#hes gonna be playing spin the wheel when he sees a black car crash

[gaslightgirlsummer]

somewhere in england crofty just fell to his knees after seeing another black car

#pray for that man #hes gonna be playing spin the wheel when he sees a black car crash #formula 1 #mercedes amg petronas #scuderia ferrari #red bull racing #haas #alfa romeo #mclaren #f1 #crofty

[cheekysos]

Between Hate and Lust Part Four

Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: I wasn’t planning on writing part four but there’s a handful of people interested so thank you to them. Definitely think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve written to date so I hope you guys like it.  I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback please let me know.

Summary: Ashton and Y/N go back to her place to finish what they started in the parking lot

Warnings: LOTS of smut, masturbation, oral sex, protected sex, dirty talk, swearing, very light bondage, and choking.

Y/N’s POV

Your legs were practically jelly walking to Ashton’s car. You still kind of hated him but you were desperate for more of him, to taste him and to feel him. It definitely wasn’t your proudest moment leaving your best friends wedding without telling anyone just so you could indulge in crazy hate sex but you were way beyond the point of caring, you’d do damage control once you came down from this high. You have never experienced an orgasm like that before. It’s possible it was because of the risk of it, the idea you two could get caught at any second or maybe it was because you had such a strong hatred for Ashton and there really is a fine line between hate and lust. Most likely it was simply just because of Ashton, how skilled and tentative he was with your body and how you reacted. 

Driving back to your place was torturous, you were conflicted with rethinking your decision and just reaching over and taking care of him right then and there but big girls and car sex is not always great, especially with a smaller car like Ashton’s. 

“Can see those wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours.” Ashton interrupted. “You thinking about how many times I’m gonna make you cum?” His massive hand started to knead at the meat of your inner thigh. He was so cocky and clearly still playing games. You reached for his hand and removed it from your thigh. He shot you a quick confused look as you brought his hand to your lips. You guided his two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and sucking. He shifted in the drivers seat when you removed them from your warm mouth. You spread your legs and pull aside your panties for him with your free hand while your other guides his coated fingers into you.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, “such a needy little thing. Can’t even wait ten minutes to cum again.” 

“Just shut up, before I do it myself.” You moaned. Shit ,you hated how sexy he was. 

“Then do it. Fuck yourself with my fingers, show me how to do it.” Ashton’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel harder. He was driving you insane and he wasn’t even doing anything, but you did as you were told and slid down the seat making yourself comfortable. You lifted your leg slightly up onto the compartment of the door, gripping his hand tighter and began to fuck yourself with his perfect fingers. They were long and thick and filled you to the brim. You could feel Ashton stealing glances from the road probably too often to watch you. 

"Look at you, you’re insatiable. Think you can cum before we get there?” he questioned.

“Maybe if you shut the fuck up I could.” That was a lie, you hated how much Ashton’s dirty talk turned you on. 

“I know you’re lying,” he scoffed. “I can tell you like to praised, told how you’re such a good girl, how you take cock so well.” His voice was rugged and scratchy,  it sent a shiver down your spine. 

The knot in your stomach was ready to burst for the second time that night. You pushed Ashton’s hand firm against your pubic bone, desperate for some sort of friction on your throbbing clit. He could clearly tell you were close because he took over, allowing you to focus only on your orgasm which is exactly what you did. Before you knew it you were coming undone around him.

“Look at how wrecked you are with just my fingers can’t imagine what you’ll be like wrapped around my cock.”  

Ashton’s POV

The car ride back to Y/N’s felt like the longest car ride ever. She was driving you mad and your cock has never been harder, watching her in the passenger seat of your car, getting off using your hand. It took everything you had to not crash the car or pull over on the side of the road, but you meant it when you said you wanted to take your time and treat her right like she deserved. 

When she finally came you were just pulling up to her apartment. Your hands were all over her and she fumbled with her keys, cock pressed firmly against her voluptuous ass, lips latching onto her earlobe. 

“Open the goddamn door before I break it down.” you growled. 

She chuckled while she turned the key and opened the door. She spun around and attacked your lips. You kissed her back as you both stumbled around in the dark towards her bedroom. You pulled away from her and took in the sight. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were pink and swollen, and her hair was disheveled but she looked as gorgeous as ever. 

“Turn around.” you whisper. She stepped out of her heels and turned away from you. You brushed her hair to the side and kissed down the back of her neck and slowly unzipped her dress. You peppered kisses across her exposed shoulders as you pushed her dress down her body. 

“Gimme your hands doll.” Again she complied without an backtalk. You removed your tie from around your neck and gently tied it around her wrists. 

“This okay?” You waited for her approval. 

“Yes,” she panted. “More than okay.” 

When she turned around she instantly dropped to her knees. You undid your belt and trousers more desperate than you would have liked. Within seconds your pants were around your ankles finally exposing you to Y/N for the first time and you’re almost positive you heard her whimper.  She looked up at you through heavy lustful eyes and licked her lips before she leaned towards you. She licked up the length of your cock all the way up to the tip, lapping up the precum pooling at your slit. Her lips surrounded the head as she slowly slid down your shaft and buried her nose against you. She felt absolutely incredible, so warm and wet, you actively had to focus on not cumming then. You gathered her hair as you slowly guided her. 

“I knew it, knew you’d take my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.” The moans she was eliciting from you were almost embarrassing but you couldn’t help it, she felt amazing. She steadied her pace, bobbing up and down on you and looking up at the entire time. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer if she kept this up.

You stepped back slightly so she could release your cock with pop, “up.” you panted. 

 She looked almost disappointed to not have you in her mouth anymore. As she got to her feet you quickly discarded the rest of your clothing and removed a foil packet from your pocket. You admired her as she stood in front of you in a matching black lace bra and panties. The shape and curve of her body was mouth watering, you wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her skin. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous you know that.” She looked down at your words.

You lifted her face and wiped the saliva collecting in the dip of her chin. “On the bed. On your knees and face the wall. ‘m gonna fuck you now Y/N.” 

Those pretty pink lips of hers parted, probably to voice a snotty remark but you shot her a domineering look and she instantly reconsidered. She climbed on the bed and faced the wall while you removed the condom from the foil  and hastily slid it onto your throbbing cock. You sauntered towards her and ran your hand down the length of her spin, her skin instinctively producing goosebumps from your touch. Slowly you looped your fingers in the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down.  You couldn’t resist the urge to cover her ass in raised bright red hand prints. Her yelps were accomplished by soft little moans that made your cock twitch.

“Please. Just fuck me already.” Her tied hands reached for you behind her back. 

Your pushed her forward, her face pressed into the mattress and your hands splayed across her ass checks exposing her dripping core. Fuck your mouth watered at the sight. “Be patient or you won’t cum again.” You spoke against her center, inhaling her arousal before lapping it up, tasting her excitement.

“Oh fuck Ash.” she whimpered. 

You lined yourself with her entrance and teased her slit with the tip of your cock. “Tell me you want me.” you grunt. 

“I want you, I need you!” she begged.

 You slowly slid into her tight cunt and stayed there, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of her inside her. You hadn’t even  properly moved inside her yet and you could already tell you’ll be addicted to this feeling, addicted to her. When she started to push back against you you knew she was ready for you. Your hands latched onto the curve of her hips as you started to thrust in and out of her. 

