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fan-fics-are-life · 4 years

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Crowley whumpfic? (Good Omens)

A/N: Another fic, another fandom! Also I know it’s kinda crap, I was tired and not in the mood when I wrote it.

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Crowley was late.

If it would be any other occasion, he would have cancelled or shown up fashionably late. But it wasn’t any other occasion. It was his dinner with Aziraphale in the Ritz.

You may ask why he was late. Well, one moment he was exactly on time, and the next he looked at his watch and realized that he had been fixing his hair for way too long.

So now he was 15 minutes late and he was trying to lock the door. With a key. He was panicking too much to think that he could just do it with his magic. When he finally got the door locked, he turned quickly around and started to go down the stairs.

But because he was in such a hurry and miscalculated the step’s location, so he stepped too far. Then there was a loud “SHIT!” and then the stairway went quiet.

If someone would’ve come there, they would’ve found an unconscious demon laying at the bottom of the stairs with his long limbs in all awkward directions.

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Aziraphale waited. And waited. But Crowley was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t like Crowley to miss their dinners. And even if he had to miss (which were extremely rare cases) he would call or at least text Aziraphale before.

It had been half an hour since they had to meet up and Aziraphale started to worry.

It’s probably nothing, thought Aziraphale, maybe he just... forgot. That thought made Aziraphale kinda sad.

He tried calling Crowley, but he didn’t answer. Now Aziraphale really started to worry.

He decided that he would go to Crowley’s flat to check on him. He just hoped that the demon was just asleep or something. He didn’t want to think about that maybe some demon had dragged him to hell and was torturing him.

No, that can’t be the case, thought Aziraphale, but he wasn’t sure that this thought calmed him. His pace quickened and soon Crowley’s flat building came into his view.

Aziraphale was climbing up the stairs when suddenly he saw a lump at the bottom of the stairs. He quickly walked over to the lump. He gasped when he saw that the lump was Crowley.

“Crowley! Do you hear me?!” Aziraphale asked as he kneeled over the unconscious demon. “Crowley?” he asked again and put his fingers onto the demon’s neck. He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding when he felt that the demon still had a pulse.”

“Crowley, dear, can you hear me?” Aziraphale asked once again. The demon stirred.

“Crowley, are you okay?” the angel asked the demon, who had sat up and was clutching his head.

“..Whot..?” Crowley breathed out and looked around confused. His eyes landed on Aziraphale.

“’Ziraph’le?” he slurred out and squinted at the angel.

“Yes, dear. It’s me, I’m here” Aziraphale said reassuringly as he moved closer to Crowley.

Aziraphale had read that sometimes when humans fell and hit their head, they might get a concussion. He had also read about the symptoms. He wasn’t sure if angels and demons could get concussions, but he decided to check the demon for symptoms.

“Okay, Crowley, can you tell me where you are?” Aziraphale asked softly.

Crowley wanted to look around, but when he turned his head, a sharp pain shot trough it and he grabbed his head between his hands. He let out a quiet groan.

“Crowley, are you alright?” Aziraphale asked him with a concerned voice.

“My head” Crowley said quietly and made a grimace.

“I know, it hurts. Try to move your head as little as possible, but still, dear, can you tell me where you are?” Aziraphale tried again.

“Uhm...my flat building?” Crowley said unsurely.

“That’s correct. Now, do you remember what happened?” Aziraphale asked as he put his hand on Crowley’s knee.

“I...um...I-I....I don’t know” Crowley said sadly.

“It’s okay, can you look me into the eye now, dear?” Aziraphale asked softly.

“Why?” Crowley asked in return.

“I want to see your eyes” Aziraphale said back to the sad looking demon.

“But my eyes are ugly” Crowley said sadly and looked down.

“Your eyes are very beautiful, my dear” Aziraphale said in a sweet tone.

“You really think so?” Crowley asked Aziraphale and raised his head.

“Yes, dear, but I still need to see them” Aziraphale said, “Do you mind staying still for a moment?” he continued.

Crowley looked Aziraphale straight into his eyes and he saw that Crowley’s usually thin pupils were different width. One of them was really thin and the other was quite wide.

“Oh,dear, it looks like you have a concussion. Crowley, are you feeling alright?” the angel asked when he saw that the demon was extremely pale.

Crowley was quiet for about 2 seconds and then threw up all over himself, Aziraphale and the staircase.

“Oh,dear” Aziraphale said. Not because he would’ve thought that it was disgusting, but because it happened so suddenly.

Crowley gagged and threw up for two more minutes and then leaned onto the clean part of the staircase. He was exhausted.

“‘m sorry” he mumbled.

“There is no need to apologize, you can’t help such things” Aziraphale said reassuringly and with a snap of his fingers everything was cleaned up.

“Can you miracle my concussion away too?” Crowley asked with a hopeful voice.

“I’m so sorry, dear, but I can’t, I have already tried.” Aziraphale said with a sad voice. Crowley sighed to that.

“Okay, let’s get you to your flat. Can you walk?” Aziraphale asked as he got up.

“Umm...not sure, I can try, though” Crowley said as he stood up while using the railing for support.His knees buckled and Aziraphale caught him before he could hit the ground again.

“Okay, maybe I need a little bit of support” Crowley said and chuckled.

They went up the stairs. Crowley supported himself with the railing and Aziraphale held one of his hand on Crowley’s side and the other one below his elbow.

They got into the flat and Aziraphale sat Crowley down on the sofa.

“I’ll be right back” Aziraphale said and went to the kitchen. Crowley’s eyelids almost slipped closed.

“Crowley, you can’t sleep right now, here take these. They’ll help you with your headache” Aziraphale said and gave Crowley two white tablets and a glass of water.

Crowley took the tablets and drank the whole glass of water. “Why can’t I go to sleep?” He asked Aziraphale, who clearly had more experience with human’s injuries and stuff.

“A person with concussion shouldn’t go to sleep before symptoms as dilated pupils and trouble walking are gone” Aziraphale said proudly. He really was proud of himself for remembering how to treat someone with concussion.

“I’m fine, angel” Crowley said with his most confident voice. At least he was starting to act like his old self, so that was good.

“But I can’t let you go to sleep yet” Aziraphale said to him, “Right now you need to rest, but not sleep.”

“Well, if I can’t go to sleep, can you, I don’t know, maybe sit with me? You don’t need to do that if you don’t want to” Crowley said awkwardly, but his eyes were as pleading as snake eyes can be and Aziraphale just couldn’t say no.

