#a bit too loudly. i very gently suggested that they could maybe go fuck themselves

[legionofpotatoes]

wait is there a story behind the shaming of someone recording a stranger in public?

nothing too exciting nonnie, no

#couple of idiots were filming someone (possibly on the spectrum) just going about their business. giggling and saying not very nice things #a bit too loudly. i very gently suggested that they could maybe go fuck themselves #paraphrasing though. our language is much more colorful <3 i have a couple stories of losing my temper in public lmao #and gotten in trouble for it too. not this time though they just sulked away. this was probably before it got so ubiquitous #2018-2019 maybe. but still very very very annoying. I'm a bit ashamed to say they may have been teenagers #so not super proud of myself. 😬 my fuse is a bit less short nowadays I'd like to think #anon #asks

[chocolatecakecas]

Expect the Unexpected: dadstiel father's day ficlet

based off this anon's genius ask

They were late. Not that they actually had a strict schedule to stick to, but when it came to hunts, Claire didn't like to mess around. She did take this very seriously after all.

But the drive took longer than expected and they didn't get to the motel until around three am, and it took them longer to get out of bed this morning, which was admittedly Claire's fault. And they forgot to steam out their suits with the bathroom shower, so now they're late, in slightly wrinkled suits, speed walking through the parking lot at almost ten thirty am. And yeah maybe Claire's freaking out a bit, but what if the messy suits give them away, or what if another hunter got here already? Maybe they should run? The parking lot is empty so it's not lik-

"Hey, slow down, I don't think they bodies are going anywhere" Kaia laughed, gently grabbing Claire's hand to pull her back.

"I know, but we said we'd get there by nine thirty an-"

"Claire. The case isn't gonna disappear if we're forty five minutes later than we wanted to be. Okay?" Kaia assured, as she forced Claire to stop walking for a moment.

God why did she always have to be right?

"I know I know it's jus-okay fine" Claire sighed in defeat, but Kaia rewarded her with a quick peck on the lips, and pulled her inside.

They both flashed their badges with practiced confidence, and were easily lead to the correct room. The secretary didn't even bat an eye at their slightly wrinkled suits.

Yeah so maybe Claire was freaking out for noth-

"Agent Joel, and this is my partner Agent Cyrus"

Fuck. There's no way

(read rest under the cut)

"Clai-"

"Agents. I didn't know you were also assigned this case"

Because standing over the dead body on the examining table, was Castiel and Jack, in that ratty trench coat and a too big suit respectively.

Well, apparently another hunter did beat them to the case.

"Uh could you give us a moment to confer?" Cas asked attempting to hide his surprise, and the coroner nodded and left without a word.

"Claire! Kaia! I didn't know you guys were working the case too!" Jack started surprised, running over to give each of them a quick hug. They had met a ton of times over the past year, sometimes he even came and hung out at Jody's. And after the initial shock of Cas having a three year old who looked like he was twenty, Claire honestly liked the kid.

"Hey Jack, Cas. We didn't know you guys would be here either? I guess wires got crossed or something?" Kaia shrugged as she gave a little wave to Cas. But before Claire could say anything, Jack was tugging Kaia off to the side, talking a mile a minute about god knows what. And Cas was making his way, over to Claire.

"Hello Claire. I'm sorry I had no idea you two would be working this case. Jacks just been begging to go on another hunt, and this was the closest one to the Bunker. But we can try to find a diff-"

"Nono it's not a big deal. We can just find a different case. It wouldn't be fair, since the kid seems pretty excited about it" Claire said trying to shrug it off.

It's not like she was emotionally attached to this particular case, but it's been a while since her and Kaia had been on a hunt alone. So yeah maybe she was looking forward to it, bu-

"Well, maybe we could all work the case together? That is, if you'd want to?" Cas offered with a slightly nervous smile.

Okay so, it's not that Claire doesn't like Cas, she's seen him a lot over the years, they text and talk all the time, and he's been there for her a lot lately. Claire actually really likes the guy, but it's not like she's gonna tell him that, but it's just-Cas always treats her like she's the same naive teenager she was when they met again six years ago. And she's grown and learned a lot, she's a professional hunter now. At least Dean, and hell even Jody, gets that, they see the changes, but Cas.....

Claire glances over his shoulder to see Jack and Kaia laughing as to themselves, and she feels something pull in her chest as she quickly looks back to Cas.

Damnit.

"Uh sure, could be fun I guess? Besides we haven't seen you or the kid in the a while, but you have to explain why there's four FBI agents working this single murder case" Claire asserts, but Cas smiles brightly anyway.

"Deal" Cas agrees with a little tip of his head. God what a fucking dork, Claire thinks with a fond eyeroll.

“Also, Joel and Cyrus, really?” Claire teased as she walked over to join Kaia and Jack.

“I let Jack pick them out, and he insisted on picking our favorite singers” Cas sighed fondly, causing Claire to tip her head back in laughter.

And just like that the Coroner came back in, and they each took turns asking the routine questions, Jack with maybe too bright of a smile on his face. The guy was twenty-five, and his friends dared him to spend a night alone in this local old house that was apparently, haunted for real. And when his friends went to pick him up in the morning, they found him bleeding out in the foyer, with giant gashes all over.

So they decided to check out the house first, where Kaia and Jack both got tossed across the room by some creepy looking guy with a giant meat cleaver. Which basically confirmed Claire's theory of it being vengeful spirit, and they went back to Cas and Jack's room to research who the guy might be. So simple salt and burn.

And overall, things were actually going really great, Claire got to spend time with Kaia, plus she got to see Jack and Cas and share some laughs doing what she loves. She also got to help Cas show Jack some of the ropes, give him some hunting tips, which was awesome, since she's never gotten to be the teacher in this situation.

"Alright so tonight, why don't Kaia and I check out the house to make sure it's really gone, while Jack and Cas go find the guys grave?" Claire suggested as she stole a french fry off of Kaia's plate, who hummed in agreement

"Oh we get to burn the bones? I've only gotten to do that once before!" Jack began loudly, but quickly changed to a whisper after a warning look from Cas, they were in a crowded diner after all.

But the only one who hadn't spoken was Cas, who's face was scrunched up in thought.

"Claire I'm not sure splitting up is the best idea" Cas supplied carefully, which made Claire roll her eyes in annoyance.

God there he goes again, acting like Claire's some dumb kid. As if she hasn't handled herself just fine for years.

"C'mon Cas, me and Kaia hunt alone all the time, hell I've even done a ton of solo hunts. It'll be more effective this way, you burn the bones, and if it doesn't work we'll know immediately and figure out another way to waste the guy" Claire continued and watched as Cas looked from Jack to Kaia and back to Claire, sighing in defeat.

"Okay, but we'll all stay on the phone in case burning the bones doesn't work" Cas bargained, which Claire assumed was fair, and they all went back to eating happily.

So they split up, Claire and Kaia set up a salt line in the foyer, rock salt guns loaded and ready to go, with Cas and Jack on speaker at the cemetery. But of course, torching the bones didn't work. So now they had a pissed off, homicidal spirit chasing them with a giant meat cleaver, as Claire and Kaia raced around the house looking for the object it might be attached too while Jack and Cas yelled through the phone.

So yeah things were going pretty great actually.

Until they weren't.

"Cas I had it handled, I didn't need-"

"Claire I know, but it already sliced your arm and it was lunging right at yo-"

"But I was fine. I can take care of mys-"

"Claire, I know that-and please stop throwing your arm around you're going to reopen the wound-Claire, I was only trying to pro-"

"Well I didn't ask you to, I didn't ask you for any of this. I'm not some dumb little kid. I've been doing this for years, and I'm good at what I do, I can handle some stupid spirit. And I certainly don't need you to protect me from anything, since you did a pretty shit job of that already" Claire shouted, turning to look at him.

And when she caught sight of his wide, ashamed eyes, she felt something drop deep in her stomach, all of the fight draining out of her.

"Cas no I didn-I just-" Claire groaned running her hands through her hair, daring a glance over at Jack and Kaia who were frozen on the bed, looking at her with a hint of sympathy in their eyes. Her eyes darted back to Cas who's looked the same, except they were mostly filled with guilt.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Ya know what, I'm gonna run to the drug store-get some more bandaids. I'll be back" Claire huffed slamming the door behind her, and trudging across the motel parking lot to her car.

As she walked into the drug store, her mind was racing, rage still burning away in her stomach, and she mindlessly examined each box of bandaids.

This was stupid. The hunt was over, the guy was dead, turns out his murder weapon was the obejct they had to destroy. So it doesn't even matter anymore, but Claire's just so-

She tossed a box of bandaids back on the shelf. Maybe she should have just let Cas heal-no. Just another thing Claire thinks he needs to do for her.

And where does Cas get off trying to assume what's best for her? She can handle herself just fine, she's almost twenty four for gods sake. She's been hunting on her own for years now, and she's damn good at it, even Jody says so. She's grown and learned a lot so why can't Cas fucking just back off? And who the hell does Cas think he is, anyway? She doesn't need him to protect her, she doesn't need someone to save her, definitely not Cas of all peop-

With a huff Claire shoves another box back on the shelf, maybe a bit too aggressive and digs her palms into her eyes to ground herself.

What is she doing?

She forgave- or as close to forgiveness as you can get with this kinda thing- Cas a long time ago. She didn't wanna live with that rage and pain anymore, it was weighing her down and it fucking sucked. So she's made "peace" with it. And if she's really being honest, she really does like Cas a lot, he's like some doofy, powerful guy, who says some of the weirdest and funniest things she's ever heard. Plus, he sure as hell cares a lot, and he's tried to make it as "right", as possible and respected what Claire wanted. 

But just because Claire's made peace with it and thinks he's a good guy, doesn't mean she's not allowed to be pissed.

Claire quickly swipes a brand of bandaids and gauzes she's used before, and weaves her way through the aisles. But she catches something out of the corner of her eye that has her stopping in her tracks.

A Father's Day display.

Something drops deep in the pit of her stomach, as her heart leaps into her throat.

And she's instantly transported back to age five, with memories of homemade cards, barbeques in the backyard, and her dad with a bright smile as he carefully opened her gift. A new tie.

She feels her phone buzz in her pocket, effectively breaking her out of the trance. She quickly swipes at her eyes before reading it. 

It’s an apology from Cas.

Claire feels herself rubbing at her eyes again, the grief and pain of loss mixing with guilt and affection and confusion and anger all at once, struggling to gain dominance.

But before she can even process it all, another text come through, asking if she can grab some of Jack's favorite snacks, with way too many emojis.

And before she realizes it, a wet laugh escapes, as she squeezes the phone in her hand. She quickly glances back up at the display, a small, somber smile pulling at her lips.

And she makes a choice.

The next morning they’re all lingering in the parking lot before saying their goodbyes. Claire offered to check them all out, dragging Jack along before leaving Kaia and Cas alone.

"Here, you should be the one to give it to him" Claire says quickly stuffing a bag in Jack's hands.

"But it's from all of us?" Jack questioned, familiarly tilting his head, and Claire couldn't help but smile.

Last night Claire went back to the drugstore, now with Kaia and Jack in tow under the guise of picking up dinner. They each signed the card, even convincing Kaia to write something too. Jack even insisted on getting him one of those cheesy #1 Dad mugs, because apparently even though Cas didn't need it, he liked to drink coffee.

"Yeah I know, but you picked out the mug. So you can give it to him later" Claire assured, and quickly stalked across the parking lot with Jack in tow.

Jack can just hide it in his backpack and give it to Cas when they get home, so he can read their messages in a place where Claire is preferably, not present.

But to Claire's horror, annoyance at her own self because she should have seen this coming, Jack immediately handed Cas the gift.

"Happy Father's Day! It's from all of us, I know it's early but I thought you should open it while we're all together!" Jack declared with a bright smile, while Kaia gently found and squeezed Claire's hand. Cas just looked over at Claire and Kaia, confusion swimming in his eyes

"We all picked it up from the drugstore when we went to grab dinner last night. Thought it might be nice" Kaia answered evenly, but Claire could tell she was nervous. She knew she was worried about how Kaia fit into this fam...well whatever it was.

Cas simply nodded as he worked to recover from his initial shock, he slowly pulled out the mug first, smiling as he read it.

"I picked out the mug! But Claire put the quotes around the Dad, she said you'd think it was funny" Jack informed him, which only caused Cas to chuckle warmly as he pulled out the card.

Claire thought her heart might hammer out of her chest as she leaned into Kaia's touch. Damnit, why couldn't the kid have just waited until he was home.

"Thank you. All of you, thi-this means so much" Cas choked out, voice thick as he finished reading with a disbelieving smile. He hugged Jack first, pressing a kiss to his head.

"See, he loved it? You should talk to him" Kaia suggested in a no nonsense tone, pressing a kiss to Claire's lips before walking towards their car. Cas stopped her of course, wrapping her in a tight hug, and Kaia whispered something Claire couldn't make out, before she pulled Jack over to the other side of the lot. Claire looked at Cas, noticing his eyes were shining, and quickly looked at a rock on the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"That was very kind of you. You didn't have to do all that for me" Cas said softly as he cautiously approached Claire, leaving some space between them.

"Yeah well, I don't know. I saw the cards at the store and I thought it might be nice..." Claire trailed off, braving another glance at Cas who's eyes were a little misty. Her eyes flitted to the side to see Kaia giving her an encouraging and a nod towards Cas, before turning back to Jack.

Well, it's now or never.

"Look Cas. I'm sorry I blew up yesterday, and I appreciate your-your apology. But I don't need you to protect me, you gotta know I'm not some dumb-"

"Claire, I know. You've become an incredible hunter, I'm not worried about your hunting skills or think that you need protecting. I just worry and want to protect you because I care about you" Cas stated sincerely.

Oh.

And yeah she knows Cas cared and she knows he was only trying to help, and maybe logically she knows that Cas was't acting like that because he thought she was a some inexperienced crap hunter. But hearing it is just-

Something warm swims in her stomach, as her heart thumps against her chest, as she swallows thickly.

"Listen, about the card, I- I know you aren't him, and you'll never be him okay? So you aren't my dad and I’m not looking to replace but-but you're kinda-you've kinda been like a Da-a figure lately and I know you said you care and I appreciate-and I car-I feel lik-"Claire attempted to choke out, but the next thing she knew, she's stopping and flinging her arms around his neck, hoping it'll convey everything she wants to say.

And it must, because Cas' arms wrap tightly around her, and she finds herself grabbing the back of that ratty trench coat, smiling to herself for a moment.

When they pulled away Cas gives her a soft smile, as she quickly wipes at her eyes.

"You and Kaia should come for dinner next Friday at the bunker. Deans texted me about it six times, and I'm sure Jack would love to show you his room....if you wanted that is-of course you don't hav-"

"Yeah Cas, that actually sounds kinda nice. Haven't had a chance to bother Dean in a while, anyway" Claire shrugged with a smile, which he easily returned.

And later as Claire drove back to Jody's, one hand on the wheel, the other loosely grasping Kaia's, she found herself really looking forward to next Friday.

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[jaskierswolf]

Just the Three of Us

Written for @thewitcherbog teef week!

Prompt: Thigh bites

Ship: Geraskilion (Book!Dandy, Geralt, Jaskier)

Rating: Explicit

CW: smut ahead, blow jobs, threesome, voyeurism, exhibition, anal sex, mentions of double penetration, thigh riding/frottage, biting

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When Jaskier had been portalled into a whole new realm, a parallel universe as it were, the last thing he’d expected was to end up in a relationship with another version of himself, and his life-long crush; Geralt of Rivia. Really, after so many years of travelling with his Geralt, he should have expected the unexpected, and if anyone was going to fuck themselves it would be him.

Or maybe Yennefer?

She definitely seemed like she was into some kinky shit. Yeah, she’d definitely fuck herself given the chance, and really Jaskier couldn’t blame her. He was hardly an innocent party, but Dandelion had been so fascinating and so beautiful that really Jaskier hadn’t stood a chance.

They were alike in many ways, but equally just as different, enough to make it absolutely thrilling. Dandelion knew exactly what Jaskier liked in bed, and their libidos pretty much matched, leading to a rather ridiculous amount of sex all around Geralt’s estate at Corvo Bianco. Clothes were a thing of the past, and if the surface was free enough, then it was very likely to be used for their exploits.

Geralt seemed almost relieved by Jaskier’s presence in their world, finally able to take a break from his bard’s insatiable sexual appetite. In this world, the witcher had a fondness for watching, sitting comfortably in the corner of the room, quite content to ignore his own erection as the two bards fucked each other in a frenzy. It was even hotter when Geralt took himself in hand, grunting as he came to the sight of his boyfriends. That always took Jaskier’s breath away, making his skin tingle and his cock twitch even mere moments after he’d cum.

But the best times were when Jaskier and Dandelion could lure their witcher boyfriend into their arms, lavishing him with attention, waxing poetry as they worshipped his body. Sometimes he would fuck one of them as they sucked the other’s cock. Other times, they would fuck Geralt at the same time. It took far too much thought and planning for Jaskier’s liking, but the end result was worth it, seeing Geralt’s hole stretched around both their cocks.

Fuck.

Was it any wonder that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself? He was just horny all the time, all the sinful memories trapped in his mind, replaying at the most inconvenient times, like when he was trying to write his entry into the Toussaint Bardic competition, for instance.

Well, if he was going to fail then the best thing he could do was drag Dandelion down with him. He smirked as he sprung from his chair in his office, and went to find his boyfriend.

“Lion?” he called as he wandered around the house, padding barefoot along the stone floors.

“In here!” Dandelion called back from the lounge, a couple of velvet couches set up in the front of the house.

Perfect.

Jaskier smiled seductively as he slid into his boyfriend’s lap, knocking the book from his hands and sending it tumbling to the floor.

“Hello,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Dandelion’s neck as he brushed the long blond hair behind his back. Dandelion let out a soft sigh, tilting his neck to give Jaskier better access, the skin already sporting a rather lovely dark bruise from Jaskier’s attention the night before. “I missed you.”

“Darling, it’s barely been an hour,” Dandelion reminded him, trailing his fingers along Jaskier’s spine, making him shiver as he kissed the hickey he’d already left behind.

“Hmm… far too long,” Jaskier agreed, nibbling at Dandelion’s ear and then capturing the poet’s lips in a lazy kiss, licking into his mouth, the taste of fiorano lingering on the poet’s tongue, rich and tantalizing, reminding Jaskier of their many picnics together in the fields surrounding the vineyards.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated, Jaskier wriggling in Dandelion’s lap, the poet’s hard cock pressed up against his arse. His fingers threaded into soft golden curls as he moaned into the kiss, yanking hard at the hair in his hands just to hear the sweet sound of his boyfriend’s moans, and Jaskier sat up just enough so he could reach behind him to guide Dandelion’s cock inside him, already loose and well slicked from Geralt’s cock not an hour before.

“Oh gods,” Dandelion gasped, his lips never leaving Jaskier’s. “You little whore.”

“Can’t leave you two alone for a minute.”

Jaskier moaned loudly as he turned to the door, and sure enough, there was Geralt gazing back at them with dark golden eyes, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over Jaskier’s body, lingering where Dandelion’s cock was pressed into his arse. Jaskier winked at the witcher, slowly pulling off Dandelion's cock before sinking back down with a choked gasp, biting down on his lip.

“Fuck, Geralt, it feels so good, he fills me up so well,” Jaskier whined, rolling his hips to drive Dandelion deeper inside him.

“Not well enough if you’re still running your mouth, darling,” the poet purred, capturing Jaskier’s lips in a searing kiss, nails scraping down Jaskier’s back as he thrust up, hitting that sweet spot with ease, sending sparks flying across Jaskier’s vision, and before he could recover, Dandelion had thrust up again.

“Ah- f-fuck!” Jaskier gasped, the words muffled as Geralt’s lips covered his, the taste of fine wine replaced dwarven spirit, but Jaskier didn’t mind, he could spend a lifetime kissing Geralt and never get bored, especially whilst impaled on Dandelion’s cock.

Geralt’s hand pinched Jaskier’s nipple as his tongue delved into Jaskier’s mouth, leaving him breathless, and falling towards oblivion as Dandelion fucked into him with sharp thrusts. Calloused fingers trailed through the thick dark hair on his chest until they finally wrapped around Jaskier’s cock, and with just a few quick tugs, Jaskier spilled all over Geralt’s hand, droplets of cum hitting Dandelion’s chest.

Before Jaskier could catch his breath, he was pulled into Geralt’s arms, away from his beautiful poet, and he let out a soft whine, reaching out for Dandelion. “Lion…” he slurred, gazing at his boyfriend through the fog in his mind.

“I’m here, my dear buttercup, no witcher can take you away from me, isn’t that right, Geralt?” Dandelion purred, licking his lips as he looked at Geralt over Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Wouldn’t even try,” Geralt agreed, humming as Dandelion stood up, leaning into Geralt’s side as the pair of them shared a deep kiss. “Bedroom, more room there.”

“Excellent plan, my dear.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier agreed, mouthing at Geralt’s shoulder.

When Geralt finally kicked open their shared bedroom, Dandelion crawled onto the mattress and then beckoned them with a crook of his finger. “Won’t you join me, loves?”

“With pleasure,” Geralt growled, setting Jaskier down in the middle of the bed and then pulling Dandelion into another kiss over Jaskier, until Jaskier started to pout, feeling needy and left out.

He managed to get his hand between the two, pushing Geralt back onto the bed, and positioning himself between the two as he kissed down the witcher’s body, nibbling gently at each and every scar that passed under his lips. Finally, Dandelion joined him, licking and kissing at Geralt’s nipples as he straddled one leg, his still hard cock leaking as he rutted against the thick muscles of Geralt’s thigh. It was a dizzying sight, and Jaskier’s cock was already threatening to fill out once more. He groaned into Geralt’s skin as his teeth nipped at the soft curve of Geralt’s stomach.