Both of your moans and grunts filled the air while you fucked her. She looked ravenous like this, her face in the mattress, hands tied, ass in the air, and pussy lips gripping onto your cock like they were holding on for life. You grabbed onto her restricted hands and pulled her off the mattress, deepening and quickening your thrusts into her. Her back was almost flush against your chest as you took her from behind. 

“I...’m close,” she heaved. “Choke me.” 

Fuck, she’s definitely going to be the death of you. You wrapped a hand firmly around her throat and applied pressure. A few thrusts later she was crying out, her climax finally taking over. Her walls clenched around your cock, squeezing you so tightly she milked every drop of cum you had into the condom. The two of you stayed pressed against each other with your cock buried inside her for a bit while you both came down from your highs. You kissed her shoulder up the length of her neck until you caught your breath. 

Y/N’s POV

Ashton slid out of you after your third orgasm of the night. You mewled at the absence of him and fell onto the mattress. Ashton untied your wrists and you turned over on your back. He pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the bin. He crawled over to you and hovered over your body and kissed you softly. You were starting to like him and you hated it. 

“That was...incredible.” that stupid beautiful smile was plastered across his sweaty face. 

“It was alright.” you teased. “Like I said still hate you though.” 

He snickered. “How will I ever change your mind?” 

You ran your fingers through his chest hair, “A couple more orgasms would be a good start.”

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[a-jynx]

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 & 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈 | 𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓇

“Darling, don’t ever be too shy to dance your heart out.” 

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The world seemed to crash around him, crashing straight into a large fire pit that sat at the lowest level of Hell. Steve licked at his lips, slowly locking his phone and sitting it in the passenger seat. His mind seemed to rattle and shake like his hands as he gripped the rubber steering wheel, swallowing thickly as he glanced at the young girl in the child car seat behind him, her thick blonde curls swaying as she bopped her head to the music playing from her headphones. And just by looking at her… Steve could feel his heart plummet down into his stomach and even past that. 

Carter had become obsessed with dance after watching competitive dance competitions on TV and YouTube, dragging Maxine and Hendrix in to dance trios with her, or when they couldn’t be bothered or were doing something else, Carter always knew she could count on her daddy to dance with her - he always did. The bright smile that broke across her face, the light that shone in her bright blue eyes sparkling when Steve would spin her, or lift her like “one of the professionals!” And to see her smile and glitter like that all the time? Oh, Steve would sell his soul. And now… He may have to do just that. 

“Daddy… Who was that?” Steve jumped at the voice, glancing between the rear view and the road. Carter’s blue eyes stared into his dark eyes, making him gulp as he flashed her a gentle smile. Attempting to soothe the storm that began brewing behind her icy blues. 

“No one important, C.” He said, nodding once as she frowned gently. “Hey, were you able to talk to Billy about your solo for next weekend?” Steve asked, watching with a tired smile as Carter’s eyes lit up and she practically vibrated in her car seat. 

“I did! He said he already had my choreography finished and the music ready.” She giggled, kicking her little feet as Steve shook his head, his smile widening. She slipped those chunky purple kitten-eared headphones and bobbed her head once again, leaving Steve to brew in his head. Reagan had called. It was final. The divorce was finalized and Steve was once again single, only this time? He’s taking three beautiful children with him. Hendrix was Steve’s eldest, now coming to the age of eighteen, Maxine was his middle child, hitting the ripe age of eleven, and Carter was his youngest, just stepping into the age of eight. 

“Daddy?” 

“Yeah, C?” He asked, shooting her another glance, seeing her thin brows knitted together, causing him to mirror the sour face. 

“Is Ms. Miller going to be at the apartment when we go home?” Carter asked, her voice soft as the tires below them cracked and popped from the graveled parking lot. Shifting the car into park, and turned towards Carter, a sad smile already on his lips. 

“Oh, C, baby, I… No. Hendrix is home with Maxie, but Ms. Miller is moving out.” He sighed, rolling his lips together as he tried to swallow, the air trapped in his throat feeling like spikes, stabbing into his windpipes and muscles. 

“Oh… Good. I didn’t like her.” 

“Carter, come on, she-” Steve’s voice died as he met the arched brow, pursed lips, and ‘are you serious?’ hidden behind her glowing eyes. He chuckled gently before turning and getting out of the car, Carter doing the same as Steve grabbed her bag from the backseat floorboard. With the slam of their doors and the marching towards the door, when Steve felt his stomach jump and pull, making him shiver as he slowed to a stop, pulling Carter to him as she turned, her lips parted. 

“Cart, I need you to know… No one knows about Ms. Miller - Reagan - leaving the apartment, okay? And I can tell Billy if you’d like, however, the other parents and kids don’t need to know, alright?” Steve asked, his eyes searching hers as she smiled softly before leaning forward, wrapping her small arms around his neck with a squeeze. His own lanky appendages wrapped around her, holding her close with a sigh. How? How are we going to fix this? 

“Alright, let’s go, Billy’s going to have my head if you’re late.” 

_________

“Carter! Nice of you to join us,” Billy grinned, winking at the young girl as she came sprinting into class, joining the others in the Ten-sity line-up. He opened his mouth to speak, only for it to get strangled in his throat as a gentle knock came from the door. “Steve?” Billy questioned, his brows furrowed as he turned towards him, as Steve shrugged gently. 

“I need to speak with you, privately, please.” He mumbled, eyes glancing between the glistening black floor and Billy’s glistening skin. 

“Well, can it wait? I mean, we have to practice the group dance, then the two duets, as well as Carter’s solo-” Billy started, only for Steve to take a step into the classroom. 

“Billy. It’s important.” Steve hissed through clenched teeth, making him blink as Billy swallowed thickly, nodding once. 

“Okay, girls spread out and start stretching. Hanna, if you try to start dancing before stretching again, or I will bench you this weekend.” Billy warned, his tone dripping with a small threat as the small girl nodded. Steve pushed out of the classroom, tears already pooling in his lashes as he grabbed a few tissues at the front, thanking Kerian as he walked by. Billy came up behind him, leading him into the small shop, closing the door behind them. He turned towards Steve, only for his eyes to widen as he reached forward, caressing his elbows with a gentle hand. 

“Steve? Pretty boy, what’s wrong?” His voice wavered with… What anger? Maybe. Sadness? Again, maybe. 

“I… Carter can’t dance anymore,” Steve whispered, his bottom lip trembling as he picked at the tissue, imagining if it were Reagan’s head. Billy stood there, his hands still holding tightly onto Steve - grounding him - in this moment.

“What’re you talking about? She looked fine. No injuries, or sadness, or anything really-” 

“No, no, Carter is… Cart’s fine! I just… Do you remember Reagan?” The name invited venom to seep from Steve’s voice. 

“Dragon lady? Yeah, why?” 

“I… She finalized the divorce. She’s taking whatever money she spent back with her things at my apartment, and she’s threatening to sue me saying I forced her to pay for dance classes and I just… Billy, I can’t afford it anymore.” Steve could taste the bile work up his throat, it constricting as his shoulders shook. Billy hugged him close, holding him and trying to wrap his body around his shaking figure. 

“Steve, you can’t take those kids out of here. You can’t take Carter out of dance! She’ll want to die before she gives up dancing.” Billy whispered, keeping his grip on Steve as he huffed, tugging him back and frowning at the tear streaks that stained his skin, his cheeks, and nose a strawberry red. 