“Of course, dear” answered Aziraphale and sat down next to Crowley. But Crowley turned himself so he would lay down on the sofa with his head on Aziraphale’s lap. Aziraphale blushed at that, but started to gently stroke Crowley’s hair.

“I’m sorry I ruined our dinner” Crowley said after a while.

“It’s okay, we can just have it at some other time. Friday, maybe?” Aziraphale said softly.

“That sound nice” Crowley said back.

So there they sat, an angel and a demon, with the demon’s head on the angels lap and chatted about God/Satan knows what.

When it was completely dark outside and Crowley’s eyes were back to normal (as normal as his eyes would go), the angel and the demon went to the bedroom, even though they really didn’t need to sleep. It was the first time Aziraphale spent the night over at Crowley’s place and Aziraphale was happy that he could spend it cuddling with his clumsy demon.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #whump fic #concussion #Crowley is a clumsy demon #but his angel still loves him

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chuffyfan87 · 5 years

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Hiding. Part 29a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

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Duffy was impressed that she'd managed to sneak out of bed and downstairs without waking Charlie. She just needed to organise the last few details for that evening. He was completely out of it. Then again, he’d been up twice in the night feeding the twins so it wasn’t a surprise that by morning, he was still snoring. The twins had been allowed home a couple of days earlier. Duffy lent over the back of the sofa and pulled out a folder that she'd hidden. The house was quiet, all of their children were sleep. It was coming up to Charlie’s fiftieth. Not that he knew Duffy was planning a surprise As his birthday was a Sunday she'd planned the party for the Saturday night. She began to flick through the folder, smiling to herself as she ran her fingers over the pages.

About twenty minutes later, the third youngest of the Fairhead brood began to wake. Standing up in her cot, Emily began to make noises to attract her parents attention. It worked because it woke Charlie. Picking her up, he cuddled his daughter. “You’re very noisy!” He told her.

Hearing her daughter upstairs Duffy quickly rehid the folder.

Charlie descended the stairs, Emily’s head on his shoulder. A sleepy yawn coming from her. She’d taken to her sisters better than they’d both expected.

Duffy entered the hallway attempting to look casual. "Hello beautiful!"

“Are you talking to me or our daughter?”

"Emily of course!" She smirked.

“Of course.” Emily giggled and then wriggled her bum.

Duffy held out her hands for their wriggling daughter. The tot giggled again and reached out for her mum. Emily giggled a lot - like her mum. Taking hold of her daughter she turned to Charlie. "I was thinking you could take Emily and the boys out for the afternoon. Then the twins and I could meet you all later for a meal out. What do you think?"

“Yes sounds like a wonderful idea.” Charlie replied before yawning.

Emily tilted her head and placed her hand against her mum’s cheek.

Unbeknownst to Charlie, Duffy had given Peter instructions to keep his father distracted for as long as possible so that his mum had plenty of time to hatch her plans.

“What are you up too?” Charlie asked Duffy, noticing the sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

"Nothing!"

“Hmm, I’m not convinced.” He laughed gently and kissed Duffy tenderly. As he did, Emily prodded his cheek.

"You're just too suspicious for your own good!"

“Hmm, true.” He smiled at Emily’s finger prodding his cheek.

Later that day Charlie found himself being dragged around the shops of Holby town centre. With both boys in tow and Emily in the pushchair. Jake pulled on his hand and pointed towards a toy shop whereas Peter was suggesting in his other ear that they should go shopping for a present for Duffy's upcoming birthday. “Ok, ok. How about we go in the toy shop and then go and buy your mum a present?”

"Toy shops are boring!" Peter complained.

“What would you like to buy?” He asked Peter.

"A nice day out for her or something." He shrugged.

“I mean for yourself. You and Jake both deserve a treat. You’ve been amazing lads.”

"There's a computer game..." Peter began, looking hopeful.

“What kind of computer game?”

"You go round shooting aliens." He explained.

“Shooting? I’m not so sure?”

"Urgh, I thought you were cooler than mum!" Peter complained.

“Well... I’m not saying no. How about I have a look at this game first?”

"Yes!" Peter replied triumphantly.

"Mum said you weren't allowed it!" Jake tattle-taled.

“Oh did she?” Charlie asked.

"Jake!" Peter complained, shoving his brother.

Jake cried as he fell onto his bum.

“Hey! That’s enough!!” Charlie picked up Jake and gave him a hug. “Peter, I suggest you say sorry, to your brother!”

"Sorry." He muttered.

“Properly!”

"I'm sorry that you cried coz you fell on your butt."

“Peter!!”

"He should apologise for telling tales!" Peter countered.

“I am sick of you two arguing all the time! You are brothers! You’re meant to get on.” He sighed, “Jake are you okay?”

"We're not really." Peter muttered.

Jake nodded as he buried his head in Charlie's shoulder.

“We’ll have words later, Peter! And for now, no computer game.” He rubbed Jake’s back, “Come on, let’s get you a toy and then we’ll continue shopping for your mum.”

Peter rolled his eyes in perfect imitation of his mother.

Charlie noticed and couldn’t help but shake his head fondly. Peter really did possess so many of Duffy's mannerisms.

A little while later Peter and Charlie were sat at a table watching Jake play in a soft play activity area whilst Emily had a nap in her pram. Peter had decided he was "too grown up" to join his younger brother.

“You really need to start being nice to your brother.” Charlie told Peter.

"He's not my..." Peter began.

“Stop it right now!” Charlie warned.

"But he isn't!" Peter continued to push the point.

“Jake is your brother. That will never change.” He paused. “Do you think I love Jake any less than you? Because he isn’t my son?”

"He reminds me of what HIS dad did to MY mum!" Peter burst out on the verge of tears.

Charlie pulled Peter into a hug. “I know. But you can’t blame Jake for what Andrew did. That’s not Jake’s fault. Jake saw the same things you did.”

"He never tried to stop his dad doing it though. He just sat there."

“How old is Jake? How old was he when Andrew started doing the things he did to your mum? 3?”

Peter look down at his feet that were dangling in the air and began to cry.

Charlie hugged him tightly. “There’s a lot about Jake you don’t know.” He whispered, “He still has nightmares.”

"I'm sorry." Peter whispered inbetween his tears.

“It’s alright son. I just wish you and Jake would get on. It’s hard enough knowing what you both went through. Jake needs his brother more than anything, ok?”

"I'll try harder." Peter promised, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

“Thank you.” Charlie kissed his son's head and took a tissue out of his pocket. He handed it to Peter. “Why don’t you go and play with Jake?”