“Gods, you’re so hot,” he murmured, one hand pressed against Dandelion’s thigh, as the poet rode the witcher so beautifully, golden curls falling in front of his face as he lost himself in his own pleasure, the most beautiful medley of moans and gasps escaping his lips.

“Oh fuck,” Dandelion moaned, long lutist fingers wrapped around his cock as he brought himself off, his cum covering Geralt’s stomach, tantalizingly close to Jaskier’s lips and tongue.

“Such a mess,” Geralt hummed, his fingers carding through Jaskier’s head, eyes dark with hunger as he watched his two bards use his body for their pleasure. “Clear it up.” The order was gentle, more of a suggestion but it still had Jaskier’s head reeling and he let out an obscene moan, crawling back up Geralt’s body to lick the mess of cum off the pale skin.

It wasn’t his favourite taste, but he felt filthy, and wasn’t that just the best fucking feeling when having sex with the two most beautiful people in all the universes.

When he was done, Dandelion pulled him into a sloppy kiss as both their hands reached for Geralt’s cock together. They laughed as they broke apart, eyes meeting, two very different bards, but still the same in so many ways…

Without talking, they both settled between Geralt’s thighs, Jaskier taking the head of his cock into his mouth, whilst Dandelion kissed the shaft. Above them, Geralt swore, his hips bucking off the mattress, and he dick fucking deeper into Jaskier’s mouth. Jaskier whined, a little surprised but taking Geralt’s cock with practiced ease, hollowing his cheeks, and bobbing his head as the witcher settled back onto the bed. Next to him, Dandelion hummed happily, kissing at the soft pale skin of Geralt’s thighs, and as he met Jaskier’s eyes he winked, and bit down hard, nearly breaking the skin. Geralt cursed, a growl tearing from his throat as he struggled to catch his breath, but the two of them managed to keep him pinned to the bed as they worked. With a content hum, Jaskier pulled off of Geralt’s cock, sharing a quick kiss with Dandelion before they swapped places, the poet licking a long stripe up the underside of Geralt’s cock before swallowing it down, Jaskier’s hand stroking the base where Dandelion couldn’t quite fit it all in without damaging his throat.

The bite mark on Geralt’s thigh was already red and swollen, a perfect indentation of Dandelion’s teeth marking the witcher as his. Well, that wouldn’t do at all.

Jaskier giggled, his lips grazing over the tender skin on Geralt’s other thigh, mirroring where Dandelion's mark was, and nipped gently, kissing and nibbling all the way down to Geralt’s knee. He pressed a single kiss to the side of Geralt’s knee, a silvery scar marring the skin there, and then ran his nose back up along the inside of his thigh until he reached his mark. As Geralt’s gasps and pants grew more frantic, Jaskier bit down, sucking a dark bruise into the skin, just as the witcher came with a guttural moan that would haunt Jaskier’s dreams for years to come.

“Fuck!” Geralt cursed, the word slurred as he slowly recovered from his orgasm, letting Dandelion and Jaskier kiss him lazily until one golden eye cracked open, the taste of their witcher’s cum lingering on their tongues.

“Fuck indeed,” Jaskier sighed, and the three of them collapsed onto the bed, far too exhausted to move.

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[theinvisibledreamergirl]

Sweet dreams, TN

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Helena Craig) x M!OC (Clay Banner)

Words count: ~2.1k

Category: Smut/Angst/AU

Warning: 🔞 content/Language

A.N: I really wanted to picture something else. What if my MC didn’t get her place at Edenbrook Hospital in her first year and her boyfriend did? And what happens if she comes as a surgical resident in the 2nd year? Also I’ve decided that in this fic I’ll call MC in her middle name Helena or shortened Helen/Ellie. It’s the alter-ego of Klaw so it has nothing to do with her. After posting this I’ll log off from Tumblr ‘cause I know it’s a disaster😭😭😭😭

Song: “Sweet dreams, TN” - The Last Shadow Puppets (pls hear this first to understand it better ❤️)

MASTERLIST

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I just sort of always feel sick without you baby

I ain’t got anything to lick without you baby

Nothing seems to stick without you baby

Ain’t I fallen in love

“Do you have the keys for the handcuffs?”

“Whoa. Is someone getting a little afraid hm?”

“Well I don’t want to be useless without my hands. So I can touch you.”

“I do have the keys darling.” The two faces were closer breathing into each other’s air. “But I need you to be quiet now.”

“Show me then.”

It’s just the pits without you baby

It’s really just the pits without you baby

It’s like everyone’s a dick without you baby

Ain’t I fallen in love

The command was clear and both of them entered to the inevitable path.

Feeling each other’s skins in the most obscenely way and falling to that wild imagination that both of them had been restraining for a long time.

It was a heavenly and a desirably emotion that led themselves to be part of this trap.

They could hear their accelerated heartbeats as more and more they looked hungrily and darkly like animals fighting for domination.

Blue vs Brown.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

And all my pals will tell me is that I’m crazy

You bet I’m loopy alright

And I just don’t recognise this fool

That you have made me

Whoa I ain’t seen him for a while

Panting breath wasn’t in their expectations and shared a laugh before they reached the culmination and he unlocked her handcuffs to fall completely in his arms.

Their strong embrace fitted perfectly the curves of their bodies despite their sweat. When he was about to pull off she pouted in a whisper.

“No. Stay.”

“I will.” He promised with a searing kiss.

“But you did left me.” Her expression changed completely and in a mere of seconds she wasn’t there.

He blinked. “What?”

The sound of the alarm woke him up and suddenly he felt his underwear soaked.

“Holy shit I did this again!” He growled in frustration as he rubbed his face.

He made attempts to get up but his knees were too weak to keep his balance. Another attempt and he slowly started to walk. Or better a crawling you may call it.

He turned on his bathtub to make a quick shower and to clear this mess of himself. But the hot water made him feel again those goosebumps of that sweet dream and closed his eyes again.

She looped his arms around his waist and start to kiss his shoulders slowly and gently while moving her hands up and down his bellybutton. He let a content sigh while drifting again to that imaginary scene.

And as your shrinking figure blows a kiss

I catch and smash it on my lips

Darling I can’t seem to quit.

When there wasn’t a shoulder to lean on his head, he slapped his face growling loudly and continued his shower in disappointment.

Completely falling to bits

I really might be losing it

The idea that you’ve existed all along is ridiculous

I don’t know what to say

He missed her.

Not longer after that he arrived at Edenbrook gladly on time thanks to his fast BMW vehicle. He carried his bag through the hall of the hospital and a megawatt smile that he recognised it very well stopped him.

“Yo yo look who’s back again. My mann!” They clapped their backs.

“Ooff Bryce!” He was breathing hardly. “We were celebrating yesterday for the end of our intern year. I’m sure that we didn’t miss each other that much.”

“C’mon Banner can’t you just be funnier person in your life for once hm?”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Anyways I have to change my clothes unless you don’t have anything else to say.”

“I do actually.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I met someone today.”

“So?”

“You have no idea whom I have met.”

“Let me guess did President Biden come here?” He snorted when he saw Bryce’s not amused reaction. “Okay fine go on.”

“As I was saying I met today a female but let me tell you man... this woman is not like the others. She’s like a goddess that entered to this building and blessed my life when I made eye contact with her.”

Clay was really trying his best not to laugh to this exaggeration. “You have met plenty of women and it’s not your first time Bryce.”

“Tsk. It is my first time. And may I add she was like queen Cleopatra that summoned everyone when she walked here.” Bryce added in a wandering gaze while he was doing his usual ministrations. “Black stilettos clicking and wearing those black leathery pants revealing her curves...ohh I’m thinking I’m going to fall in love man. She had a long coat on her shoulders and that white shirt mmhmm.” He closed his eyes. “She truly was the boss and I’m betting on this... her elegant body will be in my bed. But-”

“And there’s always a but right?”

“Can you believe I didn’t get her name?! Not even her number!”

His friend squealed in laughter. “What did you think fool? That she was going to follow you straight into the on-call room?”

“Yes!” Bryce exclaimed. “That’s what I thought too man but I lost her because that damn nurse came to me for signing a patient in a surgery.” He sighed and shook his head. “I lost the most perfect chance today and I don’t even know what she was doing here... she can’t be a doctor though ‘cause she’s too beautiful for this job.”

“Well then good luck on finding her ‘cause I have to go now. See you.” He trailed off to the direction of the elevator.

“Yea see ya.” He waved back at him before he muttered. “Go back to surgery Bryce before Tanaka cuts you off.”

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“This is going to be your office.”

“Thank you so much Mist- Dr. Tennant!” She corrected herself briefly before she would say another embarrassing thing. “I really don’t know how to express my gratitude for this.”

He scoffed. “Please can you just talk normally Dr. Craig? I think at the first time we met the rule was by names. Call me Simon.”

“Sure. Simon.” She really wasn’t used to it though. First no title of Miss/Mister and now calling by names. USA had really big differences with UK not only in titles but also in medical policy and legacy.

“And now I must say to you congratulations!” They shook hands. “And also I’d like to introduce you to our Diagnostics Team.”

She nodded in agreement.

When they finally arrived at the front door Simon stepped first to get the attention of his colleagues who seemed to be occupied as they were studying a case so he cleared his throat loudly. All of them turned their gazes to him except for an attending who didn’t even have to recognise his friend’s voice.

“What now Simon?”

“Hello to you too my pal. You know everyone that there was going to be a resident in the absence of Edgar’s, right?”

“Yes we know that.” The Japanese-British woman spoke.

“Have you brought him here?!” Judging by his accent it was an Indian man who exclaimed happily.

Simon chuckled. “Yes Baz but it’s her.”

“Ooooohh.”

“Let’s hope she’ll be useful for this job.”

“Don’t worry Ethan. She was selected as the best surgical intern in Imperial College of London Hospital and many other things among but I’ll let her to present herself.” He made her a signal to come inside.

“Everyone this is Dr. Helena Craig.”

“Please you can call me Helen or Ellie if you want.”

“I like Helen better.” The woman got up and shook her hand. “Dr. June Hirata.”

“Me too! Hi I’m Dr. Sebastian Mirani but everyone calls me simply Baz.”

“Ethan?” Simon asked quietly to get up and greet with her but he wasn’t moving any inch.

Helen gave him a knowing smile and said without breaking her gaze to him. “It’s alright for me if we don’t shake hands. I feel the same way too when I meet people that haven’t given me a good and a reliable impression at first so I completely understand your condition now.”

She caught him off guard. Ethan Ramsey expected her to scowl or glare into his eyes but instead she was killing him with that radiating smile.

Fuck.

The same smile that was reserved for him yesterday at Donahue’s bar.

In the corner of his eyes there was an unfamiliar face that stayed some stools away from him.

She lit up a cigarette even though Reggie had been strictly to every client not to use it but it seemed she didn’t care about it.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun revealing her constructed jaw and her long neck.

She had also earrings pierced. Was she a troublesome woman? Or maybe a drugs dealer judging by her extravagant outfit. But what caught his attention was that she didn’t look amused or happy.

She was sad. And exhausted.

Along with her was a small luggage that she had carried with herself here. She called Reggie to bring her a strong scotch and found by the latter that she was British and it was her first time in Boston.

She had also asked him for a hotel nearby this place and Reggie suggested some of them including “La Vista” Hotel which was the best. She thanked and left him the payment.

Now her eyes landed on the icy blue that had been staring on her for a long time and gave him a wicked smile. She raised her glass in purpose and licked her lips after drinking bits of it.

She was really gorgeous in all of his honesty and they didn’t break their eye contact for maybe a couple of minutes. He could do it every time without any hesitation just to rest in those piercing brown’s.

He was a very handsome man and even though he seemed older than her, she didn’t give a single shit. She could imagine his toned muscles and abs beyond those pesky clothes. She was marveled and could sense that he felt the same too.

It was like they both understood each other.

No words needed.

Only looks.

But she knew who he was. Ethan Ramsey. And she was glad that made him completely at her mercy and was enjoying it.

Poor man she thought.

She couldn’t wait for his reaction tomorrow when he would find out who she was actually.

His colleague.

Helen could imagine his flustered face and transfixed into her with his mouth agape.

She got up from her seat slowly in a tantalizing move while he drank in one gulp his scotch and called Reggie again for another fill.

She walked past him but before leaving with her luggage she lowered her head to his ear whispering dangerously. Her breath was a tingle in his ears and could almost feel her lips brushed.

“Thank you for the distraction. I really needed it.” 

She left unceremoniously when something dropped from her and he immediately caught it.

It was one of her earrings with the initial ‘H’. He was about to call her but she was gone.

Maybe he would find her tomorrow again. Here.

And he really found her. In the most obscenely and the most embarrassing way if he could describe it. Instead of what she said he got up with his smuggling look.

“Wrong observation.” When she heard his deep voice for the first time she gulped and could see his eyes glimmering triumphantly. “I hope you don’t ruin this opportunity.”

He caught her off guard. While they were touching each other’s palms an unknown heat coursed down in their bodies. Bullshit they thought because he was just an attending and she was a resident. Suddenly another voice was approaching to them.

“I’m terribly sorry for my lateness but I was-”

He abruptly stopped himself when he saw her.

His eyes were widened and his breath hitched.

She was here.

Baby we ought to fuck

Seven years of bad luck

Out of the powder room mirror

Could I have made it any clearer

She saw him too.

But not with a happy or a grateful face that always had welcomed his heart.

This was a mere seconds of glaring and then a plastered smile that he knew too well.

Clay Banner had screwed things up a year before he entered Edenbrook Hospital.

And now the woman of his dreams was standing right in front of him with his attending.

His girlfriend.

His Helen.

Or... was?

It’s love like a tongue in a nostril

Love like an ache in the jaw

You’re the first day of spring

With a septum piercing

Little Miss Sweet Dreams, TN

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Ps: if this fic doesn’t surpass The Grinch Girl fic notes... there’s not going to be a part two😂😂 sorry...and Happy (late) International Women’s Day💪🏻💋🥰🥰

UPDATE: Part two is posted and it’s called- She’s thunderstorms

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[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: I’d love literally anything Flarrie, but I’d really like to see some Nick/Carrie friendship as well (I feel like however she’d come out, he’d be surprised but support her 1000000% and I never see fics featuring their friendship)

Anon, I’m not even joking, you might be my favourite person literally ever. Flarrie with a side of Carrie and Nick being best friends? Sign me the fuck up. I’ve had a serious case of writer’s block, so I can’t promise this is the best thing I’ve ever written, but I still love it. Also this is the first time I’ve ever written Nick, so it might be out of character, but I think I did pretty well. Thank you so much for suggesting this!

Title is from the Masterplan by Oasis because that song fits this fic beautifully.

Say It Loud and Sing It Proud

Carrie looked herself up and down in the mirror, certain she would find something amiss. Her hair was elegantly twirled into a braided crown, her makeup was all soft pinks and subtle glitter, and her dress fit her like a glove. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her appearance, and as far as she could think of there was nothing to be worried about for the night ahead at all, which made the hammering of her heart and the watering of her eyes all the more frustrating.

She had been so excited about tonight. It was Los Feliz’s school dance and everyone had been buzzing about it for weeks. Initially Carrie hadn’t been too bothered – just another party, just another dance, she had been to plenty of those in her lifetime. But then one thing had happened and Carrie had found herself more excited about the dance than she had ever thought possible. Now that same thing had her hands shaking and her breath hitching in her throat.

“Carrie?” Nick called from her bedroom. She had almost forgotten he was there. “Are you almost ready?”

She looked up into the mirror of her ensuite again, head tilted so that she could see the reflection of her bedroom behind her, the door thrown open wide between the two rooms. Nick was lying on her bed in his suave white suit, his shoes placed neatly at the end of the bed, scrolling through his phone in boredom. She didn’t blame him – he had been waiting for her to get ready for going on two hours and there were only so many apps a person could mindlessly switch between for hours on end.

She almost envied his boredom. She would have felt exactly the same had it not been for that one perfect, terrifying thing.

Carrie shook her head, steeled herself, took a deep breath. “Yeah, just give me another minute.”

There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. She repeated it in her head, a harsh mantra, one last desperate attempt to calm herself down. And with a final deep breath and glance in the mirror, she left the ensuite and perched herself primly on the end of her bed just beside Nick.

He looked up from his phone, sat up a little straighter and smiled at her. “You look great.”

Absently, Carrie remembered the days he used to say things like that in a romantic way. Compliments peppered here and there, usually followed by a kiss on the cheek or a gentle hug. She almost laughed – those days, thankfully, were far behind them and she was more happy being friends with Nick than she had ever been when they were dating.

“Thanks,” she said, trying for a smile. She wasn’t quite sure if she achieved one, but Nick made no comment so she took it as a win.

“So,” he said, sitting cross-legged in front of her. “Are you ever going to tell me who your date is for tonight?”

Carrie looked anywhere but at Nick. Ever since she had told him she had a date for the dance, he had been enthusiastically trying to guess who it was or trying to wheedle the information out of her himself. It would have been fine, a fun little bit of banter between the two of them, and eventually she would have told him – it was just that she and her date had agreed not to tell anyone until they arrived at the dance, that way they could let everyone know together. No awkward one-on-one conversations, no hurt feelings because one person knew before somebody else. It would be simpler that way.

Simple, Carrie thought, but absolutely petrifying.

“Nope,” she said brightly, forcing a giggle. “I told you, you’ll have to wait and find out.”

“Can I keep guessing then?” Nick asked.

Ah. That was the worst of it. Again, Carrie wouldn’t have minded Nick guessing. A little bit of light-hearted conversation to pass the time, an inside joke to laugh over. But there was just one problem that made Carrie endlessly uncomfortable.

All of Nick’s guesses so far had been boys.

Her date was most certainly not one of those.

It had all started about ten months ago, late August or early September, the very beginning of the school year. Carrie had turned up to her science class and had seen, to her utter dismay, a new seating plan displayed on the board. Teacher-made seating plans never worked out; Carrie would always end up sat next to someone she either hated or never spoke to. In this case, it had been the first option.

She had stalked over to her seat at the back of the classroom, already furious, and slammed her things down on the table. Sitting down, she scooted her chair as far away from the person beside her as possible, glowering all the while. The person had sighed loudly and Carrie heard shuffling as they turned to face her.

“Look,” Flynn had said, voice flat and clearly unhappy. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this either. But it’s one class and if we refuse to even try and get along with each other we’re just going to make it worse for both of us. So stop glaring at the seating plan like it killed your whole family and grow up.”

Carrie had blinked and slowly turned to look at Flynn. Her expression was as empty as her tone of voice. In a weird sort of way, it was intimidating – Carrie felt her insides squirm. There had been nothing she could have said in response (in fact she wasn’t sure she could have spoken even if she tried) so she just nodded and sat up straight primly, attention focused on their teacher.

She had never liked Flynn. There was just something about her that didn’t sit right. Maybe it was how bold and loud she was all the time, how she was so free and comfortable with herself. Maybe it was how she had become friends with Julie Molina and ever since then Carrie and Julie had drifted apart. Maybe it was how every time Carrie looked at Flynn her breath caught in her throat and her mind wandered and her heart beat faster and she wanted so desperately just to smile, which she didn’t understand at all.

Carrie had not liked Flynn, but she couldn’t deny that she was right about the seating plan. It was better to try and get on than to simply simmer in stony silence.

So they had tried. And to Carrie’s surprise, they hadn’t even had to try very hard. Their first conversations started off awkward and forced as they tried to unnaturally spark some kind of civility between them. After about a month, they had found themselves talking a lot more freely to one another, less effort needed, and silences became more comfortable.

But it wasn’t until an experiment went wrong one lesson and Carrie had ended up drenched from head to toe in water, Flynn crying with laughter like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen, that Carrie realised that maybe they had finally become friends. Ordinarily she would have been furious at Flynn (or anyone for that matter) for laughing at her when she was embarrassed, but as Flynn howled, breathless and giddy, Carrie found herself beginning to laugh too.

Since that day it had become easy. Carrie had started hanging out with Flynn’s friends more, reigniting her friendship with Julie, and soon enough Nick had joined their group as well. Carrie found herself and Flynn sharing inside jokes, texting each other all night long, meeting up on weekends just for the sake of seeing each other. Flynn even gave Carrie a nickname, only used on rare occasion – Care Bear. It was ironic, made because Carrie’s response to one too many things had been ‘I don’t care’.

For a while, they had been friends and happy that way. Every time Carrie saw Flynn, she thought her heart might burst with the giddy joy that only Flynn could instil in her. She had let herself smile that wide and bright smile she always wanted to when Flynn was around because it was allowed now. So many things were allowed now that they were friends, things Carrie had hardly even realised she wanted to do – she could hug Flynn, link arms with her, hold her hand, fall asleep on her shoulder during their sleepovers.

In fact, it was on one of those sleepovers that Carrie realised that those things she wanted to do might not have been purely friendly.

She had woken up before Flynn, sprawled on the sofa in the fort they had built (as had become a tradition for their sleepovers – who didn’t love building pillow forts?). She had stretched and rolled over, burrowing a little further into the covers, and caught sight of Flynn fast asleep on the air mattress on the floor. She looked so peaceful, wrapped in two blankets, her chest gently rising and falling as she breathed, her hair spilled over her face. Carrie had smiled and tenderly reached down to move a braid away from Flynn’s face.

Without thinking, she gently ran her thumb along Flynn’s cheek, still smiling to herself. Then she had stopped because what on Earth was she doing? And in that one moment she re-evaluated every interaction she’d ever had with Flynn, played out every moment in her head over and over again and realised in no uncertain terms that–

“I’m in love with you,” she had whispered dumbfoundedly. She didn’t think, just shook Flynn awake, more forcefully than was probably necessary. Flynn grumbled, but sat up, probably thinking there was an emergency. Carrie didn’t let her ask whatever question she probably had lined up, just repeated again so that Flynn could hear her this time, “I’m in love with you.”