“I’ll pay for it.” 

“Wh - What? What, Billy no! No, I refuse to let you pay that! It’s my responsibility!” Steve gaped. This couldn’t be happening. He can’t seriously be considering this! 

“Stevie, I refuse your refusal,” he flashed a soft smile. “I’m not gonna let this take dance away from Carter! And besides, where else would I get my daily dose of the Harrington clan?” Billy chuckled softly, his bright eyes filling with tears as Steve’s lips fell apart as he stared into those ocean blues. He felt his body relax, his shoulders slowly dropped and his tears slowly began to dry - they brought comfort. 

“I - Billy, you can’t pay for her lessons. It’s not your responsibility,” he murmured, rolling the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip as Billy grinned, shaking his head with a soft laugh. 

“I’m making it my responsibility. Carter is just as much as my child as she is yours, Pretty boy. So, are Maxine and Hendrix.” 

Steve went silent. Thoughts were mangled and mixed, his heart raced in his ears, and he could feel the heat coming off in waves from Billy’s body, leaning further into it. Billy wrapped himself tighter around him, grinning as Steve sighed into the warmth, swallowing down the dread and fear that was working up in his chest, knotting up and burrowing itself into his heart for later thought. Later tears. 

“Is it unprofessional that I really want to kiss you right now?” Steve mumbled, staring into Billy’s deep blues as he chuckled, squeezing at Steve’s sides, a glint shimmering in his eyes. 

“Oh, extremely unprofessional… But, I can’t say I don’t want you to right now.” 

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[jenonctcity]

Resistant

[10:13pm]

Lee Jeno – [S]

Warnings: Just suggestive content.

Non-idol!au, Enemies-lovers!au, Badboy!Jeno

Word Count: 1k

Request: Enemies-lovers with Jeno with sexual frustration.

 The gentle purr of the engine, and the soft lull of the radio was the only sounds echoing in the car. You plucked at the loose thread in the rip of your black jeans, absentmindedly staring out the window at the blurred trees in the night as your travelled down the country road. The drivers side window cracked open slightly, leaving a cool breeze circulating around the car that sent small shivers down your spine every now and then. The trees dwindled into houses as you got into the town.

“Just drop me off here.” You turned to look at Jeno, the streetlights illuminating the strong features of his face. He frowned at your suggestion, not bothering to look at you as he spoke.

“We’re miles away from your home. No.” He mumbled, one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other resting on the door of the car, his head leaning in the palm of his hand.

“Why do you even care?” You frowned back at him, not looking away when he turned to shoot you a scowl before turning his attention back to the road. He stayed silent, not bothering to give you an answer which caused you to become irritated. “Seriously. Stop the car.” You demanded, taking off your seatbelt and turning in your seat to face the door. Jeno ignored you, acting as if your words didn’t send a rush of excitement through his veins. “Stop the fucking car!” Your voice started to raise, hating that he was outright ignoring you. A smirk formed on his face, his eyes flitting to you before he switched hands so that the one previously resting on the door was now gripping the steering wheel, and his other hand dropping down to the gearstick. Jeno shifted gears, making the car jolt once before it sped up rapidly. You got thrown back into the seat by the force of the car speeding up. Your heart thumping in your chest and eyes becoming the size of the moon in fright.

“Jeno…Jeno slow down!” He continued to ignore you, weaving through the streets like a he was channelling his inner racer. “What the fuck?!” You screamed, reaching for your belt and quickly buckling it back in place over your chest. The second he heard the belt click into place he took his foot of the accelerator, slowing the car back down to its previous speed. “You’re fucking crazy.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and looking out the window again. 10 minutes later the car came to a stop. You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw more trees instead of your house. “Why are we in a forest?”

“We aren’t in a forest. We’re next to a forest.” He rolled his eyes, taking off his seatbelt and turning to face you in the darkness of the car. The only light being the rays of moonlight hitting his face. It cast shadows on his face, making him look more mysterious and dangerous to you than he normally did. You and Jeno had always ‘hated’ each other. It started in high school when you’d met through mutual friends, soon becoming part of the same group. The two of you just never seemed to get along, always making jokes at each other’s expense, or arguing with each other over petty things. You’d found yourself having to get in his car tonight after you and your friends visited a diner out of town. The rest of your friends all bundling into the other cars and not leaving any room for you, forcing you to get into Jeno’s car.

“Are you gonna finally kill me?” You voice held a tone of amusement but also an underlining tone of worry. He let out a loud laugh at your words, a hand falling onto your thigh and slipping down into the rip of your jeans, his cool skin a contrast to your warmth. Your stomach erupted with butterflies at his touch. You’d never had him touch you in this way, and it confused you how he was being with you.

“Only one thing I want to murder tonight.” He leaned in closer to you, his thumb making circles on your skin before he took his hand out of the rip, trailing it up the material clad on your thigh to your covered heat. His voice deep and raspy as he spoke. “Is this pussy.” His words sent a bolt of electricity through you, immediately making wetness pool in your panties. You’d never looked at Jeno in a lustful way, but the sexual tension steaming up the car was making you see him in a whole different light.

“Shut up and kiss me, asshole.” You whispered, your hands coming up to cup his strong jaw before the two of you leaned in at the same time. Lips crashing against lips soon turned into your tongues fighting against each other, his winning and pushing into your mouth. His hand rubbed circles against your clothed core, pleasure making you emit soft whimpers into his mouth. His fingers started to subtly play with the button keeping your jeans closed, pushing it through the hole before moving onto his next obstacle of your zipper.

“Shit!” He gasped as two bright lights lit up your faces. A car stopping parallel to you and breaking you both apart in disbelief. “Seriously?! All the places for people to go and they come here?” He frowned, biting his bottom lip and punching his steering wheel causing you to flinch. He started the engine and drove off abruptly, the tires spinning on the dirt track making the car drift slightly. You gripped the handle on the door, watching Jeno’s angry scowl. You glanced down at the prominent bulge in his black sweatpants, making a soft giggle leave your lips. It all added up in your mind now why he was pissed off at such a minor thing. You not being the only one left with the tinges of sexual frustration.

“Take me to your place.” Your velvety words causing a sigh to release from his lungs, a smug look forming on his face in the light of the moon.

“As you wish my lady.”

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[rookie-ramsey]

Baby Blues, Chapter 4 (Bryce Lahela x MC)

Description: MC and Bryce can handle just about anything. Hopefully, pregnancy and parenting fall into the “just about everything” category.

Pairing: Bryce X f!mc

Preview: For several moments, nobody spoke. Finally Elijah broke the silence.. “So… you’re telling us there’s gonna be a baby to play with soon?”

Previous chapter

After spending the rest of their Friday night researching, they set out Saturday morning to look at cars.

As they walked through the lot, Emily pointed out a bright red Volkswagen Beetle. “I could see you behind the wheel of that.”

Bryce grinned. “Hell yeah. But those aren't really roomy.” He pointed out a sleek black sedan. “How about that?”

Emily read the information sheet attached to the car’s window. “Nope. We can’t afford that until we’re attendings without debt.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Bryce slipped his hand into hers as they walked further down the lot, browsing the available cars. He pointed at a lime green Mustang. “If we had a couple of those, we could race to work.”

“Sounds fun, but that may be frowned upon.” Emily paused as a salesperson approached them. She and Bryce greeted him and shook his hand.

