point. 
“Sorry. It’s not exactly hacking. It’s government property. Kind of the government.” Walker laughed as he gestured to himself. “Does he always just stare like that?” He stopped laughing under Bucky’s stare. 
“You get used to it.” Sam muttered. 
“Okay, look, you know, things have gotten kind of, uh––”
“––Chaotic.”Hoskins helped Walker find the word. 
“Yeah.” Walker cleared his throat. “The GRC, they’re doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.”
“Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.” Hoskins tried filling you in as if you hadn't heard about it before. The GRC propaganda was plastered across all the cities in America. 
“The Global Repatriation Council does all that. We understand but why exactly are you two here?” You questioned, cocking your head towards Walker. 
“Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” Hoskins replied first.
“Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren’t usually good for anyone’s cause.” Walker added on. 
“Usually said by the people with the resources.” Sam smirked at the men. 
“Well, we got a lot of resources. If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could––”
“––No.” Bucky shut Walker down immediately. 
“I got mad respect for both of y’all. But you were getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Hoskins wasn’t helping the situation. 
“Who are you?” Bucky asked genuinely. 
“Lemar Hoskins.” Hoskins introduced himself once again. 
“Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins.” Sam backed Bucky up on that one. A name was nothing in this situation.
“I’m Battlestar. John’s partner.” Hoskins nodded towards Walker and you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips when Bucky responded. 
“Battlestar? Stop the car!” Bucky called up ahead. 
The car slowed as it pulled into a bus stop. Bucky pushed open the door and you followed. You couldn't stand sitting in front of that man in that uniform another second longer. 
"Look, I… I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do. You didn’t think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I’m… “ Walker turned back to Sam. “I’m not trying to be Steve. I’m not trying to replace Steve. I’m just trying to be the best Captain America I can be. That’s it. It’d be a whole lot easier if I had Cap’s wingmen on my side.” 
Sam scoffed at Walker’s choice of words. Wingmen? He really had the audacity. 
“It’s always that last line.” Sam jumped out of the vehicle and followed you and Bucky. 
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Once back on the aircraft you stripped of your weapons and jacket. 
Sam and Bucky did the same. 
You sat down on your seat and rested your head back against the wall. You needed an ice bath. Your muscles were screaming at you. 
“You alright?” Sam asked Bucky as he sat, his eyes locked on the floor. 
You opened your eyes to look over at the men. 
“Let’s take the shield, Sam. Let’s take the shield and do this ourselves.” Bucky sounded pretty decided. 
“We can’t just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it. Do you remember what happened the last time we stole it?” Sam sat up slowly as he furrowed his brow at the idea.
“Maybe.” Bucky grumbled. 
“I’ll help you in case you forgot.” Sam proclaimed, “Sharon was branded enemy of the state, and Steve and I were on the run for two years. I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna live the rest of my life la vida loca. We just got our ass handed to us by Super Soldiers, and we got nothing.” 
Even though you did spend some time in Wakanda under protection from their government, there was a period where you were on the run with Steve and Sam and it wasn’t fun. Being pardoned after the fight against Thanos was one of the best things that happened to you; it’s what allowed you to go home. 
“Not entirely true.” Bucky pushed himself onto his feet. “There is someone that you should meet.” 
Bucky’s eyes met yours and you knew who he was talking about. 
You had seen Bucky's past. Everyone of Bucky’s memories. You had seen all the death and the pain and the fighting. You had seen the Winter Soldier and pre-world war Bucky and you had suffered for it for some time. Nightmares used to plague you but you had managed to block most stuff from your mind over the years. Especially the Winter Soldier memories because that wasn’t really Bucky; that was a weapon made by Hydra. 
You had been forced by the team to check his memories to see if he really had bombed the UN but you couldn't choose how far you looked back, you gift made you see everything from the earliest childhood memory up to that moment. 
You stood and approached Bucky.
“Are you sure about this?” You whispered, taking hold of Bucky’s forearm as you pulled him to one side.
“He should know.” Bucky’s eyes seemed so sure. You dropped your hand down from his arm to his hand and gave it a squeeze. 
“Alright then.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as you accepted his choice. 
Soon enough the route was changed and the plane turned. 
“Will you come?” Bucky asked as the door to the plane opened. 
“I’ll wait here but call me if you need me.” You didn’t feel like seeing Isaiah. Some of the time if something from Bucky’s past showed up it could trigger his memories in your own head which you didn’t particularly enjoy. 
“Alright.” Bucky sighed but left without you. 
Only a short while later you had received a phone call from Sam. 
“Hello?” You answered. 
“It’s Bucky. He’s been arrested. There was a warrant out for his arrest.” Sam informed you. 
“Why?” You were confused. Bucky had been pardoned like the rest of you for his crimes and his warrant wiped. 
“He missed his therapy session or something. I’m heading back to your, we gotta go get him out.” Sam hung up pretty quickly. 
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“Why didn’t you tell anyone about the super solider?” Sam asked you as you made your way to the station. 
“I only knew because I’ve been inside Bucky’s head but if I listed off every single person Bucky has fought or killed or wronged it would take me a while.” You hated admitting that but the Winter Soldier had done a lot of damage. 
“But this was a black super soldier who rotted behind bars for years! Being experimented on like a lab rat whilst Steve sat in the ice and Bucky ran around playing secret assassin!” Sam was angry and you understood why. 
“I didn’t know he was in prison. I only knew of him as the guy Bucky fought in Goyang and lost. I figured if Bucky wanted him found then he would say. It’s not my place, they’re not my memories.” You tried to defend yourself but you knew Sam would never understand your logic. 
“How can I trust you if you’re sitting on information like that?” Sam catechised you. 
“Because you’ve trusted me for years. I say what needs to be said and if it isn't useful to us at the time then I don’t bring it up. I have so much inside of here from people that aren’t even around more. When I go inside someone’s head the memories don’t just go away. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s memories I’m thinking of when I look back on things. I block what I can and deal with what I can’t.” You stopped Sam in the hallway as you snapped. You couldn’t believe he was questioning whether he could trust you or not after everything. 
“I know it can be hard for you. I can’t imagine what its like but there are some things more important than others and Isaiah. Isaiah is one of them.” Sam’s words just made you turn and head to the desk. 
You tried to get as much information about Bucky but all they instructed you to do was sit and wait. 
“Sam?” A woman approached you and Sam. You lifted your head up at the sound of her voice. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor. I’m James’s therapist.” 
You shook hands with the woman and introduced yourself. 
“I’ve heard some about you too.” Dr. Raynor smiled as she greeted you. 
“Thank you for getting him out.” Sam thanked her as he shook her hand but she only furrowed her brow. 
“That was not me.” She told you both. 
“Christina!” You didn’t need super hearing to recognise that voice. “Good to see you again!” Walker was signing autographs as he entered the station. 
“You gotta be kidding me. You know him?” Sam only said what you were thinking. 
“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day.” Dr Raynor looked between Sam and Walker. 
“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in.” Walker approached her which made you stepped back. “Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”
“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?” Dr Raynor protested. 
“Um…” Walker pointed to himself. You felt a fire flare inside of you. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have tied up. Just do whatever you got to do with him, then send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I.”
Walker then pointed to you and Sam. 
“You too, Wilson. (Y/l/n). I’ll be outside.” Walker backed away, sending a wink in your direction. 
You felt Sam take hold of your wrist quickly before you could even take the chance to lunge forward. 
“Breathe.” Sam told you. “We’ll deal with that asshole later.” 
Bucky was allowed through and Dr Raynor approached him immediately.
“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam.” She insisted as she headed back towards the cells from which Bucky had just come from. 
“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with (Y/n).” Sam brushed off the offer except it wasn’t an offer. 
“That wasn’t a request.” Dr Rayor warned him. 
You pushed the man forward. 
“Quicker you’re in, quicker you’re out.” You told him. 
“Why doesn’t she want you?” Sam pouted. 
“Get moving before I get bored and decide to use John Walker out there as my new punching bag. Get myself in trouble.” You tried to make the man laugh but failed. He only groaned and dragged himself inside. 
It didn’t take long for Sam to storm out of there who was swiftly followed by Bucky. 
“Hey, you okay?” You asked Sam as he returned to you. 
“Peachy.” He sneered.
You sighed and followed both men outside. 
“Well, I feel better.” Sam announced once you were all finally outside. 
“I feel awful.” Bucky muttered which made you want to take his hand but you refrained as a siren drew your attention over to Walker and his buddy. 
“Gentlemen. Lady. Good to see you again.” Walker had a smile on that you wanted to wipe clean off. “ Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.” 
“Well do you have anything that’s actually useful?” You folded your arms across your chest as you closed in on the men.  
"Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” Walker started. 
“They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.” Hoskins continued. 
“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.” Walker finished. 
“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” Bucky’s glowered at the man as he leant on the cop car. 
“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” Walker smirked as he snapped back. 
“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” Bucky rose his voice. 
“No, we don’t know, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.” Walker rose his voice also. 
“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Bucky was being cocky. You had to stop yourself from finding it amusing. 
“Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam interrupted and seemed to clear the air a little. You took his last words as a chance to leave but Walker wasn’t done.
“A word of advice, then.” Walker stopped you all. “Stay the hell out of my way.”
You watched the two men walk away. Your jaw clenching together to stop you from saying something you’d regret. 
“Come on.” Sam urged you on and you forced yourself to walk away. 
Once you were far enough from the station Sam asked you both what you were thinking. 
“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’...” Bucky was the one of out you both to speak first. 
“Oh, don’t take that to heart. That’s not what he meant.” Sam began. 
“No, he meant HYDRA. HYDRA used to be my people.” Bucky corrected him. 
“Not a chance.” You shook your head, putting your foot down. 
“Walker doesn’t have any leads.” Bucky claimed. 
“Bucky, I know where you’re going with this and I’m saying no.” You couldn’t believe he was even suggesting it. 
“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets.” Bucky tried to reason with you. 
“Don’t you remember Siberia?” Sam also knew exactly what Bucky meant. 
Bucky nodded. 
“So you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam stared at Bucky with a mixture of shock and concern. 
“Yes.” Bucky was hesitant to answer which only made you hate this idea even more. 
“Okay, then.” Sam sighed. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.” 
“No! No, we aren’t not going to see Zemo!” You demanded causing both the boys to stop. 
“(Y/n), it’s different now.” Bucky declared. 
“It’s the only lead we got.” Sam was actually on Bucky’s side. 
“What? And you think he’s just gonna help us like that?” You scoffed out of disbelief. 
“We have to try.” Bucky started to walk again. 
“I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him, Buck!” You exasperated. 
“That’s more than me.” Sam murmured but you chose to ignore it. 
“(Y/n). We’re going.” Bucky wasn't arguing anymore. It was going to happen. 
(PART 2 HERE)
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Marry Me Part 2 (Final)
The morning after Damian proposed he went looking for his brother and stepmother. (She had a knack for finding beautiful jewels and Dick was a hopeless romantic and would kill him if he didn’t let him help.
“Grayson, Selina, I require your assistance with something and no it cannot wait.”
They both look up at him from the living room couch, watching the news.
“Where’s Marinette? You never come down without her.”
Selina looks behind him as if she was hiding behind his larger frame.
“She's still asleep and will remain that way until at least noon since she stayed up till an ungodly number calling her friends and family back in Paris, but that is not important now. (He says obviously irritated at her unhealthy sleeping schedule) Last night I may have made a spontaneous decision and need your help with the next step.”
Selina and Dick both look at him questiongly knowing damn well what he's talking about.
“Do you regret it?” (Dick)
“Did you get her pregnant?” (Selina)
Damian sputters for a moment his face turning red.
“The answer is no to both questions. Just get dressed and meet me outside.”
He walks away muttering about how Selina ‘has no sense of shame’ and how Dick ‘was an idiot to think he’d ever regret it’.
Dick and Selina both share a smile before getting ready and meeting an impatient Damian outside.
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“I proposed to Marinette last night and I want your help picking out her ring.”
Damian immediately exits the car and heads inside as his brother and stepmothers excited squeals fill the air.
Soon after he starts browsing they both join him looking for the perfect ring to give to her.
After an hour of searching Damian looks up, waving both of them over.
“What about this one?
Selina comes over first, immediately nodding her approval.
“Oh yeah, a little subtle for my taste but Marinette will love it.”
Dick immediately agrees, cooing over how cute this whole thing is and tearing up that his ‘baby brother is going to get married and he will have little nieces and nephews running around in a few years’.
Damian completely ignores him calling over a worker to get the ring in the correct size before buying it. Walking out with the simple diamond ring with pink accents on both sides of the diamond in its velvet black box.
“Okay, before we get back home where you have access to your katana I need to tell you something.”
Damian pauses at the car turning to face his brother.
“I messed up really bad this time and I’m very sorry. I was snooping around last night trying to get pictures of you and Mari being all sweet together like I usually do, but Jason, Selina, and Tim all saw me at different times and decided to watch and take pictures and videos too. I posted a bunch of the pictures to what I thought was my private Twitter like I do when you two do something especially sweet, but it wasn’t my private one and I couldn’t tell because I was crying too hard. I’m really sorry, Damian.”
Dick sucks in a deep breath after his ramble refusing to look up and meet his little brother's eyes until a loud groan followed by a thud makes him.
Damian smacks his head against the roof of the car several times more before letting out another groan and looking at his favorite least annoying brother.
“You’re lucky that I’m still in too much of a good mood to want to kill you right now. Get in the car, I want to get back before Marinette wakes up and it's already around 10.”
Happily counting his blessings even though he's low-key terrified Dick hops in the back seat and lets Selina take the front.
The drive rather quickly and Damian wastes not time in running to his room where he left his Angel.
He breathes a sigh of relief noticing she's still very much asleep. Running back downstairs he makes her a plate of breakfast and grabs a platter to fill with food for all of the kwamis.
Rushing back up to the room he sets the tray on the nightstand before going over to her side, brushing some hair out of her face, making her grumble and burrow deeper into the covers in an attempt to stay asleep.
He laughs softly sitting down beside her stroking her cheekbone.
“Angel, wake up. I brought you breakfast.”
She grumbles, reaching out from the covers to wrap his arms around her waist and snuggling into his side.
“At least let me put the ring on you. I need to talk with Grayson anyway.”
She thrusts out her left hand, still refusing to open her eyes.
He sighs, sliding the ring on her left finger and placing a kiss to her forehead before standing up to leave.
“I love you, Habibiti.”
The following noise that is probably an ‘I love you too’ but could also be a ‘shut the door’ is the only response he gets before he goes to find his brother(s).”
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“Grayson, Todd, Drake, you three are fixing this entire internet mess that you started and that is final.”
Sounds of protest erupt from the room as he takes his leave to feed the animals.
“Hold up! Dickie-bird is the one who fucked up, why do we have to fix it?!”
Jason pulls him back by his hoodie, thoroughly pissing him off, to face them again.
“Because, Grayson would be too emotional and sappy and just humiliate himself and make the situation worse, Drake knows how to navigate the internet better than the rest of us and, you are always happy to talk about Marinette and I need you to keep Drake awake long enough to fix this.”
Jason nods his head accepting the explanation when Tim interrupts.
“And why can’t you do it?”
A smile that puts all three brothers on edge takes over his face.
“I have a wedding to plan.”
Followed by him immediately shutting the door and going about his chores.
BONUS:
*Marinette wakes up, eats breakfast and changes before noticing the new rind on her left finger*
Marinette: HOLY SHIT I’M GETTING MARRIED!
Marinette:JASON! JAY! I’M GETTING MARRIED!
Jason from down the hall: I KNOW! I WAS THERE WHEN HE PROPOSED!
*Marinette immediately calls her friends and family and start crying while Chloe, Adrien, Kagami, Alix, Kim, and Max all immediately buy plane tickets*
*Jagged cries and also buys plane tickets for him and Penny*
*Luka goes with Jagged*
BONUS 2:
*Two weeks before proposal*
*Marinette running to Jason (her self-proclaimed older brother) and jumping as he catches her*
Marinette: JAY!
Jason: PIXIE-POP!
*Damian groans setting her bag on the floor*
Damian: Must you two be so dramatic? You saw each other last month.
Jason: Piss off Demon Spawn! She's MY baby sister
*Cue pissed off and tired (because he was so excited to see Mari that he couldn’t fall asleep last night) Damian *
Damian: Yeah? Well she's MY wife
*Cue immediate pause and lots of blushing from aforementioned couple*
Damian: I meant fiancé!