Flynn’s expression had morphed from sleepy urgency to utter bewilderment to dawning realisation to pure elation.

“Really?” she had said, wide awake all of a sudden.

Carrie had just nodded – she had used up all her words.

Flynn beamed and launched herself forward, wrapping Carrie in a tight hug that she responded to as if it was the most natural thing in the world, all the both of them had been born to do.

Flynn spoke in tandem with the rising sun as its light streamed through the window and illuminated the two of them, holding onto each other, just four simple words: “I love you too.”

That had been three months ago. They had done a lot since then – officially labelled themselves girlfriends, gone on their first dates, had their first kiss. But one thing they hadn’t done was tell anyone they were together. At first it was because they had wanted to wait and see it they ‘worked’. After that, the time had never felt right, and as time went on the whole prospect had become more and more daunting.

Which was where the school dance came in. Flynn had been disappointed when Carrie had told her that she wasn’t planning on going.

“Oh, come on,” Flynn had whined, her fingers trailing through Carrie’s hair, sending shivers down her spine, “it’ll be fun! We’ll get to spend the whole night dancing and hanging out with our friends! Plus, I’m DJing for about an hour near the start so you’ve got to come and watch me.”

Carrie had remained unconvinced. “It’s just a dance. There’ll be one next year and the year after, it’s not like I’ll be missing much.”

“I want you to be there with me,” Flynn had said.

That in itself had almost been enough for Carrie – she turned to face her Flynn, whose expression was open and honest and adoring. She realised in that moment how lucky she was to have Flynn, this beautiful girl who loved and understood her and wanted her to see her doing something she was proud of. Someone who wanted to spend time with her because she couldn’t imagine anything better. Flynn was a stroke of luck, more valuable and more rare than a lottery win, and Carrie had the privilege of calling herself her girlfriend.

But nobody else knew.

“Okay,” Carrie had said, “but we’ve got to make it worthwhile.”

“It will be,” Flynn insisted, beaming. “Julie and the guys are performing as well, so that’ll be great, and I’m pretty su–”

“No,” Carrie interrupted, “I mean I have something specific in mind.”

Flynn went quiet, said nothing, nodded encouragingly.

Carrie had taken a deep breath and said, “What if we told everyone about us? Just show up and tell our friends and dance together and spend the night as Carrie-and-Flynn rather than just Carrie and Flynn?”

“Woah,” Flynn had breathed. Carrie had instantly regretted saying anything at all – was it too soon still? Did Flynn not want to move that fast? Did she not want to tell their friends at all? “Really?”

“We don’t have to,” Carrie said, turning away. She felt Flynn link their fingers together but still didn’t look back at her. “If you don’t want to then I get it.”

“I do want to,” Flynn said. Carrie turned to face her then and saw that her eyes were bright with tears. “Of course I want to. As long as you’re ready then I think we should go for it.”

Everything in Carrie had screamed at her to backtrack, to wait a little longer, that this was a mistake. But she had gripped Flynn’s hand tighter, pressed a kiss to her lips, and smiled.

“I’m ready.”

Just like that, she had gone from indifferent about the dance, to ecstatic, and now – sat on her bed beside Nick, watching him expectantly wait for her to reply – she was utterly dreading it.

“Sure,” she said now, voice thick, “you can keep guessing.”

Nick frowned and leaned back, propping himself up with his hands behind his back. “It doesn’t sound like you want me to.”

Carrie tried to look him in the eye, but just couldn’t manage it. She felt like her chest was going to burst, like her head was full of TV static. She heard Nick sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “if you don’t want me to pry then I won’t.”

“It’s not that,” Carrie assured him, quiet. She took her time as she spoke, grasping for the words – all of them felt out of her reach. “I don’t mind the guessing.”

“Then what is it?”

She looked at him. She knew Nick, she’d known him practically her entire life, ever since they were toddlers. She had dated him for two years and now considered him her closest friend. His expression now was kind, gently nudging her to say what was on her mind.

Carrie and Flynn had agreed not to tell anyone at all before the dance, but if anyone could ease Carrie’s mind it was Nick, and if she didn’t calm down soon then she wouldn’t be going to the dance at all.

So she chose to tell him.

“Flynn and I are dating,” she said, looking at her duvet instead of at him, throwing the words out in one breath so she couldn’t hesitate or stop herself. “We have been for three months and we’re supposed to be telling everyone tonight, but I just feel so nervous about it and I don’t even know why. And I wasn’t meant to tell you because we said we’d tell everyone together, but at this rate I don’t even think I can make it out of this room.”

Nick was silent for a moment. All he did was reach out and take Carrie’s hand, stilling its movement – she hadn’t realised, but she had been restlessly picking at her duvet cover and had almost worn a hole in it. He held her hand softly in his and squeezed it ever so slightly, just enough to give Carrie the courage to meet his eye.

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling. “I promise you. Everything is okay.”

Somehow she believed it. She nodded mutedly.

“There’s nothing to worry about, right?” Nick continued, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of her hand. The ticklish feeling was oddly grounding. “Are you and Flynn happy together?”

“Yes,” Carrie breathed.

“Does it matter what anyone else thinks of it?”

Carrie shrugged. “You. And the rest of our friends.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, so you don’t need to worry about that. And none of our friends have a problem with Alex and Willie – why would they have a problem with you and Flynn?”

She didn’t have an answer for that. A single tear slipped down her cheek and Nick pulled a fresh pack of tissues from his pocket. Gratefully, she took one and dabbed it away.

“It’s scary,” he said. “Of course it’s scary. But at the end of the day, it’s just you and the girl you care about being who you are. And that’s such a great thing. I guarantee that once you see Flynn tonight you’ll forget you were nervous at all in the first place.”

“You think so?” she asked weakly.

“I know so,” he replied, smiling.

There was a quiet pause in which Carrie wondered how she’d ever got lucky enough to have such wonderful people in her life.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Nick playfully punched her arm, lightening the mood just like that. “Don’t even mention it. And hey – thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I’m always here for you, you know that, right?”

She nodded. Of course she knew that.

“So,” Nick continued, “you like girls?”

Carrie giggled, still dabbing at her eyes, now more focused on not ruining her makeup than not crying. “Yes, I like girls.”

“And boys?” Nick asked hesitantly. Carrie shook her head. “Did you know that when we were dating?”

“No,” Carrie said. “I only figured it out a few months ago. Because of Flynn.”

To Carrie’s surprise, Nick beamed. She had expected him to be a little put out for reasons she couldn’t quite place, but if anything he looked happy.

“I’m glad you get to be yourself now,” he said.

Carrie pushed him playfully because her two options were joke about the situation or burst into tears, and she knew which one she would rather do.

She checked the time and realised that they definitely needed to leave sooner rather than later, so stood up and slipped her shoes on, putting the final touches to her outfit as Nick asked careful questions about her and Flynn. It was nice, finally being able to gush about her girlfriend without the fear of accidentally outing herself. As she was talking to Nick, she realised she should probably have told Flynn that Nick knew.

She sent her a quick text: I was nervous so I told Nick about us, sorry if that ruins things? Xx

To her relief, Flynn replied almost instantly with: lol it’s fine, I told Julie xx

Carrie couldn’t help but laugh to herself, mingled with a sigh of relief. At least Flynn was seemingly nervous too.

Luckily, Carrie’s house wasn’t too far away from Los Feliz. She and Nick took the short walk there, easy banter flowing between them – most of Carrie’s nerves had subsided, but there was still a nagging doubt at the back of her mind that maybe this was all a mistake. She tried to distract from it by focusing on her chat with Nick, making herself laugh a little louder than was perhaps natural, forcing smiles too wide. As they neared the entrance to the school, she couldn’t keep the act up anymore and let her smile fall.

Nick softly laid his hand on her back and Carrie took a deep breath.

“You got this,” he said encouragingly, smiling gently. “You’re Carrie Wilson – you can do anything you put your mind to.”

Hardly realising she was doing it, Carrie slipped her hand into Nick’s, some old comforting reminder of the unbreakable bond they had. It grounded her, even if it didn’t still her nerves.

Together they entered the school and made their way towards the hall where the pulsing music rocked the building’s foundations, blue and pink lights streaked into the hallway, and the vibrant cheers and chatter from the students of Los Feliz echoed like thunder. In some last-ditch grab for calm, Carrie stepped in ahead of Nick.

The hall had been decorated marvellously, but Carrie hardly saw it. The second she had walked in, her eyes had trained on the stage where Flynn was stood behind the DJ set. She looked radiant, her hair pulled away from her face with butterfly clips, her dress every shade of the sunset glowing in the fluorescent lights, her smile bright and gleeful. She looked distracted though – Carrie watched as Flynn’s eyes scanned the room, searching for something.

Or someone.

Searching for Carrie.

Her nerves were suddenly long gone. Her hand fell from Nick’s and she pushed her way through the crowd, ending up in front of the stage, directly in front of Flynn. Their eyes met, and Carrie knew that the happiness in Flynn’s eyes was mirrored in her own. Nick had been right; just seeing Flynn being her beautiful self had melted Carrie’s worries away.

“You made it!” Flynn called, moving her headphones away from her ears, yelling over the music. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now I’m with you,” Carrie called back. She was aware of how soppy the line was, how cheesy and predictable, but it was true. Seeing Flynn had made everything feel alright.

“I’ll come and catch up with you after I finish my set,” Flynn told her. “The others are sat over there, I’ll be as quick as I can!”

Waving goodbye, Carrie hurried over to where Flynn had pointed. Julie and Luke were sat close beside each other in their matching outfits, Luke talking Julie’s ear off as she watched him with a fond expression; Alex and Willie were with each other, hands clasped firmly together, heads bowed in private conversation; Nick had joined Reggie and the two were already wrapped up in an animated conversation. Carrie smiled to herself and sat down beside Julie.

Julie turned away from Luke momentarily, just long enough to give Carrie a smile that said a thousand things in just one second. There was one overwhelming message in it though: I’m happy for you both.

Carrie gave a tiny smile back, then turned to watch as Flynn wrapped up her set and left the stage empty, bounding over to the group. It was at that moment that Carrie realised they hadn’t exactly worked out how they were going to reveal to their friends that they were an item – this whole thing could turn incredibly awkward very quickly if neither of them knew what they were doing.

Thankfully, it seemed Flynn wasn’t as worried.

She reached the group, ignored their friends exclamations of, “Nice job, Flynn,” and, “You killed it,” in favour of cupping Carrie’s face in her hands and pressing a firm but loving kiss to her lips. Out of surprise, Carrie didn’t react, but Flynn pulled away quickly anyway, an ecstatic smile on her face. She pulled a chair up, sat beside Carrie, and gripped her hand tightly.

“Did you like my set?” Flynn asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“It was amazing,” Carrie gushed, fiddling with Flynn’s fingers between her own. “You were amazing.”

Flynn smiled and flicked her hair over her shoulder, proud of herself.

“Is this a thing now?”

Luke had interrupted their moment without a moment’s hesitation. He was leaned over the table past Julie (who was smirking knowingly), and it was only then that Carrie noticed she and Flynn had Alex, Willie, Reggie, and Nick’s eyes on them too. She looked in the only direction that felt safe – towards Flynn. Flynn smiled, pulled Carrie closer by her hand, and shrugged.

“Of course it’s a thing,” she said like it was obvious, like it was common knowledge.

There was no awkward pause, no judgemental looks, no hint that anyone might not have reacted positively. In fact, it was quite the opposite – Alex was out of his seat in a moment, catching Carrie in a hug and telling her in no uncertain terms that he was proud of her; Willie and Reggie reached over to Flynn and the three of them quickly performed the secret handshake they’d made a few months prior; Luke looked utterly dumbfounded, like he hadn’t seen this coming in the slightest, but he was grinning; and Julie and Nick were both watching Flynn and Carrie with private, kind smiles.

Carrie had never felt so loved.

The night flew past. It was a whirlwind of colour and smiles and laughter and dancing and food and drink and joy and love. Carrie had howled with laughter as Alex, Luke, and Reggie had attempted the lift from Dirty Dancing but failed miserably; she had danced along with Flynn, Willie, and Nick as Julie and the Phantoms performed their set; she pulled Flynn to sit in her lap when they both got too tired to carry on dancing.

Eventually, Carrie and Nick broke away from the group to get everyone drinks. While they were over at the refreshment table, Nick nudged Carrie with his shoulder.

“What?” she said.

He smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders. “I’m proud of you. And I love you.”

She rolled her eyes, supressing a smile. “Shut up.”

A moment later though, she added a quiet, “I love you too.”

The night began to draw to a close and the final songs started playing. Carrie was brimming with giddy excitement still, but it had dulled as exhaustion began to weigh her down. The room felt hazy and dizzy as everyone grew tired, but still Carrie wanted to stay there forever, beside Flynn (who somehow still looked full of energy), holding her hand and simply existing with her.

Until a slow song began to play and couples flooded the dance floor.

Julie and Luke were the first of their group to gravitate towards the gathering crowd, Alex and Willie hot on their heels. Reggie tugged Nick to the dance floor, telling him he didn’t want to be left out and they could dance together even if they weren’t a couple. So Flynn and Carrie were left together, hand in hand by the edge of the dance floor.

Flynn looked to Carrie, something sentimental and sweet in her depthless brown eyes. Carrie thought that if she looked into them for too long she’d never be able to look away – Flynn had that effect on her, always pulling her closer, drawing her in. She loved it more than words could say.

“May I have this dance?” Flynn offered, tone light and joking. It didn’t mean that Carrie missed the underlying nerves – it seemed that this was the first thing all night to really rattle Flynn. Something as simple as a slow dance.

So Carrie decided to be brave.

“You never have to ask to dance with me,” she said, beaming, and pulled Flynn onto the dance floor.

They fell into a soft rhythm naturally, in the centre of the floor, swaying in tandem with each other. Flynn’s arms were linked around Carrie’s neck, and Carrie planted her hands gently on Flynn’s waist. For a while, they simply looked at each other, the silence between them too meaningful to be broken by anything other than the slow song that played in the background. But after a while, Flynn rested her head on Carrie’s shoulder. Carrie felt Flynn’s eyes flutter shut against her skin, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m glad we did this,” she whispered, her own eyes falling shut as they swayed together. She wasn’t taking any notice of what she was saying, but she knew she meant every word. “This feels right. I’m so happy I get to be with you – you mean everything to me.”

“I love you,” Flynn said, her breath warm on Carrie’s neck and collarbone.

“I love you too,” she breathed.

That night, Flynn stayed at Carrie’s house because it was just that little bit closer to school than her own. By the time they arrived there, Carrie’s dad had gone to bed and the house was quiet and calm, only lit by the light of the moon, washing in through the large windows. Carrie led Flynn upstairs to her bedroom – both of them were so tired that they fell into Carrie’s bed without bothering to put their pyjamas on or get ready for bed in any way.

Carrie shuffled about, folding herself around Flynn, her face tucked into Flynn’s hair. Not for the first time, she thought about how lucky she was to have Flynn, this wonderful girl who was all hers, who loved her and was loved by her in return.

“Hey,” she whispered, half asleep already, “thank you for tonight.”

“Thank you,” Flynn yawned, eyes opening just enough to look at Carrie, a small smile on her face. “You’re the one who made it special, Care Bear. I’m proud of us.”

Carrie kissed her, just once, gently. It was the kind of soft kiss that felt like it would shatter the Earth if it ever stopped, or like Carrie’s heart would stop beating if Flynn ever stopped touching her.

“I’m proud of us too,” she whispered.

It was impossible to imagine that it was in this very room just hours before that Carrie had been dreading going to the dance. Now she was glad she had gone because it hadn’t been just another party, just another dance, and there certainly wouldn’t be another one like it for as long as she lived.

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[rebelliouslala]

4 Something

warnings- language, mentions of drugs, blood, only a mention of gore and wound details

word count- 1.5k

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You stumbled into the elevator, leaning against the faux wood walls and sighed deeply from the throbbing pain, just a bit to the left of your kidney. The elevator smelled of piss and pure arse, and the blood, and gory, textured wood behind you was close enough to make you pass out. You held the bloodied flannel to your gun wound, tightly and the sleeve of the shirt to your nose. You muttered softly as you groggily pressed the down button to the parking lot, and for the doors to close.

As the doors, sheen with a shit colour, began to shut, you noted the foot that propped the doors open.

“Ah, Y/n, you’re not leaving your best friend behind, right! Especially since he holds all of the powder.”

You looked up, to see a tall man smile, his eyes gently closing as he pulled the doors open, his muscles raging against his tight black tee. You sighed quietly, and take off our belt. You cracked it against the wall, and it becomes stiff, revealing itself as a truncheon. You smiled a bit cockily, “Stupid, I’ll-!”

You found yourself sneezing, and hissing at the same time, inhaling your own bacteria and the carcass scent as you groaned loudly.

“JOHNNY!”

The man scoffed, and tightened your gun wound with the needle, snipping off the string with his bare teeth. With a kick, he pushed away, the desk chair sliding to the small counter between you two. “Next time maybe just relax when I have to carry you home?”

You blinked slowly, but nodded. Another Tuesday, and another haul of work for Ripple. You began to drank the water your partner had given you, and the two small brown pills as you looked around.

The two of you, since age 17, had taken particular barren buildings on the Northern side of the city as homes like this singular abandoned asylum. Traveling with just two cardboard boxes for clothes and essentials, and small backpacks. Before The Ripple had begun to even hire you, or Johnny for that matter, for your talents. 

For the jobs.

“What’s the matter?”

You saw his hands on your waist. You were slightly leaning on the barred window. You haven’t looked at his hands in a bit. A lot could change after 5 months, as you noted his dirt flaked fingers, and the darkened scars on the back of his hands. Despite his roughened hands, they were gentle to hold you. They allowed you, invited you, to you smile to yourself, and lean against his solid body. 

“Ah, just a little tired.” You shrugged off, as the painkillers you had swallowed began to take affect. “how long are we-?”

“4k, or something. Two jobs, tops,” Johnny put his arms around you and chuckled as he looked at the rising sun. “Then we’re outta Baise City.”

You both shivered as a southern breeze nudged you both. It was nice though, the building was much too humid, and, he said it. Those warm words. Two. Just two more jobs. Then you’re out. You and Youngho, out of the island, out of the hellhole you and he were currently contracted on.

Your phone rang. Speak of the Devil. You grabbed it quickly before you heard a yawn. You gently punched Johnny in the gut to shush him.

“Evening.”

“It’s dawn.” You turned your back against the sunrise, and glanced at the drugs Johnny had carried, on a roach infested table, next to a cardboard box of yours.

“Dawn?” the voice said, startled. “Well, besides the point. Mr. Money sent John his money. We need you to come in later, we are partnering someone else with you.”

You frowned, and walked to the singular mattress at the corner of the room, sitting on it. Johnny followed, looking at his phone and giving you an “okay” sign that the caller did not lie. You were too busy pushing away any small rodents, the occasional bug from the bed. Johnny tried to sit next to you, furrowing his brows to read your expression.

“Do we have to split it or something? I thought he and I were always enough for you.” You said.

“You are, you are, well, uh, Sushi cannot make it.”

You scoffed, “John is much more than capable-,”

“I-uh, I don’t suggest trying to fight with, y’know, Dreamer’s orders.” 

You sighed loudly, this time just in mental pain. “Fine, whatever,”

“Come here at 16:30. Oh, remind yourself to tell John to stop snooping around our powder. Thanks.”

“Sorry, Vic.”

“Don’t mention it. See ya.”

You repeat the phrase, before hanging up.

You sighed deeply, blinking and laying against the bed.

Johnny laid next to you. He softly cleared his throat, looking at a message at his phone, before he craned his neck at you. “Wanna go out to eat?”

You tilt your head down, before smirking a little. “Well, I dunno Youngho, did I get shot?”

You and Johnny exchanged glances at each other, his eyes sure, a knot in your upper stomach, tightening slightly, as the door opened.

The Ripple was made up, essentially, with 7 people. The penthouse they owned was a part of the huge building they owned next to one of the only peaceful grounds, the Wavy Park, and the entire Western neighborhood as their personal territory. The men in question, were, Victory, Dreamer, Mr. Money, Sushi, Henry, Smalls, and Jewel. At least that’s what they called themselves.

The house was almost as big as the floor you and Johnny slept on, and instead of the horrid strong piss smell you were accustomed to, you instead smelled the first scent of oranges being peeled, and jasmine. Oh and with that alluring jasmine, you began to relax. The Ripple home always made you feel happy again.

“Ah, Y/n, John, we missed ya.” Jewel said, he had many piercings along his ears, and his eyes shone brightly as the gems he wore on his fingers. “You’re gonna love him.” Henry and Smalls took the duffel bags of the powder drugs, and started to move it to someplace upstairs, nodding at you both.

As always, Sushi was there to hug you and Johnny extremely tightly. Sushi was a big tall man with always a big enough smile to hold sushi in his mouth. He led you both to the main living area, as he sat down. Being the size he is, his knees popped out as if he was sitting in child furniture. Johnny smiled at him, “So, got any news for us about this new, partner?”

You nodded as Sushi thought, “Well, he’s pretty cool I guess! I know he likes to use katanas.”

Johnny widened his eyes, “He gets to use katanas?!”

You scoffed, obviously jealous, “That’s bullshit.”

“I guess,” you and Johnny turned immediately, before bowing your heads. Respect was a given, always, to the boss.

The Ripple commander, Mr. Money, had this sort of aura that said for you and Johnny to bow down, or else. Today he wore a suit, it being a dark greyish blue, and its flannel outline colours were traced with a flower pink, and lavender as he softly sighed. None of disappointment, at least from what you could tell.

“Good morning.” he said with bliss. “I see Victory told you everything?”

“Yes.” You and John muttered.

“Good, good, uh, Sushi, get their things ready. This job by the way, might as well be your last.”