“I’m Brandon. May I help you?”

Emily nodded. “We’re wanting to buy our first car together. We’re having a baby in January, so we need something safe with room for a car seat. Good gas mileage would be a plus, too.”

“I can help you out.” Brandon led them to the next section of the lot. He stopped at a dark blue sedan. “Toyota Camry. Preowned, but low mileage. Good crash test ratings, reliable, and handles smoothly.”

“I like it.” Emily nodded in approval as she looked the car over. “Can we test drive it?”

“Sure. Let me grab your keys and get your license information, then you can take it for a spin.” Brandon wrote down their driver’s license information and retrieved the key from the office. “Have fun.”

Bryce took the key and started the car. “Let’s hit the road.” He gripped the steering wheel and grinned at Emily. “Where are we gonna take this bad boy?”

She chuckled softly. “Let’s drive it to the end of the block and back. I get to drive it back.”

“Adventurous. I like it.”

“You’re a dork.” Emily rolled her eyes and reached over to squeeze his arm. “But you are insanely cute. Just don’t wreck.”

“Why would I do such a thing?” Bryce pulled out of the lot and merged into the street. “Not gonna lie, I feel powerful  behind the wheel.” He reached the end of the block and slowed down, stopping at the curb. “Your turn.”

“Get ready for the ride of a lifetime.” Emily switched with him. She sat behind the wheel and adjusted the seat. Glancing to make sure she was clear, she merged back into the street. “I like this. Let’s buy it.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” Bryce grinned. “Looks like we have a new-to-us pre-owned car. Who gets to drive it home?”

Emily pursed her lips in thought. “Hmm. Well, they’ll run a credit check for both of us. Highest credit score is the winner.”

Bryce smirked. “Winner drives home?”

“It’s a bet, Lahela.”

XXXXXXXX

“It feels weird hosting dinner in my own apartment again.”

“Are you officially moving in with Bryce?” Sienna checked on the brownies in the oven.

“Yeah.” Emily nodded as she arranged a spread of finger foods on the counter. “I’m going to make a little announcement later, but I want to tell you first.”

“Ooh, I’m the first to know a secret.” Sienna grinned. “Tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, Emily turned to face her petite best friend. “I’m pregnant.”

Sienna gasped, a wide smile taking over her face. “Are you really? I kinda suspected so, but this is so exciting!” She gave Emily a tight hug. “Who else knows?”

“We told Keiki and my family a week ago, but nobody else knows.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my lips sealed until you tell everyone else.” Sienna pretended to zip her lips, tossing an imaginary key into the trash. “You two are gonna be the cutest parents ever.”

“I hope so.” Emily smoothed a hand over her abdomen. “It won’t be long before everyone can tell I’m pregnant, so I thought now was a good time.”

“Absolutely.”

Soon, the rest of their roommates joined them, along with Bryce. As Bryce entered, he gave Emily a kiss on the cheek.

“Your guest of honor is here.”

“Oh, so that’s you?” Snorting playfully, Emily handed him a grocery bag of plastic cups, napkins. and paper plates. “You get to set the table.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Bryce accepted the bag and started setting the contents out on a table, along with the drinks. Soon, everyone was settled in with a plate of food and a beverage.

Emily and Bryce sat with Emily’s roommates, who were gathered around the coffee table. “So, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you all together when I’m not here much.”

Jackie nodded. “Yeah, we miss your face around here.”

“Well…” Emily reached over, resting a hand on Bryce’s knee. “We’ve known this for a few weeks now. I’m pregnant, so I’ll be officially be moving into Bryce’s apartment soon.”

For several moments, nobody spoke. Finally Elijah broke the silence.. “So… you’re telling us there’s gonna be a baby to play with soon?”

“Yep. As of today, I’m about thirteen weeks along. The baby’s due January 5th.”

Jackie arched a brow. “So we’ll basically be ringing in the New Year with a mini Lahela on the loose.”

Bryce feigned offense, frowning in exaggeration and clutching his chest. “That’s uncalled for.”

“I’m kidding, scalpel jockey.” Jackie rolled her eyes and gave them a smile. “Congrats, you two.”

Aurora smiled. “We’ll miss you, Emily, but I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, you guys. I’ll miss living here.” Emily took a sip of her punch. “We’ll still see each other every day at work, and it’s not like you can’t visit us or we’re banished from visiting here.”

“Says who?” Jackie teased.

“Leave her alone, Jackie.” Elijah grinned. “As long as I get to be Uncle Elijah and play with the baby, visit all you want.”

Emily gave him a smile. “I think we can accomplish that.”

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Words: 5,460 Teen!Dean x Reader Warnings: none really! A/N: I wrote most of this fic like a year ago and then went looking for it on my own blog today and realized I 1) never finished it, and 2) certainly never posted it. So have a little surprise Teen!Dean. Not sure if there will be a part 2 but it's possible!

You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach (that was becoming all too familiar) as two cheerleaders walked by, snickering to each other as they pointed and whispered at you. You turned away and hid your face behind the door of your open locker as best you could, hiding the burning redness you felt rise up into your cheeks. Their footsteps and voices slowly died away, leaving you feeling utterly alone and miserable.

You slammed your locker door shut and made your way down the expansive hall, headed for the back parking lot. You had purposely dawdled collecting your books and things at your locker, hoping that most people were already on their way home. You had no desire to talk to anyone right now.

You couldn’t remember a worst day on record. It had all started when you bumped into your supposed best friend that morning. “Hey! How’s it going?” you asked sunnily, leaning up against the locker next to hers. “Why didn’t you call me back last night? I wanted to talk to you about the latest episode of—“

”—Y/N… Didn’t Lance talk to you last night?” She wasn’t smiling and you couldn’t understand why.

Now she wouldn’t look at you in the eyes. “He was supposed to talk to you last night. I really don’t think we should do this here,” she said, lowering her voice. She turned away from you and started to leave but you stopped her.

You were starting to feel sick. “Do what here? Tell me what’s going on.” You weren’t going to let her just brush you off.

She finally met your eyes and must have seen that you weren’t going to give it up.

”What is it?” you demanded.

There was something unreadable in her expression. Regret? Anxiety? ”I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this but—Lance is breaking up with you. He told me he was going to talk to you last night...”

Your stomach hit the floor. At first you were confused. Now, in retrospect, you wondered how you could have been so fucking stupid, so innocent. How hadn’t you figured it out? “Why would he tell you before me?” you blurted out.

That’s when you saw it. Guilt and pity. That was what you hadn’t been able to read before—because it hadn’t clicked yet. You hadn’t been looking for it. But now you saw that there was obvious pity in her eyes, and then she looked down at her feet, and didn’t say a damn thing.

The realization crashed into you like a head on collision on the highway. You actually felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs. “He wasn’t gone with his parents this weekend. Got it.”

She didn’t even try to apologize. You just staggered backwards away from her, spinning with the dreadful realizations and quite certain your face was flour white, your mouth hanging partially open.

And that’s how you’d lost your best friend, most of your other friends, and your boyfriend in one morning. Somehow word had gotten around that your boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend, and the juicy rumor spread like wildfire. Worst of all you got the sense that no one felt anything negative toward him or her for it. And you got the feeling that they had somehow all known before you did. Didn’t anyone have anything more fucking important going on in their lives? What the fuck?! You felt totally humiliated. You didn’t think the day could get worse but—oh wait, it did.