Peter took the tissue and wiped his cheeks. "OK." He nodded as he climbed down from his chair and went to find his brother.

For the first time that day, Jake and Peter got on. He knew it was hard for them both, they’d both been through so much!

After the boys finished playing they went home. Duffy looked up flustered and confused as the boys came racing into the kitchen. She'd only just arrived back from the venue and had been about to take a shower.

“Are you alright?” Charlie asked Duffy, noticing she looked flushed.

"Um, yeh, fine. What are you all doing here? I thought we made plans to meet at the restaurant later?"

“Oh yeah. Sorry I forgot.” He rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache.

"Well, um, I guess it means you can all get changed into something nice for the evening."

“Yeah, yeah I will.” He smiled sadly.

"What's wrong?"

“Nothing darling.”

"Charlie..!" She warned.

"I just have a headache, that's all."

Panic quickly flashed across her eyes. He couldn't get sick now, it would ruin everything she had planned! "Um... Why don't you have a nap?"

“I’ll be fine.” He forced a smile. It wasn’t the whole truth.

"Did something happen while you were out?"

“No.” He rubbed his chest a little, “I might go for that nap. If that’s ok?”

"Are you sure you're OK?"

“Uh huh.” He kissed her forehead. “You sure you’ll be OK if I go for a nap?”

"I'm fine. I've got plenty to keep me occupied."

He kissed her forehead once more before going upstairs. Once in the bedroom, he lay down on the bed, rubbing his chest. Bloody indigestion!

About an hour later Duffy had finished getting herself and the kids ready for the party. She crept into the bedroom and lent over to whisper in Charlie's ear. "Wakey wakey! The taxi will be here in 15 minutes."

He groaned softly, he was clammy. He sat up, his shirt sticking to him because he’d been sweating so much.

"Charlie?" She asked, concern quickly building.

“Hmm?” He yawned, “I’m ok, honest. Don’t worry.”

"Are you sure? If you're not well we can stay here." She replied, her fingers nervously fiddling with the strap of her dress.

“I’ll be fine.” He smiled, “Let me just get dressed. You look gorgeous by the way.”

"I'd thought it'd be nice to make an effort given it's the first time we've all be out together since the twins came home."

“You look great!” He smiled brightly. He removed his shirt, putting a clean and fresh one on. He pulled Duffy towards him and kissed her passionately. He was feeling like crap but didn’t want to worry her.

"You need to get ready!" She giggled as she wriggled in his arms.

A few minutes later they arrived downstairs. The girls were sat ready in their car seats in matching dresses and coats. The boys were wearing shirts and smart jeans.

Charlie smiled brightly, “What’s the special occasion?” He asked, “Just a meal with my gorgeous family?”

"No occasion. Just thought it'd be nice." She smiled sweetly.

“It’ll be lovely.” He closed his eyes briefly before reopening them. He was still a little pale.

Duffy was too busy rounding up the kids into the taxi to notice.

About 20 minutes later they arrived outside the restaurant. He paid the taxi driver and helped get everyone inside the restaurant. Once inside, and seated, Charlie had to go to the toilet. His chest was in pieces.

Inside the restaurant Duffy was busy getting the surprise guests together. Once that was done she walked over to the toilets and knocked on the door. "Charlie, what's taking you so long? Tilly is getting tetchy."

“Sorry baby, I’ll be...” He took a deep breath, “...be out in a minute.”

The toilet flushed and he washed his hands. Leaving the toilet, he went back into the restaurant.

As he stepped through the door Duffy placed her hands over his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a laugh.

She nudged him to step forward back into the restaurant before removing her hands. "Happy birthday Charlie boy!" She declared with a grin.

He glanced around and smiled brightly. “Ah, so this is why you’ve been so secretive?”

"Did you think I'd forgotten?" She giggled.

“Yes I did.” He pulled her close, discreetly squeezed her bum and kissed her passionately. “Thank you.”

"You best mingle amongst your guests birthday boy." She giggled.

“I will.” He kissed her again before he disappeared to mingle, despite feeling lousy.

A little while later Duffy joined Charlie as he was chatting to Megan. She held out a glass of champagne towards him.

He took the champagne glass, “Thank you gorgeous.”

"Did you really have no idea?" Duffy asked.

“No idea at all.”

"How are you Megan?" Duffy asked.

“I’m good thank you. And you? You’re looking really well!” Megan actually for once paid Duffy a compliment.

"Thank you. I can still manage to scrub up quite well thankfully!"

"You look really sexy!" Charlie remarked.

"Charlie!" Duffy giggled as Megan tutted with a smile.

“You are gorgeous, Duffy.” He sipped his champagne, his eyes running over her entire body.

She blushed as she felt his gaze on her figure.

Charlie adored Duffy’s figure both during pregnancy and after. Her curves were hot, /she/ was hot. He loved worshipping her body.

"Do you mind if I borrow the birthday boy for a few minutes?" Duffy asked Megan.

“Not at all.” Megan smiled.

Duffy took Charlie's hand and led him outside, wandering a little way from the building so they were out of earshot of those inside.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

"Yes. I just wanted to snag a little bit of alone time with the birthday boy!" She giggled.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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lovelyirony · 6 years

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Hey Neighbor

pt. 2 of this au. enjoy!

Pepper finally meets Hot-Steve. “Oh my god,” she whispers, whipping her head out from peeking behind the door. “You found Hot Steve.”

“I know,” Tony hisses. “And he’s cute and wears stupid white tank tops and he doesn’t look like a dick and help me Pepper I don’t know what to do.” Pepper gives Tony a look that lets him know that there is nothing she can do to prevent feelings, unfortunately.

“You’re talking with Natasha on Friday, you’ll be fine Tony. Probably. He is pretty cute.”

“He’s not cute!” Tony says. “He’s hotter than the sun! His smile could melt diamonds!” Pepper snorts. “Pepper, help,” Tony whines. “I have feelings. They suck.”

“Congrats, we finally have the proof you’re human,” Pepper says. She pats his cheek. “I’m getting lunch with a client today, text me if he takes his shirt off. And maybe send a picture.”

Tony has to step into the office for a while, so he does so until six, after which he promptly buys a bottle of the good red wine and goes to Natasha’s house.

She opens the door before he even knocks. “You’re late,” she says, lips pursed.

“You never specified a time?” Tony poses. “I brought you California wine.”

“Gimme.”