You looked up now, and glared at your boss. You felt yourself get a little shy, yes it was his house but why didn’t he have a shirt- “Fuck no. Nuh uh. We spent nearly a fuckin decade with you. You cannot kick us out now!”

“Misunderstanding me is very much what I expected. However, it’s because, with Yuta,”

You looked around as you freeze. A man came in from behind, in the kitchen area. He was a bit younger than Johnny, with a few scars on his left cheek. He wore, what had, had to be an expensive suit. He wore silver chains that suited his bright red outfit, which almost the colour of your face. And, what raged you the most;

He held two katanas in each hand. He looked at you, and you realized he wore a light shade of makeup.

“He wants to work with us. With him, this job could be your last. It’ll be 17k, and you won’t even have to split.” Mr. Money gives Johnny the file. “Just come back when it’s done.”

Yuta blinked a little slowly as he bent down, to show like the Boss, he only had a small black shirt hiding his chest.

“Let’s do this well.” the man mumbled. To you or the boss, you had no idea.

You stared at him the entire way as he came to kneel and listen to the job. The knot in your stomach had redone itself, at least five times. You finally took your eyes away, and shook your head as you began to breathe normally.

Last job, you reminded yourself. This is the last job. And no way are you letting some, pretty boy assassin ruin it now. “So,” you crossed your arms. “What’s the assignment, John?”

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Once a Leader, Always a Leader

FanFiction: Sweet Home (Netflix)

Chapter 4 - ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

He raised his hands and observed them for a second and then laid them back on his thighs without a word.

"How do you feel?" Ji-Su asked and slowly stood up from the mattress. Eun-Hyuk looked at her in thought and simply said: "Still the same."

"Monster-same or human-same?" Eun-Yu added and watched him curiously. He looked at her and rose to his feet.

"Since my eyesight didn't get worse again, I'd say monster-same," he said and looked around, scratching the back of his head.

"We should make some food plan... and a plan in general. How to stay safe–" he said, not giving his change much attention but got interrupted by his sister.

"You destroy monsters by touch, right? So... if you stay sane, you are keeping us safe, no?"

He gave her a long look and gave out a quiet 'hm'.

"What? Am I wrong? And what do you do exactly to them? You said you're gonna tell me later."

"Uhm... Do you remember the first monster we encountered?" Eun-Hyuk asked.

"The lady monster with that nasty tounge?" Hye-In said.

"Yeah... she ate people, right? I... eat other monsters," he added quietly.

"You eat monsters? That's great! You're basically superior to them? With that scream and all," Eun-Yu said in excitement, sensing some sort of hope for them.

"Maybe... but I shouldn't eat them so much. It changes me."

"How?" Ji-Su wondered.

"I... I am not sure yet. But then again, that's the only way I know how to properly get rid off them and keep you safe," he said in a low voice.

"Maybe it's like a power boost? No? That would come in handy," Eun-Yu said.

"Even if... even if it was like that... what if it comes with a cost? I don't want to lose my sanity," Eun-Hyuk admitted. Ji-Su stood up and approached him, touching his shoulder gently.

"I bet that if you stay with us... you can stay the way you are, huh? Like Cha Hyun-Su... he was also able to come back."

Eun-Hyuk looked her in the eyes without a smile but nodded, appreciating what she said.

"That's another thing... I need to find him. But I am not sure how."

"Let's do that together then. We have the van-" Eun-Yu said but stopped when she noticed her brother staring at her, "What?" she cried out angrily.

"He could be anywhere...," Hye-In said.

"Honestly, I don't know what's the best decision to make... we could be looking for him for a long time... can we really live in a small van?" Eun-Hyuk asked and looked at the children who have been silently sitting on the mattress and then looked down at his hands. I need to find out if I can control my turns. Why am I suddenly like this again?

Ji-Su noticed how Eun-Hyuk watched his hands curiously and asked: "Are you in control of the changes happening to you?"

He looked up at her and stayed silent for a bit before saying: "I... need to figure that out."

"Alright, so... let's have breakfast, pack and then figure out if you have it under control, alright?" Ji-Su said.

Everyone agreed with Ji-Su's suggestion, mainly because everyone was getting pretty hungry already. All of them also properly washed themselves since they haven't had the opportunity for a while and probably won't get one for the time being.

After all that, they got all their bags and supplies into the van, as well as the children and the dog.

"So... what now?" Hye-In asked, glancing at Eun-Hyuk who warily looked around.

"I think we aren't alone," he said quietly and his gaze stopped at the opposite house, "we should-"

Eun-Hyuk didn't finish his sentence because a very thin looking but quite tall monster jumped from behind the building and was now standing in front of them.

"Fuck!" Eun-Yu cursed and quickly jumped into the van, "Eun-Hyuk, get rid of him!"

However, he didn't know what was wrong, but he couldn't draw his claws out, let alone find the strength for his monster-scream.

"I... I think... we gotta just bounce. Get in! Quickly!" he commanded and ran to the van and sat down into the driver's seat, Ji-Su sitting down next to him. Eun-Hyuk quickly started the engine and stepped on the gas, driving away from the monster.

"So, you don't know how it works, then?" Ji-Su asked with an alarmed voice.

"Well," Eun-Hyuk said but a loud thud on the van's roof made him look up, "shit."

Something looking like a hand clawed its way through the roof and was now hanging in between Eun-Hyuk and Ji-Su, trying to reach at least something.

"You've got a weapon?" Eun-Hyuk asked and tried to shake off the monster by driving from side to side of the road.

"I... a knife in my backpack," she said and quickly opened her red backpack, looking for it. The monster's hand was jiggling around and came close to grabbing Eun-Hyuk's head.

Eun-Hyuk's first instinct was to bite into the palm agressively which made the monster give out a distorted cry. Ji-Su stared at it in disbelief, noticing that Eun-Hyuk's teeth didn't resemble anything a human would have in his mouth.

Eun-Hyuk quickly glanced at Ji-Su and then back at the road and tried to encourage her with a :"Cmmhn."

Ji-Su shook away the stupor an stabbed the monsters wrist, trying to cut through it, however the knife got stuck in the arm and didn't move at all.

"I can't cut it off!" Ji-Su cried out. Eun-Hyuk quickly grabbed her hand and put them onto the steering wheel and then got a tight grasp on that monster's arm. He felt that his jaws and teeth have changed and hoped that he could rely on them for now, biting deep into the monster's arm, ripping it off with ease. The arm fell down with an unpleasant squishy noice. Eun-Hyuk then grabbed the steering wheel and made an unexpected turn, shaking off the monster off the car.

Ji-Su watched Eun-Hyuk's focused eyes and his face which was now covered in the monster's goo-ish blood.

"What about the arm?" she asked weakly.

Eun-Hyuk's eyes landed on the monster's arm and picked it up with his right hand.

"Throw it out?" he suggested and handed it to Ji-Su who then opened the car door and with a fast movement, threw out the arm.

"So... do you know now how to change?" Ji-Su asked after a while and looked Eun-Hyuk.

"As you can see," he said, showing her his teeth which still were very inhuman, "not really, no. It's still somehow instinctual... and that sucks."

Ji-Su didn't answer and the silence was kept until Eun-Yu violently opened the blackened window that separated them and the back of the van.

"I want to see what is happening over here, jesus fucking christ. That was a monster, right?" she said and looked at Eun-Hyuk, noticing the slowly-drying goo on his face.

"Yeah, it was a monster," Ji-Su calmly answered and looked back at her.

"We should find a gas station and get some gas," Eun-Hyuk said as his eyes landed on the blinking gas symbol in front of him.

"You should probably clean off first, you look disgusting," Eun-Yu answered, relying on her attitude to cover how frightful she just felt from the whole situation.

"Yeah, that, too," he said and gave her a quick glance before returning his gaze to the road. "I have a bad feeling, though..."

"What feeling?" Ji-Su asked alarmed.

"I... I can't really explain it but I think we aren't that far from other monsters. Like a lot of them," Eun-Hyuk replied.

"So, turn the fucking van around!" Eun-Yu said angrily.

"That's no good, either. The monster that attacked us just before brought attention to us as well. What I am saying is that we'll just have to drive through somehow. We are basically surrounded."

"You better get that abysmal scream back, young man," Hye-In commented from the back as she nervously patted her dog. Meanwhile, Su-Yeong and Yeong-Su were clutching onto each other, sensing the gloomy atmosphere in the van. Eun-Hyuk did not answer, though, and only kept on driving.

It didn't take long for them to see multiple monsters ahead of them. A few of them seemed a bit agitated and tried to attack each other. Eun-Hyuk stopped the car and looked at Ji-Su.

"Take over the driving, I'll get their attention so you can pass them, alright?" Eun-Hyuk said, undoing his seatbelt. Eun-Yu quickly grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails into it which made her brother turn his around.

"Are you CRAZY? You aren't going anywhere!" she said loudly.

"Shh, Eun-Yu," he tried to get her hand off his shoulder but she would not let go of his t-shirt, "I will be fine," he added.

"You said that the last time!"

"And I am here, aren't I?" he said and opened the door a bit.

"If you leave, I'll really hate you then!" she exclaimed, not having enough time to think of a proper argument. She only received the smile he always gave her. The smile that meant that whatever she said to him, he did not take it personally and only saw the message in between the lines. He jumped out of the van and began jogging to the monsters.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Eun-Yu cried out, feeling her eyes tear up. Ji-Su climbed over to the driver's seat and watched Eun-Hyuk who already won the monsters' attention.

"Jesus, this doesn't look good," Ji-Su said under her breath, staring at Eun-Hyuk who now stood in front of the approaching monster and didn't seem to be turning into one to save himself. It didn't take long before one short but very bulky monster jumped Eun-Hyuk, pinning him underneath him. The other monsters seemed to copy the first one and tried to get to Eun-Hyuk as well.

Eun-Yu couldn't hold in her whimpers anymore and let the tears flow down her cheeks heavily. "It's so many of them," Eun-Yu whispered.

"We better get the hell out of here," Ji-Su said quietly, remembering that Eun-Hyuk said that the monsters are also behind them and stepped on the gas, driving fast pass the hoard of monsters, climbing on each other just to get to Eun-Hyuk. Hye-In watched the bloodcurdling scene they have been passing.

"Why are they so into getting him, though?" Hye-In asked in a weak voice as they finally passed the monsters. "Isn't that weird?"

"Who the fuck cares?!" Eun-Yu yelled at her and sat down next to Yeong-Su who started crying, too.

"I guess it is weird, yeah..." Ji-Su commented, not able to take her eyes off the road in front of her, feeling stunned from what had just happened. What would I give to hear that haunting shriek, again, Ji-Su thought.

In a few minutes, they have reached something that resembled a gas station and decided to stop there. "Eun-Hyuk said to get gas... would somebody come with me if they have any canisters left?" Ji-Su asked in a faint tone, looking back at the gang.

"I'll go with you," Eun-Yu said shortly and opened the back door, jumping out of the van. Ji-Su followed her outside as well. The gas station was pretty wrecked, but it seemed that inside the shop, there were still some supplies.

"We should get everything we can get our hands on," Ji-Su said. Eun-Yu started marching towards the shattered door but Ji-Su's hand stopped her. "Wait," she whispered, "let's be careful, monsters can be in there."

"I don't care," Eun-Yu shook off her hand and walked right into the store.

"Jesus," Ji-Su rolled her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the knife handle and went inside, too.

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[spicysoftsweet]

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Baji Keisuke was the king of mixed signals, Kumi decided, the thought leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

There was a part of her that wondered if that night had been a dream, if she had been so hurt she’d manage to dream up a situation where Baji’s feelings for her were crystal clear now that she wore her heart on her sleeve. There was another part of her that wondered if she’d conjured up every good thing about him in her head to ignore the type of person he actually was.

The type of person who would do this.

“I’m fine.”

Chifuyu pulled away from Kumi’s hands that slowly reached for the bandages surrounding half his face but not enough that she couldn’t gently touch the sides of his face with her shaking fingers, moving his head from side to side to get a closer look.

Kaksi fumed nearby and Takemichi paled, wondering if it was wrong to have gone to the two girls for intel as Kumi’s eyes ran over Chifuyu’s injuries. Kumi was gravely silent, her mind clearly racing a mile a minute despite the neutral expression she bore.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” Kaksi yelled, genuinely and righteously upset. She had been tolerating his odd behavior towards her, towards Kumi, towards everyone so far, but this - this was possibly the last straw for her.

If he could do this to his friend, then what was the point?

“He has a reason,” Chifuyu started, but Kaksi wouldn’t have it.

“Bullshit! You can barely see!”

Kumi let her hands drop to her side and nervously ran a hand through her hair as she took a couple steps. Chifuyu gave her a once-over, unclear of how to gauge her reaction and then turned back to Kaksi whose fists were clenched and positively vibrated with rage.

“It was a…,” Chifuyu paused, unsure if he really needed to explain all of this to these girls, then continued, “test of faith.”

Kumi let out a sudden nervous laugh, crossing her arms.  “So he goes to church now?”

She was somewhere between upset and irritated, then apologized for being curt.

Takemichi suddenly spoke up.

“Baji left Toman for another gang called Valhalla... Which was what I was going to talk to you about, but it seems like you didn’t know,” he said, a little bit of disappointment in his voice. "We were at their hideout and then this-"

Chifuyu shot him a glance that suggested he was talking too much and Takemichi paled before trailing off.

Kumi’s eyebrows furrowed. He had been wearing Toman’s garb when he came to see her just days ago… or had she just imagined it?

“Did something happen?” She asked. "Like a fight or something?" At least to her, Toman had always been Baji’s priority; she couldn’t imagine him suddenly changing his mind now, unless there had been an incident.

Plus he had talked to her like nothing happened, but then again, she had felt like something was strange about him for the past few weeks.

What else did she not know?

Takemichi shook his head, and Kaksi grew impatient, both with the fact that Takemichi had no useful information to offer and the simple fact that he knew things that she didn’t, that Kumi didn’t, and she still had no idea where this guy had come from.

It was suspicious - maybe she was even a little jealous - how quickly Takemichi had gotten Mikey to open up. Something she had wanted for so long-

She didn’t know why she was thinking this way, back to the matter at hand.

“Where’s Valhalla’s hideout? We’re going there right now,” Kaksi declared.

Chifuyu let out a small incredulous laugh before his eyes widened when he realized she was dead serious. He looked at Takemichi who looked genuinely horrified, then at Kumi whose eyes were lowered, now deciding that her fingers and thumbs were suddenly very interesting to her. He couldn’t sense the turmoil inside her, and Kaksi was too righteously upset to notice by now.

Maybe Kaksi needed an outlet. She’d spent enough time feeling sorry for herself and now was ready to raise hell.

“Where is it?” She repeated to Takemichi.

Takemichi startled and Chifuyu gave him a warning look.

“Don’t tell them, Takemitchy.”

Kaksi glared at Chifuyu.

“If you don’t tell us, we’ll go find it ourselves. It won’t take a lot of asking to find out if it was that easy for you guys to find, after all,” she threatened. “Let’s go, Kumi,” she said, now grabbing Kumi, who seemed lost in her own world, by the wrist.

Kumi resisted as Kaksi pulled, and this actually surprised her.

“I-I don’t want to see him,” she finally admitted in a small voice, not looking up. “Or Kazutora,” she murmured. “I think we should just stay out of it this time.”

Kaksi genuinely appeared to be in shock.

“What?”

Kaksi let go of her arm gently, her rage fading slightly.

“Kumi?”

Kumi looked up at her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to think anymore,” she said, a tear finally breaking loose and rolling down her cheek.

Was he good? Bad? Kind then not? Did she even know him? Even if he supposedly liked her now, she couldn’t forget that he was once her bully in some capacity, especially looking at Chifuyu’s battered face now, she wondered if there was something she was missing, and if he’d snap at her too.

Don’t hate me if I mess up.

What did that even entail?

Kaksi walked over to her crying friend and put her arms around her. “You don’t have to come if you’re worried, I get it,” she reassured her.

Kumi nodded.

“But I’m going,” she continued, pulling back now. Kumi’s tears had the opposite effect, making Kaksi even more adamant that she give the two - at the very least, Baji - a piece of her mind. “Takemichi, you’re coming with me,” she insisted.

“What?!”

Kaksi was already off, somehow in the right direction, and Takemichi and Chifuyu found themselves following suit before they knew it.

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The smoke that greeted the four of them - Kumi had decided she wasn’t going to let her friend go on her own after all - was suffocating, even though the doors to the abandoned arcade were still technically closed.

Kumi held onto the sleeve of Kaksi’s shirt reflexively, slightly behind her and with her other hand subconsciously raised before her. Yes, she’d been around delinquents for the past two years, but she’d never been in or even close to the fray, and without having even stepped foot to breach the hideout, she could already tell she and her best friend were in incredibly hostile territory. Just the simple act of stepping over a ‘no trespassing’ had set her on edge.

“Now that you see it, will you go home already?” Chifuyu finally said, exasperated. The four of them had stalled in their advancement, possibly because Kaksi had had a moment of clarity, and Chifuyu expected them to go back.

However, the glass doors suddenly slid open, revealing a couple of grunts that were clearly low on the hierarchy. The taller of the two unnecessarily mature-looking teenagers looked at the four of them, probably having kept watch from outside, and laughed once he saw Chifuyu.

“You’re here for another beating? Didn’t have enough?” He jeered.

“And that scared bitch from Toman is here again, and he brought extra bitches with him!” The other laughed, hands still shoved in the white Walhalla jacket uniform as he threw his head back. Before Kaksi could turn and start running, he’d already grabbed her by her hair and started to drag her inside despite kicking and screaming.

Kumi screamed after her and tried to pry his hands off her friend but immediately was scooped up from behind and restrained by the second watchman.

“Fuck!” Chifuyu hissed, running in after the two of them, cursing himself for having tried to call Kaksi’s bluff rather than firmly telling them to mind their own business. He hadn’t anticipated either of them actually being this stupid, and now...

He threw a punch that connected with Kaksi’s captor’s back, but wasn’t enough to get Kaksi free, narrowly dodging a heavy kick launched in his direction.

“Let go of me, you piece of shit!” Kaksi shrieked, thrashing as Kumi began to wail for help, muffled by the clasp of a dirty hand over her mouth.

The shuffling of hands and fists and kicks right outside the hideout was loud enough that the inside stirred with excitement. The two girls were dragged in along with Takemichi and Chifuyu closely behind, brought in by additional gang members.

Kumi, and even Kaksi, were afraid enough by now, being ogled by all these strange boys, more unfriendly and harsh-looking, jeering boys (and probably some adult men) than they’d ever been in their life.

This had been a terrible idea, Kaksi thought, as fire tore through her scalp from the hold on her hair.

“Hey, we got visitors!” The first boy, grip on Kaksi’s hair still unrelenting. The taunts and whoops and leers grew louder, as they were brought to the leaders of the crew. Kaksi considered for a minute that she was done for - she knew what some gangs could do to a girl like her.

But Kazutora would never be part of those gangs, right?

“You’ve got what?”

Kaksi gasped, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Visi-”

The harsh thwock of knuckles hitting flesh almost silenced the crowd, and Kaksi felt herself get yanked backwards as the man dragging her toppled backwards.

“I’ll fucking kill you, you piece of shit!” Kazutora was on top of the crumpled body in seconds, dealing additional punches on either side of the teen’s face, his teeth bared in a vicious expression.

Kumi gasped as she watched the growing crowd freeze as Kazutora laid into the young man’s face, and the one who had restrained her released her immediately and set her down on her feet, surprising her even. From just a few feet away, she noticed Baji, also in Valhalla garb, new and nothing like the Toman uniform, glaring past her, his fists clenched as though he were itching for a fight as well.

The guy who had let go of her bowed, begging Kazutora to stop on behalf of his partner, and the young man paid him absolutely no mind, until another young man laughed loudly.

“Kazutora, we get it, she’s off limits,” he chuckled, as he walked forward. Kazutora paused, expression still frozen, then turned to look at Kaksi and frowned before getting to his feet.

He opened his mouth as though he planned to say something, then changed his mind. To Kumi, he looked blankly, then asked flatly,

“Did these bastards tell you where this place was?”

Kazutora pointed directly at Chifuyu and Takemichi’s general direction, the two also frozen in place as they stared at the bloodied pulp on the ground.

Kumi froze, then nodded slowly then shook her head quickly.

“T-they didn’t want us to come… but Kaksi forced it so-”

Baji stepped forward at this time, giving her a harsh look, mean enough that she could feel her stomach turn, then walked towards Chifuyu. Chifuyu actually flinched, a microscopic action, but Kumi and Baji both noticed, and the latter might have even been angered by it.

“Did I hit you too hard the other day or not hard enough?” Baji spat. “Why the fuck would you bring her here?” His fists clenched tighter and he leaned forward and before Kumi knew it, she’d moved closer to him, pulling his arm gently.

“Please stop.”

He shrugged her off instantly, staring down Chifuyu. Kumi tried again, while Kaksi froze in place watching the two of them. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen Baji this upset.

“Kei-” Kumi murmured. Her hands reached for him again, hesitant just from the hostile energy that seemed to radiate for him, and before she could touch him, he whipped around and turned to her, eyes wild.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snapped.

There seemed to be a sudden stillness to the air, or maybe Kumi just imagined it, as she recoiled at the harshness of his voice. Before she could come up with something to say, he continued.

“Don’t you get the hint?” He continued. “Get lost. ”

Kumi’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she thought about the first time she’d met him, where instead of this twisted frown he sported right now, the face red with irritation and grit teeth, he’d sported an amused smile like he could swallow her up at any moment.

Get lost.

Had he ever liked her? He hadn’t, had he?

It had all been in her head, this idea that he was a good person with some bad qualities, and that she could look past them, that it could be different, because at least he liked her, right?