The push bar on the door into the parking lot punctuated the lazy quiet of outside like some unexpected echo of percussion. Your eyes landed on your car, nearly the only one left in the parking lot and your stomach lurched again as you saw Lance leaning on it, waiting for you. To your even greater dismay you noticed that a group of his friends were waiting nearby, your now ex-best friend, his new girlfriend, among them.

You took a gulp, and adjusted your bag on your shoulder, hesitating for just a moment before walking over to meet him. You chewed your bottom lip as you stopped in front of him and he stood to meet you. You crossed your arms over your chest; shielding yourself subconsciously as if it would dampen the sting from whatever he was about to say.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was thick and uncomfortable.

”Look, I’m real sorry, Y/N. But we’ve liked each other a long while and I was gonna tell you… I just never felt like the timing was right and then—“

”Yeah. I got it,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him, still feeling the eyes of his friends on you and refusing to look at Shellie who was still standing there with his buddies, failing to look apologetic as she eagerly watched the exchange between you and Lance. If real life was an after school special, she would have been wearing his letterman jacket already. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

”I feel really bad about it,” he went on. “You know, I was gonna tell you so many times and it just—“

”I hope you had a nice weekend together. And I hope you’re real happy.” You tried to manage it with as much grace as you could, but you were sure there was still a bitter edge in your voice.

He stared down at your face for a few seconds. You avoided his eyes. Finally he seemed to decide the conversation was over for good, and he mumbled a goodbye and strode away.

You turned your attention to your car and that’s when you noticed you had a flat tire. No, wait… two flat tires. You audibly groaned and your attention snapped back to the nearby group of spectators. Two of the guys were laughing at your reaction and slapping high-fives. They had let the air out of both of your front tires. Lance seemed to be telling them off for it, though he wasn’t scolding them too harshly, and Shellie was more concerned about getting Lance’s arm draped around her waist than how the hell you were going to get home. Seeing that Lance glanced back over his shoulder at you a couple times didn’t bring you any satisfaction. Instead you just wanted to disappear.

You heaved an audible sigh, wishing you could melt into the asphalt. “Great.”

Just then you heard the approaching growl of an idling engine and turned to see a sleek black Chevy Impala headed your way. Behind the wheel sat a guy your age in a leather jacket that was a little too big for him, the shoulders hanging on him a little despite his broad frame. You’d seen him around school, even had him in a couple of your classes, but he was a fairly new transplant to town, and you had never actually talked to him. He seemed to be reading the situation, looking between you and the retreating group of your classmates who were still laughing carelessly. He threw the car into park and shut off the engine. You watched him climb out and run a hand absently through his hair.

You stood there, feeling utterly defeated, using the last bit of willpower you had so you wouldn’t cry in front of this guy. You stared emptily at your flat tires.

The guy’s gaze left the rowdy group, members of which were still looking over their shoulders at you and jeering, and landed on your car. He stopped next to you and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Flat tire?” he said. His voice was deeper than you expected and had a gruff edge to it, but it was unmistakably good-natured.

”Something like that,” you said numbly.

He leaned a little to the left and caught sight of the other one. “Ahh… Two flat tires. That’s got to be one in a million, huh?”

You didn’t say anything and just stared, unseeing, at your car. This was absolutely, officially, completely, undeniably the worst day on record.

He glanced back over towards your classmates and his brow furrowed. “They have something to do with this?”

You only shrugged your bag higher on your shoulder again. You didn’t even have the energy to be angry. You were utterly defeated.

He nodded. “You want a ride? I’ve got to pick up my brother after his nerd club, but that’s not for an hour. I’ve got some time to kill.” When you didn’t reply he just waited there patiently, rocking a little on his feet. “Or if you want I can wait with you until a tow truck gets here. They’ll re-inflate them for you.”

You suddenly looked up, and you could see that Lance was looking back at you. You thought about your options… you didn’t really know this guy—but if you had to stand there a minute longer you felt like you might actually go to pieces, and you couldn’t give those so-called “friends” and your cheating asshole of an ex the satisfaction. “I’d take a ride home,” you said. “Please…” you added, a little more hesitant.

The guy nodded and walked around the Impala to open the passenger side door for you. You slipped in, wondering what the hell you were getting yourself into…

He hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine, which readily purred to life. “Tunes?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. He pressed ‘play’ on the old cassette player and the unmistakable sound of Bob Seger filled the cab. He flashed you a crooked, boyish smile while you only peered back at him, expressionless. He cleared his throat a little awkwardly and his smile vanished.

His boot pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the tires screamed against the asphalt as the Impala began rocketing toward Lance and his posse. They were spinning around at the sound, faces confused and shocked to see the car speeding towards them. Fear starting to warp their expressions, widening their eyes almost comically. You gripped the door handle instinctively.

”What the hell are you doing?!” you yelled over the music and roar of the engine. “Are you CRAZY?”

”Don’t worry!” he yelled back.

Your eyes were wide, fixated on the group of people ahead who were rapidly growing larger in the field of view of the windshield. In a flash of a second you thought, “I got in this car with a psychopath,” but the next instant he skillfully turned the wheel so the Impala was drifting towards them, completely sideways, for a few suspended moments. A cloud of burnt rubber smoke and fuel fumes wafted over them and in the next second he had shifted and gunned the car again. You could see them coughing and sputtering in the rearview mirror.

“Why the hell did you do that??!” you asked, your heart still feeling like it might beat straight out of your ribcage, your hands white as they were pressed into the dashboard, still bracing for the impact that didn’t come.

He shrugged, his hands now steady on the wheel. “Why not?” he said at first, flashing you another boyish smile. “They are the ones who let the air out of your tires, aren’t they?”

You didn’t say anything at first, only peered back at him, eyes still wide, perplexed but also curious, your mouth hanging slightly open. “Probably, but—“

”I’m Dean,” he said. “Dean Winchester.”

You nodded. “I know,” you said.

He looked surprised. “You know?”

You nodded again, hugging your bag a little closer on your lap. “Yeah. We have English Lit and Trig together.”

He still looked surprised. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s right,” a smile on his lips again. “I guess I just get so used to people going out of their way not to notice me—or even to avoid me…”

”Why would they do that?” you asked, though you felt suddenly guilty for never saying hello to him or making small talk.

He laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess maybe they’re just intimidated because I give off a misunderstood, brooding vibe...” he joked. “Or I’m the weird new guy that no one knows anything about. Could be either of those,” he said. You sensed he was only half-joking.

You didn’t reply and turned to stare back out the window.

”Sooooo, where exactly am I taking you?” Dean asked.

You hesitated. Now that you thought about it you didn’t really want to go home. If you went home your mom and dad would surely pester you about your day, and they’d ask who had dropped you off, and they’d ask where your car was… and your little brother would probably be in your room waiting to annoy the crap out of you.

Dean seemed to read your thoughts. “I don’t know about you, but I could go for some pie,” he said. He didn’t wait for a response before turning the Impala in the direction of the local diner.

He swung the car into an open space and climbed out, waiting for you to do the same. You followed his lead into the diner and he grabbed a couple menus and sunk into a corner booth. You slid in across from him.

Soon the waitress bustled over. “What can I get for you two? Can I start you off with something to drink?” she asked, pencil at the ready.