Damian: NO! GIRLFRIEND! I meant GIRLFRIEND!
*Marinette exe. has stopped working*
*Damian rushes over and throws her over his shoulder*
Damian: I meant GIRLFRIEND, and you wipe that smile off your face Grayson!
*Damian runs to his room with Mari and eventually they fall asleep together while the batfam collectively loses their shit down stairs*
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The Soldat’s Printsessa (Joaquin Torres)
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This is a Joaquin Torres x Female!Stark!Reader fic, the reader is adopted and I haven’t used any race for her. Thank you for reading... I hope you enjoy! :)
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Saying goodbye to Tony was a normal moment for young Y/N, their parents didn’t quite trust him to look after his baby sister while they were away on business so she often went with them, she held her arms around his neck and pecked his cheek while he was crouched down – it was the same every time – she didn’t want to let go but she knew she would have to. She was an inquisitive child, always asking questions and smarter than the average three-year-old, she would talk to her dad with more dexterity than most of his staff and his son – turns out being smart isn’t in the genes, it’s just how you bring your children up. On their journey, Y/N was watching the trees go past while asking Howard about the place they were going, as usual, he gave her a lengthy explanation and she hung onto every word – he had just got to the end of the explanation when the car was thrown off the road. Y/N screamed loudly, not understanding what was going on, before hearing her dad beg to someone that she couldn’t die, that she was important, that he needed to make sure she lived before stopping as a bang sounded – that made the three-year-old cry out louder while Maria tried to calm her down. Though she was soon faced with a masked figure, who pointed something at her mum and another bang came from it, they stared at the child lifting the gun at their face while Y/N cried silently – she didn’t understand what was happening – the figure stood there for a while, it was silent save for the sniffling coming from the girl but eventually they lowered the gun and unbuckled her lifting her into their arms before removing their mask.
“You will be fine, printsessa. I will look after you.” The man reassured, and Y/N instantly hugged onto his neck. A bit surprised the man looked at the girl in his arms deciding from that moment on that she wouldn’t ever leave his sight if he could help it. So, he took the girl and pulled the box of super soldier serum from the back of the car before leaving the scene on his motorbike watching the young girl weep for her parents.
To say that the members of Hydra were surprised to see the Soldat carrying the child was an understatement; firstly, they had no idea she would be in the car – intel telling them that the child had a nanny that would be looking after her that weekend. Secondly, that the Soldat would keep her alive after he was told to kill everyone on sight. They tried asking him questions about it but he just grunted and stayed silent, they tried taking her from his arms but he just growled at them, they tried explaining that they needed to check that she was okay but he told them that they would have to check her over while he was with her. Eventually, they gave it. The girl was asked questions, they wasn’t expecting much but were pleasantly surprised that the girl was well spoken and rather smart for her age – they decided it was best to keep her around the Soldat and use her brains for their cause. The little one didn’t unhook her arms from the Soldat’s neck at any point and he didn’t let go of her either, it was like they had this bond already – something hydra could use and manipulate them with.
Over the years, Hydra would do tests on Y/N while the Soldat was on missions. They had figured out quickly that she was a special girl, from the fact that her blood seemed almost acidic to the fact that if she didn’t want to do anything she would burst your ear drums with a piercing scream – that was when they decided she could be more than just leverage for the Soldat and decided that when she turned four, she would start training. Obviously, this training would be done by the Soldat, they knew he wouldn’t allow anyone else to hurt her, though at first, he was very much against it – resisting and failing missions in protest of the situation – but they were quick to force him into by telling him that they would give her to someone else to train. Turns out her dexterity also extended to how fast she could learn, it only took a year for her to work out how to use her screaming power and another to be able to become so light on her feet that she could sneak past the Soldat and get the practise flag without him realising. Hydra celebrated the Soldat’s hesitance in that moment – maybe just maybe this was the key to save the world. What they didn’t think about was the fact that the Soldat was the only one that could control the girl, and the fact that if he diverged from the course then so would she – in that moment they would’ve lost their two greatest assets…
2016. The year Y/N found her true identity. The man known as Zemo had started the video watching as a figure – much like Bucky – take a car off the road and kill the people in it before taking a child into his arms and driving off. The men in the room stared at Bucky, he looked down in shame while Tony turned to look at the only girl in the room who was just staring at the screen.
“Did you know?” the question was directed at Steve, who answered with a shake of his head.
“Do you remember?” this question was aimed at Bucky who nodded his head,
“Do you know who you were?” this final question was directed at Y/N,
“I only remember Soldat nothing else.” Her voice was a whisper, she was as shocked as everyone else in the room,
“Why did you take her?” Tony’s voice broke, Bucky looked at him in the eye and said,
“Your father begged me to make sure she lived, something clicked in my brain, and I hesitated – I was meant to kill everyone in that car, but I wasn’t able to – so instead I decided the only way I could keep her safe was to take her with me.” Tony nodded at his words, unable to know how he was feeling,
“He did it to save me, never let me out of his sight. I was a mystery, no one knew where my abilities came from – where I came from. I’m not your sister by blood, am I?”
“No, you were adopted. Dad came home one day and told me I was gonna have a sister. I had no idea where you came from, not until a few years ago.” The room looked at him in curiosity,
“You know?!” Y/N spoke the loudest she had in a while,
“Something about them finding you, about two months old, on Agent Carters doorstep, originally she was looking after you but then they figured out your abilities and dad decided it was best you were kept with us. Somehow you had never used your powers on me or our parents – you trusted easily too, but you knew when someone wasn’t to be trusted, it’s a part of your abilities. No one knows who you belonged too, but I do know that we loved you like you were ours by blood and you gave mum another chance at being a mother - she cherished you for it – but I guess that all went down the drain when he killed her.” Tony pointed at Bucky in anger, Y/N looked at the people in the room before sighing.
“In all my years at Hydra, I’ve never once been hurt. You wanna know why?” she paused looking directly in Tony’s eyes, “because he kept me out of harm’s way, Bucky looked after me. He honoured dads words without even knowing it, cause the Bucky from before the war was and is still in there. Your anger is understandable, but Bucky was a victim of this as well, he had no choice in the matter.” Y/N breathed out after her statement. Tony looked at her in surprise before anger overtook him,
“He killed my mum!” and with that a fight broke out.
               Wakanda was peaceful, it seemed that it was the only place on earth where Bucky and Y/N could be themselves without someone trying to kill them or imprison them. Turns out Wakanda would also turn into somewhere Y/N would not be able to be without heart break, watching Bucky fall to the floor turning into ash was something Y/N would never had believed if it wasn’t for the fact, she saw it with her own eyes. She had just lost the only person she actually knew in this world; she was well and truly alone, and she had no idea where to go from here. She was staying with the remaining Avengers when they had taken notice of the plane landing in the field behind the compound, the plane holding her brother. Seeing him again brought some unknown emotion up in her, the thought of maybe not being completely alone in the world brought teas to her eyes as the man held onto her, holding on for dear life. She went to stay with Tony and Pepper after that, living in the cabin across from them. When Morgan was born, she was the built-in babysitter for them, and she threw herself into getting to know the family she had left. After two years of the new world, Y/N decided that she should be using her abilities for good and joined the US air force. Her supernatural abilities dragged her through training within only a few months and she was soon being sent out on missions with a squad where she met Joaquin Torres, they hit it off immediately and were instant friends – he had a large fascination with the Falcon and would often ask question about him, Y/N would tease him about it, stating that one day he might meet Sam and find out for himself.
               Though things don’t always work out the way we would like it too. Steve had come to her telling her about the possibility of getting the people back, getting Bucky back, and she had to jump at the chance of helping. Saying goodbye to Torres was hard but she knew they would see each other again one day, she was given a dishonourable discharge and was soon helping the Avengers figure out un-blipping people. They found the stones and Bruce was the one to use the gauntlet, it worked as birds appeared in the sky and Clint got a phone call from his wife. They had celebrated and then mourned the loss of Natasha before being interrupted by Thanos and his army, though they tried their best they had been pinned down unable to win on their own, even with the people coming out of the portals it was a hard battle. Tony decided that he had to do something, the only thing he could do, so he placed the stones into his armour and snapped his fingers causing Thanos and his army to disappear into ash, though unfortunately this course of action was also the one to kill Tony Stark…
               Y/N mourned for a long time, leaning on her friends and family. Her visits to see Morgan and Pepper often ended with the two adults crying in each other’s arms; Bucky tried his best to care for her, but he could only do so much; and Torres, well, they had become closer than before, the grief and love they shared seemed to spur them into never wanting to leave each other’s sides – yet not once did Bucky pick up on it. So, when he stormed up to Sam in the air base, he missed the way Y/N and Torres greeted each other before she decided to interrupt the coming argument between Bucky and Sam.
“Hey, look guys maybe now isn’t the best time to be doing this. There’s people we need to save right now.” And that was it, Y/N and Bucky would join Sam’s effort to stop the Flag Smashers. Everything was going to fast for Y/N to keep up, and Torres had noticed – so when the group were going on another mission he stepped up and told them he thinks she should stay at base. They were slightly confused but let Y/N decide what she wanted to do, when she agreed they were quick to leave. While on the mission Bucky and Sam discussed the obvious (to them) skinny love situation between Y/N and Torres, deciding that if the pair didn’t have the balls to get together then they would make them – they began their planning straight away. Meanwhile, Y/N and Torres were deciding on when and where to go to their next date. Though they were quickly disrupted by Y/N becoming dizzy and cramps ripping through her stomach,  Torres was quick to find something warm for her to place on her stomach before calling for a medic. The medic gave them some news that neither of them were expecting, and news they didn’t know how to share, especially to Bucky whose reaction that they knew could go either way. So, they took a few weeks, while dealing with his Flag Smashers mission on the side, to figure out how exactly they was going to tell people.
               Sam and Sarah were having a party at the docks near their house in Delacroix, they had invited Torres to join them, and Y/N couldn’t have been happier – though she didn’t realise they had only done it to put Sam and Bucky’s plan into action. Firstly, AJ and Cass were put to work by making sure that whenever everyone was sitting down at the table that Y/N and Torres would be sat next to each other, though that wasn’t much of a struggle because the pair had already been doing that. Then they would most definitely tease them about looking good together, where Y/N would blush, and Torres would chuckle nervously – at that point Sam and Bucky thought they had them though in reality, it was because they were worrying about Bucky’s reaction. After a few more steps Y/N and Torres had caught onto their plan and decided it was time to reveal their relationship.
“So… you two want us together, right?” Y/N spoke to the guys, they nodded in reply, “Well, the thing is, we’re kinda already together and we have a bit of news.” That got their attention and Y/N turned to Torres who they had decided would break the news,
“There’s a new Torres coming in 7 months.” the adults at the table were speechless, and after only a few seconds Bucky’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fainted onto Sam who was quick to catch the super soldier. This got everyone moving towards him trying to wake him back up, which thankfully only took a few minutes. He sat up and finally said,
“I’m too young to be a grandpa.” With everyone laughing we knew it’d all be okay…
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Hello chocolatiers here is a new idea, and this is one of my altime favorites so far.
Ok so, Marinette and Jason are siblings who got separated. Jason is adopted by Bruce and Marinette is adopted by Tom and Sabine. Jason becomes Robin and dies. Marinette is informed of his death but isn’t able/allowed to attend the funeral. She never meets Bruce. Marinette is bullied by Chloe and then Lila and the class. She becomes ladybug and chat is useless.
Even though things in class are tough. Marinette makes a fabulous class trip. She has them set to go to New York (with tours of Stark Industries, and New York Times along with Broadway production tickets), then they are to go to Starling City (where they get to tour Queen industry, and their parks), next they go to Central City (they have some basic tours of some museums and stuff), finally they will end in Gotham (tour Wayne Enterprise and the gardens).
Marinette had a good time in New York, Lila lies all day every day, but she ignored it. They had a fligh to Starling City and Marinette had to use the restroom or something before they left, but when she got back to the gate the plane was gone, and so was her class. She had no clothes (those were on the plane) and she didn’t have a lot of money. She was having a hard time breathing when all of a sudden Tony f*cking Stark struts his way over to her and helps her breath again (couldn’t decide if she has a panic or anxiety attack).
Tony and Peter were coming back from Wakanda. Peter knoticed Marinette and points her out to Tony, making some joke of if she is a lost Stark or something. Tony looks at Marinette and immediately knows she is having an attack, he knows how that feels, so he immediately goes over to her and helps her through it. He finds out that Marinette got left behind by her class and this pisses Tony off. He then tells her he can/will help her out. All three of them then head to the Avenger’s Tower.
[[More]]
She meets the Avengers, and she is totally normal. No stuttering, spasming, tripping, or anything but treating them like they are normal. This intrigues the Avengers. They invite her to watch some of them train while Tony looks into getting her back to her class. While she watches them train she ends up handing Steve his shield (like it was a piece of paper), and Thor his hammer (like it was nothing), this shocks everyone.
Steve: Hey Thor, does this mean this kid is now the new ruler of Asgard?
Thor: . . . . . I must introduce her to the Allfather. Come child of earth.
Tony: *runs into the room, body slamming the door on his way in* DONT GO WITH HIM!!!!!!! IM ADOPTING HER!
Pepper: *appears from nowhere* no you’re not
Peter and Marinette become close friends. The hulk also meets Marinette. The team is worried, but Hulk just kinda picks her up and says “Baby” and tries to burp her. . . . . . . . Tony gets plenty of pictures of this. Marinette is a grumpy sunshine child, and she threatens Tony and Peter if they post any of those pictures.
Tony tells Marinette that he has a friend in town that lives in Starling City and he has agreed to take her with him when he returns home. Marinette will be getting picked up in a few hours, so Tony, Peter, Steve, Thor, and Pepper take Marinette out to get some clothes. This ends in chaos, mayhem, emotional trauma, and the Avengers learn how truly terrifying teenager girls are. Pepper is now wanting to adopt Marinette.
Later that evening Oliver Queen and Roy Harper show up at Avenger tower to pick Marinette up. Roy thinks she will be like all the other girls he knows, shallow and a gold digger or a super hero. He isn’t prepared for the absolute angel that is Marinette. He is love struck, and he becomes the gentleman that Oliver has tried to teach him to be. The only thing Oliver is thinking is “did Bruce get another one?”
Marinette and Roy hit it off very well (roynette is endgame people) they talk for hours. They exchange numbers. Oliver finds out that no, she isn’t adopted by Bruce <not yet anyway>. But she was born in Gotham, she had an older brother who died when she was younger. Oliver found out she is MDC and immediately wanted to commission a suit. She agreed and they were talking suit styles and colors until they arrived in front of her hotel in Starling City. They told her not to hesitate if she needed anything.
Her class didn’t even knotice she was missing. She got her room key and went to sleep. The next morning she was the first one up and downstairs. The breakfast pasteries were gross so she went to the kitchen and taught the staff how to make a good crossaint. She was putting a fresh batch out in the buffet area when her classmates arrived. Lila pauses when she saw her. How had Marinette gotten here? She made sure to destroy her plane ticket. Anyway Lila lies the entire trip as well. She convinces Max to hack into Marinette’s phone and change her alarms. On the day they head to Central City, Marinette’s alarm goes off 30 minutes after the bus leaves.
Marinette sighs and calls Roy. Roy is pissed that her teacher left her behind AGAIN. So he calls up Barry Alan (I watch the Flash tv show so those are the characters I will be using). Roy tells him about how the teacher is incompetent and left a student behind. Roy arrives to pick Marinette up, only to see two guys hitting on her. Roy stops that sh*t real quick. Then they head to Central City. They swing by Star Labs and Marinette meets Barry and his friends. They fall in love with Marinette. She is sweet and kind and adorable. Barry sees her as an innocent sister who must be protected. They take her to her class. He convinced the chief to let the class come visit the precinct. Lila is taking credit for everything, while Marinette gives out pasteries that she made at Star Labs. The officers love Marinette, especially Joe. He sees his daughter in Marinette. Some of the officers offered to teach the class some self defense, in case they were in trouble, and they refused to say how scared they were when Marinette took them down. It was way too easy for her to take them down. The tall kid with frosted tips didn’t do half as well as she did. Roy and Barry only seen that level of skill on hero’s or black belts. Lila started gushing about how she trained with some famous martial artist but had to stop due to her arthritis. The class got held hostage by Captain Cold. Marinette distracts him long enough for the hostages to escape, and the police and hero’s to arrive. She talked about everything from how he could make more money by hiring himself out as a ice machine to people in third world countries to his lack of fashion. By the time the hero’s arrived she was redesigning his entire wardrobe. He was just confused. The officers that arrived on the scene recognized Marinette and were horrified that her class left her in the hands of a criminal. Marinette just brushed it off as no big deal, she was used to it. This had them in near tears. The Flash helped her get back to the hotel. Barry was freaking pissed, so he took a couple pictures with Marinette, took her to get ice cream, and then took her back to her hotel; all before the class arrived.