Before she could burst into tears, Kaksi seemed to move like lightning in between the two of them, and forgetting where she was, who she was, why she was there, her hand drew back to slap Baji across the face. He stopped her before her palm made contact, and Kaksi glared at him as he held on to her wrist.

“You fucking asshole,” she hissed.

He didn’t say anything, but let go of her arm. Kaksi let it drop to her side.

“You changed,” she told him. She laughed bitterly, glancing at Kazutora as though to imply that this applied to him too, as Kumi finally lost control over tears that were welling up in her eyes, letting them stream wordlessly down her cheeks.

The young man, tall and brown-haired with an almost perpetual leer to his face, who had mocked Kazutora’s sudden fury again laughed, louder this time.

“Are you bringing your relationship problems to the gang? Do we need a rule that says don’t mix business with pleasure?” He said, clapping, truly rioting as Kumi tried to manage the sensation of her heart shattering.

Baji’s eyes didn’t leave Kumi, still shaking with something between anger and confusion and maybe an instant bit of regret, he wasn’t sure, but she suddenly sniffled loudly, then looked him straight in the eyes, fiercer than she had for the past two years that they’d known each other.

“Fuck you.”

He may have been taken aback by the severity of her words, but he didn’t show it, stone-faced for a moment before looking away.

It was for her own good, right? Do what was necessary and apologize later.

Don’t hate me.

Valhalla was different from Toman. Someone like her, a deer in headlights, could genuinely get hurt.

Please don’t hate me.

He tried not to look back as Kumi hurried out of the glass doors alone. Part of him wondered if he should go after her, but instead he diverted his attention back to Kaksi who had dug in her heels.

Despite the uneasiness that took over Kaksi, standing there surrounded by so many dangerous and much stronger people than her, she decided that walking away from Kazutora now wasn’t an option. Takemichi and Chifuyu stood behind her, waiting for her to realize there was nothing she could do or say to reason with her ex-boyfriend or Baji.

She still had to try. Kaksi moved forward, walking past Baji and grabbing Kazutora by his arms, attempting to shake him, anger more than anything else taking over her now. Baji muttered in annoyance but knew better than to interfere. He wished she wasn’t so stubborn sometimes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, loud enough to express how she felt, but low enough that not everyone could hear.

Kazutora didn’t say anything, watching her with those eyes she didn’t recognize.

“Kazutora, please,” she begged. “This is not where you belong.”

Her ex-boyfriend chuckled, clearly not taking anything she could say seriously.

“And where do you think I belong?”

“With me!” she exclaimed as if the answer was evident. “With your friends! With Toman! With Mi-”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” Kazutora yelled his turn to hold the girl, violently shaking her.

Baji watched the scene unfold, surprised by the harsh way his friend handled Kaksi, but not displaying any real emotion. The way he gripped her arms and pushed her back then pulled her in was very different from the way he would normally gently hold her hand and bring it to his lips. For a moment Takemichi and Chifuyu were afraid of what Kazutora would do to her, but it seemed that Kaksi was the most afraid as she burst into tears still firmly held by her ex-boyfriend.

Kazutora stopped moving, automatically releasing her as his eyes widened. He didn’t want to hurt her; Kaksi was the last person he wanted to see crying which was why he didn’t want her here. He wished that she could understand how he felt, the fury that Mikey brought each time Kazutora thought about him. But all there was and all she could see was madness in his eyes and in his actions.

Kaksi didn’t understand him anymore, she couldn’t understand him. For a moment she wondered if she ever did? Yes, of course. She used to know Kazutora like the back of her hand. But the young man standing in front of him wasn’t the boy she had fallen for years ago and she was afraid she would never have him back.

Tears kept rolling down her cheeks and she realized only confusion and sadness remained inside of her. She wanted to speak but she couldn't find any more words. Kazutora took a step back, looking at Takemichi and Chifuyu instead.

“I should fucking kill you for having brought her here,” he said. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

Kazutora gave one last look to the girl and it was while wiping off her tears that she walked away. Takemichi and Chifuyu followed her closely. But she wished she could have left with Kazutora and Baji by her side too.

#baji x oc #kazutora x oc #tokyorev #off target effects #collab fic #mae.writing #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers #longfic

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'Homeland' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Homeland"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is coming back with the team to the safehouse with Sonya...ready to be interrogated....

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It was very obvious that I will have to see Moscow again in my life. It was sure that coming back an month ago to West-Berlin, to Park, I knew that one day, there were going to have something that will happen to Moscow and that I will have to go there for an mission.....and here, it was about Portnova herself. She's still working with the KGB but also now with Perseus as I remember well that she wasn't willing to join Perseus ranks.....something must have happened to have her change her mind....Perseus must have forced her to cooperate after Zasha & my disappearance and for that, we have to save her from him.

I could see in Zasha that it was troubling to return to the East and I could understand their stress as we were packing up in the house. I promised everyone that I will help them flee the East and now, I'm finding myself to have them at my side....preparing ourselves to go back to Moscow. At least, I'm protecting them from Perseus and we are both protected by Park and the team from those who will try to do an thing on us : Perseus, the KGB and even the CIA. I can thanks Park by an lot.

Now that we have lost Sonya because of the CIA stubborn agents, our only lead was now Portnova and once we talked about this, we decided to prepare our bags, knowning that we will not come back here for days before getting prepared in the evening after we all have eaten and then, we left the safehouse to get back to the same airport as always : the Tempelhof Airport. We took an private plane from the MI6 with our destination in our head : the heart of the Soviet Union. Our flight was going to last 2 hours and an half and we will maybe arrived after midnight to the city.

"Zasha." I started to say after at least one hour of flight where we didn't talk too much, everyone just wanting to have some rest with the day we got. On everyone, only Garrett & Greta were fully asleep in their seats as me, Zasha & Park were still awake. My voice broke them from their thoughts as they were looking outside.

"Yes ?" They turned their head to face me as they were sit on the other seats of the plane while Park was just sit in front of me.

"I was asking myself an question : can you tell me more about the place I lived ?" I asked them as it was something that was in my thoughts after Zasha said, in that car, that they were remembering what was Freya talking about.

"The small village near Donetsk ?" They said, having guess about what I was saying and I nodded to them. "Well, it's an abandoned village now since 1956." They responded, sending me an big dose of curiosity about it. "I don't remember exactly the name of the place to be honest....the place is...well, an ghost town." They added, redressing themselves on their seats.

"You don't remember ?" Park stepped inside the conversation, also curious to know about me. They shook their head to her.

"No, I did only go at that place one time and it was with you, Yirina." They looked at me & my face that was trying to juggle between all my memories inside of my head to find something about that. "It was...a few days before I left."

"Before we both returned back to Moscow the 3rd of January 1981 ?" They nodded at me.

"In fact, it was the previous day, you wanted to know something about what really happened to your parents." They continued, feeling an bit chilling from learning more about myself. "We both discovered that Perseus killed your parents during the attack that destroyed the village."

"Shit." I whispered to myself in unison with Park too, looking away at my feets. "How did we managed to find about that ?" I asked.

"Well, we got back to your old house and we searched the place down, trying to find something that could help us." They responded, gasping at trying to recall everything from that day for me. "We....well, we found an secret basement and some secrets documents talking about Perseus....it was from your father." They joined their hands together, looking sorry to make me learn of all of this because of my so fucked up memories.

"Your father was maybe someone important." Park suggested to me & I raised my shoulders as I didn't know what to think about it. "Anything else, Zasha ?" She questioned them gently.

"After we left the house with Yirina in rage, some Perseus agents came to check to us....and Yirina literally kill them all." My eyes & Park's ones goes wide at hearing....I mean, it was normal to kill Perseus agents for me. "Yirina said that she will come back there to take the files with her but....uhm...I think that you weren't able to do so."

"No, I should have remember that." I breathed, looking slowly at Zasha. "We did go to Ukraine 3 years ago for an mission but it wasn't in the Donetsk sector." I added, referring to the old mission I did with Park to infiltrate the Spetnaz training facility and Park saw what I was talking about. "I don't think that we could go there in the next days....maybe in the future."

"We can go there if you want." Park proposed to me but I shook my head.

"No, it's better that we stay focused on having Portnova at our side." I sniffed away as I redressed myself on the seat. "We will go there but no right now." I passed my hand below my nose and taking another sniff. "My parents...who were they ?" I asked to Zasha.

"I don't know too much about them as you were not very talkative on the subject but there's still some small details." They started, rolling their eyes in search for answers for me. "I know that you kept the last name of your mother instead of having the one of your father."

"And...and why that ?" I said in an low voice.

"Uhm...if I remember well, your father....wasn't russian actually." They told me, stunning me in my seat....my father wasn't someone born in the USSR....."It's the only thing I know about him." They added, biting their right part of their lips. "I'm sorry, Yirina."

"It's okay." I breathed with an little grin to them before I started to look at the plane ceilling. "To say that my father wasn't an real russian..." I thought to myself.

"So, you're life half-russian and half-mysterious, Yirina." Park scoffed, making a little laugh coming out of my mouth.

"Let's hope he wasn't an american." I joked too, adding to my laugh as Zasha joined us in it before I could feel a little tear flowing from my left eye, feeling suddenly a bit sad to have learn of all of this in an matter of minutes. "If only I wasn't so fucked up by Adler, I would have remember that."

"I know." Park was sounding too sorry about this and it wasn't her fault. I'm blaming the CIA and Adler entirely of what happened to me, not her...I will never do that to her...."I'll try my best to help you."

"We're here for you, Yirina." Zasha affirmed, making me look at them both with an big smile, proud of them.

"Thank you both." I exclaimed as Park was handing her hand to me and I took it in mine, founding myself relieved to everything before I took a deep breath as a sign of relief. "To...to change, it's sure that we don't have an separate safehouse in Moscow ?" I asked to Park as I heard that every MI6 safehouses in Moscow and around it were all occupied or shut down for the moment, she nodded.

"Yeah, it's sure." She answered in an low voice. "We have no choices but to stay with an part of Woods team in an CIA safehouse in the city's outskirts." She added, thinking about it as me, I wasn't so pleased to go sleep in an CIA hideout.

"Only an part of it ?" I questioned as I thought that everyone in his team was going to be in Moscow.

"The other part stayed in Kazakhstan. In Moscow, it's just Woods, Mason, Hudson & Song." She continued in her response to me, making me mixed of seeing Woods & Mason again but seeing the Egghead wasn't so pleasing as for Song, I was curious to meet Garrett's fiance in person. "It's better to be not too much in their safehouse."

"Because it's not like the one you got in West-Berlin ?" Zasha demanded, curious to know why that....same as me.

"It's very not like it." She admitted to us, snorting and looking outside. "I'm sure that we're not going to like it but we don't have any choices."

"At least, I think that someone will be good to sleep in an king-sized bed." I scoffed, looking at where Garrett was sitting, he was awake and he just hear me.

"You're goddamn right." He said loudly from afar, making us laugh in our seats before we start to refocus on ourselves, stopping the conversation to have some calm for the rest of the flight.

To say that my parents were killed by Perseus himself and that I discovered it only days before someone decide to left me for dead on an airstrip. How I wasn't able to see that before ? I could remember that I mentioned that to Freya before I broke up with her and taking back my mother ring from her but it didn't really me to know at that time when I got that memory to know what I was talking about to her.

We stayed silent for the rest of the flight with me, looking outside in my thoughts, Park & Zasha doing the same too before we finally arrived in an MI6 clandestine runway outside Moscow. When the plane landed, it was sure that for me & Zasha, there were no possibility to step back and to stay in that plane as we were now back into the USSR. We took our bags and we go outside.....Russia, I'm back.....I thought to myself as I put my feets on the ground, feeling the cold air of the old homeland.

After some friendly taps on Zasha's shoulders to reassure them that everything will go fine in here as we're in safety with Park, we walked to get to an car that was given to us. Garrett & Greta were more better than earlier and they were fine to walk good. Once we were ready in, Park took the wheel with our destination : the CIA safehouse where Woods and an part of his team was living for the moment in the city's outskirts, at the south of it according to Park.

I took a deep breath as we got to the place nearly 20 minutes after we left the runway, seeing Woods standing outside next to the garage front door as he was warned by Park of our arrival in the place. It was more looking like an warehouse than an house....please, don't tell me it has an dorm like the old one.....With that in my head, we stepped out of the car, bags in hands to join Woods.

"Here you are !" Woods exclaimed, opening his arms as we arrived next to him. "Welcome to Moscow." He then offered his hand to shake with Park. "Been an long time that we didn't see each other." He added as he was shaking hands with her before getting to me.

"I can see that you're doing fine, Woods." I said, shaking hands with him.

"Oh yeah, I can say that if we're forgetting that we're in the USSR." He scoffed as he moved to shake Garrett and Greta's hands. "Oh, you two got something that happened." He told them, seeing the multiple dressings on their face.

"That ?" Garrett pointed at his face. "That's because someone has the idea to ram a van to...." He wanted to continue until Greta nudged him at his arm, hurting him. "Ouch !"

"You were the one to drive and to do it." Greta affirmed before she moved to shake hands with Woods, avoiding an nudge from Garrett...an friendly one.

"You two are real kids." Park whispered loudly, putting her hands on her face as I could see Woods getting curious at Zasha's sight.

"And....you are ?" He started to ask.

"Oh, I'm Zasha....Zasha Smirnov, Yirina's friend." They responded, offering their hand to him, hesitating before he decide to shake hands with them.

"Frank Woods." He told them before the two stopped to shake hands. "I never thought that I will meet one of your friends, Yirina." He exclaimed, looking at me.

"Well, it's the day." I said enthuastic before I took an look at the said 'CIA safehouse' "So, it's the place you're living ?" I questioned him.

"Yeah, kinda make me think of the old one in West-Berlin but hopefully, it doesn't have dorm." He replied, making me relieved in the inside to hear that it wasn't like in the other safehouse. "Problem is that there's only 4 bedrooms....."

"Nice." We all said in unison except Woods, all sounding exhausted from it.

"There are couchs maybe ?" Zasha suggested and Woods nodded.

"Come in, let's enter before you all catch an cold." He started to move inside as we followed him inside the safehouse. Seriously, it was almost looking like the old safehouse : there were desks, an dashboard....damnit....we could see Hudson standing next to the dashboard, talking with someone in an satellite phone while we could see, what I suppose to be Song arriving in the big main room and her eyes went wide as she saw Garrett.

"Donnie." She exclaimed, walking more faster to get to Garrett, putting her arms around him in an second. "Oh my god, you're here." She breathed as Garrett was happy to see her too even if he was an bit hurt from been hold by her.

"Told you I will came quick." He affirmed as the two broke the hug to share an kiss on the lips.

"Where's Mason ?" I asked to Woods.

"He's sleeping right now, he's pretty tired after the day we got....he...well, he has relived some bad thoughts." He replied, sounding low and worried with me knowning about what Mason just had. "Better to leave him for the moment, he will see all of you tomorrow." He added before I could Hudson clenching his free fist as he maybe have heard an bad news....maybe because we're here now ?.....He then hangs up the phone, seeing us now.

"So, here is the MI6 task force." He rolled his eyes as he walked towards us. "I can say that you have pretty foiled an CIA operation in West-Berlin."

"Oh my god, here we go again !" I said, desesperated already to be here as we already got the lesson from the other CIA douchebag and the others were like me at hearing Hudson.

"I have just learned that Sonya Kuzmin was able to escape from our custody, having been helped by Perseus." He started, making my eyes go wide. "All of our guys has been killed during their escape." He added....damnit, Sonya's on the wild again...

"And now, you're gonna say it's our fault ?" Park crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow to him and awaiting for an answer from him before he sniffed away.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked harshly.

"We got an lead on someone in the KGB and since all our safehouses are either occupied or shut down, we're here." Park responded, taking the same voice as him.

"Kinda bad for you, right ?" I scoffed to Hudson, laughing to myself before I could see his look getting focused on Zasha.

"Who are they ?" He asked to us, pointing them.

"They're my friend." I answered, stepping in front of Zasha. "And if you got an problem with them, you'll have big problems with me." I affirmed at his face as he moved it to look at Zasha.

"What's your name ?" He questioned them, ignoring me.

"Zasha Smirnov." Zasha told him in an low voice, looking an bit scared by him as I could see Hudson's narrowed eyes towards his sunglasses.

"Good, they might be useful." He said to himself and to be honest, when I hear that from his mouth, I was thinking of an lot of thing.

"Be careful at what you're saying Hudson !" I exclaimed, raising my voice in anger. "You might fucked my memories but I'm not going to let you touch Zasha." I poked him at his shoulder before Woods stepped in between me & Hudson.

"Okay, I think that everyone need to rest." He proposed as I was trying to not throw an punch at Hudson despite having Woods between us. "Fine, we can start to get our both teams to work tomorrow, I believe." We nodded to him and frankly, we didn't know where we were going to sleep since this safehouse has FOUR bedrooms.

"You can sleep on the ground if you want." Hudson scoffed as he left us, walking to get to his own room....why I didn't throw an punch to his face ?....

"Well, with me, you're not sleeping on the ground, Donnie." Song expressed, taking Garrett hands in hers as she started to walk away with him to her own room...

"Sleep well in the king-sized bed !" I told him discreetly, causing him to make me an middle finger, and making me laugh. It was just me, Park, Zasha & Greta as Woods decided to leave us, saying goodnight before he goes to his own room.

"I think I'm taking one of the couchs." Greta breathed at seeing one of the two only couch in the whole room. "And you ?" She asked to all of us.

"Zasha can take the other couch....I'm going to sleep in the car." I looked at Park who was mixed about it before she nodded at me.

"I'm going with her." She admitted.

"You can take the couch, if you want." Zasha proposed to both of us but we both shook our heads.

"No, it's better that you stay in here, Zed." I grinned at them, making an little tap on the shoulder before I yawn. "Well, it's time that we go to sleep." I looked at Greta & Zasha. "Have an good night, you two."

"Thanks." The two whispered as I start to walk with Park to get outside.

Frankly, I think it was better for me to sleep in the car instead of one of the couchs and I didn't want to sleep in the same building as Hudson or even Adler himself because it's making me feel an bit uncomfortable. We got back into the car we used, installing ourselves on the backseats, laid down as we are both in each others arms.

"To say that it's my first night back here." I breathed, looking at the car roof as Park was putting her head on my shoulder. "I'm doing it in an car with you." I added, smiling about it before landing an kiss on Park's head.

"At least, I'm here." She make an little laugh about it as she moved her left hand inside my shirt. "How're you feeling ?" She asked me as I could feel her cold touch of her fingers near my breasts.

"Oh...very good..." I exclaimed, almost groaning from her lovely touch on my skin.

"It's better to warn you up...and to relax." She said before she got closer to me, not letting any space between us. "I'm always here for you, my Yiri." She affirmed, kissing me on my cheek as she put her head back on my shoulder, making me smile about everything with her.....

"I'm always here for you too....love !"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #yirina grigoriev #helen park #fem!bell

[rwby-grimm-guardians]

RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 3: Separated Union Ch 9

Side JNPR: Reunions

Welcome back to Separated Union! Here’s the special chapter, Side JNPR and here, Jaune, Nora, Ren, and Oscar talk about the current events and a certain red-head returns.

This takes place a few hours after Side Red III, so it is around lunch time.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(1:38 PM)

Oscar walked into the hospital cafe, sighing. He hadn’t realized how much he had been missing his own mother while he was visiting his aunt. The farm boy also noticed Jaune was deep in his thoughts as well, given how the younger teenager accidentally walked in on the blonde talking to one of his sisters on the phone. Speaking of the blonde, Jaune was sitting at a table by himself, rubbing his eyes. He looked...fairly exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

Oscar sat in front of him, asking, “Maybe a dumb question, but are you...doing alright?” “Not really, to be honest…” Jaune said. “Ruby and her mother’s interactions, as well as your interactions with your own mom remind me how much I’m...missing my own family back at home…” He rubbed his back, “I have a few sisters, as I’m sure you know by now. Also got a nephew...” The blonde chuckled, before sighing, “I know they’re safe right now, but...what if I need to be there for them when they need me the most?”

“The world’s getting more chaotic.” He explained. “More Grimm are showing up, forces that are bigger than us are targeting us and the academies; we are heading into dangerous territory.” Oscar nodded in agreement, before Jaune continued, “I...feel like I...need to be there to protect them. I know they can probably keep themselves safe, but…” “I already...technically lost someone I cared about… Almost lost another. I don’t want that to happen again.” He said.

Oscar knew that one of the people Jaune was referring to was Ruby. He assumed the blonde was also referring to Pyrrha. “How long until…?” The younger teenager asked, before the blonde shook his head. Jaune sighed, “No clue. Ruby and Summer did it to save her and not even THEY know when she’s come out.” He took a deep breath, before sighing again. “Gods, I hope it’s soon. The last thing I want right now is for her to be lonely.” He said. “Especially right now…”

Ren and Nora eventually joined the two, sitting next to both Jaune and Oscar. “How’s Ruby’s progress?” The blonde asked. The ginger shrugged, “Hard to say. She says she’s well, though I’m not sure if Oscar’s mom believes her.” “That’d be accurate.” The youngest of the group chuckled. “She has a way of knowing when people lie about their health.” Ren chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds like a mother… From what Ruby’s been saying, Summer’s also like that.”

“Thank gods…” Jaune sighed with a smile. “Speaking of which, how is Ruby’s mom?” He then explained, “She...seemed to be stressed a bit earlier when she asked for Ruby’s uncle.” The green clad teenager nodded, “She had a lot on her mind. From what little she said, she’s...been having nightmares again. Ruby too.” Ren then explained that Summer had a very important catch-up conversation with Anna. “I won’t ask her what they talked about…” He said. “But I did ask Ruby’s uncle why she needed him.”