”I’ll have the peach pie and Y/N, here,” Dean waited to see if you would order something but didn’t seem off put when you didn’t, “Y/N will have the strawberry-rhubarb. And two waters, if you don’t mind.”

”Comin’ right up, sweetie!” She bustled away to fetch your order.

When Dean looked back in your direction you caught his eyes for the first time and he felt like a jolt of electricity went straight to his heart. There was a strange expression on your face.

”How’d you know I would like strawberry-rhubarb?” you asked.

He smiled. “Well, you seem a little more exciting than apple pie. It was a toss up between strawberry-rhubarb and blueberry.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Strawberry-rhubarb is my favorite… So, what, you can tell people’s favorite pie based on their personality? That’s like the lamest superpower ever.”

He leaned back and clicked his tongue at you. “Come on, Y/N. It’s simple pi theory. Didn’t you pay attention in geometry?” He was suppressing a smirk, but he let it sneak through when he saw you roll your eyes and smile a little at his terrible pun.

”That was bad,” you said, looking down at your hands. The smile quickly faded from your face and a span of silence stretched for a moment, though surprisingly you didn’t find it uncomfortable.

The waitress came by and served you each your slice of pie and you both mumbled thanks.

Dean dug in unabashedly. “So. What’s the matter? Why’d those asswipes let the air out of your tires?” he asked through a mouthful.

”Because they’re asswipes.”

He tilted his head and nodded in agreement. “Well… given. But that’s not really what I meant. I can tell you’re down about something more than just two flat tires, though, if anybody pulled that crap on my car they’d get more than just a scare in return…”

You licked off your fork. You had to admit, that was damn good pie. “You didn’t already hear?” Dean only stared back at you earnestly. You noticed for the first time how striking his green eyes were and suddenly felt the need to look away. “Apparently everyone at school knew even before I did…”

Dean shrugged. “I guess they forgot to give me the memo. Hi. Dean Winchester. Social outcast. Nice to meet you,” he said candidly.

You wrinkled your nose at him a little in amusement. Another beat of silence stretched as you twirled your water glass in your hands, leaving rings of condensation on the table. “I should probably call my parents and tell them I’m coming home a littler later than expected. And I guess I should call that tow truck too,” you said, digging in your bag for your cell phone. Another realization crashed down on you and you froze. You’d left it in your locker. You groaned. And you had to fight the urge to put your head down on the table and settled with a hand to your forehead instead.

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Problem?”

You looked up at him and met his green eyes again, your brow wrinkled with anxiety and frustration. It was just one stupid thing too much. “I left my cell phone in my locker,” you said. You heaved a defeated sigh. “God, I’m such an idiot…”

”Whoa! Hey, hey! Easy, tiger!” He reached into his jacket pocket and placed his cell phone down on the table for you to use. “You’re not an idiot. You’re clearly just having a really bad day.”

You hesitated before reaching for his cell phone. “You’re sure?”

He laughed. “Y/N. Please. It’s a phone call. Go call your family or whatever and then we’ll look up a tow truck. I’ll take you back by the school and you can go get your phone from your locker when I have to pick up my nerdy kid-brother.”

You felt a rush of gratitude. “You’re sure it’s not too much trouble?” you asked. He waved you off and you felt your shoulders immediately relax. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll be right back!” you said, starting to dial your home number.

You stepped just outside the diner as the line rang. Inside, Dean was looking at your hunched shoulders and the graceful curve of your neck. He’d never had an excuse to talk to you before, but he had certainly wanted to. For once in his life he felt like he was in the right place at the right time.

When you returned his plate was clean and he was leaning back in the booth, apparently at ease and people watching the only other patrons in the restaurant, an elderly couple sharing a chocolate shake. He was smiling vaguely as he watched the man give the cherry on top to his wife.

You watched him silently for a moment until he noticed you were back. “Thanks,” you said, setting his phone down on the table.

”No problem. I’ve been in some tight situations before and a little unexpected help is the greatest relief,” he said. You nodded and gave him a tight smile. He was a lot different than you expected… You had always assumed he didn’t really want anything to do with anyone else, but now you wondered if maybe he just didn’t know how to break into everyone’s already constructed groups of friends. It had to be difficult to come into a new high school.

The waitress bustled back over with the check and you fumbled for your bag but Dean waved you off. “No, no. I got it.”

”Are you sure? Dean… you’re helping me enough already. Let me get the pie—“

He was already shoving the bills into the waitresses hands before you could even get your wallet out and you watched her go. “Thanks,” you said again. “God, I feel like I owe you about fifty favors now.”

When you looked back over at Dean he was already peering at you with a softened expression. You felt your cheeks burn.

”So, you got a hold of… whoever?” he asked.

You nodded. “My parents, yeah. Thanks again.” You noted how the sky was growing dark outside already. It was late fall and the days were growing shorter. “It’s getting kind of late. Do you need to go pick up—your brother, you said?” you asked.

He laughed and scruffed a nervous hand through his hair. He was having trouble decoding how he felt when you looked at him. It was like you really saw him… for who he was, not who you thought he was. It was leaving him feeling far more nervous and fidgety than he cared for.

He glanced at the clock on the diner wall and nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Come on.”

You followed him out of the diner and slid into the passenger seat of the vintage Chevy. As Dean drove you the short distance back to your school, you appreciated the spotless interior and the purr of the engine. “This is a nice car,” you said. “Yours?”

“Nah, saw it on the way in this morning and liked the look of it so I hotwired it.”

You gave him a small smile and reached over and touched the keys hanging from the ignition. They clinked satisfactorily. “Hotwired, huh?”

”Hey!” he objected. “Hands off the merchandise, if you don’t mind!” That boyish smirk was back on his lips and finally you rewarded him with a laugh, a small, quiet one. But a laugh. Dean felt like his heart soared. “It was my dad’s. But he gave it to me after he bought himself a new set of wheels.”

You nodded. “Cool. My car is practically made out of plastic,” you said.

Dean chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say anything but… yeeeeah.”

You laughed again, but this time the smile on your face faded pretty quickly. Dean noticed. “Hey—are you okay?”

You looked over at him and nodded. “I’m fine. It’s just—“ you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your eyes from tearing up, “—just stupid high school stuff, you know?” You gave him a force, tight-lipped smile.

Dean gave you a concerned sideways glance and slowed the Impala to a stop beside your lone car in the parking lot. “I’m sure it’s not stupid. Whatever it is.”

You stared down at your hands in your lap.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But, you know, if you do that’s cool too.”

You glanced up at him and sighed. “Thanks.”

He nodded, his expression sincere. Goddammit, his eyes were green. Even in the dimming light of evening setting in it was striking. You cleared your throat, worried that you were staring at him a little too long. “Well, thanks again. For the ride and the pie and the smoke cloud,” you said, popping open the door.

“Anytime,” he said, also climbing out and closing the door. The heavy clunk reverberated in the empty lot. “Hey, uhh,” Dean rubbed a hand over the back of neck, “I’ll walk in with you, if that’s cool. And I mean it, I’ll wait until you’re back on the road. Just in case the tow truck guy is a creep or something.”

You gave him a thoughtful look and adjusted your bag on your shoulder. “Aren’t your parents going to be wondering where you are? And what about your little brother?”

Dean let out a sardonic laugh. “Uhh, no. No, they won’t be wondering. And as for Sammy, well, he’s a geek but he’s fine. He can hang with us until you get going. I promise he’s harmless,” Dean said with a smile.