When the class did arrive at the hotel they started accusing Marinette of working with Cold, but then they saw the Flash. Alya immediately started interviewing him. Only for him to snatch her phone out of her hand and delete the video. She wasnt happy about that, but Barry didn’t care. He stalked over to Bustier and started tearing her apart for abandoning a student. He then went to the police chief and let him know what happened.
Joe finds out what happened and knows that the class’s next stop is Gotham. He calls an old friend, Gordon, and tells him what’s going on and to keep an eye out for Marinette. Gordon agreed but doesn’t think that any teacher can be that stupid.
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He is proven wrong when he goes to greet the class only to find that Bustier left Marinette behind. Gordon is dumbfounded, then furious when she said that Marinette can handle herself. Gordon then calls for a manhunt for this child. 15 minutes later he gets a call from Bruce that he has Marinette in his custody. He has permission from her parents to take care of her while she is in Gotham. Gordon starts compiling evidence of criminal neglect to send to the French Board of Education.
Roy was woken up to a call from Marinette. She got left behind again. He calls his friend Jason and tells him about what’s going on and if it’s ok if he stays with him until Marinette goes back to France. Jason,doesn’t know this is his sister, says yes. Roy and Marinette become an official couple on the way to Gotham. Bruce is trying to get everything ready for a non hero to come to their house, even if only for a few hours.
What no one expected was, when Alfred led them into the house. For Marinette and Jason to lock eyes, and for Mari to body check Jason. They also didn’t expect for Marinette and Jason to start crying, or for them to be siblings. Marinette slapped Jason a few times for making her think he died.
Roy pales when he realizes that Jason is her brother. Jason is furious at Roy for dating his sister. Marinette tried to keep her brother from killing her boyfriend, which is a struggle. She tells Bruce what happened with her class and he excused himself to go call her parents and inform them of what has happened. They give him permission to take care of their daughter while she is in Gotham. He also sets up future visits for Marinette to come to Gotham.
While Bruce is away, Damian arrives, sees a new dark haired minor, and immediately concludes his father has adopted another. He then proceeds to attack her, but Marinette takes a sword from a nearby knight and parries him. She barley keeps him at bay, when he realizes that she has some very basic knowledge of swordsmanship. He stops attacking her and starts teaching her. Thus an impenetrable sibling bond has formed. She cookes with Alfred. Dick teaches her how to trapieze. She gives Tim her illegal coffee recipe. Her and Jason talk for hours.
She also finds the Batcave. Only because she went to the library and tried getting a book, that happened to be the hidden enterance. She chews Bruce out for not dealing with the Joker in time to save her brother. She was just letting out her frustrations and everyone knew it. She met Louis and Clark, who she pulled to the side and told him to find a better disguise because it is obvious he is superman. She pats his shoulder and walks away. Louis slips Bruce $10.
Bruce invites the class to the Wayne Gala and provides clothes for them to wear. Marinette refuses the offer and makes her own dress. She also makes gifts for the Batfam.
Marinette is finally able to see Lila’s lies fall apart, at the Gala, and she refuses to forgive the class. What they did is not something that she can get over that easily. All of the abuse, the lack of loyalty, the manipulation, and demand for her time, energy, and supplies to give them what they want. She. Is. Done. She burned those bridges.
When the class is heading back to Paris their notifications go off. They are getting tagged in pictures of Marinette with the Avengers, Oliver Queen and Roy Harper, of the Central City Police force, with the Flash, with the Wayne’s, and Louis and Clark. They were shocked. How could Marinette get the opportunity to meet all of these people when she was with them the entire time. That’s when they realized, she wasn’t with them. The only time they remember seeing her is when they were on tours or she suddenly appeared in the places they were heading to. She was never with them when they left.
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coldflame96 · 3 years
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A Moment’s Peace
Summary: Hajime just wants to some peace and quiet so he can study for his entrance exam. His siblings are determined to make sure he doesn’t get it. 
Rating: T (only for Hajime’s teenage boy mouth)
Also on AO3 
Two in one day but I just wanted Hajime to suffer as the eldest sibling (solidarity!). It’s still Father’s Day so we also get some good dad Kyo. 
Hajime wondered if moving in with Kinu would give him more peace than he ever got here. He just wanted to study for his entrance exams. But god forbid he ever gets a moment's quiet. 
He heard the door open and pinched his nose in frustration. 
He turned around and saw Kyoko standing in his door, panting. "Hide me, Haji-nii!" 
He scoffed. "Why? And what have I told you about coming in here without knocking?" 
"You have to hide me!" Of course she was ignoring him. "Kazu-nii’s gonna find me!"
"What, are you playing hide and seek?" 
"Kyo-chan!" He heard their brother call from down the hall and the little girl squeaked in fear, jumping in his bed and burying herself under his covers. I just made that bed, dammit! 
He was about to kick her out before his door opened again and his brother stormed in, looking mad as hell and holding...a broken model airplane. The one he’d gotten for his birthday. The expensive one. That must be why she's hiding. It took a lot to piss Kazuya off.
"Nii-san, have you seen Kyoko?" He demanded. 
His eyes flicked over to his bed where their little sister somehow managed to blend in with his pillows. 
"No,” he lied. “Now quit bugging me. I'm trying to study." 
Kazuya huffed, muttering, "I can't believe her. When I find her she's dead." 
He closed the door behind him a little too loud and it was once he heard the retreating footsteps he rolled his eyes and called out, "You can come out now." 
He watched the small girl raise her head sheepishly, orange hair spilling over his blanket. 
"Haji-nii, can I stay in here?" 
"No." 
"Why?" She whined. 
"Because you're noisy and I'm trying to study." 
"But if I leave, Kazu-nii’s gonna kill me. He said so himself!" 
"Well, you shouldn't have broken his plane then. Stop being a baby and go apologize." 
She pouted. "I didn't do it on purpose." 
"Doesn't matter. You still broke it and it wasn't yours. Now go say you're sorry and stop bothering me." 
She surprisingly did actually leave, though reluctantly, and it was once the door was closed and he waited a minute or so that he breathed a sigh of relief. 
Maybe now he could-
The door slammed open again. “Haji-nii!” Kyoko cried. God dammit. 
He slammed the pencil down. “What now?” he gritted. 
“Kazu-nii hit me!” she sniffled. 
“Well, yeah, you broke his plane. I would’ve hit you too.”
Her eyes practically inflated with tears and he had to force himself to look away and not cave. “But I did what you said!”
“That’s not my problem! Why are you even coming to me anyway? Where are Mom and Dad?”
“Mommy’s at work and Daddy’s in the yard.”
“Go harass him then!” 
“Kyoko.” Speak of the man and he shall appear. His dad was standing in the doorway. “Why are you in here bothering your brother?” Kyoko immediately took her opportunity to run over and hug him. 
“Daddy, Kazu-nii’s being mean to me!” she whined. 
“Don’t fall for it, Dad!” Kazuya piped in from behind because of course he did. Why not just bring Mom here and have a whole party? It’s not like this exam was important or anything. “She broke my plane!”
“Kyoko, is that true?” he heard Dad ask. 
There was a pause and then a sheepish, “Yeah.” 
“You should apologize.”
“But I already did! And then he hit me!”
Why were they doing this in his room of all places? For fuck’s sake! 
“Seriously?” he heard his dad say in an unimpressed tone. “She’s half your size.”
“She broke my plane.”
“Then you come to me about it, you don’t hit your little sister. Now say you’re sorry.”
Seriously, why the hell were they still in here? His pencil snapped in his hand and he could feel the veins popping. 
“Sorry, Kyo-chan,” Kazuya muttered. 
“Good. Now you.” Hajime assumed he was talking to Kyoko now but he didn’t care because he just wanted them to leave. “You apologize too.”
“But I already did!” she whined. 
“You shouldn’t have gone in his room without-” he couldn’t fucking take this anymore. 
“Can you guys get out?!” he burst out, turning to them, who almost looked shocked that he was even here which just pissed him off even more. “Geez, I have an exam in like 3 days and I can’t get anything done with you people coming in here and bothering me every five seconds!”
His dad and brother atleast had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry.” Dad steered both of his siblings, who were glaring daggers at each other, out. “C’mon, let’s let your brother work.”
He tsked and sat back down with a huff. 
Finally. 
Maybe Dad could atleast keep those two busy for a while. 
He stiffened when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. He turned slightly, the heat rushing to his face from the sudden affection and felt his dad rest his chin on the top of his head. How did I not hear him come back in? Dad’s face was unreadable but he almost looked...sad. 
“Dad?” he questioned softly. “Are you okay?” He knew he had a temper. Did he go too far?
Dad kissed the top of his head like he did all the time when he was a kid and he blushed. 
“Yeah, I’m okay.” he heard in his ear, and then the arms let go and the room felt a little chillier. 
His dad smirked and ruffled his hair, and he batted the hands away in protest. “Don’t work too hard,” he said as he finally left the room
Hajime blinked in confusion when the door closed. That was weird. It wasn’t unusual for his dad to be affectionate or anything, but that particular instance felt...different, somehow.
He shook his head. Whatever. His family was weird. 
But, he thought as he smiled to himself, I’m really gonna miss them. 
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The Road to Normal - Colson Baker
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Requested by @catlady495​ : are you taking requests? if so i think it would be so cute if you like took your kids to see colson on tour and have it like really fluff/cute family crap 🥺 
Word Count: 1929 Warnings: None really. Fluff and kids. A/N: Gif by me. Sorry this took so long but I had no idea what to write for a while and kept deleting stuff. Anyways, Stream Tickets to My Downfall!
Going on a flight with 3 kids was just as hectic as it sounded. You were starting to question whether it was worth it. A 2-year-old half asleep on your lap, his feet dangling in your face for an hour. Because if you moved even an inch, he would wake up and you weren’t emotionally prepared for that.
Bella had finally stopped asking questions about the plane, how it flew and when she would see her dad. Her sister distracting her with her tablet. You were always thankful for Casie, she was the best big sister that you could ever ask her to be. Even when you didn't ask, she was awesome. 5 months and 25 days without him and you were going a little stir crazy. It was the loneliness more than anything that got you. The kids hated it, and seeing them like that made your heart hurt.
Colson was feeling it too, though he would never admit how much. Tour was insane like always, but he loved it. The mess, the noise, the crowd. Performing was like breathing to him - the only thing he would change was you. Without you there, it was like a piece of him was missing. A late-night phone call and "I miss you" couldn't get you to drop everything and fly to another country. Now you had kids, it was a lot more difficult to bring them out on road. The circumstances were understandable but hard to take. So this plan was put into action. The plan that involved your legs being scrunched up against a chair for 5 hours and trapped in a metal tube. The ride to the hotel was thankfully pretty short, and you met your favourite co-conspirator there.
"Hey (Y/N)"
Ashleigh hugged you tight, bright smile on her face now that you were finally here. Colson needed this, and she knew you did too.
"How are you guys?"
She was attacked with cuddles in response, laughing as the kids could barely contain their excitement.
Colson, completely unaware of his almost screaming children in the lobby, was in his room. He had called you, just before you'd left for the airport. Panic filled your body. Trying to brush him off was difficult. Normally you'd talk for hours but your terrible excuse of “crying kids and needing to go grocery shopping” was enough to prevent any questions. Thankfully he was too tired to probe any further. You probably made his shitty day even worse, the sadness in his voice killed you.
“No- its fine baby, we can talk later. It was nothing important, I just miss you and the kids like crazy. I love you”
At least now you could make his day a whole lot better.
"Which way is it?"
Casie asked once you were out of the elevator, and finally at his floor. She was bouncing with more energy than you'd seen in a while. Looking determined, concentration etched on her face as she matched the number on the keycard with the doors in front of her. Eli tried to escape from your arms getting antsy, wanting to go where everyone else was.
"Okay, okay. You'll see Daddy soon I promise"
You gently shushed him, eyes widening at the mention of his father. You followed your girls to make sure they didn't scream the entire way there.
"(Y/N), come on!"
Casie ran back and her hand tugged yours. Bella was behind you using all of her might to push, her little arms only reaching your lower back. You laughed, while they hurried you to the door. Now only a few steps separated you from him. Colson didn't flinch at the sound of the door handle, presuming it was Ash coming to talk about the show later. Looking up from his phone, he sighed, waiting for another lecture. His mouth fell open when he saw you all standing there.
"Dad!"
Bella ran towards him and Eli wriggled out of your grasp, climbing over the mattress with his sister's help. Casie made her way around the bed, diving under his other arm.
"What are you doing here?"
That smile you loved so much was plastered on his face, unable to hide it at seeing his babies. They were actually here and not buffering pixels thanks to terrible hotel Wi-Fi.
"Came to see you, duh"
Casie shrugged like it was the easiest thing into the world, burrowing back into his shoulder, while her father laughed.
Finally hearing that laugh in person was heaven. His eyes met yours across the room. After months, those blue eyes were staring into yours, lingering on your figure in disbelief. For a while, he would get to be Colson, instead of Kells.
He escaped the grasp of your children, making his way over to you. Enveloping you in a hug and almost lifting you off the floor. Pressing a kiss to his lips your hand caressed his cheek, drinking in your favourite view. Cuddling you tight to his chest for a few seconds, Colson planted a kiss to your hairline. God, he was so happy. You could hear Casie sighing from the other side of the room. Reaching over dramatically to cover her sibling's eyes, both of you chuckled at her antics. Finally, everything was back to your crazy kind of normal.
The few hours you got to yourselves were gloriously spent doing nothing. Colson listening attentively as Casie told him everything that had happened at school. Bella showed him how far she had got with the guitar. The instrument was bigger than her but she was determined to prove that their facetime lessons were working.
Eventually, you made it to soundcheck. The kids all looked so cute in their matching tour shirts. As you strolled in, Casie was glued to his hip, she was definitely going to be taller than him soon. They were all taller than the last time he’d seen them, which Colson hated. His tiny humans were getting bigger by the second and he was missing it. But the feeling of having them here made him forget that pain of leaving and missing them every second.
You plonked yourself on a seat next to Mod, watching a few rows back with Eli on your lap. While, Bella and Casie went wandering backstage with Ash.
"Daddy up there?"
His small voice asked, swinging his legs on the chair. He had gotten bored on your lap after a while. You pointed up to the stage, where Colson was currently talking to Rook about a drum solo.
"Wanna see!"
You lifted Eli off the chair, holding him above your head to see the stage.
"Wanna see Daddy!"
You pointed to the stage with your free hand but it was no use. Eli sniffled, pouting at you. Those big brown eyes blinking up at you, and you instantly melted.
"Fine. We'll go even though he's only over there"
Mod laughed, as you trudged up that stage, crying toddler in tow.
AJ and Baze waved at Eli who gave them a small wave back, but his eyes remained fixed on his father. Slim pointed for Colson to turn around.
"What's up?"
Colson reached out, taking your son in his arms, eyes scanning for any injury. Eli wrapped his arms around his neck and immediately shut up.
"What's wrong? Why you crying?"
"Missed you"
The baby mumbled into his tattooed shoulder, and Colson’s arms squeezed him a little tighter.
"You were just over there!"
He laughed, pointing to where Mod was, who waved back at him.
"You wanna stay up here with me?"
His voice was softer as he asked the question and Eli nodded intently.
"Guess I'll sit here then"
You made your way over the side of the stage, laughing at the thought Colson jumping around with a baby in his arms. He'd done it before. It was difficult but still unbelievably cute.
Casie appeared next to you, back from hanging out with Ash and Ash.
"Hey Casie B"
She rested her head on your shoulder, her curly hair tickling your forehead. At least she still wanted to hang out with you.
"You doing okay?"
She nodded. Casie would have a good time no matter what, she just wanted to see her dad.