Tony is wrapped up in his favorite blanket that she owns with a glass of wine in his hands.

“New neighbor. You like him. His name is Steve. He used to be in the military, now works as a freelance artist. He has a website. I bought a painting. I can’t wait to see his face when it’s delivered and I invite him over three weeks from now to view it.”

“Why does it take three weeks?”

“Suspense.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They watch a show for a while, some family-oriented cheesy crap that Natasha loves. Then, of course, Natasha has to mention it.

“You like Hot Neighbor.”

“Shut up, Claire was just about to realize that the nice, small-town restaurant owner likes her.”

“You’re avoiding the question because you’re uncomfortable with talking about emotions due to familial problems.”

“Literally not surprising, my therapist has said that before. God, tell me something surprising.” Natasha snorts.

“So, you don’t deny it.” Tony shrugs.

“Have you seen him? In the white tank top?”

“I thought old man Lee would’ve fallen out of the window.” Tony laughs at the idea: Stan had been part of the building longer than it had been apartment buildings. “So,” Natasha says. “What’s your go-to plan?”

“Stare longingly and hope he catches on that I like him and asks me out tentatively on a date.” Natasha stares at him.

“You are a disgrace.”

“Impossible, I’ve got no grace to ruin,” Tony quips. “It’s fine. I’m just going to realize that nothing is going to happen, and he’s probably going to move out of the apartment and have a nice partner to marry and a nice picket fence with two-point-five kids, and I’ll be here. Listening to music. And crying.”

“So basically, your average Sunday.”

“Yeah, basically.”

The problem with apartments is that Tony has to leave Natasha’s soon. So he kind of stumbles out (he’s tipsy from the wine, he has good taste,) and low and behold, there is Steve. In a black tank top.

“You’re mixing it up, aren’t you?” Tony says. “You usually wear white.”

“Laundry day,” Steve explains. “Can’t wear that one all the time, can I?” Tony nods.

“That makes...sense. Not math sense, though.”

Natasha’s head pokes out of her door.

“Rogers, he’s had a little too much red wine. Forgive him.” Steve laughs. Tony thinks it sounds better than Pepper’s stupid “sleepy-time ambient noise” playlists. It sounds better than any music.

“Your laugh is pretty,” Tony informs him.

“Thanks,” Steve says. “I’ve never had that kind of compliment before.” Tony nods.

“I am...going to my apartment. To sleep.” Steve laughs at this.

“Goodnight, Tony. Have a good night’s sleep.”

“I think I will,” Tony yawns. “Goodnight. I think.”

He can’t get the key in the door. This used to be easier. He tries to concentrate, and then realizes that maybe his coordination is down. (Tony did, after all, drink three glasses. It was good, okay?)

“Want help with that?”

“Hello, we just spoke,” Tony says with a yawn. “My key will not fit. I think my coordination is not good.”

Steve gets the door open. He smells good. Like really good cologne and paint.

“Goodnight, Tony.”

“You smell, like, really good.”

He wakes up the next morning with a slight headache and mortification. “Why the hell did you do what you did?” He asks himself. “Oh my god, you told him?? That he smells good??? What the fuck? “What the fuck.” Tony decides to not leave the apartment until he dies. Because oh god, how is he going to face Steve again?

He decides on not ever leaving and texting Rhodey his grocery list. I’m not getting u ur groceries u shit

pls rhodey i can’t leave i told steve he smelled good WHO DOES THAT

oh my god ur such a loser lmao i’m telling nat

Tony doesn’t know how Rhodey and Nat became friends. Rhodey doesn’t even live in the same apartment complex, and Rhodey has only met her, like, five times over the course of six months. Somehow, they were friends. No one gave an explanation.

Rhodey still refuses to get Tony food. Tony has already run out of his chips and soda, and is now rationing out the candy Jarvis had gotten him for Christmas. It was the ribbon candy, which was alright, but not for actual, outside-of-holiday consumption.

Dammit.

So, he must go grocery shopping. Tony silently gets out of his apartment, looking outside. No sign of Steve yet, so this is automatically good.

Steve is outside, staring forlornly at his motorcycle. “Hey,” Tony says awkwardly. If he doesn’t say anything, then it’s even more awkward. “What’s wrong with the bike? Did it kill somebody?”

If Tony could just fake his death right then and there, he would. God, he’s so bad at words when he likes somebody. Or shows genuine concern, really.

“My bike broke down again,” Steve says. “Last mechanic I went to was a piece of crap, overcharged me for a job he couldn’t even get done.”

“I can take a look,” Tony says. “I know all about bikes.”

He doesn’t even regard Steve for about ten minutes. “Yup, your mechanic was crap. Ultimately crap. It looks like he used placebos on a motorcycle, and I’m not even sure how one can actually use placebos.” Steve laughs at this. “Let me get my tools, I’ll be right back.”

Bucky, eventually, comes over to see Steve’s new apartment. It’s better than his old, crap apartment that had a specific way to lock the door and took three minutes to do.

Instead, he sees Steve on the back porch, writing down something or other with a stranger--with a cute butt, hello--working on his motorcycle. Steve won’t let just anyone touch the bike.

“Hi Bucky!” Steve says. “Nice to see you!” Bucky gets greeted with a side-hug and a glimpse of the sketchbook; it’s all improvements made to the bike. Way above his salary.

“Hello,” comes a distant call from the bike. “How are you? Why did your parents name you that?”

“I named myself that,” Bucky said. “When I was eight and hated my president name.”

“Your parents named you ‘James Buchanan Barnes’? Unfortunate.”

“How’d you figure that out so fast?” Bucky asks.

“Okay well only one president could actually have that nickname, and there’s only one president really worth being named after. Anyone who argues that Henry Taylor is a good name is wrong because he was a bad man who has weird portraits.” Bucky shrugs. He can follow that reasoning. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but I’m working on this bike, and it’s going well. I’ve gotten a lot of problems out.”

“How much does he owe?” Tony’s face pops out of the bike. It’s streaked in grime.

“Um...a sandwich? I meant to go grocery shopping, and the only thing I ate beforehand was Christmas ribbon candy.” Bucky’s head snaps to Steve’s.

It’s obvious. Steve likes this little nerd.

“Go get him a sandwich,” Bucky mutters. “Go, make him one. He hasn’t eaten in like, two hours probably.” Steve gets ushered into the apartment building. Tony is left working on a bike with Bucky awkwardly standing.

“So um, you’re Tony?”

“Yup. You’re Bucky.”