You considered him for what felt like (to Dean at least) a long moment. “Okay. Sure. That’d be great. Thanks.” The two of you started back toward the school and Dean felt a surge of annoying butterflies in his stomach when he caught you looking at him.

“What?” he asked you, caught off-guard by your expression.

You gave him another tight-lipped smile, some amused spark in your eye all of a sudden. “So, your little brother is harmless,” you said, “but what about you?”

Dean let out a laugh that threw his head back and lit up his whole face. “I buy you pie and give you a ride and that’s what you want to ask me?” He clutched a hand to his chest dramatically. “Ohhh, ow. Ow. That hurts,” he said, a broad smile still on his face. “I guess you’ll just have to make up your own mind.” He held your eyes for a moment longer than necessary and you felt your cheeks blush.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you again and soon you were back at your locker. You cringed when you opened it. There was your boyfriend, now ex, smiling from a picture you took of him on the door. You hurriedly slid the magnets off and pulled it off, shoving it onto the top shelf where you couldn’t see it as fast as you could.

The action certainly wasn’t lost on Dean. His stomach dropped. He now remembered that he had seen you around with the guy a few times. Boyfriend? Shit. Of course you had a boyfriend. “Hey, isn’t that one of the asswipes I blew smoke at?”

You grabbed your cell phone and slammed your locker shut, taking in how Dean was casually leaning up against the row of lockers, but his brow was knit down in concern.

“Yep,” you said, looking down at your feet. “That’s—” you hesitated, not really sure why you felt like telling him. When school had ended you didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You had wanted to disappear. “That’s why my day was so shitty. That asswipe cheated on me with my supposed best friend. And then his douchebag friends apparently let the air out of my tires as a gag.”

You weren’t sure exactly what reaction you had been expecting from Dean, who you barely knew, but what you got was a look of shock and disgust followed by a flash of anger. “That’s—that’s horrible. I’m really sorry that happened to you. Look, you’re better off without that guy. What the fuck…” He straightened up, shaking his head. “Any guy who would do that? Not worth the time of day.”

You gulped at the tightness in your throat. “Yeah. It’s just—I started the day just thinking everything was normal and now it seems like I lost my boyfriend, my best friend, and all my other friends in one go.” The look in your eyes was suddenly faraway.

“I know it sucks, but honestly, it sounds like you’re better off without them.” He gave your shoulder a friendly nudge. “Come on. Let’s go pick up my kid brother and then see if that tow truck is here yet.”

You followed Dean through the school and out the front door. There was a gangly, skinny kid standing patiently by the curb, backpack slung over one shoulder. “Hey, Sammy!” Dean yelled. He turned and Dean waved him over. “I told you, totally harmless,” Dean joked under his breath. “How was the Mathletes?” Dean asked him as he approached.

He gave Dean a look of pure annoyance. “Academic Quizbowl.”

Dean shrugged. “Same thing.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “No. It’s not. Where’s the car?”

“Parked out back. Jesus, Sammy. Can’t you see we’ve got a guest. Where are your manners?”

Sam seemed to look at you for the first time, really look at you. His cheeks colored pink immediately nad he looked down at his feet.

“Y/N, this is Sammy. Sammy, this is Y/N.”

“It’s Sam,” he said quickly. “Only Dean calls me that because he knows it annoys me…”

“That’s what big brothers are for,” Dean chimed in.

“Hi, Sam. It’s nice to meet you,” you said. “You know, I was in the Academic Quizbowl when I was a freshman too,” you said.

Sam seemed to brighten a little. “Why’d you stop?”

“They changed the meeting day and it conflicted with Art Club. I really liked it though.”

Sam smiled. “Cool. Me too.”

Dean was smiling good-naturedly at the interaction. “Couple of nerds,” he teased. “Alright. Y/N is having some, uhh, car trouble, Sam. We’re gonna wait until she gets back on the road if that’s cool.” Sam shrugged.

“Sure,” he said. He fell into stride with you and Dean as you all wound through the school again and poured out into the back parking lot. You and Dean made small talk, but Sam just quietly listened, occasionally checking his cell phone or fiddling with the notebook in his arms. The light outside was deepening to dark blues and purples except for the pools of yellow glare on the asphalt from the streetlights.

Just as the three of you were arriving at your car, the tow truck came into view around the corner of the building and made its way toward you. You unlocked your car and tossed your bag into the passenger seat then stepped away to wait to talk to the driver.

Dean leaned back against the hood of the Impala and stuck his hands in his pockets. Sam followed his gaze and watched you gesturing to the tires on your car as you spoke. “Is she your girlfriend?” he asked.

Dean shot him a glare. “What? No. She just needed help, okay?” Dean looked back over at you.

“She’s really pretty,” Sam said, feeling a warmth in his face again. He waited a beat to see if Dean would say anything. He didn’t. So Sam pushed harder. “Do you want her to be your girlfriend?”

Now Dean was suddenly feeling warm and he looked over at his little brother. “What? Sam, shut up. Just get in the car and wait, would you?”

Sam gave him a self-satisfied smirk. “Guess that answers that question,” he said under his breath, making sure it was loud enough for Dean to hear.

Dean stood up and made his way over to you. The driver was almost done refilling the first tire. “All good?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks. Listen… it’s late. You really don’t have to stay. He’ll be done in a few minutes and I’m sure it’ll be fine. Really.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he joked, one corner of his mouth twitching up.

“No! It’s just—you’ve been such a huge help and I’ve been such a drag… and I’m sure you have somewhere better to be.”

Dean sighed and scruffed a hand through his hair like he was wont to do when he got nervous. “We really don’t. My mom is—not around anymore and my dad is off, preoccupied with some work thing, so it’s just Sammy and me. We’re not in any hurry.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks. Hey, umm, did you finish that essay yet for English Lit?”

“What essay?” Dean’s face dropped. Had he forgotten about an assignment? Shit. If he didn’t keep his grades up, Dad was going to take away the keys and he’d be forced to catch the school bus. Dean would rather die than catch the goddamn school bus. They smelled like puke and old rubber erasers.

“Oh—no, don’t worry!” you said quickly, seeing his expression. “The one on The Taming of the Shrew. It’s not due until next week,” you said.

“Oh, right. No, heh—haven’t even started it. Was planning on doing it next weekend or something.”

Behind you the tow truck driver was straightening up. “Miss?” he called out to you.

Suddenly, your cheeks colored. “Umm… well, maybe we could trade essays or something. You know, give each other feedback?”

“Sure. Or maybe get together and work on it or something…” Dean’s heart was pounding in his chest.

You nodded. “That’d be good. Yeah. Hey, thanks again. I mean it,” you said.

“Anytime.” Dean stood and watched as you signed something for the driver and then climbed into your car, which roared to life and blared its headlights at the back wall of the school. You leaned forward and glanced at him once more, giving him a friendly wave, and Dean’s heart jumped.

He waved back and watched your taillights fading away before he climbed into the Impala. Sam was engrossed in a book in the passenger seat.

“What are you reading?” Dean asked, turning the key.

“Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”

“Any good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” Sam said, without looking up. Dean smirked at him and reached over and ruffled his hair. Sam groaned and leaned away to avoid his reach. He looked up at his big brother. “How long have you liked her?” Sam asked him.

Dean sighed. “Sam…”

“A while then, huh?”