“He said ‘She’s talking to Ruby’s dad about herself’.” The green clad teenager said. Oscar raised an eyebrow, “So...does that mean Ruby’s mom doesn’t need to hide her identity anymore?” Ren shrugged, “Hard to say, really. Though...from what could tell, she seemed...happy telling Ruby’s dad. Like her anxiety was dissolved.” The group nodded, before falling into silence. They...really didn’t want to talk about Pyrrha currently. Especially when there was no guarantee that they’d see her in their lifetime...

As if on cue, Qrow then walked in and stood next to the group’s table, saying, “Sorry for the intrusion, but Ruby’s on her way. Thought I’d let you know.” “Just...don’t freak out…” He chuckled, receiving confused glances from the group. “How come?” Oscar asked. “Why are you walking around!?” Jaune asked suddenly, queuing the group to turn towards Ruby...holding Summer’s arm as she attempted to stay standing.

“Dr. Pine suggested that I should walk a bit.” The young leader said with a sheepish smile. “Mom insisted on helping.” Both the blonde and Ren sighed with relief, before tiredly chuckling as Ruby glared at them. “You know damn well I’m not insane.” She said loudly, receiving a laugh from her uncle. “I tried telling her that I was probably not ready.” “To be fair, you are doing quite well.” Her mother said, smiling, only for it to fade as she lifted her daughter in her arms, while Ruby’s legs began buckling.

“Was…” Ruby corrected, giving a slight groan. Summer gave her daughter’s abdomen a quick once over. “Is it from your legs?” She asked, receiving a nod from the young leader. Ruby sighed, “I’m okay. Just weak in my legs… Not sure if they’re numb.” Summer raised an eyebrow, “Can you feel them?” Her daughter nodded, “A bit, yeah. Little chilly though…” ‘Well, there’s a good sign, at least…’ The elder Rose thought, sighing with relief. She then said, “Want me to get you a wheelchair?”

Ruby nodded, “Please.” Setting her daughter down in one of the chairs, Summer went off to find Anna and get a wheelchair. Sighing, the young leader pulled her legs to her chest, saying, “Sorry for making you worry there, but I promise I’m healing.” She took a deep breath, before admitting, “Unfortunately, my sleep patterns are NOT.” “Ah...so that’s why you’ve been looking drained.” Ren stated. Ruby grunted, “It’s been getting pretty bad recently.”

The group went silent as soon as they heard a rattling. Jaune then noticed that his shield had come off and had fallen to the floor...even though he was sure he had it secured to his back. A tired, yet genuine grin formed on Ruby’s lips, “Looks like she’s finally waking up, huh…” The blonde turned to her, “How do we know if Pyrrha will...remember us?” Ren and Nora turned to face the young leader, only to see a tired, regretful expression. “We do not.” She said.

As soon as she said that, a mix of yellow, red, and orange energy, in a form akin to that of fire, burst forth from the shield. It then swirled, forming a human body, hair, clothes, and armor, before stopping as the energy dissipated, revealing the form of Pyrrha Nikos, now on her knees. An uneasy silence settled as Pyrrha opened her eyes, taking a look at herself first, before observing her surroundings. “Am I...alive?” She asked, hesitantly. “Or are you all...dead as well…?”

Jaune and Ruby both let out a shuddering sigh as smiles formed on their lips, their right hands over their hearts. The redhead raised an eyebrow, concerned as she asked, “Is...everything alright?” “You’re here…” The blonde said, gently hugging his partner. “So yeah. Everything’s fine at the moment.” Pyrrha cautiously returned the hug, as if she didn’t know if this was real or not. “Where are we, Jaune?” She asked. “Mistral International Clinic.” Ruby answered. “I...kinda got screwed up…”

Pyrrha sighed with a smile as she and Jaune stood up, “I hope you’re listening to your doctor and taking care of yourself.” The younger girl nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” The redhead sighed, looking at her friends. “Looks like I have a lot to catch up, huh?” The newly revived teenager chuckled. “A little.” Ruby smiled sheepishly. “Mom will help out with what happened after…that…” Before Pyrrha could ask what she meant by “that”, everyone turned to the door as a chuckle was heard.

“Well, look who’s finally gotten out of bed.” Summer smirked, entering the cafe with a wheelchair. “I trust you’re feeling well?” The redhead nodded, smiling, “I am now. Thank you, Ms...um…” The former STRQ leader chuckled again, “You may call me Ms. Summer if you want. Finally told Ruby about me, so no need to hide it any longer.” She then put her cloak on Ruby, before lifting her and placing her in the wheelchair. Pyrrha nodded as Summer rolled Ruby up to the table, “I see. Thank you then. Both of you.”

She then raised her arm, “If I may ask, what did you mean by…’that’, Ruby?” Everyone froze, before sighing in unison. “Beacon’s been...practically destroyed.” The young leader admitted. “We...didn’t lose, I think. But we definitely...didn’t really win either.” Summer placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, saying, “We had to make a forced retreat.” “From what we know, none of the Grimm got outside of Beacon and the teachers are still active.” She explained.

“So why are we in Mistral…?” Pyrrha asked. “Ozpin had me do some investigating, due to Cinder’s forces being in Beacon.” Qrow explained. “Right now, the trail leads here.” He then raised a hand, “If you are wondering, yes. He’s still alive and currently speaking with Ruby’s doctor, Anna Pine.” The redhead sighed with relief, “That’s one less thing for me to worry about.” An amused smirk formed on Summer’s face, “Nah, you still got plenty to worry about and look after, thankfully.”

“I’d rather worry about a lot of things, instead of blindly think that everything’s going to work out.” She mumbled, unaware that Ruby and Qrow heard her. Her daughter began rubbing the taller woman’s hand as a means to comfort her. The redhead then turned to Oscar, saying, “I see I have a fresh face to meet.” “That Oscar Pine. Met him when we first arrived in Mistral.” Ruby chuckled. “He’s my doctor’s son.” The youngest of the group rubbed the back of his neck, shyly saying, “N-Nice to meet you, Ms. Nikos.”

An amused and flattered smile formed on Pyrrha’s lips, as she said, “Just Pyrrha is fine. It’s nice to meet you too, Oscar.” Summer hid her face in her daughter’s hair as she silently laughed, before whispering, “This kid is too fucking cute. I want to adopt him.” “You could ask Dr. Pine to be Oscar’s godmother.” Ruby whispered back excitedly. “His mom might kill me if I asked.” The former STRQ leader chuckled. Oscar then stood, “I’ll be right back. Mom needs to know that she might have another patient.”

The group chuckled as Summer ruffled the youngest member’s hair as he passed by. After he felt the room, the redhead said, “He’s a cute one. Like a little brother.” “He really is like that.” Jaune smiled. Pyrrha sighed, “It’s good to be home.” She looked at herself once more, noticing that she was armored, looking more like a spartan. She then asked, “Is the...new get-up normal?” The former STRQ leader nodded, “For most Weapon Spirits like us, yes. Arktis...or rather, Willow Schnee is the same.”

“Weiss’s mom, right?” Pyrrha asked, receiving a nod from Summer. “I think it suits you.” Jaune said, observing his partner’s armor. Nora grinned and nodded, “Ditto.” Ren smiled, nodding with a hum. The redhead blushed with a flattered smile, before feeling her partner’s hand holding hers. Squeezing Jaune’s hand gently, she then asked, “Well, would you like to tell me what’s been going on since getting to Mistral?” The group nodded, with Jaune saying, “Sure, though it...might be a little long.”

Pyrrha just chuckled, “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

As Pyrrha began catching up with her team, Qrow looked at Summer, whispering, “Can we talk in the hall? Please?” Raising an eyebrow, his former leader nodded, kissing Ruby’s forehead before following the former bandit into the hall. “What’s up?” She asked. Qrow sighed, “First, I need to apologize. For eavesdropping on you and Ruby last night.” ‘Ah...so that’s who it was…’ Summer thought, before saying, “Well, please explain your reasons and I will.”

Nodding, the former bandit said, “Which brings me to my topic. Firstly, you two need help.” “I’ve spoken to Anna about it when getting the wheelchair.” The taller woman said. “Believe me. I know we do.” Qrow nodded, hoping his sigh of relief went unnoticed by his former leader. “Secondly, you need to see and visit Tai and Rae.” He said. Noticing the tired and annoyed expression on Summer’s face, he added, “Summer, it’ll HELP you. And them as well, if I may add.”

The taller woman raised her hands in mock surrender, “I know, I know…” She then sighed, sitting on  the floor. “There’s one problem with that…” She said. Qrow nodded, “I’m aware. You can only really see Tai, as you know where he lives.” “Yang...might be able to help you with Raven.” He said, only to receive a shaking head from his former leader. Summer sighed once more, “Tai won’t talk to her about her mother.” ‘Of course, he won’t….’ The former bandit thought, rubbing his eyes.

“Do they even want me back?” Summer asked. “I’ve been...technically dead for almost 12 years now.” Qrow sighed, sitting next to his former leader as he said, “You know both of them missed you. Raven wants nothing more than to be by your side again and have us safe.” He felt the taller woman lean against him as he continued, “Tai nearly fell apart when he heard about your....’death’.” “Yang told me...” Summer mumbled. “Also said that you were able to help him get back on his feet.”

“Probably one of the only good decisions I’ve ever made.” The former bandit said. “I know Raven, you, and Tai would argue that I’ve done more good things.” “Because you HAVE.” Summer said. “You’ve realized that your tribe was awful and left. You’ve been a great uncle for Ruby and Yang. Hell, I think you’ve done more for Tai than I ever could...” “You flatter me, even though I don’t think the last two are true.” Qrow chuckled softly.

“Raven would say the same.” The former STRQ leader said. A small smirk rose to Qrow’s lips, “Yeah, she would. Much like how I tell her how many good things she’s done.” “That’s something you two need to work on.” Summer said. The former bandit hummed in agreement. The two sat like in comfortable silence, before Qrow said, “I’d be honored to be your brother-in-law.” A warm smile formed on Summer’s face as she chuckled, “Thank you, Qrow. I’d also be honored to be your sister-in-law.”

Chuckling, the former bandit patted his former leader’s shoulder, saying, “I’m going to get some coffee. Want some?” Summer smiled, “Please.” Nodding, Qrow went back into the cafe as the taller woman sighed with a tired, yet content smile on her face. Ruby then wheeled herself out, saying, “Mom, do you have my scroll? I need to text Yang, Blake, and Weiss, please.” Standing back up, Summer raised an eyebrow, “How come…?”

“I was thinking about possibly setting up a virtual meeting.” The young leader said. “Both as a means of checking up on each other and figuring out what to do next.” Nodding, her mother handed her the scroll, asking, “What time?” “How does the day after tomorrow sound?” Ruby asked. Summer nodded, smiling, “That sounds good to me. Though check with your sister and team first.” Her daughter nodded, before tilting her head. “Your right eye looks different.” She said.

“Like...your iris is silver again, but your sclera is red.” She explained. Summer raised an eyebrow, before Ruby took a picture with the scroll and showed it to her mother. Sure enough, the elder Rose noticed her right eye had changed. It was still Grimm-like, but it had her silver iris once more. ‘How the hell did THIS happen?’ She thought. ‘And when? Not to mention why...’ “I’m going to ask Anna about this later...” Summer said. “Right now, setting up that meeting is more important.”

Ruby nodded in agreement, before sending a group text to her sister, Weiss, and Blake...

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And that’s it. I REALLY tried to make this good. I really did. I had plans on bringing Pyrrha back, but this was hard to do. Though I hope it was worth it in the end.

Pyrrha’s new appearance is INSPIRED from this lovely artwork by Razenix-Angel on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/razenix-angel/art/Pyrrha-Nikos-armor-guide-581087124

Anyway, next will be the end of Side White, where Weiss becomes VERY vocal about her decisions.

#rwby #rwby au #grimm guardians au #rwby fanfiction #ruby rose #qrow branwen #Summer Rose #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #Oscar Pine

[yourdeepestfathoms]

We All Still Die (part two)

[The Walking Dead AU]

Part 1

sorry about all the chapters so far being Really Short. it’s not like me to write only two thousand words :/

Word count: 2113

TW: Blood

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-Bloat-

In an instant, the powered down hockey table on one side of the ski lodge was cleared and the child was placed upon the top of it. Jane bustled over, moving a bit too fast than Aragon would like, and began barking orders, already rolling her long sleeves up. A flurry of motion stormed around her.

  “What happened?” Aragon demanded.

  “W-were you bit?” Kitty stammered.

  “Where did she come from?” Maggie asked.

  “Who is she?” Maria joined in on the questioning.

  “Everyone be quiet!” Jane roared, making them all jump. “Cathy, get some water!”

Cathy nodded and scurried off to the well outside the ski lodge. Jane turned her head back to the patient, her jaw set firmly. Instead of bothering to try and remove the stained hospital gown the girl was wearing, she just took a pair of scissors and cut down the middle. When the fabric was parted, a small gash on the girl’s forearm was revealed, the edges inflamed and crusted with infection.

Candles lit up around the lodge, thanks to Maria dutifully lighting them. Aragon handed Jane a bottle of clear liquid labeled only by a crude sketch of a cross on it and then another bottle that smelled faintly of alcohol when opened. Jane flushed out every inch of the wound on the girl’s arm with the clear liquid, then drenched the whole length with the second liquid. The reddish-brown fluid streamed down the girl’s bare chest and abdomen, along with the bubbling of the blood that got washed out by whatever was in the first bottle. The young stranger whimpered in her half-daze.

  “Shh, shh, little one,” Jane murmured softly, but didn’t touch. She kept her hands in the air like a surgeon and, indeed, Aragon saw that she was holding a needle and stitching. “Anna,” She eyed the woman hovering nearby, “Come here, will you please?”

  “What can I do?” Cleves asked, stepping over.

  “Grab a candle and angle the glow on her belly. I need more light.”

Cleves nodded and then retrieved a candle, doing as he was told.

  “Cathy, hold her wound shut for me. And Catalina, keep the child calm. Distract her if she starts to get worked up.”

The close candle was necessary, but the light of the other fires was growing, too, flickering helpful warm yellows and oranges over the girl’s pale face and down her exposed body as Aragon, Cleves, and Cathy situated themselves in a comfortable position. Unlike Jane, this was clearly a first time for all three of them.

Before the outbreak, Jane had been a veterinarian at the animal hospital in her city. One of the best, too. She may not have been a human doctor, but she knew how to sew wounds and treat infections, and she was trained to not be bitten by things, so she was a very valuable asset to the group.

Jane bent over the child and started the stitches. The girl gasped and jerked out of her daze, looking to the source of the pain and finding a woman she didn’t recognize at all.

  “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay,” Aragon said softly. Jane is hovering over the girl, waiting, letting her get her bearings and settle. “We’re not going to hurt you. You’re getting stitches.”

The girl looked up at Aragon, and Aragon saw that her eyes were a startling moon silver color. They were so pale that she may have mistaken them for the glazed blankness of Walker eyes at a distance.

Then, the eyes fluttered shut. Aragon could see a light sheen of sweat developing along her nose, cheeks, and forehead. 

  “Child, stay awake.” Jane ordered, noticing somehow, even though she was supposed to be stitching. She swiped away an oily lock of the girl’s sun-bleached blonde hair that was sprawling into her work zone.

  “She’s just resting.” Aragon said, a little defensive, but when she earned a hard look from Jane, she opted to obey the professional and lightly shook the girl’s good shoulder. The girl shuddered too much, jarring Jane’s meticulous work and making the woman lean back to mutter obscenities, something Aragon thought she would never hear.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” The girl sobbed, sensing the frustration around her. “Don’t hurt me... Please don’t hurt me… I’m sorry…!”

At the “don’t hurt me”, Aragon and Cleves exchanged worried looks. 

  “Nobody is going to hurt you, sweetheart,” Aragon said. “You’re safe.”

  “D-don’t send me back, please…” The girl babbled on, panting as if she were stricken with a burning fever. “Please, please, please… C-can’t go back…”

  “Calm her, Catalina.” Jane ordered, readying the needle again.

  “You are not in trouble, dear,” Aragon said, softening her voice to a more velvety tone. She lifted a hand and stroked strands of sweaty blonde hair out of the girl’s face. “Just stay calm. Don’t move.”

The girl’s strange, wide eyes looked up at Aragon again, then she nodded ever so slightly. Her head flopped over and she glanced around blearily before grunting in pain.

  “Where did you find her?” Cathy asked Cleves, glancing up from the puckering wound she was squeezing shut.

  “Down in the forest,” Cleves answered. “Anne and I killed that one Walker you saw and then she came staggering out of the trees. I have no idea where she came from.”

  “N-no bites?” Kitty stuttered, stepping over. She was very pale and looked like she was going to faint.

  “No bites.” Cleves confirmed.

  “Strange that she was wearing a hospital gown,” Maria observed, sidling over to watch the wound treatment. “How far is the nearest hospital?”

  “We’re out in the middle of fucking sticks,” Maggie said. “So probably pretty far.”

  “Swear.” Kitty said softly.

  “Sorry.”

  “There’s no way a kid this young could survive out there on her own,” Anne said. “Look at her. She’s barely older than Kitty.”

Aragon gazed down at the child, and could confirm that she had to only be twelve or thirteen.

  “She has to have a group around here.” Anne went on.

  “What if they think we kidnapped her?” Maggie worried. 

  “Maybe they won’t,” Aragon said. “I mean, we are sewing up her wound.”

  “Yeah, but still.” Anne said. “You know how people are nowadays.”

Suddenly, the girl gasped as Jane pulled the thread through. She let out a sob, her eyes screwing shut as tears spilled free.

  “Only a little more to go. Keep her awake.” Jane directed to Aragon.

  “You’re okay, darling.” Aragon whispered to the weeping child. “It’s almost over.”

For a while it was just silence broken by the occasional noises- the fire cracking, one of the group member’s murmuring, the wind blowing, the child’s whimpers and rapid pants. If the girl were to squirm, Aragon would always stroke her hair and shush her gently.

Finally, Jane clipped off the end of the stitches. They were expert-level precise.

Before anyone can say anything, however, the woman is moving again. After cleaning her hands of the child’s blood in a basin, she retrieved a wet rag and began washing off her patient’s arm, then wrapping it with some torn fabric.

  “There,” Jane finally said. “The hard part is over.” 

In an instant, she was moving again, feeling the girl’s rib cage and stomach, pursing her lips in deep thought as she did so. She checked her legs and neck and other arm, and Aragon saw smaller cuts, bruises, and whited out scars in jagged patterns splattered across areas of her grimy pale skin.

  “She’s starving and malnourished,” Jane rattled off, not looking up from where she was kneading the sinkholes in the girl’s belly. “Dehydrated, too. She’s also suffering from exposure. She must have been outside for awhile.” She examined the girl’s feet, which were so cut up and blistered that simply standing on them must have been excruciating. “She’s got some cuts and bruises from being out in the woods, but nothing as bad as her arm. She must have gotten caught on something or maybe attacked.” She pried open one of the girl’s eyes, earning a weak whine of protest. “Exhausted, sleep deprived, over exerted… She’s going to need some rest and a meal, or at least some water, as soon as possible.”

Aragon nodded. “So she’s going to be okay?” She asked.

  “Yes, I believe so,” Jane answered with a small smile. She waved Anne to come pick the girl up. “She can sleep on the couch, that way she can be comfortable and close b--” Suddenly, she gasped in horror. Anne looked down and then cussed loudly, unceremoniously dropping the child back onto the air hockey table and eliciting a sharp yelp of pain. Aragon was about to demand what the hell they were doing when she noticed it.

The bite on the back of the girl’s shoulder.

  “Oh fuck!” Anne yelled, bringing her hands to her head. 

  “Sh-she’s bit!” Kitty screeched, looking ill and horrified at the same time.

  “You said there were no bites!” Maggie cried.

  “We didn’t see it!” Cleves reprimanded.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Anne was muttering, pacing back and forth. “I can’t kill a kid!”

  “I’ll do it.” Jane said and pulled out her revolver, aiming for the girl’s head. All the warmth and care that was in her just a few seconds ago was now gone, replaced with stony coldness.

  “Jane, no!” Aragon grabbed Jane’s wrist and pointed the gun away. “You can’t do this! She’s just a kid!”

  “She’s bit!” Jane said, looking at Aragon is disbelief. “I just wasted some of our medicine and a needle and thread on a girl who’s just going to turn.”

  “Jane, you can’t kill a child,” Cleves said.

  “Yes she can!” Maggie said. “She’s not a child anymore, Anna. She’s a monster. And you know what those things do.”

Kitty whimpered and began to cry. Anne rushed over to her and pulled her baby cousin into her arms.

  “Maybe it’s not a Walker bite?” Cathy suggested, although there was doubt in her voice. “It looks a little old. Maybe it was just an animal.”

  “I know what animal bites look like,” Jane said, shooting a glare at Cathy. “We need to protect our group, and the best way to do that is by getting rid of the threat.” She raised her gun again, but Aragon shoved her arm back down.

  “We’re not killing her.” Aragon growled.

  “Are you fucking serious?” Maggie gaped.

  “We’ll chain her up,” Aragon went on, ignoring Maggie’s protest. “And we’ll gag her. If the fever sets in, then we can put her down, but until then, nobody touches her.”

There were scattered agreements and disagreements, but nobody actually tried to oppose the plan. Cleves went to grab the chains, while Aragon walked into the main office to retrieve the gag. Jane stormed in after her.

  “What’s going on with you?” Jane snapped. “Why are you letting her stay? Why didn’t you let me shoot her?”

  “She’s a child.” Aragon said.  

  “She’s bit. Just like I said before.” Jane clarified. “You know what we do with people who are bit. We put them down. That’s always been our rule!”

  “She’s just a kid.” Aragon said, and there was a growl in her voice. She narrowed her eyes at Jane. “What’s gotten into you? Do you just want to blow this girl’s brains out or something?”