“Thanks for bringing me”
“No problem, you’re a delight. Plus who else is going to watch the madness with me?”
She agreed wholeheartedly, and almost on cue, soundcheck was yet again interrupted by one of Colson’s tiny humans. It was less troublesome than the usual chaos that followed your family around, but it was to be expected. Bella walked onstage confidently, not unlike her someone else you knew, planting herself in front of her uncle. Slim leant down, the five-year-old whispering in his ear, to which he nodded.
“Rookie, you’re out the band”
“Again?”
His accent rang in the air, still sounding dejected at the words he had heard so many times.
“Yeah” Slim nodded, helping his niece over to the drums “Bella is replacing you”
“Do you need some help?”
Rook asked, seeing the concentration on her little face.
She paused, thinking about this life-changing decision for a second.
“Maybe a little”
Her tiny hands grabbed the sticks, whacking the drums and cymbals with some sense of rhythm. She was taking advantage of her moment. Soaking up the applause and cheering, you took that as your cue to leave so they could actually rehearse.
The show was phenomenal, as always. Surrounded by music and the unreal energy that came in waves from the stage. To you it was beautiful. Although that may have been just because of who was jumping around shirtless on stage. Colson winked at you and all the girls screamed but you just shook your head and blew a kiss back. Bella was disappointed to not be on drums, but she still had a good time. Bopping along with her tiny headphones, giggling when her dad made funny faces at them. Eli had fun clapping to the music, occasionally half wobbling half dancing with his sisters. The babies got tired quickly, eventually leaving to snooze backstage. Casie was wide awake, watching with awe as her father jumped across the stage. She shot you another smile, and you just felt happy. Nothing could beat that feeling of spending time with your family, the ones you love. Or an amazing concert.
After the show, you were welcomed into a hug by smiling, and very sweaty, Colson. And you wouldn’t change a thing for that sight. Eventually, you’d make it back to the hotel, basking in the almost silence of nighttime and enjoying each other’s company for the first time in a while. Bundled on the bed, cold because your children had claimed ownership of all blankets and comforters. Whispering due to your sleeping kids, you would attempt to have a conversation but Colson would still make you laugh without even trying.
“Quiet is so weird to me now”
The blond hummed, agreeing with your statement. It was nice but strange to not have a constant stream of noise filling the room.
“You wouldn’t rather be out having drunk lightsaber fights right now?”
“I mean, if you’re suggesting it-”
He abruptly sat up, attempting to move off the edge of the bed, amongst the sea of people on the mattress.
“Nope. This is perfect”
Colson shook his head, moving back and resting comfortably on your shoulder. And you knew, he meant every word. Despite the tantrums, very long flights and awkward facetimes. This was worth it and always would be.
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sailtoafarawayland · 3 years
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The Chicken Debacle
Summary:  There’s nothing Emma loves more than watching her husband work up a sweat, but being right certainly comes in a close second. In which a hot day, a flock of fowl, and a naughty Emma work together to make good use of some patio furniture. 
Rating: Explicit 
Tags: Humor, Pregnant Emma, Pregnant Sex  
Many thanks to all of my lovelies over on the discord - a truly inspiring bunch who prompted my muse to take what was a rather frustrating real life situation and turn it into something a bit more fun, and a bit more naughty.  
AO3 - FF
The Chicken Debacle
“You're not going to help?” Killian asked, eyebrows darting up in surprise as he swept his arm across the backyard, gesturing toward the small flock of chickens currently digging through the garden and flower beds.
Emma caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth, her cheeks warming as she bit back a smile.
“Nope, sorry, babe,” she shrugged, running her hands down the large swell of her stomach, “I probably shouldn't be chasing chickens seven months pregnant. Besides, I'm not the one who forgot to shut the latch on the gate.”
His eyes narrowing at her accusation, Killian looked as if he were about to argue, but finally sighed and started toward the closest chicken, the heavyset, yellow fowl bobbing her head suspiciously as he drew near, her feathers ruffling as she shook herself and pecked viciously at the ground – readying herself for a fight, Killian imagined.
“I'll keep you company though,” Emma called out, grabbing her iced tea and laying back on the lounger – smothering a laugh behind her hand as her husband leaped toward the chicken only to have it kick up a cloud of mulch in his face and dart between his legs, making for the nearest bush.
“I'm very grateful indeed,” her husband quipped as he turned and reevaluated the situation, casting his eyes around the yard to see if there was anything he could use to ensnare the unsuspecting birds. “Enjoying your iced tea, Swan?”
“Yup, delicious,” she purred, enjoying the way the hot sun was glancing off the sheen on his chest, the summer hot enough that even the smallest amount of activity outside was enough to make them both sweat. “Perfect for a hot day – oh, our little one just kicked!”
A look of genuine contentment washed over Emma's face as she rested her free hand on her belly, her hair falling to frame her cheeks as she whispered something he couldn't hear to the child growing within her – and just like that the frustration fell from his shoulders, replaced with a love so deep he wouldn't begrudge his beautiful wife anything, not even the opportunity to hold something as trivial as the chicken gate over his head, but...that didn't mean he couldn't make his Swan work up a sweat of her own while doing it.
Emma had just looked up from the gently undulating swell of her belly when she saw Killian standing in the middle of their yard, his fingers folded around the edge of his shirt as he lifted the hem up and over his body, his abs and pectorals flexing as he tossed it to the ground nearby, shoulders rolling as he stretched and eyed the closest chicken with a determination Emma recognized immediately– those poor birds were in for it.
She watched as he lunged forward, his sneakers shifting in the grass as he chased the chicken toward a corner of the fencing, just managing to snatch it by the leg before carefully folding its wings in and lowering her over the fence back into the run, the only sign of a bruised ego some few ruffled feathers.
He rounded on the next bird, a smaller one that Emma liked to call Cinnamon – although they were pretty sure she'd never laid, and were somewhat concerned she didn't seem to know she was a chicken at all, preferring to spend her time stubbornly following around the chipmunks and squirrels that frequented the yard. While she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, she was quick, and Emma had to bite back a chuckle as Killian stumbled more than once trying to get near her – eventually giving up and moving on to the larger fowl digging in the raspberries.
Emma enjoyed the cool slip of iced tea down her throat as she feasted on her husband – his skin glistening in the sun as he moved, each hard line and muscle calling out to be touched, stroked, lavished with the sweep of her tongue as she slid her palms over the ridged planes of his stomach, moving lower until she could curl her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and slowly peel them down, her nose parting the thatch of dark curls that surrounded his thick, glorious –
“Ha!” Killian let out a triumphant yell, drawing Emma's mind back to what he was doing, two rather disgruntled looking hens fidgeting in his arms as he hurried them back to the pen and plopped them over the fence.
Her eyes were locked on her husband as he paused to catch his breath, his biceps curling as he ran his hands through his inky mop of hair, a curtain of it falling once more over his face as he bent and tightened the laces on one of his shoes, giving her an eyeful of just how firm and perfect his ass was in those particular shorts – if her husband wasn't made in the image of the gods, then she wasn't sure there ever was such a thing.
The straw she'd been sucking on finally let out a loud gurgle as she drained the last of her drink, her cheeks flushed as Killian turned around and shot her a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking, and indeed, as she shifted on the lounger, she could feel her desire slick and wet between her legs – but there was still one chicken left to catch – Cinnamon, and her pirate wasn't one to give up before the job was done. She set the glass down on the patio, her fingers brushing against the firm coil of the hose they used for watering the garden, and as she watched Killian sprint across the yard after the last, stubborn bird, she got a perfectly wicked idea.
He'd made a few passes around the yard, Cinnamon dodging into the raspberries when he rooted her out of the garden, but no matter how quick he was, she was faster, her beady eyes never leaving him as she pranced through the grass like a tiny, cheeky dinosaur, always just out of arm's reach. It wasn't until he paused mid yard to catch his breath that Emma struck, the hose already primed and ready as she pulled the trigger and let a spray of cool water douse him, his muscles tensing as he jumped out of range and spluttered, wiping the rivulets of clear water from his eyes, his hair plastered to his head.
“Oh, you'll pay for that, Swan,” he promised, stepping forward with a dark intensity that had her scooting back on the lounge chair, her hands raised in front of her to ward off any tickling he was likely make her suffer.
“You looked so hot,” she begged, her voice rising an octave as he drew closer, droplets spraying from his hair as he shook his head and graced her with a sinful smirk, “hot and thirsty...I just thought – ”
She was about to scream, her body already on edge at the mere thought that he might tickle her, but then he stopped, both of their heads swiveling to the garden shed where they could here the clamor of something knocking and a plaintive bock that sounded for all the world like it was coming from the bottom of a well.
“Well, your punishment will just have to wait, love – that's too good an opportunity to pass up,” Killian grinning, walking swiftly to the shed where Emma could just see the fluffy bottom of Cinnamon framed by two flapping wings, her head stuck in the open neck of an old water can.
Triumphantly, Killian picked up both the bird and the can, soothing her with quiet sounds as he coaxed her free and dropped her back into the pen with her sisters, her soft orange feathers looking only a little worse for the wear as she rejoined the flock with a confused warble.
Emma's heart thumped in her chest as her husband finally turned his attention back to her, no more chickens to distract him, and advanced across the yard, the ripple of his muscles as he moved making her core clench and her nipples harden beneath her tank top – fuck if she didn't always want him, and pregnancy hadn't done anything but make that need more sharp, more constant.
“Killian,” she pleaded, licking her lips as he strode toward her, that same determination she'd seen earlier now focused entirely on her. “You could have gotten heat stroke. It's got to be ninety – ”
She yelped as his large hands gripped the bottom of the lounge chair and pulled it closer, its wheels grating against the patio as she held on, her bare foot running along the side of her leg in anticipation.
“You were quite right, love – I was getting quite thirsty.” Letting go of the chair, he kept his blue gaze locked on hers as his palms traced the firm lines of her calves, pressing deliciously into her muscles and sliding up towards her thighs as he leaned closer, “and now that you've sated that need, I can focus on more important matters.”
“Oh?” she breathed, every other part of her brain shutting down as her body screamed for him to touch her, to  take her right there on the lounge chair, “and what would that be?”
“Well, a bit of hard labor always makes a man hungry, Swan,” he growled, his hands swiveling to press against the inside of her knees, her legs falling open on the lounger as he filled the space between them, his fingers deftly pulling the adjustment on the side of the chair and carefully lowering the head rest so she was nearly flat, her view of him suddenly blocked by the roundness of their child – it was the only thing she missed, being able to see him so sinfully enjoying himself between her legs.
“And I intend to enjoy every last bite of my dessert,” he finished, his fingers making her jump as they brushed against her inner thigh, pushing the light fabric of her shorts and panties to the side as he exposed her. “I knew you'd already be sopping wet for me, love...”
Emma whimpered as she felt the welcome press of his stubbled cheek against her leg, his breath hot against her damp folds for only an instant before the sensation was washed away by his tongue lightly dragging through her arousal, her back arching as he curled the tip of it around her clit, just barely nudging beneath its hood to tease the sensitive nerves within.  
“Oh my god,” she hissed, her fingers wrapping tightly around the edges of the lounger as she pushed forward, desperate to have his mouth sealed over her, sucking and licking and making her feel as if she could shatter with one flick of his tongue – knowing she would. “Killian, please...”
“Now be a good girl,” he whispered, pulling back as she writhed closer. “I intend to savor this, just as you savored watching me chase those bothersome fowl around the yard.”
“You shouldn't have forgotten to lock the door,” Emma whined – why she was arguing, she wasn't sure, after all, it wasn't talking she wanted his mouth occupied with.
“Ah, but I didn't let the chickens out this morning,” he chided, licking a stripe along her leg before returning to her drenched folds, teasing along the edges of them as he drank down her essence. “I was dropping Henry off at work, if you recall.”
“Oh!” Emma gasped as his tongue slipped into her, stroking another wave of wetness from her walls as his lips massaged her flesh – oh, that was right, she remembered it now, letting them out, dropping the lid to the feed bin on her foot and forgetting to latch the gate. “Oh my god....fuck...Killian, please...”
She could feel his grin against her as he pushed her legs wider, the top of his head bumping against her belly as he moved up. The flat of his tongue licked straight through her wetness and encircled her clit, his lips pursing as he sucked on her small, swollen nub, his scruff razing her thighs and countering the overwhelming roll of pleasure that was spiraling between her legs.    
“So delicious, Emma,” he moaned between her sharp gasps, leaving her only a moment's relief before he returned to making her crumble around him, alternating between sucking and laving her clit, his fingers reaching between them to slide into her tight sheath, her walls grasping and pulling as soon as he entered, eager to be filled. “I could feast on you like this all day...”
Something between a cry and a scream fell from her lips as she clutched the lounger, the pleasure building in her core spiraling and writhing and threatening to pull her apart as his rough fingers stroked her swollen walls, his tongue darting down to swallow every drop of arousal that was slipping from her, his breath fast and needy against her hot flesh – and then with a rough press of his fingers and soft flicks of his tongue, she was falling, tumbling, breaking apart around his mouth as her orgasm rolled through her like a storm.
She eased her hips up without realizing what was happening, Killian's strong hands caressing her flesh at the same time he slipped her shorts from her body, leaving her half clothed in their backyard, her mind still spinning from his incredible mouth, the sounds of the outdoors and the cars in the distance only just filtering back to her.
“That was...”
“I know,” he smirked, tossing her shorts to patio as he hooked his fingers into his own and drew them down over the impressive length of his cock, its swollen thickness bobbing against his stomach with urgency, “and now that I've eaten, I think we can move onto taking care of my other needs.”
“Killian,” she rasped, her words muffled against the material of the lounger as he gently lifted and guided her, turning her still reeling body over so that her hips were raised in the air, her sopping folds open and framed by her pale thighs as her face rested against the cushion.
“Yes, love,” he hummed, drawing a groan from her as he ran his cock through her folds, coating it in her arousal before slapping it cheekily against her bottom. “Is there something you wanted to say, perhaps?”
“I left the...accidentally...” she mumbled, coherent thought fleeing her as she felt the thick press of the head of his cock against her pleading center, her folds parting around its velvet roundness as he slowly entered her.
“What was that, darling?” His hardness slid unhurriedly into her, his strong hands holding her achingly in place as she sought that burning fullness that came when he was in her completely, but her walls pulsed longingly around just the tip of him, anticipating when they would be stretched to their limit.
“Fuck...Killian, please, need you in me...all of you,” she begged, wriggling against his grip as he grunted and gave her a few shallow thrusts, the swollen head of his cock so close to that sensitive, ribbed place inside of her that would scream with pleasure as he rolled over it.
“Aye, I know what you need, Swan, but you won't get it just yet...” He pulled out slowly, his fingers grasping her full bottom and squeezing as he watched his cock slip from her, only the flushed, glistening edges of her folds still brushing against his sensitive flesh. “Not until you admit what you did.”
“I forgot,” she hissed in a rush of air, pushing hard against his grasp, his nails almost certainly leaving red marks in her pale skin as she struggled to slide herself back onto his hard length, needing it like she needed to breath. “I left the gate open for the chickens to get – get out...”
“There we are, Swan,” he crooned, his grip easing as he swatted her on the bottom and leaned forward, a keening whimper falling from her mouth as he lodged himself completely within her, her nails dragging across the cushion as she rolled her hips to adjust to his girth. “Now was that so hard?”
She would have laughed if she didn't think she would cry from how amazing it felt to have him buried inside of her, every inch of her core throbbing around him and begging to be stroked by his beautiful cock.
“Very hard,” she breathed, squeezing his member inside of her and reveling in the deep groan it pulled from his chest, a mischievous smile twisting her lips.  “Are you mad at me?”
“Never, Emma,” he whispered, his words ghosting along her back as he leaned over her and placed a reverent kiss to her shoulder, his hand trailing along her body until it came to rest against her swollen stomach, drawing small circles against her taut skin. “There's nothing I love more than indulging the beautiful...” He thrust roughly into her, her cry of pleasure lodging between his ribs like the most exquisite knife as he withdrew “...forgetful...”      Another drive of his hips buried him in her once more, her body trembling as her walls clung desperately to his cock “...mother of my child...”
A wavering cry hung between them as he sunk deeply into her again, stilling for only a moment before his hips snapped back and he set the punishing pace she was craving, greedy, desperate pleas falling from her lips as he pistoned into her, his skin burning with a heat that roared from deep in his gut to blaze along every inch of his body.