“So, why’d you fix the punk’s motorcycle?” Tony looks up and blinks, like the answer’s obvious.

“Well, it’s broken.” Son of a bitch. This is why Steve likes him. Tony is honest, cute, and he likes to fix things. No wonder Steve said he really liked his new apartment.

Steve comes back with a sandwich on a plate and a glass of Coca-Cola. “Here you go,” he says. Tony chirps as he sits on the stoop and eats a sandwich.

“Thank you for including mustard,” Tony says. “I like mustard.” Bucky gives an eyebrow to Steve.

“Did you take the stairs?” Bucky asks. Steve’s ears turn pink. “Who did you spill soda on?”

“Deadly redhead who may or may not have committed murder. Seems your type.”

“How long are you banned from entering?”

“According to her? Six years and thirty-five minutes.”

“I better move in, then,” Bucky jokes.

“Hey Steve?” Bucky snorts; his friend’s head turns around so fast at the sound of Tony that someone would think that he was trying to break the record for speed.

God, Steve is so screwed.

#hey neighbor au #i just realized i was supposed to be doing other things #oh well this was better #steve is a NERD #to be fair tony is a complete disaster #natasha is a goblin #like an absolute goblin

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ficdirectory · 7 years

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Blink (An AU Fosters family fic) Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

At 2:13 AM, Jesus jerks awake, as the shower upstairs goes on. Under the table, he holds absolutely still. Waits. His head still hurts. He feels in the dark for his backpack. Pulls it closer. Puts his head under his blanket.

His heart’s racing.

Somebody’s awake.

Callie’s eyes open and she squints. The door’s open, and it wasn’t when they went to bed. She flips on the bedside lamp. Frankie’s snoring, totally asleep. But the air mattress across the room is empty.

Where’s Mariana?

Soundlessly, Callie gets out of bed and walks out on the landing. Right away, she sees the crack of light under the bathroom door. She knocks softly. Listens. Hears Mari crying and the shower running.

Maybe Mariana didn’t hear. Whatever the reason she didn’t answer, something’s obviously wrong. It’s walking back into their room when it hits her. She gets down beside the air mattress and lets out a sympathetic “Oh…”

The sheets are wet.

Wordlessly, Callie gathers them in her arms. She cracks the bathroom door and takes Mariana’s pajamas to wash, spying her overnight bag already in there with her.

“Mariana?” Callie calls softly. “I’m in here, too.”

“Why?” Mariana insists, still crying.

“Because you obviously need somebody,” Callie says.

In the closet, she finds a small tub, and a bottle of detergent. She adds the sheets and PJs to the tub. Then, she fills the tub with lukewarm water and adds a little of the detergent. Callie’s not about to let Moms discover this when it’s a week old and leave Mariana without pajamas in the process.

Mariana steps out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her. She stares at Callie. “What are you doing?”

“Laundry…” Callie says, because obviously.

“Why are you doing it like a pioneer?” Mariana quips, drying her hair.

“Because, Grandpa lives like a pioneer and doesn’t have a washing machine.”

Callie lets the clothes and sheets soak and returns to the bedroom with a can of Lysol to make sure the air mattress is clean.

That can dry while she waits for the clothes. Mariana comes out, dressed in tomorrow’s clothes, because she only brought enough for the week. Twenty minutes later, they both return to the bathroom and Callie swishes the clothes in the sudsy water for a couple minutes before she replaces the water with no detergent, and presses it to the bottom of the container, to rinse it. Once no suds show up, she takes everything and wrings it out. Mariana helps drape everything over the shower curtain rod to dry.

“Come to bed with us…” Callie whispers, watching her sister curl up on the bare mattress.

“No. I don’t want to ruin Grandpa’s mattress. I did enough damage to this one…”

“Okay…” Callie drags out the word and then opens the bedroom closet for a couple blankets. She still has a pillow. She covers Mariana and then drops onto the mattress next to her. “Moms don’t have to know…” she whispers, putting an arm around Mariana.

“I think they’ll get the idea when they find sheets hanging in the bathroom with my pajamas…” Mariana mumbles darkly.

“So, we’ll move them before they wake up...as long as they’re not really drippy, it should be fine to keep them here with the door closed.”

Mariana shrugs. One tear escapes. Then another. “I haven’t done this since Jesus first went missing. It’s humiliating.”

Callie holds her close. She keeps it together so amazingly. But after last night, all of them are shaken up. “Well, we just thought he was again…” she points out. “It makes sense.”

Mariana cries for a little longer, and then, Callie whips out her secret weapon: “My dear,” she says, like her alter-ego, an elderly British woman, Mrs. Georgina Feathersby-Longbottom, “Please come sleep in the queen bed with us. You are a queen, after all…”

“I’m not.”

“Why, of course you are,” Callie continues, in full British accent, draping a blanket around Mariana’s shoulders. “Your robe, Queen Mariana.”

“Stop…” Mariana giggles.

“No, I simply will not. Not until you come and experience the softness of this bed...and the love of your sisters who will never judge you…” Callie stares at Mariana until she caves, crawling into bed on one side of Frankie, while Callie gets in on the other. She turns out the light.

“I love you, Callie.” Mariana says. (Because you never know, Callie knows.)

“Love you, too,” she says back. No accent. “I’ll set an alarm to grab the sheets before Moms get up.”

“Um...you don’t have a phone…” Mariana points out.

“Crap. You’re right. Maybe you should set an alarm.”

How could Callie forget her interminable grounding from her phone for having absolutely no tact or respect and taking pictures of Jesus without asking him first. Her project is coming along, but it’s very different than she first imagined it.

“Stooop taaalking…” Frankie whines. Callie dodges her flailing arm and narrowly avoids being smacked in the face.

“Got it.” Mariana whispers.

Finally, it’s quiet. But Callie finds herself awake, thinking, long into the night.

Pearl’s up at 3:30, but not hoarse for the first time in a long time. That’s because this is the first night in she doesn’t know how long that she hasn’t woken up screaming. She still was up half a dozen times, breathless and hyper. Her dreams were still unsettling, but not terrifying.

She journals some and then turns her laptop on and sees Pav online:

“Hey. Morning.” Pearl greets.

“Morning,” Pav says back.

Pearl studies her friend. Dark circles are under her eyes. She seems stressed. “You okay? Need to talk?” Pearl checks.

“No, I’d actually prefer if you did. I’d like to think about anything else.”

“Okay...well...did I tell you what happened yesterday?”

“No.”

“My neighbor’s family is staying at his place for a week. Turns out I met his grandson.”