  “What’s gotten into ME?” Jane scoffed. “You were out there loving all over that kid like she was your first born child or something! What was that all about? Using pet names and stroking her hair—you don’t even know her name!” 

  “Jealous?”

Jane clenched her jaw and growled. “She’s a stranger.”

  “She’s barely older than Kat!” Aragon reprimanded. “She’s wearing a hospital gown, Jane. No shoes, no bra, no underwear, no weapons. What possible threat could she bear to us?”

  “She’s going to turn and kill us all! We’re all going to die because you want to keep some stray in our home!” Jane yelled.

  “We’re already dead, Jane.” Aragon hissed lowly. “We’re all time bombs just waiting to be bit and infected, so what makes you any different? You’re as dangerous to us as I am and as that girl is and as everyone is! We’re all monsters. And it’s only a matter of time before the muzzle comes off.”

A moment of silence descended upon the two.

  “What about our baby?” Jane asked, setting her hands on her pregnant belly.

Aragon looked at her, picked up the refined iron gag from inside a drawer, and said, “It’s not mine.”

#the walking dead au #six the musical #six the musical au #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six fanfiction #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #anne boleyn #katherine howard #anna of cleves #catherine parr #maria on the drums #maggie on the guitar #joan on the keys #aramour #aragon x seymour #seymour x aragon #parrlyn #parrleyn #parr x boleyn #boleyn x parr #tw: blood #we all still die

[magpiemorality]

Seeking: Family, Foster Twins 8

You Only Have To Ask

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse throughout this story. Lashing out, conflict, cursing for this chapter.

It's November in America, which can mean only one thing. Unfortunately the whole traditionally family holiday thing could end up being a tricky subject for two teenagers in foster care...

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It felt like no time at all before it was Thanksgiving and the boys were off for break. Not the best timing to have such a family orientated holiday, but Patton was determined to make the best of it.

Making the best of it here meant; handling the whole thing as delicately and sensitively as possible, and mentally and emotionally preparing for the inevitable slip ups to come. They'd had a similar issue with Thomas all those years ago (who had called to say he was going to work over Thanksgiving at his college and come back for Christmas instead), and Patton winced when he thought back on it. At least this time he had Emile on standby if things took a real turn for the worse, a whole heap more experience, and a better understanding of what the actual underlying issues were for both twins.

But the best weapon he had at his disposal was the two boys themselves. It would be harder to misstep if they'd chosen the route, after all.

"Hey, so Thanksgiving is in a few days, and I wanted to know your guys' thoughts on things. Can we have a house meeting?" He asked them, finding them both hanging out in front of Netflix that rainy afternoon.

"Sure," Remus agreed easily, hopping up from the cushion. "Here or somewhere else?"

"Here is fine," the adult smiled, ruffling Remus's hair. "Sit yourself back down kiddo, no harm in being comfortable."

Roman seemed less convinced, as always, but now that Remus was asserting himself more and more he seemed to have lost a lot of his momentum in his instinctive fight against Patton. He didn't move, but did tap the remote to pause the show they had on and turned his head vaguely towards the other couch that Patton fell onto. Little victories…

Options. "Right! So I did things a certain way before you guys got here, but I'm not stuck on tradition or anything, if there's a better way you want to celebrate. If you even feel like celebrating at all?"

In the quiet Remus shifted, thinking hard if the frown on his face was anything to go by. Roman inspected his fingernails and turned his phone round a few times, glancing at his brother first. It was interesting, if a little worrying, to see the reversal of roles from how they'd been when he'd first met them both. Something to mention to Emile perhaps, when they broached the family therapy session subject.

Eventually Remus cleared his throat. "Um, can we take some time to think about it? I have a lot of thoughts and I want to make sure they're all sorted out first."

"Why don't you just say you want a nice happy family Thanksgiving?" Roman mumbled. "We all know you do."

"Maybe I don't, you don't know that!"

"I think I do."

"Well you're wrong! I want- I don't know what I want yet. And that's okay too, isn't it Patton?"

Hurdle number one. Okay, take on this obstacle without overthinking it, Patton, c'mon. "That's right. It's better to take some time than to react instinctively and regret saying something later. Sometimes you need to but-"

"Oh stop with the fucking psycho-babble!" Roman hissed, jumping up and running off. His feet thundered up the stairs and his door banged loudly when he got to his room, and Patton took a moment to re-examine the hurdle. Maybe it was a little more like an iceberg in a water obstacle, mostly hidden below the surface…

"He's always so mad!" Remus whispered, looking at the door his brother had vanished from with big eyes and a scrunched nose. "I don't know why but I think- do you think he hates me now?" He asked, and Patton just had to slide down to the cushion on the floor and offer his arms so the teenager could hide his sniffles in a hug.

"No, kiddo," Patton soothed him gently. "I think there's a lot going on and he's finding the easiest way to let it out. Mostly we do that when we're scared, and I don't know for sure, but there's a lot Roman could be scared of right now, don't you think?"

Remus shrugged.

"Whatever it is it's not something you've done, alright? You keep thinking about your ideas for now and I should go talk to Roman. I think maybe he might need a hug too and I'd like to offer."

"But shouldn't I be the one to do that?"

Patton cupped the back of his curly head, full to the brim with tender fondness. "Oh kiddo, that's real good of you. You're all kindness inside aren't you? But let me look after Roman for a bit now, and maybe you can offer him a hug too, in a little bit? I bet he'd appreciate you thinking of him."

"Okay," Remus agrees, letting go and sitting in Roman's spot on the couch.

"Okay."

The knocking went unanswered for a while. Patton tried a couple of times before he resorted to talking through the door, much as he disliked having to. Boundaries were one thing, but just allowing Roman to feel like he had all of the control in the situation could be as damaging as the opposite. And really it wasn't so much that he needed to be controlled as parented. Structure and guidance at Roman's age was invaluable, and now he'd decided to stop his sports as well there would be a loss of sorely needed routine that Patton was just hoping would transfer over to his performance club instead.

"Roman?" He called at last, softly. "I'm going to come inside so we can talk, alright?"

After giving Roman a moment to gather himself Patton pushed the door open and walked in, closing it again behind himself. "Hey Roman," he greeted the boy sat on the bed. He had his knees hugged up tight to his chest and he was glaring at the bedspread. "So. That was kind of a lot you put out downstairs. You wanna-"

"Oh cut the crap, Patton, I was being a brat. Why can't you just come out and say it?" Roman snapped.

"Because that's not helpful wording. And you're a teenager with trauma, Roman, I'm not gonna lie and say everything is okay, you could certainly hold the cursing a bit, but some outbursts are kinda inevitable."

"I said mean things."

"Yes. And why did you do that?" Patton wondered, sitting at the desk chair in the room. "Was it because you wanted something to happen?"

"No I-" the teenager faltered, before renewing his scowl. "It's none of your business."

"Well, that's sort of not true. I'm your foster parent now, Roman. You are my business, and when you're hurting it's my job to try and help you out."

"Well, I'm so sorry you got stuck with that."

Patton sighed. "Can I come sit with you for a sec, kiddo?" He asked, rubbing his hands over his knees. Roman rolled his eyes and shrugged in the same movement, shifting over very slightly and curling up even tighter somehow, looking as small as Patton had ever seen him.

"Dunno why you're even asking. It's your house," he muttered, and the adult took a moment to regroup.

"So, I think we've got a little mixed up somewhere," Patton began after a moment, perching on the edge of the bed beside Roman. "Because I'm not 'stuck' with you. I chose to take you and your brother because I wanted to help, and I wanted to help you boys. And that goes for both of you. I know we don't necessarily have the same friendship that Remus and I do, but that's okay. I'm not judging you differently for it, alright? I'm really not, but-"

"Kinda feels like you are."

"... Do you really feel that way?" Patton asked softly, a little horrified that the thought had even crossed Roman's mind.

"Well, yeah! I mean, you never try and hug me, or ask me to help in the kitchen, or touch my hair, or like, call me kiddo or have stupid midnight chats with me. You're just all over Remus and his stupid need to please! You're probably fucking him up even more, you know?! He won't even talk to me anymore, he just worships you, and that's not fair! You can't steal him! It's not fair!"

"Oh Roman, gosh. We'll," he cleared his throat quickly. "We'll go through some of that in a moment but right now I do want to hug you, real bad. Can I?"

Roman just nodded, and folded like a house of cards when Patton wrapped his arms around him, toppling over into his lap. He was clearly crying but Patton tried to allow him the dignity of not fussing too much. Except maybe, that's where he'd been going wrong so far?

"There, it's okay, you cry it out baby, alright?" He murmured, stroking Roman's hair slowly. It only made him sob all the heavier, and Patton closed his eyes and prayed it was cathartic and not traumatic. He waited until the boy in his lap had mellowed to sniffles and lying limp, before helping him sit up again, and reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand to start helping him clean his face up. "Oh sweetheart. Everything that I do with Remus, that's on the cards for you too, okay? Anything we have, it's not that he's earned it or I like him more, he just asks. All you gotta do is ask, and I'm so sorry you didn't know that before. I'm really sorry I didn't make it clear and you felt like you were being treated different.

I know you've got boundaries and I wanna respect them, because that's important too, so you gotta communicate with me if you want something to change, alright baby? I won't judge, I won't be upset or annoyed or disappointed if you want to change that, and I won't take a yes to a hug today to mean you'll want one tomorrow, you understand? These are your boundaries. I won't cross them, but you can step over and back whenever you like. That's what they're there for."

Roman gazed at him with his cheeks all blotchy and Patton fought not to well up in empathy. "I think it's best if we all start seeing Dr P. for some group stuff sooner rather than later, don't you? Help give you guys some of the words or tools you can use for times like these?" Patton suggested, brushing away a stray eyelash dislodged onto Roman's cheek by the tears. "Cause there's a few things you just said that I really want to make sure I don't do. Like taking Remus from you, that's not my goal, y'hear? But I also won't deny him what he needs when he asks for it, and you guys will have to figure that part out between yourselves. Can you try and do that?"

The head in his hands nodded slowly, and when he moved to pull away Roman stopped him, shyly giving him a blink and holding onto his wrists. Patton waited, silently willing Roman to find the words, cheering him on with a little encouraging smile until the teenager managed to croak out a quiet request for him not to go just yet.

"Of course, Roman. You want a hug again, or something else?"

"Can you just, sit here and keep doing this?" Roman asked, and oh boy could Patton oblige. The swelling of his heart in his chest powered every muscle in his body with pride and joy, and it was all he could do to just nod and keep gently brushing his thumbs over Roman's cheeks as the boy breathed and closed his eyes, giving in to the need for comfort.

They would come back to the Thanksgiving question later on, and decide that maybe choosing a movie or video game and having a fun night in could work for all three of them, picking their favourite snacks. They ended up playing hours of a hard-fought Smash Bros tournament that Patton spectacularly lost but thoroughly enjoyed, especially when Roman outlandishly cheated by leaning across him to sabotage Remus's controller, turning a slightly shy grin his way when the adult just laughed at the audacity. The twins camped out in the living room together that night too, and when Patton finished in the bathroom later on and made the walk back to his bedroom, he could hear soft whispers and giggles from down the stairs, and smiled in relief.

A better Thanksgiving he couldn't have asked for, as the first of many to come.

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#writepie #foster family au #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides

[chapitre7]

let the wind blow away the meaningless words

The Untamed [陈情令] | Mo Dao Zu Shi [魔道祖师] fanfiction

Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (Wangxian)

Modern AU

For @surefireshore ❤

Read on AO3

There’s been nothing new on Instagram for the past fifteen minutes. He doesn’t even like Instagram. But every time he opens the app, there’s new pictures of his sister and nephew, and although there’s some of his brother-in-law too, well, it’s a small price to pay to look at Yanli. Jiang Cheng has been in almost all of Huaisang’s pictures because they’re roommates and there’s no other person to validate Huaisang’s obsession with photography and dressing up in person while they’re all staying inside. Jiang Cheng even looks amused in some of them, and Wei Ying misses them. Misses the stupid world that he didn’t even have time for before everything changed.

 His laptop has been thrown to the side and has long since gone into power saving mode. The lights are off because it’s early and the sun draws cheer into the walls and floor, but still Wei Ying’s phone is the brightest light in the room. He has e-mails to respond. He has clients waiting for him. He was planning on being productive because he loves being productive and coming up with ideas he had never tried before on any of his designs. But he had slept through his alarm, and he had showered, and had breakfast, and sat for an hour by his work desk and still nothing came to him. Not even the simple, or the ordinary, or even the basics. He wanted to lie down so he did — he’d just answer some of his e-mails, recheck his deadlines, work on his schedule a little bit, but he kept spacing out on the subject lines. If he opened them, his clients would be notified that he had read their e-mails, and then there’d be the expectation of the reply. He didn’t own a watch, but he used to have a clock when he lived with the Jiangs. It was loud in the middle of the night, so he still hears it sometimes. Ticking, ticking. How is it so late in the morning? How is it still morning?

 Wei Ying’s cellphone falls out of his grasp. If he lies there, he could fall asleep, and if he falls asleep, he’s going to be tossing and turning all night. It’s still morning. There’s things to do. He’s still thinking about Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Huaisang, talking loudly and laughing, just the way they all used to. They’re all so busy now, and the promises to meet up are months old. It’s fine. He still loves them, and they love him. They’ll have a big get together after it’s all over. They can invite Huaisang’s brother and Lan Zhan’s brother and maybe his sister will let him help with the food. Making, not eating. Jiang Cheng can bite him.

 He loves them and they love him. Yes. He knows that. It’s just a bad time. He inhales deeply, exhales. It’s a bad time.

 The door to his room is ajar, and he watches as a small shadow approaches. Bichen hops into view and he smiles, can’t help but smile every time he sees the bunnies. If Bichen is wandering about, then Lan Zhan has already wrapped his tutoring for the morning. When he lets the bunnies out to roam freely around the apartment, Suibian always goes for the spots in the living room warm with the sun, but Bichen always follows Lan Zhan. She plays favorites and it’s not fair because it was Wei Ying who picked them at the pet shop all those years ago! They should love him best. But how could ever blame them for liking Lan Zhan best, when Lan Zhan is wonderful, and kind, and beautiful, and despite having crazy arm strength due to many years of archery, he touches you so gently? Lan Zhan is his favorite too, so he yields.

 He’s having a whole mental conversation with Bichen for all of the ten seconds it takes for Lan Zhan to show up at his door.

 “Wei Ying?” He asks, picking Bichen up and lingering there, as if this crazy man Wei Ying loves so much would need permission to enter his own bedroom.

 Wei Ying doesn’t respond with words, just a hum, making grabby hands at the other. If he means he wants to hold Bichen or Lan Zhan or both, he doesn’t clear up. Lan Zhan just walks in, places Bichen in Wei Ying’s arms, and sits on the edge of the bed. His long hair is tied up in a low ponytail today, trailing down the right side of his chest.

 “Lan Zhan, if you look this beautiful to your students, how are they ever going to pay attention in class?” Wei Ying says, petting Bichen absentmindedly, tutting at her when she means to jump off the bed.

 “It’s a no go today?”

 His long archer fingers brush Wei Ying’s bangs away from his face. Wei Ying hasn’t washed his hair in... too long, if he can’t really remember, but he also doesn’t want to make an effort to remember anything. He’s been making efforts for hours and all he wants to do is lie there and not think about people while thinking about people.

 He chuckles, and it’s horrible, something high-pitched like Xue Yang from the office would make. Why the fuck is he thinking about Xue Yang now? He chuckles again.

 “It’s a no go,” he says, closing his eyes, bringing Bichen a little closer to his chest and then having to hold her a little tighter to keep her in place for five seconds before she wriggles out and leaves him. Lan Zhan’s fingers are still in his hair, and he can feel his beautiful hazel eyes on him, so it’s good. Lan Zhan’s gaze, even angry, when they met in competitions, is always welcome. Especially now that he has it all for himself, and can call it his.

 Wei Ying places his hand on top of Lan Zhan’s on his hair.

 Lan Zhan hums, leans down to kiss Wei Ying’s temple. His lips are warm, making all of Wei Ying warm, even if right now, moving and doing any of the many promises to show Lan Zhan how he much loves him are the farthest things from his mind. Lan Zhan’s attention is like a blanket, or air, or any metaphor his functional brain could usually conjure. He threads his fingers through Lan Zhan’s and closes his eyes.

 “What do you want for lunch?”

 “I’m not hungry,” he says, and the hum that follows is disapproving. It makes Wei Ying smile, even if it fades quickly.

 “What do you want for dinner then?”

 “Lan Zhan picks,” he says, and Lan Zhan seems to like that a little better.

 “Bibim Naengmyeon*?”

 Wei Ying does laugh then, a spontaneous little thing. If Wei Ying let him, Lan Zhan would make him every spicy dish he likes, and eat it without complaining. He has to remind Lan Zhan, every day, that he should indulge in his favorite things too. That he’s allowed to, or else Wei Ying will spend all of his money to pamper him. Today, Wei Ying nods at the suggestion. Today, he pulls Lan Zhan’s arm in a clear invitation, and Lan Zhan goes, into Wei Ying’s open arms.

 Jiang Cheng used to get angry with him when he was like this. He used to echo some of their mother’s worst words from her worst days. He never meant harm, he just didn’t know what to do. Wei Ying still doesn’t know either. But ever since their friendship turned into a relationship, Lan Zhan doesn’t shy away from contact. There’s always a kiss to the forehead when Wei Ying doesn’t expect, an arm around him, and he sleeps in his arms, as if they had always done so. And when his brain doesn’t obey him, doesn’t do the things expected of it, when Wei Ying wants to be as small as possible, because he’s too much, he’s always been too much, Lan Zhan takes it. He takes it and he holds him and lets him just be, and he still loves him.

 “Lan Zhan,” he says, against his clavicle. “Sing me a song?”

 Lan Zhan doesn’t like his singing voice, which is ridiculous, because to Wei Ying, it’s perfect just like the rest of him. He hums then, an old, loved melody, the vibrations of his voice touching Wei Ying’s skin. Wei Ying remembers listening to this very melody when they were just kids. It wasn’t his to claim yet, back then. He stole it from Lan Zhan through the closed door of the music room, Lan Zhan humming it and playing it on the piano; it was fragile then, and the most beautiful thing Wei Ying had ever heard. It was only many years later, only recently, that Wei Ying knew it was his, it had always been his, and would always be his.

 Lan Zhan hums, one hand messing Wei Ying’s hair, the other holding his hand, and Wei Ying doesn’t want to fall asleep because there’s not a second of this that he wants to miss. When the song is finished, he has to hug Lan Zhan tight, just the way he does when Lan Zhan is the one who needs to be held, overwhelmed and with his eyes so distant and sad. If he holds him the tighter he can, does Lan Zhan know how much he loves him? He hopes so.

 “I’ll bring you something to eat,” Lan Zhan says, kissing his forehead. Wei Ying whines, tries to hold on, but it’s not a real attempt, and Lan Zhan sits up. He picks up Bichen from whatever spot she had been lying on and puts her back in Wei Ying’s embrace, a fluffy replacement of him, before he kisses the back of one of Wei Ying’s hands and walks away.

 He hums the song all the way to the kitchen. With his eyes closed, Wei Ying focuses on the sounds of his footsteps, of cabinets opening and closing, of the microwave. The signs of Lan Zhan’s life, of him in Wei Ying’s life. He hears murmured words and knows Lan Zhan is talking to Suibian, and the smile that grows on his face is wide, almost teary. He pets and kisses Bichen, and she’s lenient. Maybe she knows him, like Lan Zhan. They all know and love each other within these walls they made for themselves.

 Maybe later, he’ll go grocery shopping for dinner with Lan Zhan. For now, he just lies on his bed, and he listens.

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* Bibim Naengmyeon (spicy cold noodles). There's no particular reason I chose a Korean recipe; I imagine Lan Zhan would cook Wei Ying just about anything he likes, regardless of the cuisine.

#The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #fanfiction #Wangxian #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Alternate Universe: Modern Setting

[langdons-little-witch-bitch]

Skinny dipping

(edit made by me)

Summary: Y/N and Xavier unwind together after a hard day of work (well for Y/N at least) at Camp Redwood.

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted a Xavier x male!reader fic. Sorry it took me so long! But hey what better day to post than today 😉

This is my first time writing male x male, I hope it’s ok and you’ll enjoy it 😊

(English is not my first language)

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smutty (no actual sex tho), male x male, drug use, skinny dipping, handjobs, public smut

Word count: 1133

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Y/N was on his way to the lake as the sun began to set. A towel thrown over his shoulder, wearing his skimpy, tight trunks that left little for the imagination.

It has been an exhausting day. He had to take care of the youngest campers today and let’s just say they’ve been quiet a handful. He was completely worn out and just wanted to swim a few rounds to clear his head and relax before heading for bed.

Just when he took a turn around the corner of one of the cabins, he ran into a broad chest, covered in a teal shirt. Xavier.

“Hey man, I’ve been looking for you. Where are you headed?”, he asked in a joyful tone. 

“Oh just going for a swim and then to bed. Been kind of a rough day.”

“Mind if I join you? I’ve got something here", he patted the pocket of his jacket, “that can help you relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know.” Y/N was hesitant. Since day one Xavier has brought them into trouble, but still he couldn’t seem to stay away from the blonde. Xavier was just too intriguing. Always carrying a mischievous glimmer in his blue eyes, a smug grin adorning his mouth and a joke on his lips.

“Come on,” Xavier whined, “let’s have some fun. We didn’t get to hang out much lately. I miss my buddy.” The way he emphasized the word buddy made Y/N’s stomach tingle. 

He and Xavier were more than pals, sort of. He was always very flirty and touchy with Y/N. First he thought that was just his nature. He was always flirting, sending winks and dazzling smiles at almost everyone’s directions. But it was different with Y/N. The blonde always seemed to seek his proximity and they spend a lot of time together after their duties as counselors. Y/N was not naïve enough to believe that Xavier wanted something serious though. It was probably just a summer fling to him, but nevertheless Y/N enjoyed the attention and affection he received. 