Emma clung to the lounger as Killian filled her over and over again, his member caressing the most intimate parts of her and pulling from her noises she'd only ever shared with him, her panting breaths lost amid the slap of their skin meeting, the back of her thighs stinging from the scrape of his hair as he pounded into her, whispering things into the air that had her core throbbing with sinful pride.
It didn't take them long, the hot sun beating down against them as he roared over her, her upper body limp and clutching the cushion beneath her as he finally came, the vicious pulsing of his cock sending her over that beautiful horizon once more, her tight sheath squeezing him as he washed her insides with his release, their bodies shivering and trembling together as those last waves licked their skin – electric and burning and perfectly right.
His cheek was rough and hot against her back as his cock finally softened and slipped from her, pulling a last whimper from her lips as her wet flesh was left cool and exposed, everything throbbing pleasantly. His fingers traced soothing lines along her legs and sides, a soft chuckle reverberating against her back.
“Something funny, pirate?” she murmured, her back starting to ache even though she felt too boneless to move.
“It just occurred to me that I may very well find the chickens loose more often after this...lovely afternoon interlude.”
“I make no promises,” she quipped.  
“I've have always said you've a little bit of pirate in you, Swan,” he rumbled, pinching her bottom before gently rolling her to lay sideways on the lounger, his arms pulling her close to his chest.
“Well, more than a little,” she reminded him, drawing his calloused palm over her stomach, their not-so-little pirate rolling happily against them both as they soaked in the warmth of another lazy afternoon. Everything was bathed in that burnt, hazy afterglow that comes with summer, nearly tempting them to fall asleep – at least until something moving across her field of vision had Emma's eyes springing open, her mouth opening in surprise.
“Is that...Killian, did you check that the latch was actually shut after you put the chickens back in?”
Her husband's stubble scraped her skin as he peeked over her shoulder and watched the slow march of fowl making their way around the edge of the garden, scratching and pecking and looking far more recuperated from their last encounter than he currently felt.
“Bloody hell...”  
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buckaroosboogara · 3 years
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No Longer Feels Like Home
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Chapter 1: Manaʻo (Feeling)
Something was wrong with Buck.
Steve could sense it, because there was always some horrible sensation at the back of his head, screaming something he couldn't quite understand.
And it wasn't about his leg, nor the tsunami.
It was something else.
He had seen the news of the bomber in LA, and Danny had been his support while both saw Buck pinned to the road by that enormous fire truck in the news. Steve then had to explain what the kid meant to him, and some days later, he texted and called Buck to make sure he could count on him in whatever situation.
"Just text me and I will be taking the next plane to LA." Steve had said during a call.
Buck chuckled and thanked the former SEAL.
Five months later it was the pulmonary embolism.
Buck had texted Steve sometime before going over Athena's to have some 'celebration dinner' with Bobby, May, Harry, and her before his first shift after the accident.
Sometime later he received a message telling 'it was a party! :)' and a picture of him, Christopher, and Eddie.
He sent the picture to Danny, who had demanded that Steve told him about every news from Buck, although the detective and the firefighter didn't know each other.
'Are you kidding me? The kid looks like the Diazes had hung the moon for him.' Danny texted back.
Steve chuckled fondly, his mind free of worries until he unexpectedly woke up at 1 am, with a call from Buck's number.
"What the hell? It's 3 am in LA." He thought. But when he answered he noticed it wasn't Buck who called. It was a woman.
"Hi, um, am I talking to... Steve McGarrett?" She asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Is Buck okay?" Steve had woken up completely.
"Yes... No..." The woman doubted, she didn't know if she could trust this person, although her brother told her it was fine.
"What happened? Who are you? I want to talk to him now." Steve demanded as he stood up and started pacing around his room.
"He had a pulmonary embolism. I'm his older sister, Maddie. He wanted to talk to you, but the nurses took him for a CT scan, so I told him I would do it." Maddie answered, alarmed. Steve could sense the worry in her voice. So he told her comforting words until the nurses brought an asleep Buck back to his hospital room. She thanked his company and promised updates from his brother before cutting the call.
Then, like a week or two later, it was the tsunami.
Everyone was at the Five-0 headquarters, bored between the Hawaiian constant heat and the paperwork when Danny appeared through the office's cristal doors with fast steps and a tablet in his hands.
They all peeked from their offices at the detective when he exclaimed, "Hey! Something happened in LA!"
Steve knew it was directed to him, and his mind immediately rushed to think of every bad thing that could have happened. He calmed himself down before stepping out of his office.
When Danny reached the computer, he slid his hand through the tablet, to move the image into one of the screens. The group had reunited around the computer table to watch it.
The headline was worse than what they could have imagined.
"Tsunami hits Santa Monica Pier in LA"
Danny locked eyes with Steve for some seconds. He knew that Buck had texted the Commander, telling him that he and Christopher were going to the beach after Eddie dropped him off at his apartment to cheer him up.
Everyone's breath hitched when they watched the phone recorded video on the screen.
"Oh my god," Tani muttered as she saw the first wave hitting the pier on the news.
"This video was recorded by a brave teenager who is residing at Ocean Plaza Apartment, near the Santa Monica Pier.." The news reporter spoke but everything was just white noise to them.
A giant wave appeared in the background. The people who were at the border of the pier started running to the mainland and giving advice to others in their way.
The wave finally hit the pier and in a matter of seconds, all the people disappeared into the salty water.
All of the officers' stomachs dropped to the floor, their mouths dry with no words.
It looked unreal, like a movie.
Steve immediately looked for Buck's number on his phone and frenetically tried to call him. Meanwhile, Danny started calling Mary, Steve's sister who lived in LA, and Adam tried to contact Kono, his ex-wife.
Junior, Quinn, Lou, and Tani just stood there worried, watching as the men tried to contact their loved ones.
Danny and Adam finished their calls, and a tense ambient settled among them as Steve was still trying to contact Buck.
After trying one last time, he hit the table with his fist before he placed both of his hands on the computer table and looked at the floor.
The Five-0 members shared a look before Danny asked, "Steve?"
"I can't contact him." He sighed.
The men and women in the place shared another look; everyone thought he was trying to contact Mary.
Only Danny understood who he was referring to.
"What can I do to help?" He asked, hating to see Steve in that state.
"Find a way to contact Maddie or Athena?" Steve replied unsurely.
"Okay, then," Danny replied and started typing on the table's screen.
He looked for Maddie Buckley in the interstate files and found out she worked at the 9-1-1 Emergency Call Center in LA, next to some other information like her contact number.
Danny passed her phone number to Steve, who entered his office to call her.
"Danny?" Tani was the first to say a word. "Can you tell us what's going on? Who is this guy?"
"Well..." Danny started.
Then he proceeded to tell them all he knew about Buck, which was that Steve met him years ago after the kid enrolled for the Navy SEALs and convinced him of dropping off because Buck hated to 'turn that emotional switch off', and how both stayed in contact throughout the years.
Everyone understood the situation. They even tried to joke at how easily Steve 'adopted' people, just to lighten the heavy, tense climate in the room.
Eventually, Steve got Buck's number from Maddie and found out about how he had survived the natural disaster, and his almost endless search for Christopher.
It was almost a month since the last event, and Steve had barely spoken with the fireman. He had a good excuse though. It seemed like May was the unspoken month for all kinds of murderers, robbers, kidnappers, terrorists, and even the Yakuza to come out of their caves and try to finish them.
It was one case after the other, sometimes they even accumulated, so Steve had to separate the group in halves, this way they could cover two cases at a time.
That was when the feeling started.
At first, he thought it was just stress from all the cases, but after May ended and the pile of unsolved cases started reaching an end, the feeling was still there. He tried to take some days off without connecting with the world, but it just got worse.
Finally, he spoke to Danny about this, and both reviewed Steve's life for the last months, to see if something was missing. Suddenly, Danny had an idea.
"Have you talked to Buck lately?"
And the pieces almost clicked in his mind.
"No. I think... You just discovered it Danno!" Steve said as he patted his grinning partner on the back.
Then he looked for Buck's contact and called. And... He didn't answer.
Steve decided to shrug it off and convince himself that Buck was in a long shift. So instead he texted him.
"Hey, Buck! I'm sorry I haven't talked to you, May was a crazy month
"I think something is wrong, Danny," Steve said to the detective after the man asked him about his recent anxious attitude.
"With what?"
"Buck," Steve replied, shifting on the couch.
"You still have the feeling, don't you?" Danny inquired, looking at Steve by his side.
The man sighed, rubbing his face with one hand.
"Yeah, I do. But I don't know what to do with it. It's driving me crazy, Danno."
Danny moved from the comfortable space he had on Steve's side to get the remote. He stopped the movie and shifted his body so he could face his best friend.
"Thanks, my arm was already falling asleep," Steve joked.
Danny rolled his eyes and his partner chuckled.
"Okay, serious talk now. I think I know why you have the feeling."
"Illuminate me, Doctor."
"Sometimes when Grace or Charlie is in danger, or not feeling well, I get that feeling too."
Steve leaned his head as his brows frowned, expecting an explanation.
"Like I know something is wrong and I need to talk to them, to know that they are safe and sound. And I know that you feel it with my children too."
Danny paused a moment to let his words make sense before speaking again, "It's like a fatherly feeling. You, my friend, care about Buck as you do about my children."
It made some sense in Steve's mind, but he still questioned it.
"So you are telling me that I care for Evan Buckley like he was my son?"
"Exactly. And let me guide you in this new parenting thing." Danny added. "Most of the time you are right and something happened. The last time I had his feeling, Charlie was being bullied in school by that Zach or whatever his name was."
Some seconds passed while Steve processed the information.
He had made a promise to Buck, and he always kept them.
"When is the next flight to Los Angeles?"
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Do you have any short soft and sweet y/n and Auston content you have on mind and that it’s just like a little blurb? I’m just really craving something soft, short and sweet between them!😫
A/N: The way I wrote the first thing that came to my mind for this. Hope you like it 🤗
"It's not going to work."
"It is going to work, now stop being so pessimistic."
You let out a dramatic huff at Steph's arguing but couldn't say much else because you knew she was right. Sure, this was a last-minute decision, but deep down, you knew there was no way it could backfire.
"What if he's just, I don't know," you paused as you shifted in the backseat of your Uber. "What if he doesn't want me to be here?"
"Babe," Steph replied with a sigh, and you could picture her shaking her head at the way you were acting. "He hasn't seen you in almost two weeks. I can assure you he's not going to be mad that you flew to New York to surprise him."
She had a point, and you knew it. There was no reason for you to be nervous about if your fiancé wanted to see you or not.
You almost didn't go, to be completely honest. Being 31 weeks pregnant, travelling just was not an appealing thing to you whatsoever, and you hadn't flown anywhere since you and Auston returned to Toronto from Scottsdale about three months prior. However, you felt like you were in a rut.
Your maternity leave from work had recently started, and you felt so blah about it all. It didn't help that Auston was away, and yes, Steph helped a lot so you wouldn't get lonely. But, to put it simply, you just missed your fiancé, which is why the idea of going to New York came to be. It was only going to be for two nights, but there was a part of you that really wanted to do it. You knew you wanted it to be a surprise, though, so after letting Auston's family, your family, as well as the guys on the team, convince you that it was a good idea, you got in contact with your midwife and doctor, then booked your plane ticket.
"I guess you're right," you finally mumbled in response.
"I know I am. How far away are you from the hotel are you now?"
"About five minutes, I think."
"Ok, well," she replied. "I'm going to go then and text Mitch. They should be getting back to the hotel any minute now. You better keep me posted on how this goes, though."
"You know I will," you chuckled. "Thank you again for helping with all of this. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye!"
Once you hung up the phone, you looked out the window at the scenery around you.
New York was incredible on a regular day, but during Christmastime, it was unreal. You had been to NYC during December before. Still, instead of being there at the beginning of the month like you were at that moment, then you attended the ball drop ceremony with your sister, Mya, on New Year's Eve during your first year of university.
That seemed like forever ago, but looking at all the lights and decorations as you drove by reminding you of the magical aura that the city seemed always to have and helped you feel even more excited to see Auston.
After a few moments, you knew you were very close to the hotel. You texted Mitch to see where they were. Having a cousin that played on the same team as your fiancé had its perks, and this was one of them. Because of him, you were able to pull this kind of thing off, and of course, the other guys wanted nothing more than to help you surprise their teammate as well.
When Mitchy didn't answer, you opted to text Mo, and just as your Uber pulled up to the hotel, he responded, saying that they were in the lobby. Suddenly, you were nervous again.
However, with a deep breath, you grabbed your small suitcase, thanked your driver then exited the vehicle before making your way up the stairs and into the building.
As soon as you walked through the revolving doors, you easily spotted the guys.
They were all standing to the left of the lobby a bit, talking as they waited by the elevators, and it didn't take you long to spot Auston. He had his back to you and wasn't taking much part in the conversation as he typed away on his phone.
Ironically, your phone then buzzed with a text from him asking if you were ok to FaceTime in a few minutes. It was a tradition the two of you had, usually in the evening after dinner during away stretches. As Auston is getting ready to wind down for the night, he'll always call you, and the two of you will talk until one of you is too tired to continue. The fact that he was so oblivious to you being right behind him made you smile as you texted him back, telling him to call whenever.
Some of the guys noticed you, and it was apparent they were struggling to keep a straight face as you smiled at them. Then Mitch spotted you, and he lit right up but tried to play it cool so he wouldn't blow it as John subtly waved you over so you could surprise your fiancé.
"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you guys," you started, grinning widely as you saw Auston completely halt his movements. "I was just wondering if one of you could point me towards the check-in desk?"
At that, Auston whipped right around. He recognized your voice, but the absolute disbelief shown on his face proved that he wasn't 100% sure and needed to confirm.
"Oh, my god," he breathed out before closing the space between the two of you as fast as he could and engulfing you in a tight hug. "W-what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you!" You explained as you squeezed him, but cursed yourself as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones. "I missed you."
"Holy fuck, and I missed you," he replied before pulling away to look at you. Almost immediately, he was gently cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. "Oh, babe, please don't cry."
"I'm just really happy, Aus. And these hormones are not going easy on me."
"I know, baby. I, wow, I can't believe that you're here. How was the flight? Are you feeling alright?"
"Give her a chance to breathe, Matts," Freddie spoke up, making everyone chuckle.
"Yes, I'm ok," you told Auston as you let him pull you back towards his chest again, watching as he scowled at his teammate.
"Leave me alone," he huffed before leaning down to place a soft but quick peck on your lips. Once he pulled away, he moved to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around to your front, making sure to rest his hand on your stomach as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. "I missed my girls."
"And we missed you, babe."
You then glanced over your shoulder at him and gave him another kiss.
"So sappy, always," Mitchy spoke up before walking over to hug you as well, initiating the same reaction from the other guys too. "How are you feeling, though? You good?"
"Yes, Mitchy, I promise I'm fine," you told your cousin as you hugged him back, then moved to hug Freddie, then Mo. "The flight wasn't that bad. Hopefully, when I go back in two days, it'll be as smooth."
"Two days!?" Auston asked excitedly from behind you.
"Yeah," you stated as you turned back to face him again. "You're stuck with me for two nights. It looks like I'll have to come to your game tomorrow, I guess."
He just grinned widely and shook his head.
"Damn, because I absolutely hate the thought of that. Why would I want to spend two nights with my hot ass fianceé, hmm?"
He winked, then pulled you closer again, knowing it'd get a rise out of some of the guys, particularly Mitch.
"Ok, chill, please," your cousin scoffed. "My room is next door again. She's already pregnant, Matts. Give me a break."
"Sucks to suck," Auston replied, and you quickly hid your face against his chest to avoid any further embarrassment. But, it wasn't long before Auston was pinching your sides to get your attention again. "Ready to go upstairs?"
"Yes, please."
And so started your little surprise visit to see Auston on the road, and it was absolutely worth it.
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Kataang Pilot!AU
(This prompt was really fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, Anon!)
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Katara met him when they were in flight school. Well, ‘met’ might be too strong a word.
She was walking down the hall and contemplating fluid dynamics when she passed him—the boy with tattoos a shade of blue that put the sky to shame and with a smile so bright that she had to squint to behold it. His laugh was a vapor trail that made her giddy like nothing else had done before. He gesticulated so animatedly that he nearly cut off the heads of a dozen passers-by.