“Is he cute?” Pav asks, a rare smile brightening her face.

“He’s sixteen…” Pearl reprimands, grossed out. “Anyway, he came over for a while and we hung out. Turns out we have a lot in common.”

“You sound happy,” Pav observes.

“Yeah, I guess I am. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anybody here, like, actually in the cabin, here. You know I love you and Char.”

“But part of why you love us is that it’s from afar,” Pav fills in, knowingly.

“Right. With this kid, I mean...it wasn’t like that. I guess at the time I wasn’t crazy about having him here, but once he left, I started running down the whole visit in my mind, you know?”

“Over-analyzing,” Pav smiles. “Yeah, I know.”

“And I realized...he was here for several hours...just needed a break from his family, I think...but I realized...I wasn’t triggered once when he was here.”

“Wow. That’s huge…” Pav says, impressed. “Seem like he was comfortable there? You mentioned he stayed a while. You think he’ll be back?”

“It sounds ridiculous coming from me, but I kinda hope he does? Because, honestly, after everything happened to me? My friends kinda slowly drifted away. I kept trying to hang out with them, but I couldn’t do big groups because it was too unpredictable...and then...even when I hung out with somebody one-on-one, inevitably, you know? Somebody makes a rape joke. Or laughs at one. Or knows the guy and tells me how great he is and I just want to vomit.”

Gracie’s under the desk this morning. She perks up at Pearl’s bouncing leg, and rests her head in Pearl’s lap.

“This is the first time I didn’t feel totally...insufficient...I guess...around somebody else. I had something to offer.”

“I’m happy for you,” Pav says, and Pearl believes her. They root for each other in the survivor’s world, not against each other.

When Pav has to go, Pearl watches out the window, peeking around her blackout shades. It’s about the time Jesus came out on the back step yesterday. Usually, Pearl would never walk Gracie at the same time, the same route two days in a row, but she just really wants to check on him. Feels protective of him.

She doesn’t see him, but she gets an idea and rushes to the kitchen, finding a black Sharpie marker on the way. This way, when she does see him, she’ll be ready.

Stef stumbles out of bed. She’d gotten so little sleep last night, it was ridiculous. One of the kids’ alarm kept going off on their phone at 5 AM and then they kept going in and out of the bathroom like elephants. (To say nothing of the nightmares that kept waking her: dead kids, like the ones she ID’d over the four years Jesus was missing. Only this time, it was his body on the table.

She’s on her way to the bathroom herself when something stops her. A foot sticking out from blankets draped around the table. It makes Stef feel like vomiting. Or passing out. She remembers her dream with sickening clarity. Forces herself to pull back the blanket and look.

“Jesus…” she gasps.

He sits up abruptly, looking alarmed.

“What are you doing under there? You can’t sleep under the dining room table, love. It’s cold and it’s not sanitary.”

“I’ve lived worse…” he says, his voice flat.

“Yes, I understand that. Please, come out of there, before Grandpa’s neighbor sees you and thinks we treat you like Harry Potter…”

“You don’t…” he offers, crawling out.

She crosses her arms to ward off the impulse to offer him a hand. She doesn’t want to scare him.

Jesus has a raging headache. And Mom’s sneak-attack on him has his heart going a million miles an hour. He feels his world coming down, as Stef takes all the blankets off the table and folds them roughly.

He darts back under the table for his backpack, his sweatshirt, his three waters and his blanket. Before Mom rage-folds that, too.

“You don’t need to go disappearing to the neighbor’s house either, for that matter. Unless you’re invited. Do you really think they’re okay with people just showing up, unannounced?” she rants as she folds.

His head aches. Not again. He can’t be in trouble already. The day isn’t even started.

Before she can stop him, he stands up and goes for his coat. Opens the back door and stands on the step. He just needs to breathe.

Just like yesterday, he sees Pearl, but this time, Jesus is hugely embarrassed and turns his face away from her. From Grace.

He hears her say “Morning, Jesus!” but doesn’t say anything back. He’s tense, because Stef is still yelling inside, asking what he thinks he’s doing.

“Heads up,” Pearl calls, and something comes flying through the air at him. He catches it. Smiles against his will:

Swiss Miss hot chocolate. And scrawled on the package?

FROM P & G

Next to the G is a paw print in black Sharpie.

Jesus tucks it in his pocket and walks back inside because Stef’s knocking on the window like they are nowhere near done.

#fic: blink #fosters fic

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I will go down with this ship: Chapter 12

Sasuke's eyes fluttered open, he sat up and yawned. Stretching his tired limbs, he stood up and approached his make-shift mirror that hung against the wet, wood walls. Sasuke combed his hair, sorting out any imperfections that attempted to ruin his vision. Going through his normal routine as he would at home with the lotions and oils he was provided. Though he wished a change of clothes, nevertheless, he refused to accept the flea-ridden rags from this crew. He sighed, he wished so much to be off this ship, to be with his own people, but alas…

Sasuke's thoughts were distracted when Nao hopped in front of him, Sasuke chuckled at the little thing. He wasn't usually one for animals, but there was something exotic and oddly humorous about the monkey. Sasuke petted the small being, deciding to get breakfast for himself and for Nao. Sasuke gave a small whistle to her, instructing her to follow. She did as Sasuke walked up the stairs and opened the door. He stepped out to see it was devoid of any life.

Sasuke saw the early grey sky, the morning waking up with a cantankerous disposition. Sasuke felt the chill morn and regretted not having a coat or shawl at this point. Sasuke walked amongst the sleeping ship, Nao following behind curiously. Sasuke didn't know where to look, but an onlooker spoke up.

"What are you doing?" A voice demanded, Sasuke turned around and looked up to see Karin stationed at the helm. He scowled towards the red-haired woman.

"Why is it any concern of yours?" Sasuke retorted, his strong dislike for the woman dictating his tone. Karin narrowed her eyes.

"Because this is my ship"

"It's your captain's, you have no control of this vessel, regardless, you'd never have authority over me" Sasuke responded haughtily, Karin growled.

"Careful brat, I'm armed, while you remain vulnerable" Karin threatened, Sasuke remained unfazed by her intimidation.

"And how does that fit into your little plan?" Sasuke pointed out, Karin merely glared at him, "Exactly, without me you won't be able to find this treasure, and no one is going to pay for my dead body" Sasuke continued arrogantly, Karin wanting nothing more to make good on her warning, "Besides, your incompetent captain has taken a liking to me, I doubt he would let you partake in murder on my life" Sasuke added deviously, "You so can't do anything" Sasuke finished off.