Xavier had led him to the shore of the lake, a bit offside.

“Ok what do you have in store for me now?”, Y/N asked.

Xavier just flashed him that infamous smirk that signaled he was up to no good. He took a little glance around to check that no one would see them, before he pulled a joint out of his inside pocket.

“Are you crazy? We’re gonna get kicked out if they catch us”, Y/N panicked.

“Then we just have to make sure that we don’t get caught”, Xavier shrugged his shoulders nonchalant. “I thought you wanted to relax, this will definitely help you.”

“You know what else would help? A good night of sleep.”

Despite his concerns he let himself got roped by Xavier. Charming fucker. Always getting his way, Y/N thought, rolling his eyes.

The two young men sat down in the grass on Y/N’ s towel and Xavier pulled out a lighter to lit the joint. He took a long drag from it, letting the smoke linger inside his mouth a bit before exhaling with a long sigh. He passed it to Y/N while asking about his day.

“It was terrible”, he groaned, “I had the kids today.”

Xavier let out a gloating laugh, earning him a playful smack to the chest.

“Sorry, I’m just glad it wasn’t my turn. These little hellions can be so annoying.”

They laughed while passing the joint. Y/N laid down on his back, feeling the impact of the weed, making him a bit dizzy. Xavier soon followed him, laying close to the boys body. He could feel the warmth radiate of the taller body next to him, his skin immediately starting to heat up too.

For a while they just lay there together, watching the dark glowing orange and reddish colors switch into a pitch black, while they kept taking drags from the joint alternately. Their conversation turning into silly nonsense thanks to the weed clouding their minds.

“Hey didn’t you wanted to take a swim? We should definitely take a swim”, Xavier suddenly announced excited. The light of the nearby lanterns illuminating his beautiful features in soft, golden light, making his face glow.

He stood up and shrugged his lavender jacket off before starting to take his shirt off.

“Come on. Get your lazy ass up”, he demanded.

Y/N couldn’t bring himself to get up yet, sleepy from the day and the weed.

“Hmmm I rather lay here and enjoy the show”, he winked at him.

Xavier smirked arrogantly, well aware of his good looks and its affect on others. He proceeded peeling the fabric off his firm chest, slowly, teasingly. Y/N’s eyes followed his every move, watching the muscles in Xavier’s bicep flex as he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. The blonde fumbled with the button of his slacks before letting them glide down his sturdy legs.

Y/N started to feel even hotter, his mind hazy. His mouth started to go dry and he licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the muscular thighs of the handsome boy in front of him. Damn those jazzercise classes really have paid of, he thought.

He could fell himself begin to harden as he raked his eyes over Xavier’s half naked form, especially when his gaze landed on the prominent bulge in his tiny briefs. As the blonde started to take these off too, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

“Fuck man”, he breathed out as he ogled at the magnificent sight presented to him.

“Like what you see?”, Xavier teased with that cocky grin that never seemed to leave his lips.

Befuddled by lust Y/N just nodded before standing up.

“Come let’s go in the water”, Xavier walked up to Y/N, his hands dipping into the waistband of his swim wear, “but without these. Its only fair.” He puckered his lips in a fake pout, before pulling the fabric down Y/N’s legs, leaving them both bare.

Xavier took him by the hand, leading him to the lake before starting to sprint, letting go to dive into the seemingly black water. He turned on his back to swim backwards, looking at Y/N.

“Come in, the water is really refreshing.”

Y/N quickly jumped in, catching up to Xavier, who he could barely made out in the dark. Now that the lanterns were a fair way off, the only source of light was the bright full moon shining above them.

They swam for a while, fooling around, laughing, splashing each other with water, until Xavier led Y/N closer to the shore where they could stand in the water.

Water droplets dripped down their chests, looking like little crystals in the moonlight. Without saying anything Xavier stepped closer to Y/N, his large hands gripping the boys face before locking their lips. Y/N immediately responded to the kiss. Xavier’s soft, plump lips caressed his softly, before deepening the kiss. He coaxed the boy’s lips open with his, letting his warm tongue slide in. Their tongues exploring each others mouth, feeling, tasting. Meanwhile Xavier let his hands wander. From Y/N’s neck, down his back to his butt where he gripped the cheeks firmly, pulling him in, their crotches meeting. Y/N gasped into the kiss as he met the now rock hard length of Xavier, grinding himself slightly against him.

They broke the kiss to suck in some fresh air. Eyes dilated in lust. Y/N started to glide his hands down Xavier’s chest slowly, while he held on his waist tightly. He circled the blondes nibbles with his thumbs which elicited a faint moan from him. He continued downwards, tracing the gentle outlines on his stomach, before finally settling at his shaft. He gripped the base firmly and started pumping him at a steady pace. Xavier moaned loudly as Y/N circled the tip of his length with his thumb. He kept circling the head, before gently running his digit over the slit. Even underwater he could feel him leaking pre cum.

“Fuck”, Xavier panted, “feels so good man. Keep going.”

Y/N gladly obeyed, going back to stroking him at a faster pace now. In the meantime Xavier started to grip at Y/N’s length, wanting to make him feel good too. They both stroked each other rapidly, desperate for release. Their free hands touching and groping each others flesh while their moans and groans filled the nightly air. Xavier pulled Y/N by his length gently, but firmly, to get him even closer, bringing him into a sloppy, hungry kiss.

“God, Xavier I’m so close”, Y/N moaned, bucking his hips upwards.

“Me too. Fuck”, he hissed as Y/N squeezed him while going even faster now.

Soon they both came loudly and unbridled, not caring if someone might hear. The surrounding water washed the sticky strings of cum off their hands.

“Maybe we shouldn’t let the campers swim here anymore”, Y/N slightly cringed, making Xavier laugh.

“And you wanna explain them why?”, he aske amused.

“Oh god no.”

“Now wasn’t that better than what you originally planned?”, Xavier asked, changing the topic.

“Much better.”

They both stepped out of the water, drying themselves off with Y/N’s towel and getting closed again. Whereas Y/N didn’t had much to put on anyway and Xavier didn’t bothered to put his shirt and jacket back on.

They walked back to their cabins together.

“We definitely have to repeat that soon”, Xavier winked at Y/N before wishing him a good night and heading into the opposite direction to his sleeping place.

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Julian X Fem!Apprentice 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 NSFW

(I’m going to be using the name of the apprentice I came up with for my playthrough, just cuz I really like the character. I’ll likely also use her for other fics I write in the future. If you wish to read from a first person POV just replace “Mia” with your Fem!Apprentice’s name as you read.)

I could feel my eyes draw to a close as I lay in Julian’s gentle embrace, the soft fire light underneath Mazelinka’s cauldron still visible through the thin silky courtain which separated us from her living space.

I watched it flicker and fade, blurred by the texture of the fabric, as I similarly faded away beneath Julian’s arm. Once I finally closed my eyes all I could hear was Julian’s gentle breathing (and occasional snore). All I could feel was the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and the warmth of his body as he spooned me from behind.

I remember feeling something I haven’t felt for an awfully long time in that moment... some utterly peaceful feeling that I can’t quite describe. As I drifted away in his arms all I could do was hope that maybe he felt that way too...

I awoke, I assume, not too long after I had originally fallen asleep, to a sharp pain in my side, and the violent jostling of the mattress that we both shared. I rolled over in confusion to identify the source of this disturbance.

Unsurprisingly, it was Julian who had awoken me; spasming and groaning due to what I could only guess was an awful nightmare. In the beginnings of his panic he had managed to somehow hit me in the ribs. I couldn’t tell you if it was a kick or a punch, but I do know that the force I had felt puts no doubt in my mind that whatever he was fighting in that nightmare, he was fighting for his life.

Concerned, I sat up in bed and shook him with all of the strength I could muster to try and wake him— which worked. However, in retrospect the force I used was likely overkill. I was panicked and didn’t know better. This was only the second time I had ever seen him like this.

I watched as Julian’s eye fluttered open, his expression quickly changing from fear to confusion to relief. “My Gods... w-what happened?” He managed to mutter.

“I think you were having a Nightmare...” I replied, unsure of the details myself.

“Right, right.” He seems to recollect... something. “I wasn’t too much of a disturbance was I darling...?”

“Oh shut up Ilya...” I cooed. “You always talk about yourself like that... you just shook the bed a bit and woke me up, that’s all.”

Julian’s nose and ears flushed a pretty pink when hearing my tone. A gentle but mischievous smile growing on his dimly lit, rouge face. “Well I’m glad I did.” He pushes me over onto my back, pinning me to the mattress.

“Julian...” I whispered, “we’re at Mazelinka’s...”

“I know.” He replies playfully, twirling his spindley finger around a strand of my long honey blond hair.

I must have begun to blush as well because his smile metamorphisizes into a suggestive smirk. “Oh Mia Mia Mia... why are you so beautiful when you’re flustered?”

I can feel my face get hotter and hotter. “Do you know how much trouble we would be in if we got caught?” I whisper pointedly.

“If we get caught” he replies naughtily, a surprisingly soft hand gently caressing my cheek.

My heart is racing, temptation beginning to override my senses. I couldn’t help it anymore. I stared up at Julian, my emerald green eyes glazed over with a powerful lust. My arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his flushed pale face down to mine. Before I even knew what I was doing our lips touched.

The kiss began gentle and loving, but his lips slowly grew hungrier and hungrier. He began to gently tug at the silver night robe I was wearing, like he was begging, pleading to see what lied underneath it.

I let slip a quiet moan as he passionately bit my bottom lip, my hands frantically unbuttoning his white shirt. Before I knew it, his white button up and slacks lie sprawled on Mazelinka’s floor, leaving only his normally loose fitting underwear between me and his member, which jutted out from his torso in his arousal.

Julian couldn’t help himself. With a little help from me, my robe was undone and the whole of my figure lie before him on the bed. I watched his face grow a deeper, darker red as he took me all in. After all, this was the first time he had seen me fully nude.

“A-...are you sure you want to do this daring?” He whispers kindly in my ear.

I can’t contain my excitement any longer. “Oh yes... p-please Jules!” I quietly exclaimed.

“...perfect.” He whispered slyly in my ear, kissing and nibbling it as I brought my hand down to his bulging erection and began to touch him through his boxers.

He let out a sudden groan of pleasure and started bringing his mouth down, from my ear, to my neck, to my breast. He took a moment to look up at me devilishly, with those stunning silver eyes, before planting his warm lips on my right nipple, sucking and licking as he pleased.

I moaned softly “o-oh... Juliaaahn... y-you’re such a g-good boy.” My legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, leaving nothing but those boxers between us and ultimate intimacy.

He brings his face from my breast and looks at me with another devilish smirk. “Am I really a good boy?” He questions, bringing his long and surgically practiced fingers down the length of my body and between my legs.

“Y-yes Julian... you’re such a g-“ I found myself pausing as he thrust his finger deep inside me, beginning to slowly pulse in and out. “goooood boy.”

Feeding off my my praise he pulses faster and faster, watching me writhe beneath him with pleasure. I watch as his erection begins to point upwards in excitement and his boxers begin to grow a bit wet where his tip would be.

“F-fuck! Julian!” I moan. “I c-can’t take it anymore just take me! Please just take me! Fuck me!” I can’t stand it. It feels like my mind has melted under his masterful touch. My lusts leaping from my lips before I can stop them. I can’t think. I just want him.

“Would that please you darling? Would you like that?” He asks suggestively, pulling off his underwear.

“Mhmm” I nod, my face a deep crimson.

Like a puppy given approval by their master he leaps to action with gusto. Lifting my legs back and holding them down beside my head. “A-Are you ready?” He asks, seeming a bit nervous yet overcome with excitement at the same time.

“Yes” I instantly blurt.

I then feel him slowly slip all of himself inside of me. I gasp with pleasure, and his once pale face is left a deep and dark maroon. “Ohhh Mia...” he purrs. “Ohh you’re... I-I don’t think I can take this for very loaahng”

I close my eyes in ecstasy, feeling him begin to slowly thrust back and forth. I clench the soft ginger curls at the nape of his neck as he starts to pick up the pace.

I can’t control myself anymore. I begin to moan... and they’re lengthy loud ones too. I’m overcome. He’s hitting all of the right spots. It’s just too good. I’m so loud... but I don’t care.

“T-thaaat’s right Mia...” he manages to murmur through the pleasure. The pounding getting faster and faster. His breathing getting more and more erratic. “Let me be a gooood boy for you.”

I can tell he’s getting closer. His member is throbbing inside me in anticipation. It feels far too good, I can’t help but— “J-J-Julian!” I gasp, releasing myself all over him, tightening around his stiffness as he continues to pound.

I feel his fingernails dig into my thighs. He’s struggling to get through my orgasm. “M-M-Miaaa!” He moans loudly before freezing, his face glowing red from arousal and exertion. His grip on my thighs gets stronger and I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as he spills his load inside of me.

He stays frozen, panting for a minute, before planting a kiss on my forehead and pulling out to lay beside me on the bed again.

We lie like that for a few moments. Breathless in each other’s arms. I don’t know for how long but it was a moment I wish could have lasted forever. I feel as Julian begins to drift off... letting a few simple words past his lips before succumbing to exhaustion; “...I love you.”

“I love you too”

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Avengers: Inevitable (Part 4)

Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (and Steve Rogers x Reader)

Part 3 is HERE. Part 5 is HERE. Series Masterlist. 

6  Y e a r s  A g o

Steve never thought that he would be out shopping for a ring, especially with Tony. He was nervous and his hands were sweating profusely knowing that Tony always wanted the best for his daughter. He wasn’t even sure if he was more nervous now or when he asked Tony for your hand in marriage.

Tony was the only one to know that Steve was going to propose and that’s exactly how Steve wanted it to be. He knew that his daughter wanted everything to be simple, no matter how much he wanted it to be out of this world. What he absolutely wanted the most was to walk his daughter down the aisle and hand him off to someone who loved her as much as he did.

When Steve finally thought that he found the perfect ring, Tony’s lips pressed into a thin line and caused Steve to panic. “We’ll keep looking,” he mumbled, about to give the engagement ring back to the jeweler. Tony raised his hand, causing Steve to stop his motions and see the tears invading Tony’s eyes.

Tony choked back a sob, gently putting his arm on Steve’s shoulder. “She’ll love it, Cap.” Steve began to beam at what Tony just said. He pulled Steve in for a quick hug, patting him proudly on the back.  When the hug finally broke, Steve saw how bright Tony’s eyes were. “I’m proud of you both. No matter how much you piss me off.”

Steve laughed loudly, hand flying to his chest as he usually did. It was a laugh that completely shocked his body from how happy he was at this very moment. “Thanks, Tony.” Steve nodded towards the jeweler who smiled, grabbing the ring from Steve’s hand before he dropped it.

“You know you can start calling me Dad soon, Capsicle.”

“We’ll see about that,” Steve chuckled, following the jeweler as she prepared to take down the proper measurements. “Would you call me your son?”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself now.” Tony grinned and they both chuckled to themselves.

***

P r e s e n t  D a y

You didn’t know what you were doing. You left from the rush of anger and disappointment and ended up back at your apartment, tears still hot on your face. The only thing that got you out of your thinking was your cellphone ringing and you took it out of your pocket to check the caller ID.

There was no doubt that you would’ve never answered it if it were Steve, but instead it was an unknown number. You bit your lip, finally answering the call and placing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Pep. Bucky gave me your new number since I forgot to ask when you came.” A bright female voice filled your ears and you sighed happily after unknowingly holding your breath. You were pretty sure Bucky sneakingly got your number somehow, but you were glad Pepper finally had it. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head to yourself, letting out a laugh. “Nothing, Pepper, nothing at all. How’s everything going?”

“It’s great over here. Morgan wanted to set up a dinner actually, just us three.” A small smile started to pull at your lips, missing normal conversations like this. “And she loved the idea of sleeping over your apartment and begged me to call all day long.”

You chuckled and pressed the phone tighter to your ear, wanting to be back home so bad. “My apartment is always open to the both of you.”

“What days are you free, honey? She’s just going to keep begging me to ask, but if you don’t have any right now, we can check up at a later time?” Pepper suggested.

“I...I can let you know when a day opens up.”

You could hear some rustling on the other side of the line before Pepper’s voice was heard again. “That’s perfect.”

Before you both said your goodbye’s, you cut in again. “You have like everyone’s numbers and addresses, right?”

“Uh, I have it somewhere in here. Text me whose you need and I’ll send it to you when I find it, okay?” You were surprised when she didn’t ask why you wanted it as you tried your hardest to not sound desperate. Finally, you both said your goodbyes and I love you’s and hung up. You sent your text and it was less than five minutes before you got a text from Pepper with more information than you asked, knowing it was with F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s help.

After the call you packed what you thought you would need and called who you needed to, not knowing how the night would end up going with worry coursing through your veins.

Eventually, you pulled up to a pretty expensive apartment complex and checked once more from Pepper’s text about the apartment number. You sat in your car for longer than you intended to, trying to grasp the courage that you needed to knock on that door.

You finally decided to leave your car and walk up to the apartment and felt your body go numb when you knocked loudly. A few muffled voices filled your ears and it took everything in you to not turn back around and walk down the hallway you walked up. Something unlocked and the door opened in front of you, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours.

“Y/N?” One of Bucky’s eyebrows arched up, staring inquisitively at the woman who stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” you spoke up, but then you heard a familiar male voice behind Bucky. You tried to look behind the man who wasn’t moving in front of you but the familiar voice got closer.

Bucky was shoved out of the way and Sam’s figure suddenly stood in front of you. He pulled you into a hug as you shockingly hugged back. When the hug ended, he grinned at you. “Don’t know how you got our address, but boy, am I happy to see you.”

“Thank Pepper.”

“I know I shouldn't have given her your number,” Bucky mumbled and opened the door for you to finally step in.

You chuckled and shoved at him lightly. “Maybe next time don’t try to sneak it without me knowing and just ask.”

Sam moved towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it up with water. “What brings you here?”

“Before we get there...you two, living together? What kind of alternate universe shit?”

“We’re not living together. We’re just going over a few things,” Bucky interrupted your thoughts as Sam handed the glass of water in front of you. When you raised your eyebrow for him to keep going, he shook his head. “That’s information that doesn’t involve you, Y/N.”

“So you get to barge into my apartment and I allow you to stay the night, but you won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“Exactly.” Bucky moved towards the couch in the living room and finally plopping down. Sam and you followed behind him, as you gently sat down. “Now what do you need?”

“Why do you think I came here for something, can’t I just enjoy the company of you two?” You took a sip from your cup, noting how Sam and Bucky could see right through your bullshit. When you finally finished, you pursed your lips into a tight line at their knowing eyes. “Okay, fine. I don’t want to go see Strange alone.”

Bucky jolted up on the couch, eyes wide. “Why do you want to see Strange?”

“I have some questions for him, that’s all.”

“If they were just some questions, you’d be fine going on your own,” Sam added and crossed his arms in front of him. “What kind of questions?”

“Is it about Tony?” Bucky asked. You glanced over to him as your mouth attempted to formulate some words but nothing came out. “Y/N, I told you, it’s time to move on.” He sighed and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m fucking sick of hearing that, Bucky.”

“Well, it’s all I’ve had to do my entire life. If you need help with it, I can do that.”

You slammed the cup of water down onto the table, some water plopping onto the wooden table. They both gasped as you stood up, fuming from where you stood. “I’m tired of it. I want to move on, trust me. If I want to do that, I think that I need to see Strange.”

Sam stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder as he noticed how visibly upset and drained you were. “I think he has the answers that you’ve probably been asking yourself for quite some time. If you think he’d help you get the answers to move on, I’ll go with you.”

You were surprised to see how receptive Sam was, as he already was willing to go visit Strange with you. Bucky looked between the two of you and groaned, knowing that you were relentless. “We’ll go in the morning.”

“I already called him. He said to come tonight.”

***

Sam sat in the passenger seat as Bucky sat behind him, begging for him to push his seat forward more, once again. Sam didn’t listen as usual with his window rolled down and feeling the night breeze hit his face. Bucky groaned in the backseat, moving to sit behind you after the Sam’s stubbornness.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you started driving, but you finally pulled up to the address that Pepper had given and Strange had confirmed it. You were more nervous now than before and you had support this time.

When the three of you stood in front of Strange’s door and were about to knock, it opened with Strange behind it. “Y/N.”

“Strange.” You nodded towards him as he opened the door wide enough for all of you to enter. He invited you to sit down at a pretty large table, set for the next meal. It was a lot of small talk and catching up before the topic was finally brought up as to why you came. You pulled your hands together, feeling the sweat on your palms. “I just came to ask a few questions. I...I need to come to terms...with things.”

“About Tony,” Strange cut in. You nodded instantly. “There was only one in 14,000,605, Y/N.”

“To defeat Thanos, which has happened.” Sam and Bucky looked at each other and finally looked back at the two of you. “Is it a future where my father is still alive after he snapped his fingers?”

Strange’s face remained stoic as he eyed your face over. He saw the determined look that continued to pour through your eyes and how he knew just how much you tried to work around bringing him back.

“Y/N, if this isn’t the answer you’re expecting it to be…” Bucky trailed off, placing his hand down on your trembling hands. “I told you that I’d help you.” A ringtone filled the ears of everyone at the table before Bucky noticed that it was someone called. He glanced up at you, even though your eyes were still set on Strange and took the call in a quieter place.

Strange nodded slowly as you tried to process his reply. “He does come back in the one successful outcome.”

Bucky stood in the other room, call finally connecting with Steve. You didn’t know that Bucky had told Steve how you wanted to talk to Strange. Bucky pressed the phone to his ear, whispering so that you wouldn’t hear him as Steve confirmed he was on his way.

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