Katara tried, once, to talk to him. It was the only test in flight school that she failed. She was too quiet; the world was too loud. It didn’t exactly help that some boy named Haru had pulled the tattooed boy into a headlock that devolved into a wrestling match just as she got his attention.
He tried, twice, to talk to her. He was more than successful both times.
The first time, he spotted her from across the courtyard and damn near teleported to her.
His name was Aang. He wasn’t that tall.
He was the kindest soul she’d ever met.
When he left the school, he took most of her with him, and Katara had been searching for what he stole ever since.
...
Not too long after he left her puzzled, empty, and longing, Katara had to leave, as well. But it wasn’t for an advanced program like he flew off to.
Gran-Gran had a heart attack. It wasn’t pretty. Katara was the glue and the salve cooing her brother and her father to cope and recover. They helped her just as much, and she vowed to visit them more.
(Gran-Gran told her that she saw death, called him a bitch, and reminded him to tell her daughter-in-law that Kya had to wait another ten years for her company.)
...
Katara was only a little behind and only had to retake a few classes when she returned to flight school a year and a half later, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
Graduating was easy, but choosing an employer? That was hard. Katara was an ace—the top of her class. They even put her photo in the hall of notable students.
...She was reminded of Aang and what he stole from her every time she saw his portrait pinned next to hers.
...
It was a requirement to serve as a co-pilot for the first few years after schooling. It was like a continued education after medical school when an MD truly learned what it meant to be a practitioner, but turning from co-captain to captain felt like it was taking twice as long.
Sometimes, it took students twelve years to become a captain. Sometimes, it took them two years.
It took Aang eight months.
Katara was entering her ninth month when she was transferred to his airline.
He spotted her from across the terminal like he had been waiting and looking for her. He vanished and reappeared at her side, and if only he had a puff of smoke, she would have thought him a magician.
He shook her hand and talked at Mach speed. His smile alone nearly blew her away, but his hand holding hers kept her on her feet.
“—it was you! They all said you dropped out, but I knew you wouldn’t! And then I saw your plaque when I visited on a favor-call from Roku, and I couldn’t believe—!”
He paused. Katara’s world stood still. Her world also looked kindof splotchy and dotted with black.
That was weird…
Oh wait.
Breathing.
Breathing was a thing she had to do.
Unfortunately, Katara was too late in her revelation. Her heart broke when his eyes softened like that and his concern boiled over into panic. She was thinking about how nice it sounded when he said her name even as she fell back and fainted.
He caught her, of course.
Luckily, Mai and Lu Ten were willing to exchange their schedules to save either Katara or Aang from being fired.
(He had refused to leave her. It was incredibly foolish. Top in the industry or not, their superiors would only take so much from even him.)
It wasn’t exactly a first date, but he bought her food from the cafeteria and bought her one of those super-fuzzy travel blankets to keep her warm. They talked over pizza that was so greasy that they had to dab it with napkins, and they laughed over coffee that was far too bitter to be called ‘edible’.
They shared secrets over hot cocoa and talked like they knew each other forever.
Aang thought he was being sly when he loaded his straw with a paper wad and blew it at her.
He smiled like a kid on Christmas.
Katara felt like she was one, too.
The g-forces she experienced when he smiled—at her—made her so lightheaded that she whispered a thankful prayer to whoever was pulling her life’s strings that she was seated when she first witnessed the miracle so close and in its entirety.
They fell asleep back-to-back (though it was more like side-to-side) in the terminal—just another ‘couple’ bending under the stress of a connecting flight.
...
“You seem eager to be out of here.” Katara settled into her co-pilot’s chair as her captain fussed over the little details that Katara’s classmates had made fun of her for caring about.
“Ba Sing Se has never been...Well, let’s just say that it’s not like how I was raised.”
“But the South is?”
“Of course! Middle of nowhere, lots of high places, room to run and frolic as I please—”
Katara couldn’t hide her laugh. “Frolic?”
“Have you never frolicked?”
“When I was a girl, maybe.”
“You should try it sometime. It’s not like it gets any less fun with age.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“...Maybe.” Aang scratched his face, didn’t meet her eyes, and flushed a color even brighter than the emergency exit sign. “Or it could...be a date?”
“To go frolicking?”
“Of course.”
It was quiet until it wasn’t. A giggle slipped past Katara’s defenses. She hugged her middle and laughed so hard that she cried, and she nearly laughed herself into a coma when Aang bent over, too. His laugh sounded like how good memories felt, and Katara never wanted to hear more of something in her entire life.
She couldn’t feel her seat beneath her—just the feeling of her hand on his arm and the soft bumping of his head against hers.
Katara was falling, and she was falling hard.
But, for some reason, she wasn’t scared of hitting the ground.
If she didn’t know any better, she might have thought that she was flying.
...
Sokka, having heard the hint of interest in Katara’s voice when she recounted her tale with her dreamy tattooed captain, made immediate plans and cashed-in on more than a few favors to get himself onto her new schedule. He didn't trust Aang, not at first. No one could be that happy.
“—and gentlemen, in the event that you have not been in an automobile since 1942, we’re gonna show you how to fasten a seatbelt, so watch closely—”
Sokka, while a phenomenal flight attendant, was walking a razor’s edge onto Katara’s last nerve.
But Aang and her brother got along famously.
Katara should have expected nothing less.
This was Aang she was talking about.
Her boyfriend could befriend the devil himself.
The thought made Katara’s world get fuzzy and black-splotchy again. Luckily, Aang was laughing too hard with Sokka to notice her holding tight to the wall.
Breathing.
Breathing was a thing she had to do.
Aang’s vapor-trail-laugh gave her the cardinal directions and guided her towards which way was up. His arm curled around her waist like the seatbelts that had kept them anchored when they hit turbulence two months ago and dropped 400 feet.
Katara didn’t notice when next she blushed so hard that her vision went black-splotchy again.
But Aang, without pausing his conversation, was already tugging her closer so she all but pressed right against his heart.
His laugh died out. His chest slowly expanded.
Breathing.
Katara smiled.
Breathing was a thing she still had to do.
...
When Katara finally got her wings, Aang couldn’t have been more proud.
Sokka puffed his chest. “This is Katara, my flying sister.”
“Sokka, please…”
“Yeah, Sokka.” Aang was a grinning shadow touching her shoulder and a reminder to smile brushing her side. “Katara isn’t your ‘flying sister’.”
“Thank you, Aang—”
Aang hugged her from behind and held her so tightly that he curled over and started to eclipse her. “Katara is my flying girlfriend~”
Aang rubbed his cheek to hers. Katara grumbled and fought fate to keep angry as long as she could. “You both are insufferable.” She kissed Aang’s cheek like she was swatting a mosquito, but it only made him giggle and hold her tighter.
Sokka pretended to gag and uttered ‘Oogies’ like a mantra.
Katara blushed, lost her slippery grip on the smile fighting to make itself seen, and looked at her father just as the shutter on Hakoda’s camera went off.
...Aang carried the photo on his person like it was a medical device so vital that he would die if he was ever without it.
“Do you have to keep it there?” Katara pulled one switch and then two, and she side-eyed her smirking First Officer.
Aang ignored her and adjusted the photo pinned to the gauges in front of him. His smile got a little bigger, his eyes a little softer. He looked down at the clouds below them and then up at the heavens beyond. “...The stars sure are beautiful, tonight.”
His hand found hers—they were at an altitude that required little more than autopilot, but it was still breaking regulation.
Katara gently squeezed his fingers. “Yeah. They are.”
...
All of their nights melted into a routine that felt like the same night played over and over.
Katara wouldn’t have had it any other way.
She didn’t mind when Aang put up a fuss just because he could and because he liked to get her flustered. She didn’t even mind when he cocooned himself in the blankets and pouted in a silent demand for five more minutes.
He was only playing. He could be plenty serious if he wanted.
Like the time he crabbed the plane onto an icy runway in an emergency landing. Or like the time he dove into the belly of the plane to give CPR to an elderly passenger.
His seriousness could only go so far, though. He truly was a child at heart. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Something forever young could never grow brittle and die.
Like the way he blushed every time she reached for his hand. Or like the little hitch to his voice that took over his words whenever she hugged him.
He could hardly speak when he asked her to marry him.
Katara wasn’t that much better off, but neither of them had needed words for the longest time. They sat side-by-side in the nose of the plane and ‘spoke’ in the silence for hours on end.
Kisses were quiet, anyways.
Well, not entirely.
Aang laughed, absolutely giddy, every time, no matter how much or how often they did.
Katara’s laugh drifted in his vapor trail as a gentle hum that made his smile impossibly bigger.
Then, and only then, did it feel like she had finally gotten back what he had stolen—all those years ago—from her.
...
His voice was a song, and his love bled into every worded lyric. They were the warm purrs of an engine that would never fail, and they made Katara’s stomach fall and bounce heaven-ward like her wheels had just left the ground.
When she danced with him, every step felt like lift-off. Every turn gave her g-forces that had her sinking into him to keep from being blown away.
The wedding was over, their guests were gone, but every star and galaxy crowded the sky to witness their love for each other.
This was her captain and co-pilot—her husband and best friend for life.
His name was Aang. He was very tall and quite proud of it, though he made himself eye-level with every person he met.
He was a simple monk and a dirty thief.
But Katara finally had back what was hers.
What was hers was named Aang.
He was the kindest soul she’d ever met.
He kept her grounded even though her feet never touched the earth when she was with him.
He was the part of her that she loved most.
His kisses were g-forces.
His ‘I love you’s were free-falling.
His hugs were the wings that handed her the sky.
His smiles were the spirit that held her aloft.
His name was Aang.
He was hers.
He was the kindest soul she’d ever met.
And Katara would remind him of how much she loved him even long after they were both tied to the earth.
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If you spotted that reference to Tao philosophy, I give you a cookie🍪☺️
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magioftheseas · 3 years
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I don’t actually have a specific bingo square in mind, but what I’ve always wanted to see in komahina (or, like, any komaeda ship) would be komaeda dealing with trauma involving planes. It’s just an easy to exploit thing that I feel is underutilized. I guess an easy one would be Survivors Guilt?
Alright another one for the @badthingshappenbingo and cross-posted to Ao3 here.
It’s as short as the last one but I like to think it’s much sweeter.
Warnings: trauma and mental instability. Self-explanatory.
“...mae...da...! Komaeda!”
“Mm...?”
It was still dark out save for the bedside lamp they had, which was now illuminating Hinata’s stricken face.
“Hinata...kun?” Heavy with sleep and confusion, Komaeda squirmed and struggled to push himself up. With a yawn, he gently touched the other’s shoulder. “What’s wrong? Aha, don’t tell me I kicked you.” He smiles easily, head lolling to the side in a tilt. “I’m sorry. You’re a kind person, so you’ll forgive me, right?”
“Komaeda.” Hinata’s expression remained grim, his tone urgent. Komaeda’s smile widens, yet he still flinched when Hinata grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. “You were having a nightmare.”
“So I did wake you?” He can’t help but laugh softly even as bile threatened to rise up his throat. “That’s really embarrassing.”
“You started crying.”
And to Komaeda’s dawning horror, Hinata’s fingers brushed against his cheek and came back damp.
“You were crying for your parents,” he clarified solemnly. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The words came before he even needed to think. Even someone as useless and wretched as him could get this right. “Oh, no, Hinata-kun. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bother you about something so insignificant as...”
Hinata covers his mouth. He cuts himself off immediately in response. Hinata grumbles at him, no surprise there, especially when he pulled his hand away as if burned.
He’s disgusted. From someone like mine, he’s definitely—
“Stop.” Hinata’s firm reprimand does get him to pause. Grimacing, Hinata added, “I know what you’re thinking. It’s not like that. It’s... It’s just urgh.” He trails off into an inelegant sputter. “Urgh.”
“Urgh,” Komaeda repeated with slight amusement. He watched with growing amusement as Hinata’s cheeks burned red and Hinata himself got so much more flustered, burying his face in his hands as he let out a beleaguered groan. Komaeda chuckled at this. “You don’t like it when I talk badly about myself, but you still react like this around me. You’re so funny, Hinata-kun.”
One might call it hypocritical, but... In reality, it’s because Hinata-kun’s so kind.
Hinata even flinches. How he wanted to soothe those worry lines on the other’s face.
He remembers how fearful his parents had been, too—
“Ah.” Komaeda swallowed, hearing his heart thump erratically in his ears. Had it been like this since he woke up? How troublesome. “I, um. I’m kind of thirsty. I think... I’m gonna go get a glass of water.”
“Yeah?” Hinata does turn to look at him, and he has a serious look of concentration. Honestly, under normal circumstances, Komaeda would’ve fawned over him but right now—he just wanted to get away.
He’s fortunate enough not to trip. Though, his stomach sinks when he hears Hinata rustling and padding after him.
“Me, too,” Hinata offered pretty lamely. “I’m thirsty, too.”
He pats Komaeda’s shoulder as he passes by, taking the initiative and fetching two glasses. Notably, he gets ice for one and forgoes it for the other. Knowing that Komaeda always preferred his drinks ice cold while Hinata preferred it a little lukewarm. Done without a word, because catering to him had just become routine to Hinata at this point.
I don’t...
“You’re white as a sheet,” Hinata said, setting the iced glass in front of him and feeling his forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What even is there to talk about...” The words slip before he can think. Komaeda just twists away, stricken. “I’ve become enough of a burden already.”
“You were dreaming about your parents,” Hinata said, making him stiffen. Hinata sipped at his own water coolly. “When I asked you out, I did consider the fact that you’ve been through a lot. It wasn’t a burden so much as a responsibility I took... Hell, I wanted you to rely on me long before that, too.” He takes another sip, and his cheeks are tinted red again. “When you asked to be friends, I wanted...that.”
Hahaha. He’s so cute. So cute it hurts.
“It’s silly,” Komaeda murmured, tracing the rim of the glass. The chill comforts him, because it had been so warm in the wreckage. Too warm. Actually, it had been so hot he thought he was scorching. When he was discovered, he almost died of dehydration...how funny was that? “I accepted my parents’ death years ago. To still have nightmares about it is... Ridiculous.”
I even have nightmares about my dog. Pathetic. And...
He dare not even think about what happened in despair.
“I shouldn’t have survived,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have survived that. I shouldn’t have survived the riots. I shouldn’t have survived the simulation. But I did. Because I have Ultimate Luck.”
“I shouldn’t have survived the Kamukura Project,” Hinata pointed out bluntly. “But I did. And you did. We both did, even when others didn’t. We’re alive and that’s...”
“A burden,” Komaeda said.
“Not a bad thing,” Hinata corrected, albeit awkwardly. “I’m...glad you’re still here.”
Haha. Hahahaha. Ahhh.
“I’m glad that you’re here, Hinata-kun.” How utterly ridiculous. Why was he now—? “D...Did you know? While in despair I... I would... I would sometimes watch videos. Videos upon videos of...aircraft vehicles...”
“Oh.” Hinata sighed, setting his cup aside. “Oh, Nagito.”
“Sometimes there’d be survivors,” he whispered, snuffling as he rubbed at his eyes. God, they stung. “But survivors usually got mauled soon after. At least Naegi-san’s sister...” He laughed weakly and pitifully before his breath caught. “I... I asked for those videos to be made... Those videos were...gifts...”
Hinata embraced him tightly and fiercely, squeezing him as he fell apart.
“I was so lonely. So, so, lonely. I never got to see Mama and Papa very often. I saw so many ads for island resorts. I thought, for my birthday, wouldn’t it be nice if we all...?” He wheezed, choking on a sob. “It was nice... It was such a beautiful, beautiful place that when it came time, I didn’t want to leave...”
“It’s okay,” Hinata murmured into his ear, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to carry this alone, Nagito.”
Hinata holds him, doesn’t even complain when his shoulder gets soaked through. Just keeps petting him and whispering gentle reassurances. What a wonderful idiot he is.
Komaeda hiccups when trying to laugh.
“I... If you die, too...”
“It’ll be hard,” is Hinata’s response, and it’s sardonic as it is kind. “One of Kamukura’s talents is Ultimate Survivor.”
Survivor...
Sniffling, Komaeda does peer over Hinata’s shoulder. Their shadows stretch out, entangled into one entity.