"Nothing says I can't hurt you afterwards" Karin hissed, Sasuke glowered at her before promptly turning away from her to find some food. Nao led him right to it as she sat on a random barrel, Sasuke opened the barrel to reveal cheese, bread, some meat, also fruit and vegetables. Sasuke found a banana and gave that to Nao, who thoroughly enjoyed the yellow fruit. Sasuke took some cheese, bread and what looked like beef slices, making a sandwich of sorts with it. After closing the barrel, he gave a quick prayer before he proceeded to eat the derisory breakfast.

"Morning, love" Naruto greeted, Sasuke sent a minor glare towards him before continuing to eat. Naruto didn't take offence and just placed the back of his elbows onto the side of the ship, leaning against it and taking in the daybreak. Naruto's eyes wandered over to Nao, he scowled slightly, "Still keeping that thing around?" Naruto questioned, Nao sticking her tongue out at him.

"She's better company than you" Sasuke retorted, Naruto usually found his insults humorous, but being compared to the monkey was a little annoying.

"C'mon, you can't possibly mean that?" Naruto pouted.

"I do" Sasuke responded, Naruto waved it off.

"Whatever, I know I'm better than a damn monkey" Naruto affronted, Nao hopped on Sasuke's shoulder and took Naruto's hat once more. Naruto spluttered out in anger. "Hey! Give that back you little shit!" Naruto exclaimed.

"Dobe, don't shout" Sasuke scolded, Naruto growled.

"But he took my-!"

"I don't care, I shouldn't have to suffer a headache because you can't win against a monkey" Sasuke remarked, Naruto huffed as Nao stuck her tongue out at him and make a noise that sounded like laughter.

"She's mocking me!" Naruto exclaimed.

"It is a tempting activity" Sasuke replied, Naruto pouted and grabbed the hat out of Nao's hands.

"Stupid monkey…" Naruto muttered under his breath, smoothing out the imaginary creases on his hat before placing it on his head. He noticed the clouds shifting to reveal the reddish sky, his eyes widened. Sasuke simultaneously looked up at the sky.

"Hm, seems like the gold from last night turned into red this morning" Sasuke commented casually, though he raised an eyebrow when he saw Naruto's paled expression.

"That's not good…" Naruto trailed off, Sasuke ate the last of his food before questioning Naruto.

"What do you mean?" Sasuke asked, Naruto continued to stare up at the peaking red.

"Red sky at night is sailor's delight, red sky in the morning is sailor's warning" Naruto stated, Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"Another superstition?" Sasuke mocked, but Naruto shook his head.

"No, this is real, the morning sun turns the eastern sky red as storms approach" Naruto explained, Sasuke stiffened slightly since that seemed more hazardous.

"Meaning…?"

"There's a storm brewing" Naruto spoke, a sudden clasp of thunder rumbled. Sasuke gaped lightly.

"W-Wait, are we going to be okay?" Sasuke stuttered in fear.

"It's too soon to tell, it may only be minor but-" Naruto was interrupted by a particularly harsh wave that crashed against the boat. Sending the boys stumbling around, Naruto sent a look at Karin who immediately ran to a nearby bell, ringing it wildly.

"Avast! Avast!" She called out, minutes later the crew coming out, but in the meantime Sasuke and Naruto were getting increasingly worried. The rain beginning to pour down unceremoniously, getting harsher and harsher by the minute. The ship started to sway abnormally, the seabirds began to fly past the ship, low to the sea.

"Not a good sign…" Naruto stated anxiously, Sasuke's eyes widened.

"Um, what?!" Sasuke exclaimed.

"Birds fly low when a storm is arising" Naruto informed, another violent sway of the boat tossing them.

"What other signs are there?!" Sasuke questioned, another rumble emitting from the sky.

"Well, that" Naruto gestured the sky, "Also, high winds will flatten the top of the cloud into an anvil-like shape!" Naruto had to yell, the increasing ferocious rain crashing down with an uproar. Sasuke saw through the rain that the clouds were in fact anvil shaped. Sasuke saw the crew now doing multiple things to supposedly cope with the storm, though Naruto still took charge, "Kiba! Lee! Karin! Shino! Trim the sails!" Naruto ordered.

"Aye, Captain!" They called back.

"Killer Bee! Take Sakura, Temari and Shikamaru down to pump the bilges!" Naruto commanded.

"Got that Cap! We'll get through this crap!" Killer Bee rapped, Naruto nodded and turned to the rest of his crew who awaited orders.

"Suigetsu! Tenten! Choji! Strap down the cannons and crates!" Naruto commanded, they nodded and rushed to their jobs. "I'll be at the helm!" Naruto yelled out, running to the wheel and attempting to take control. Sasuke managed to run after Naruto.

"Wait a minute! What am I supposed to do?!" Sasuke exclaimed.

"Er, try not to die!" Naruto suggested, the sea sending another crash to the boat and making Sasuke stumble.

"I'm serious, dobe!" Sasuke shouted, Naruto knew he had to answer with something, but it was hard considering he was battling death right now.

"Just hold on, okay?! We'll get through this!" Naruto reassured, Sasuke took in the information and latched onto the banister nearby; Sasuke saw that Nao was clinging onto him for dear life and felt sympathy for the poor animal. Sasuke looked up and saw the crew trimming the sail, he dreaded for their lives as the vicious movements of the boat became deadly, Kiba lost his footing and fell. Sasuke gasped, but he was pacified when Kiba managed to grab onto a rope before falling to his death. "Kiba!" Naruto called out, Kiba gave a wave.

"I'm fine, Cap!" He responded, though Sasuke could sense the apprehension that surrounded Naruto. Sasuke squeaked when a gust a wind knocked the crow's nest and whipped away into the water, Sasuke gulped at the power of the merciless sea. Sasuke didn't fathom anything worse, but as his eyes caught sight of the impending doom he lost his breath. A wave slowly and menacingly climbed higher and higher until Sasuke was mere dust in its shadow. Naruto took in the monumental wave, seeing something deadly about the black abyss of it. Sasuke swore he saw a gleam of white shine through the wave, revealing a glance of a white observer. Naruto maintained control over the helm, using all his strength to turn the wheel.

The ship was guided to try and escape the impeding wave, Naruto using every skill he had as a captain, but as the ship drove away from the wave it came crashing down. They managed to miss the entire force of the wave, however, the tip of the wave caught the ship and sent it spinning out of control. Sasuke flew across the staircase, others being thrown around brutally. Naruto was barely able to keep his hands on the wheel, but he gripped it with all his might.