“Survive with me, then,” he found himself saying, gripping Hinata’s back. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Hinata Hajime didn’t hesitate for a second.
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morizoras-cave · 4 years
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Bullies (Request)
Tom Holland x teen!co-star!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Request Description: Tom holland x teen!reader,reader is having a rough time in school but doesn't want anyone to know,until one day they were looking at their social media while sitting next to tom,in one of the post someone was mocking or bullying the reader,and to that they cried,tom was quick to comfort them and ask what's wrong and the reader told him,and he's like i am gunna talk to the school and tell them what they are doing. Hope is okay❤❤❤❤❤
Warnings: bullying, general sadness, MEAN comments, language probably
(A/N): man, i only do requests these days (lol ive had my blog for like a week) maybe ill do one of my own tonight or tomorrow along with a request :) ALTHOUGH, i really like doing your guys’ requests you have amazing ideas that i honestly would never come up with by myself :DDD <3
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When you decided to do a movie, there were a lot of things that you didn’t sign up for, that came along with it. Some good, some bad. Like meeting all your favorite celebrities, the overwhelming fanbase that grew around you, the countless haters, and the 24/7 plane rides across countries.
You were now on one of said planes, your co-star and brother from another mother, Tom Holland sitting beside you. You had been intimidated to meet him at first, but he had been nothing but nice to you, and you always appreciated his presence.
He’d helped you a lot with fame and how to handle it, because in truth all you really wanted was to act. You could’ve never imagined what would come from it though, and you were eternally grateful to Tom.
However, you were hiding something. It was embarrassing and childish and it could never compare to Tom and his fame-problems. You were being bullied. And how could you let them bring you down when you had so many fans? It bothered you so much, and you couldn’t understand why, and the inability to understand only enhanced your misery. 
It was at school, at least that’s where it was first. Some girls had started saying that you “thought you were too good for your school,” and that, “you were just a snobby celebrity now,”. 
Then, when the trailer was released it’d had gotten worse and they’d pranked you and followed you around and even beat you up once. You couldn’t stand it. Now the press tour had started, and they’d settled for online harassment. 
You’d tried to tell them to stop, but they just wouldn’t. You felt horrible inside, and had tried to avoid using your phone. But it was everywhere, everywhere that you needed to see, every website that you used. And at some point it had become an addiction.
You sought it out, even when you knew that it would hurt you. You just needed to see. You had to. And they’d started a page on instagram dedicated to it, so it was easy to find. 
It was called Y/n-L/N-is-gross, and it consisted of pictures they’d taken of you in school, and then they captioned it making fun of your appearance, performance, personality, anything they could. 
And it hurt. It hurt no less than the first time you read it. You didn’t want to go back to school again. You cried so much at night, and the broken and unhappy you had slowly crept into the daytime.
You were on your phone, biting your nail nervously, as you clicked on to their account. The many unpleasant and unflattering photos of you popped up, and there was the new post. You inhaled, looking to your side. Tom was also on his phone, not looking at you, so you cautiously clicked it.
You frowned. 
‘y/n is fucking disgusting. she has no talent and all her photos are edited to shit. look at her. she is ugly. shes also just selfish and manipulative, an absolute whore’
Your breath hitched and unexpectedly you felt tears in your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but the tear simply fell. It hurt so much. They were right. Of course they were. I mean, look at you. You’re a disgusting whale, you’re untalented, you’re nothing, you’re-
“Y/n?” 
You flinched, instinctively turning your phone off, and aggressively wiping your eyes. Tom was looking at you, his expression both confused and serious. 
“Mhmm?”
“Were you crying just now?” he asked, and he seemed out of place. So did you. You didn’t like the situation, Tom didn’t seem to understand it.
“Uh,” was all you said, and that seemed to be enough of an answer for Tom.
“What-what, why were you crying just now? Are you okay? Did something happen?” he asked and immediately got closer to you to put his hand on your shoulder. 
“Nothing happened, okay? I’m fine.” 
“Y/n, I know you’re not.” 
You hesitated. 
“It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It is!” 
Tom paused. He could see tears forming in your eyes again. You’d always been a very private person, but Tom couldn’t stand to see you unhappy like this.
“Is someone writing something mean about you?” Tom asked quietly, close enough so you could hear it. At his words, you broke eye contact and let another tear fall.
“Y/n.. You can’t let these things get to you,” Tom mumbled, and you immediately pulled away from him in embarrassment. It was stupid. 
“I told you it was stupid,” you sniffled, looking out the plane window. Tom’s mind was racing, trying to think of the best way to console you.
“It’s not stupid, it’s just hard to get used to the hate comments. I know that, I’ve been there!”
“It’s not-..” you sighed, making the final decision to just tell him, “It’s not about hate comments. There are these two girls at my school. They just really like to bully me for some reason. They’ve made a page about me,” you cheeks were burning. Finally, Tom understood. He now felt an anger arising within him. 
“What have they been doing?” he asked, and the switch in his attitude was clear. He was trying to sound sympathetic, when in reality he was pissed. You saw it too, his jaw clenched and fists gripping the arm rests.
“Don’t worry about it, Tom. I can deal with it,” you words made him. It took every ounce of self control within him to not yell out in frustration.
“Clearly not, Y/n. Clearly you can’t. It hurts me when you’re sad, it’s not just something I can ignore. You’re my little sister, N/n. Just tell me what they’ve been doing.. Please,” his hiss turned into a plead, one hand gripping the side of your face, the other on your upper arm. 
“They’ve just been calling me names and.. I don’t know some stupid pranks and mean words online. And then once..” you trailed off, and Tom searched your eyes intently. You had to tell him, you knew. “They.. I guess they.. Hit me once.” 
“They- They hit you?” Tom was outraged, pulling away from you, to see you better. 
“I mean- yeah, they.. They both hit me.. A lot.” 
Tom was seething. You felt lighter though, as the words escaped you, like a burden was lifted from your shoulders. Tom gripped your hand with both his, squeezing it. 
“God, Y/n. I don’t know what to say. This isn’t stupid. This is serious! You can’t hide these things, they’ll hurt you. Promise me you won’t hide it again,” you watched him hold your hand into his chest, as he spoke. You knew he was right. And I guess it was serious. It made you feel better than Tom didn’t brush off your problems like you had thought he would. 
“I promise,” you nodded. Tom brought you into a hug. You could hear his heart beating out of his chest. 
“Alright, now if you give me their names, I’m gonna call the school and get them expelled. You won’t be seeing them again. And if they try to bother you online, we’ll send the fans after them” he spoke into your hair. You giggled at the thought. 
You gave Tom their names, and sure enough they were expelled. They did try to bother you online, but this time you told Tom, and just one instagram story was enough to send thousands of angry fans over there. The account was taken down after just a couple of hours. Tom kept an eye on you since then, but after that you told him when you were sad. Because you knew nothing good came out of hiding it. Tom truly was like your protective brother, and he would never stop that. You guys had something truly special. 
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ivorylei · 3 years
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When In Need
Bucky and the Winter Soldier
"The imposter pretty much refuses to leave Sarah's side. Other than that, he is calm and shows no sign of harming her or anyone else for that matter." Shuri stated as she led them towards the palace.
"Unless," Bucky said, curious as to what she wasn't telling them.
"Unless you remove Sarah from the equation. As I said, he refuses to leave her side. And trying to separate them only pisses him off."
"Shuri, It feels as though you are leaving out a big part." Sam said
"Imposter isn't an imposter. We disable his cloaking tech, but the only thing he was using it for was his arm."
"Let me get this straight. Poser is a look-alike for Bucky. Is that what you are saying?"
"No." Shuri stopped and turned to look both men in the face. "I am saying this man is Bucky. More or less, the winter soldier."
"No, I am the winter soldier. I was the winter soldier."
"No. All evidence proves that the poser is you, at least a version of you. We have done tests. We took a blood sample and compared it-"
"Wait a minute. Let's say this dude is the winter soldier. How the hell did you manage to convince him to do a blood test." Sam asked.
"We didn't. Sarah did. We asked who he was, and he kept saying the winter soldier. Sarah asked if we had any sample of Bucky blood left from when he was here. She talked him into it. He does just about anything she says. "
Bucky and Sam hadn’t realized that they had made it as they were so absorbed in the conversation. They open the door to Sarah and the poser watching something on a hologram. For someone who considers themselves to be one of the most dangerous beings on the planet, seemed pretty domesticated, and that is not something you would say about the winter soldier. The poser and Sarah both looked up to see who had entered, neither though made an effort to move from their seat.
"Sarah. Are you okay?" Sam asked. Bucky grabbed him and made sure he didn't make any movement towards Sarah. If this guy was telling the truth, the last thing anyone needed was to piss him off.
"Yeah. I'm alright. He's not going to hurt me." Sarah states nonchalantly. She knows she should be scared, but she can't. She knows deep down that the man sitting right beside her would never hurt her.
"We don't know that. All we know is that man is dangerous and can, if he needs to, hurt you."
The man had the audacity to grunt like the mere suggestion of hurting Sarah was offensive. Bucky had noticed that his alpha was pretty quiet, considering Sarah was sitting very close to this man. Maybe he really was a version of Bucky. Shuri started to scan Bucky with some device.
"Scans showed some sort of signature on the both."
"The explosion. Sam and I got separated on a mission three and half months ago. I was further in the blast, and Sam was further back. We were expecting a smaller explosion. Once we were back at base, Sam, you said you were thrown so hard you saw two of me." Bucky explained
"So this explosion. It might have separated the two of you." Shuri wasn't exactly sure.
"It doesn't make sense. If Bucky and the winter soldier were separated from each other, that means they coexist beforehand." Sam stated
"Yes. What doesn't make sense?" Shuri wasn't following, and neither was Bucky.
"It doesn't make sense because I thought you got rid of the winter soldier programming." Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I thought I did too."
"If you did, he wouldn't be here, Shuri."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know,"
"What if she did?" Sarah spoke up.
"What." Bucky, Shuri, and Sam said in unison.
"You said programming. So what if you did get rid of the programming. What if the winter soldier isn’t the program but an alternative Bucky. What if the winter soldier existed before becoming the winter soldier? Everyone thinks the winter soldier is the program, but the program was controlling the winter soldier. And Bucky, You say they used to erase your memory. What if it wasn’t so much of your memories they were erasing but another version of you."
"It would explain A lot." Shuri said before doing something with her beads.
"Like right now, the winter soldier is left-handed and Bucky's right hand. There are so many details that show they are different."
"How did you come up with this?" Sam questioned his baby sister.
"Stop thinking of the winter soldier as a program. And start thinking that he is a human," Sarah stated.
"Grandma had a lover who died in World War 2. He sent letters, and she had notes from him. I read parts of her journal. The man had an abusive father, and this created an altered version of the man. The letters he wrote had two different handwriting. At first, I thought that he was two people until I read her journal. She believed that the altar had been there since the host was eight. The altar was more proper, sophisticated, and much more like the person the host's dad wanted them to be. While the host was the complete opposite. He had manners, but he acted out occasionally. Constantly got in to fight to protect his best friend." Sarah said, closing her eyes.
"Didn't you read those for an art project?"
"Like years ago. Used it to create a dramatic love story."
"Alright. Well that might explain why the winter soldier-"
"I don't like the name the winter soldier. It is not me. You used to call me James." James spoke up for the first time. He had this sad look on his face.
"Alright. We'll call you, James." Sarah said, trying to comfort the man.
"Wait. She used to. You mean Sarah used to call you James." Sam questioned. Bucky had the feeling that he was being left out.
Next thing you know, Sam pulls out his phone and immediately starts to dial someone.
"What." Lette's voice rang out from the phone.
"What did Sarah's mysterious boyfriend look like?"
"A long-haired brunette with these ice blue eyes. The man looked American, but he could have been from Russia. I mean, he spoke Russian. Is that all-cause I am kinda busy." Lette said
"Yeah, Love ya." Sam replied as his eyes traveled between Bucky and Sarah.
"You slept with the winter soldier." Sam basically screamed at Sarah. "What in your right mind told you to sleep with that dangerous man? You could tell he is dangerous by his vibe, Sarah. Why would you sleep with him?"
Sarah bit her lip and huffed. "Need I remind you that I lost a significant amount of memories due to an accident. I couldn't tell you what was going on in my mind because I don't remember. Hell if I did remember, it wouldn't have taken me so long to jump Bucky's bones" Sarah took a deep breath when she realized what she had said.
"You are sleeping with my sister." Sam said quietly.
Shuri decided to slide to the other end of the room.
"You slept with my sister." Sam yelled
"I am a grown-ass woman, Sam. I can sleep with whoever I want to."
"When did this start?" Sam said calmly.
"Eight months ago." Sarah said as she shrugged her shoulders.
Bucky was saved from whatever was coming next as the queen had entered the room. Aj and Cass were with her.
"Momma. They have a science museum. Can we go? It has a planetarium."
"I could send two of the Dora Milaje with them. I do believe there is a school visit today. So they might meet children their age." Queen Ramonda said.
"As long as you do as you're told and do not abandon each other."
"Yes!" The boys shouted as they ran off.
"Ms. Wilson, I would like to speak alone." Queen Ramonda stated.
Sarah stands up and walks over to Ramonda. She turns around to the men and points at them.
"Behave." That was all she said before following the queen out the door.
The Queen led her to another room and sat down, observing her. A servant offered water before leaving the room. Sarah looked around and saw that they were the only two left.
"My people tell me you got sick on the way here."
"Yes. I'm fine now. Just a bit of motion sickness."
"Yes, they told me that you had said something like that. It just left me wondering. Bucky told me you work on a ship so it is only a plane that you get sick. Or is it something else? Someone else told me you got lightheaded for a minute."
Sarah looked down at the ground. She knew what the Queen was asking, but it was a question she was refusing to ask herself.
"I know it is. I haven't tested. I kinda hoped that it was menopause. I am hoping it is menopause. What we have couldn't be called a relationship. It's-" Sarah paused, not knowing what she wanted to say.
"Causal Sex," Queen Ramonda finished.
"Yeah. I would love for it to be more. I'm not sure Bucky feels that way about me, and even if he does, what if he wasn't ready?"
Sarah didn't know what it was about Queen Ramonda to have her spilling her guts. Maybe it was the Motherly warmth that she carried with her. Something Sarah hadn't had since her mom passed 6 years ago. Queen Ramonda's laugh is what snapped Sarah out of her thoughts.
"It's funny that Bucky said the same thing. He was wary of how you feel about being in a relationship and if you actually felt the same. And if you are afraid that he won't want a child, then there is nothing to fear. That man loves children, and children love him. Now he might think he doesn't deserve to have a child, but I believe you'll convince him otherwise. Bucky wants to marry you. He wants to be with you. The poor boy is just horrible with his words." Queen Ramonda stated, with a wide smile.
"But what about the other one? James kinda throws a wrench in those plans."
"Does he? There is nothing wrong with having a polyamorous relationship."
"But I don't love James."
"You don't or are you telling yourself this because it feels like you just met him."
Damn, the queen was good at reading her.
"He might be a lover from a past I don't even remember. It's weird because I feel something different for him than what I feel for Bucky. It was like I knew he wasn't bucky before I was told. What I feel for him feels familiar, like we are already in sync. What I feel for Bucky is different though."
"You feel like you just fell in sync with him. It is so different but so nice at the same time."
"Why can you read me so well?"
"I find that as the Queen of Wakanda, I am the mother of all. Reading people, as you say, helps me help my children."
"Would you consider James to be your child?"
"Yes, the same way I considered Bucky to be mine. They are lost boys, who were at the mercy of others for so long. Who would I be not to guide them? I love Bucky as my own, and if James lets me, I'll love him too. I will not blame either for the actions of others."
"I have this trust in James that he would never hurt me. It's not just blind trust. It's like I know he would never hurt me."
"Then maybe all you have to do is take a leap of faith."
"What if Bucky doesn't agree to the relationship?"
"Please. That boy will do anything to please you. The same can already be said for James. The real question is do you want to find out if you are pregnant."
Sarah didn't say anything and Queen Ramonda took that as an answer. She stood up, grabbed Sarah's hand, and led her to a palace doctor.
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Passchendaele WW2 Extension - When the Angels Cry
T/W Descriptions of death and bodies, grief, funerals, child loss/loss, war trauma, etc.
September 30, 1945
Corbyn paid for Richard’s body to be brought back home. He was returned home to England on a cloudy autumn Sunday. Most of the fallen soldiers – especially those who were unrecognizable or unnamed – were simply buried in rows just off the battlefields but when the war was over, families could either allow their sons and brothers to be buried in a British cemetery overseas or brought home for an official funeral and burial. Corbyn wanted his boy home.
Richard’s body was brought back to England on a ship with dozens of other fallen men all in simply wooden caskets nailed shut after almost a year of the bodies being buried. The families were not permitted to open them – most likely to avoid seeing their son or brother or loved one’s decomposing. The loss was painful enough. Corbyn and Christine went to the harbour to meet the ship along with the other parents or relatives of the fallen.
The sky was grey. The crowd was donned in black.
As the ship anchored and the gangplank was set up for the crew to start to empty the coffins onto the tarmac, mother’s shed tears. Each wooden box looked the same and, in a way, Corbyn felt guilty he couldn’t tell which one was his son. He was always so good at picking Richie out of a crowd – especially since he was always a little smaller than his peers during elementary school. He held onto Christine’s gloved hand tightly and she kept her head bowed as the crew worked quietly. The weeping mothers around them didn’t make it any easier.
The officer of the ship had the list of the fallen in his hand that corresponded with plates on the coffins and stepped up on the end of the gangplank to address the crowd. He offered brief general sympathies but got right to work, calling out each soldier’s name alphabetically by last name. One of the first couples to be called to retrieve their son was in near hysterics and the mother threw herself on the coffin and sobbed until she nearly fainted. Corbyn looked away flatly.
“Lance Corporal Richard Z. Besson.”
Corbyn glanced at his wife who held her handkerchief over her mouth and he set a hand on her back, “Come on.”
They walked quietly across the dock to the rows of wooden coffins and a few of the crewmen offered their quiet condolences. Corbyn set a gentle hand on the edge of the box and swallowed back his tears but anyone could see them shimmering in his light eyes. Four crewmen helped to carry the body to the motorcar waiting in the parking lot behind one of the buildings and Corbyn and Christine walked silently behind it, the quietest of the couples that day.
They were finally able to welcome their son home…to meet him at the docks…but not in the way they had hoped.
It wasn’t until the crewmen offered well-wishes to the couple and blandly told them that their son died a hero and walked back off towards the ship that Christine broke into tears. With the wooden coffin resting in the back of their family car to head right to the church for the funeral, it felt much more real now. Corbyn held his wife for a moment, each of his breaths shuttering in his chest as he tried to breathe.
When they finally got themselves into the front seat, they took a moment to just stare out the windshield in the grey weather surrounding them. It was a lot to take in. It wasn’t raining yet – although the clouds seriously threatened it – but Corbyn’s silent tears that fell down his cheeks made up for it, streaking down his flushed skin and dripping onto the black fabric of his dress pants and suit jacket. He turned slowly over his shoulder to the backseat, the wooden box blurred slightly through his tears.
September 2, 1923
Corbyn glanced over his shoulder to the backseat, catching a glimpse of his son sitting there quietly and staring out the window at the rain. It had been a quiet few moments at the beginning of the car ride…usually five-year-old Richard was quite talkative to his father, going on about whatever little stories were playing in his head. He held a small toy plane in his hands, rolling it against his thigh lazily although his wide eyes followed each tree they passed.
“What are you thinking about, Richie?” Corbyn asked, looking back to the road.
“Why does it rain, Daddy?” Richard asked quietly, leaning closer to the window to look up to the grey sky.
Corbyn cracked a small smile at the sweet innocence of his son, “Because an angel’s crying.”
“Crying?” Richie gasped, looking to his father in concern. “Why?”
“Not sure, little man. That’s just what my Mama used to tell me when I was a boy. Why do you think they’re crying?”
Richie hummed quietly in thought and leaned his head against the window, bumping slightly against the glass as they navigated over the bumpy roads of their town. Corbyn glanced back at him again, watching as he traced a raindrop down the window with a small finger.
“Maybe they’re crying happy tears, Daddy.” Richie mumbled.
“Maybe so, Rich.” Corbyn agreed.
“Maybe God made a chocolate cake for them and they were so happy.”
“With ice cream?”
“Yes.” Richard smiled, resting back against the seat.
There was a pause in conversation and Corbyn drove on over the dirt road, the two Besson boys just listening to the rain pattering down on the roof and windows of the car. Richard looked so cute in his school uniform and he kicked his little lace up boots against the seat in front of him lazily. His chubby cheek that was still proof of his youth was squished up against the window and he puffed out a bit of air to steam up the glass and he ran his finger through it in a squiggle.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Will God make me a chocolate cake one day?”
Corbyn’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, and he replied with a gentle but serious, “Don’t say that, Richie.”
“Why?” Richie pouted. “I’m a good boy.”
“You’re a very good boy, Rich. But you do not have to worry about God’s baking skills for a long, long time, alright?”
“Alright.” Richard nodded with a sigh and raised his eyes back up to the grey clouds. His hand pressed flatly against the window and he tapped his fingers there gently, “They sure are cryin’ up there, Dad.”
He held up his toy plane and closed one eye so it could look like his plane was flying through the grey skies along with the car. Corbyn took a second to admire his son and his pure innocence that always made his heart warm. It was refreshing. He was born near the end of the Great War, Corbyn’s very own peace offering after months and years of hell, and there was no one gentler than Richard. No one who deserved a life of happiness more than Richard.
Corbyn didn’t know how he got to the church but soon he was staring up at the white paneled chapel with his once little boy laying in a box in the backseat. The funeral was to be a small event for just the Besson’s and the Seavey’s – including Corbyn’s brother and sister and a bit of their extended family.
They all wore black. The grey sky held off the rain.
The first while was a bit hazy as Corbyn and Christine got out of the car and greeted their family with hugs and kisses and handshakes and the priest joined the group in his robes with a bible in hand. He offered the usual condolences and invited the procession to follow him to the cemetery where the grave had been dug early that morning.
The plain wooden coffin was taken from the Besson’s car and carried slowly to the cemetery by Charlie, Daniel, Corbyn’s brother, Jordan, and Christine’s brother, James. Corbyn walked behind it with his wife and daughter followed by the rest of their family. When they reached the plot, the two gravediggers helped to lower the coffin into the six-foot-deep hole and the priest began the funeral.
Daniel found his spot beside Elizabeth and she tucked her arm in his and rested her head on his shoulder gently. Evelyn did the same with Charlie.
Corbyn didn’t process anything the priest said although he tried to pay attention the best he could. He stood between his wife and his daughter and stared at the sealed wooden box laying underground. Part of him yearned to open it. Part of him dreaded the thought of opening it.
The last time he saw his son was six-and-a-half years prior. The last time he looked at him Richie was barely twenty-one. He left as barely more than a boy and he was now laying underground as a man. Corbyn never got to see his son grow into a man. He didn’t even have a good photograph of him from his time in the air force. He felt like he was burying a stranger but it also felt like the sickening exaggerated reality that he was buying his infant son.
When the prayers coming to a conclusion, the immediate family was given the opportunity to throw in the first handfuls of soil. Christine went first with Corbyn’s protective hand on her back, tossing down a sprinkle of dark soil onto the top of the casket. Frances was next and she had tears streaking down her cheeks as she threw in her handful. Corbyn hesitated a moment, staring down at the two small piles of dirt sprinkled on top of the wooden box below ground and he turned behind him slightly and locked eyes with Charlie.
Corbyn nodded him over.
“Have your closure.” Corbyn whispered just to him.
Charlie nodded thankfully and bent down to take a handful of soil from the pile beside the grave. He stayed crouched, eyeing the unfamiliar wooden coffin below him, still hearing the agonizing cries of Richard’s final minutes as he tried to pull him from the plane. He was now silent. Charlie stumbled over his breath as he tried to keep himself from crying and held out his hand over the deep hole that now housed his brother.
“Alright, Richie.” he breathed and let the soil fall.
Then it was Corbyn’s turn. He took his handful of soil and stood at the side of the grave, staring down at the last of his son. He said a quiet prayer, kissed his hand, and then tossed the handful onto the top of the wooden coffin.
Corbyn stood a few metres away as the family members started to leave and the gravediggers filled in the hole. The sound of the metal shovels in the mound of dirt and the sound of it dropping dully onto the wood almost made Corbyn sick. But still, he stood and watched his son be buried until the grey sky finally opened up and angles wept down onto them.
Corbyn only hoped Richie got his chocolate cake.
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echo-three-one · 3 years
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Chapter 25
Make some dentist appointments after this chapter. (I'm not sure it applies to all)
Sorry for being late. It's my little sister's birthday today and I opted to eat food.
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Off the Grid
"Alex"
MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland
The worst part of being stomped on the face is that at the end of the day, your girlfriend would end up seeing it. This was what Alex was worried about the moment he heard the helicopter approached their location. But a part of him wanted to just lay down by the bed under Samantha's care. 
Alex expected Soap to be the first one greeting the women, but he wasn't around. He guessed that after all the chasing and the climbing, he opted to take a rest instead of facing them tired. The house was very accommodating on it's own. He didn't need to worry about entertaining everyone else.
Just as he expected, he already saw the frown on Samantha's face as soon as her eyes met his. The same frown from his imagination was manifested before him.
"Alex, Are you okay?" she ran towards him and touched his bruised cheek. Alex tried to look okay but he couldn't help but hiss at the pain.
"A little. I couldn't lie to you now, can't I?" he managed a chuckle. Samantha held his hair and that signaled Alex to lower himself a little so she could kiss him on the forehead.
"Let's get you healed up." She muttered.
"Not until I'm done helping unload these." He suggested. Samantha wanted him to skip out on helping but Alex's face was eager and she didn't want to argue with that.
"Fine."
"My room is the third door by the stairs… that is if you want us to stay in one room together."
"Of course I do, Alex." She smiled and blew a kiss on the air as his lip was too bruised to receive it.
Alex couldn't help but smile. He could feel his insides do a little dance of joy while he's carrying luggage to the second floor, placing both their bags beside each other. Inside their room, that they're going to share.
He knew they'd done this before, but the idea of getting the room all to themselves was different. They are able to move freely without worrying what they might do. And he wanted to hug her, kiss her and whisper soft words in her ear without making everyone else around them all judgy.
Dinner flew by and Roach took the girls out for a tour, Alex took this time to shower before Samantha would come nurse his wounds. He stood in front of the sprinkling hot water, his face looked up, letting the warm shower revitalize his tired muscles. It was no doubt relaxing as he closed his eyes, cleared his thoughts and let his mind ease a bit.
They're safe, Samantha's got her memories back, and they're together now. The New York attacks were over and both Shepherd and Nero were off the grid. They're planning something big and all they could do was prepare for the worst. He doesn't have to shoulder anything as of now and he should rest and recover.
After a few minutes of meditation, Alex was interrupted by a smooth touch that embraced him from behind. He could feel her skin sink against his as she tightly held him, her cheek leaned on his back.
"Alex." Samantha whispered, he couldn't barely hear it against the sound of the shower.
"I'm… I'm sorry…" she sobbed. Alex raised an eyebrow and held her hand, turning around to meet her beautiful face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, the question echoed against the glass walls and bounced to the rest of the bathroom.
"On the ride here. I took a nap… then I remembered something. Before I even got to that Russian hotel I…" she sobbed. Alex pulled her closer and hugged her, she didn't have to worry. They're going to fix this together.
"I gave them the I.P. Address…" she cried. Her tears mixed with the sprinkle of the shower. Despite being already wet, Alex still wiped it off with his thumbs.
"You didn't do anything wrong… You didn't give it away… They forcibly took it from you." Alex told her, his face was angry toward Shepherd. One day he'll finally get his revenge.
"B-but…" she tried to retort, but Alex cut her off by kissing her soft lips, his tongue immediately entered her mouth as soon as she gave him permission. He kissed her hoping it would soothe her worries away, making her feel that he was there no matter what. Her moans made him comfortable that he's doing the right thing, that he's telling her that he's going to be there. So he pushed her toward the cold bathroom wall, tilted his head and showed her what he really felt towards her.
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The next morning Alex and Samantha were tasked to fly Nikolai back home. The guy was missing the colder environment and since they didn't have anything at the moment, it'd be best to let him go for now. The team still owed him a cargo plane which was left back at the S.A.S. base. They'll have to deal with that after all of this is over.
Alex didn't have anything to do regarding this task, Samantha just made a few special calls and the next thing they knew, they were already waving goodbye to the Russian.
"Glad we have him on our side." Alex chuckled, hovering his arm as it reached her farther shoulder. Samantha leaned toward him as soon as she caught him doing the gesture, as they took short steps, Alex's leg clumped against the cement.
"You okay with that leg?" Samantha wondered, looking down then back to Alex.
"I got used to it, really. It's not much of a bother once you get used to it." He smiled, wiggling the fake leg, almost showing off at how good he was using it. 
"Is there something wrong with it?" He asked. Samantha's cheeks started to blush red and Alex had no actual idea what was going on in her mind.
"No no. I'm just curious. That's all… Still… it must be hard walking like an incomplete part of a whole." She consoled to which Alex replied with a laugh.
"What's funny?" She asked as Alex used his already clinging hand on her shoulder to pull her closer for a kiss.
"You already complete me, Samantha." He said. His face was too serious to be joking and yet Samantha laughed.
"You know what?! All these corny and cheesy dialogue is my thing. You complete me too, Alex. I…" she paused, staring at Alex's eyes. Alex quickly saw through her gaze, there was a particular sparkle in her eyes. The same sparkle he'd been noticing every time they got intimate. It made his heart beat so fast that he could almost predict what she's going to say next.
He placed a finger on her mouth to stop her from talking. He wanted to say it first. He wanted to be the one whose life changed because of her and not the other way around.
"I love you, Samantha Coleman." he said. Tears. Tears were the first thing he saw once he let out those words. 
"How dare you… finish my sentence." she croaked. She had the idea of cracking a joke between the sweetest of moments. He really liked that about her.
"I wanted to say it first." He whispered, inching his face closer once again. Samantha's eyes were already half closed and Alex knew what he needed to do. He planted another chaste kiss on her soft lips, but this time, Samantha surprised him by gently biting his lip, making the former CIA flinch. He chuckled and kissed back once again, pushing her toward the gazebo until they found her pinned on one of its tougher beams.
"Oh." She giggled as Alex's hand trailed on her side, squeezing her soft skin gently. Alex's smile beamed wide as he knew her reaction. 
"Are we really going to cause a scene here? Mr. Alex-?" She teased, her train of thought paused after not knowing his last name.
He chuckled in a lower register, low enough that he could feel Samantha react to it.
"It's Alexander Collins. But please, just call me Alex." he muttered, planting a kiss on her neck, Samantha moaned inappropriately, sending Alex on an excited rush.
"All right Mr. Collins. I think we should stop now. Our audiences are feeling a little uncomfortable right now." she turned to France, Maxine and Roach, who were watching 'respectfully'.
Alex waved and smiled apologetically, noting the almost embarrassed expression on Maxine's face, the slightly smirking Francine and Roach's hidden thumbs up.
"I'm sorry guys. We'll be off now." he said, escorting Samantha back to the house.
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The day went by and Alex was more than happy that he got to spend the rest of the day with Samantha. Hell, even the thought of waking up spooning her was more than heavenly. 
Now, he lay gently on his bed while Samantha was out to cleanse his bruises.
"Ow. Careful nurse, I'm quite vulnerable..." he winced playfully.
"Now, now, my little patient. This will just hurt a little." She played along, wiping a soft cotton ball on his bruised cheek.
"Will there be any sort of injection? I hate injections." he groaned, fake sobbing.
"Oh? You hate injections? I personally thought you were amazing administering them?" She teased, slightly blushing at her green joke.
Alex quickly caught wind of her joke about injecting and immediately burst out laughing.
"I can't believe you said that." he said, laughing in between his words, almost choking.
"Kidding aside… I almost forgot something…" She said, setting aside her medical tools. She got up and gently straddling on his body, making Alex groan a little and hold on to her waist.
"What could you have possibly forgotten?" he asked, his face full of curiosity.
She leaned in closer to him and whispered three words that made Alex smile in delight.
"I love you." she whispered and a kiss followed. Alex knew from that moment on that he was more than willing and ready to spend the rest of his life.
Next Chapter : What's Behind Door Number Two?
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