"Hold on!" He called out, before powerfully turning the wheel into the force of the sea, a gigantic tremor being the result of such vigour. Sasuke eventually squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that the treacherous storm would just be over. Sasuke silently prayed. For his life and of the others on the ship, since didn't think anyone wanted to die right now.

And Sasuke begged his faith, making the empty promise that each mortal be guilty of. Though it was left unheard.

…

Itachi stood at the window, observing each crash of the waves in the distance. His eyes still as if stone. Izumi sighed as she approached the dissonantly silent man, she placed a worried hand on his arm.

"Itachi, don't torture yourself" She begged, Itachi continued to stare out the window, the thunder and screams of sea destroying his soul.

"He's out there, he's in that chaos" He stated, Izumi hugged his side, closing her eyes knowing that she had no response, she could only offer warm comfort. Itachi felt cold on the inside though, he couldn't possibly be reassured when his little brother had to face the wrath of nature with no protection.

"Sir?" A messenger voiced, Itachi sighed, one question in his mind.

"How bad is it?" Itachi spoke, it was silent before the messenger forlornly answered.

"I'm sorry, sir, but…" The messenger trailed off, such pain in Itachi's eyes lodged a lump in the messenger's throat, "The chances of the surviving this storm, it's…" The messenger sighed, "It's unlikely" He finished.

"He's alive" Itachi stated, Izumi looked pitiably toward him.

"Itachi…"

"I can sense it, he will survive this" Itachi claimed, Izumi sighed.

"I hope so…deity bless and protect him" Izumi prayed, her voice shivering. Itachi remained silent. His only regret being alive on the inside.

…

Sasuke took shaky breathes in and out, the storm was calming down, but there was still a risk of danger. His eyes remained closed as his knees were held against his chest. His hand clenching around the small, golden cross that he always carried with him. Nao trembling against him, Sasuke slowly opened his eyes. The rain now softer, but still miserable, small sounds of thunder still continuing. Sasuke looked up from the stairs, leaning on the pillars of the banister. He saw Naruto draped over the wheel, panting and drenched. Sasuke looked over the rest of the crew, they were trying to get their breaths back as well as tend to wounds gained from the coarse canter.

"Here" Sakura voiced, handing Sasuke a cloth. Sasuke looked at the cloth before gazing at her for answers. Sakura knelt down and gestured the arm wound, "You have a nasty gash there" Sakura explained, deciding to tend to Sasuke herself, "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, pressing the ointment soaked cloth to his arm.

"I'm fine" He answered equally as quiet, she tended to his wound before bandaging it up.

"You're lucky, you were in a danger position" Sakura pointed out.

"We all were" He spoke, looking out to see no one was excessively bruised. He slowly glanced up toward Naruto's direction, him being in the same way. Sakura followed his gaze and picked up a bottle that she had brought over.

"Here" She offered, "He'll accept no treatment other than this" Sakura explained, Sasuke slowly took the bottle and observed its alcoholic contents. He felt it be appropriate to honour Naruto, since he was the reason that he still had his life. Sasuke nodded at Sakura who left him to it. Sasuke arose and climbed the stairs gently. He carefully approach the blonde captain, unable to see his face.

"Naruto?" Sasuke voiced, stepping a little closer to the man, "I brought you…this" Sasuke offered, holding up the rum. Naruto peeked out of his position, his hooded eyes weary. He gazed at the donation and stood up slightly. He took the bottle and threw his head back as he drank the contents, obtaining a large amount of alcohol that burned his throat. He sighed as he finished his swig, he looked ahead of him and over his ship.

"Hn" Was the only sound that came from the disquieted man. Sasuke shifted slightly, wanting to say something to bring Naruto out of his uncharacteristic gloom. Sasuke didn't quite understand why it was so peculiar to see him like that, he didn't understand why he wanted it to stop, but he followed his instinct.

"I…I'm impressed" Sasuke stated, Naruto turned his gaze to Sasuke who was blushing, "Your sailsmanship was what you said it was…so I just wanted to…to thank you, since you saved my life" Sasuke admitted with a tinge of nervousness, Naruto was observing at him with an unreadable expression.

"Really now?" He responded, startling Sasuke since he adapted to Naruto's silence.

"Y-Yes, it's only appropriate" Sasuke replied, fiddling with his fingers. Naruto stopped his slouched posture and stood up, observing the anxious raven. Sasuke caught his gaze and blushed deeper, "A-And only because you're acting absurdly annoying with this gloomy character of yours, it's strange" Sasuke quickly added, Naruto took in the insult and smiled gently.

"Hn, sorry, love, old habits" Naruto apologised, Sasuke caught onto the way he worded his excuse.

"Huh?" Sasuke voiced in confusion, Naruto chuckled.

"Forget about it, love" Naruto reassured, simply smiling at him. Down on the deck was Lee who looked surprised at the sight at the helm.

"Wow, I've never seen Naruto smile after a storm before…" He stated, Sakura looked up to where he was referring and was in a state of disbelief herself.

"Me neither, because, well…you know" Sakura trailed off, Lee nodded in acknowledgment. Sakura stared up at them, her mind refused to allow her to look away, as if her subconscious was trying to tell her something. She continued to observe them before something weird happened. The way Naruto laughed and smiled, the way Sasuke pouted and blushed. The almost exclusive aura that surrounded them, as if there was no one else. Her mouth curved into a smile, "Hm" Sakura voiced, Lee looking at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, Sakura shook her head lightly.

"Nothing, I just…never noticed something before" Sakura spoke, Lee didn't know what she meant, but it was clear to Sakura. The only sure way for Sasuke to stay on this boat was if he was so deeply invested that he couldn't bear to be separated from it. Like how Sakura feel in love with the sea, Sasuke could…

Sakura smiled, she knew that Naruto had his side-plan for Sasuke, but she now had her own.

"Sometime in the waves of change we find our true direction…" She quoted, a new understanding of the citation. She turned to Lee with determination in her eyes, "Lee, help me with something, but you can't tell anyone" She spoke, a new feeling of hope lit within her. Sparing one final glance to the raven and fox that played with one another. Knowing and feeling something deep within her that felt like fate.

Soooo, I think you know what Sakura's plan is, but why do you guys think Naruto is gloomy after the sea?

#sns #yeah #narusasu #problem?#sasunaru #szdxrfgvyhbjinkom

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