Dean shook his head at his brother and rolled his eyes. “Hungry?”

Sam nodded. “Starving.”

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[alarawriting]

Inktober 2020 #1: Fish

To say I wasn’t expecting an attack would be an understatement.

I was in my van, driving my oldest daughter to soccer practice.  (Why yes, I am a soccer mom.  I’m big enough to admit it.)  Natalie was supposed to be putting on her shin guards, but instead she was playing the Nintendo 3DS Arista had brought, on the grounds that technically it was her 3DS.  I believe Arista’s was out of battery, although it was the kind of detail I try not to pay too much attention to.  Arista, of course, had whined about this for ten minutes straight.  “It’s not fair!  I brought that 3DS!  You said you’d let me play!  Mommm, Natalie won’t let me play!”  And so on. This was partially, though not fully, drowned out by the sound of Theo singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” loudly, enthusiastically, off-key and with half the words made up, for what may well have been the tenth time in a row.

“Mom!  Make Theo be quiet.  I can’t concentrate!”

“Just give me back the 3DS! You aren’t even supposed to be playing it!”

“—itsy bitsy spider, gob up the stop again, itsy bitsy spider went on the bo bo bot, so wong go the dwain and it quash the spider out—“

“That isn’t even how it goes, Theo.  It goes ‘Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout—'“

“If you’re just gonna sing to Theo you can give me back the game.  Mommm, she isn’t even playing it and she won’t give it back!”

“I’m sing it, Natwee!  I’m sing it my way!”

“Yeah, well your way is wrong, cause you’re a baby.”

“ITSY BITSY NATWEE, CAN’T SING THE SPIDER SONG, CAUSE THEO IS SING IT LA DA DOO DOO LA LA—“

“Come on! Let me play!”

With all this going on, I had no hope of getting back enough of my own concentration to change lanes, so I had been stuck behind a car carrier lugging SUVs for the past ten minutes.  I hated being behind large trucks; they block my view of the rest of the road.  And here I was with nothing in the CD player but Gary’s smooth jazz, when plainly I needed death metal to drown this out.  I’d have given my pinky finger to be able to put on the radio, but radio and I did not get along.

As if to underscore this, a sudden burst of static cut through the horn solo.  I frowned, wondering if I’d gotten mixed up and this was the radio after all.

“Hey, cool!” Arista said, having apparently found something worthy of distracting her from her quest to recover the 3DS.  “My mood ring is red.  Mom, what’s it mean when your mood ring goes red?”

I went cold, and glanced at my own left hand on the steering wheel.  The stone in my ring, normally opal, had turned obsidian black.

I glanced back up to see the top SUV on the car carrier starting to slide.

“Aspída!” I shouted, having no time to do anything more complex than that.  Then I spun the wheel and swerved wildly onto the right shoulder, scraping the jersey wall, as the SUV slid off the carrier’s ramp and came careening down at us.

Distantly I was aware of my kids screaming, but all my attention was on surviving this. The SUV slammed into the shield I had just cast and bounced into traffic, making the car shudder. The small truck that had been behind me struck the SUV, sending it spinning across the road. Meanwhile I’d slammed hard on my brakes, coming to a full stop about twenty feet away from where the SUV ending up crashing into the jersey wall ahead of me. The small truck pulled over, in front of the SUV. The car carrier continued blithely on into the distance.

At least they hadn’t all fallen. That would have been a lot harder to deal with. I could have done it, but I would not have liked to explain it to the kids.

“Mom! Mom! What was that? What happened?” Natalie screamed.  Theo was crying hysterically, and Arista was gasping, hyperventilating.

I turned around in my seat. “Arista! Inhaler, now! Natalie, help her grab it!” I wanted to unbuckle, to go take Theo into my arms and calm him, to grab Arista’s inhaler and give it to her, but I didn’t dare. My ring was still black; Arista and Natalie’s rings were still both red.

The guy who’d been driving the small truck was coming toward me, walking along the shoulder, and he looked furious. Of course, from any reasonable human being’s perspective, I’d had nothing to do with the SUV that had fallen off the car carrier and smashed into his car, but with my ring black I didn’t dare assume he was a reasonable human being. I’d read enough about road rage incidents in the paper; I had to assume he had a gun.

I threw the car into reverse and drove backward as quickly as I dared, which was a lot slower than the cars zipping past me on the highway were going, but a lot faster than one dude walking on the shoulder. He began running toward me. “Katev̱odó̱no̱,” I whispered, shoved the gearshift into drive, and pulled out onto the highway, lurching from 0 to 60 in three seconds and slamming myself and my children back against our seats. The car behind me laid on the horn – I’d cut it off. “Sorry,” I said, more to myself than to the driver who obviously couldn’t hear me, but now I was back up to full highway speed, weaving in and out of traffic so that neither the guy I’d just cut off nor the driver of the small truck could catch up with me.

I pulled off the highway at the first exit that came up, watching as my ring dulled to a grayish opalescent color. We weren���t safe, but we weren’t in deadly danger either.

Arista’s breathing was normal again. Theo was still crying. “Mom, where are we going?” Natalie asked. “Don’t I have to get to practice?”

“You’re skipping practice today, Nally.” She used to call herself that. She couldn’t get the middle syllable of her own name, so she was Nally. Nowadays she usually rolls her eyes when I call her that, but this time, she didn’t. I could see her face in my rear view mirror; she was pale and shaken.

“Because we just had an accident?”

“We didn’t have an accident,” Arista said. “We almost had an accident.”

“Right,” I said. “We’re going home, and we’re going to eat ice cream and we’re going to relax.”

“Ice cream?” Theo asked, his sobs becoming weaker and less pronounced.

“Yep! Who wants an ice cream soda, who wants a milkshake and who wants a sundae?”

Kids are sometimes very easy to bribe. Though I suspected that Natalie was letting herself be bribed rather than challenging me. She knew something weird had just happened, but she didn’t want to ask me what, or perhaps didn’t want to acknowledge it.

Another old terror raised its head. What if she was like me? What if all of them were? What if they could use magic?

I shook my head to banish the thought. No one had found us. No one had sent either of them an invitation to school. Natalie was 12, Arista was 10… they were old enough that they could have gotten invitations by now. I’d gotten mine when I was 9, though my parents hadn’t been persuaded to send me to a boarding school until I was 13.

I’d wanted to go. I’d begged for it. I’d wanted to learn magic so, so badly.

I couldn’t even remember how that had felt, now.

 ***

When we got home, I put the girls in charge of getting the ice cream, the Coke, the sundae fixings, the milk and the blender out, and Theo in charge of washing his hands, going to the bathroom, changing his clothes and washing up. He’d been potty trained for nearly a year, but I’d nearly peed myself during the almost-accident; I could hardly hold it against a little boy that he’d wet his pants. Theo was obviously very embarrassed by it, though, so I didn’t acknowledge that he’d done so, just gave him the opportunity to wash himself up and change to save face.

I went straight downstairs to my fish tanks in the basement.

The filters didn’t hum. The tank lights weren’t on. The room smelled like ozone and smoke. At least one of the surge suppressors that ran my tank filters and lights was blackened. And every single fish in all four of my tanks was floating on top of their water, dead.

The opal on my ring was still dark grey.

In Homeric Greek – the language I cast spells in, though this wasn’t a spell – I said softly, “Brave heroes, I commend your souls to the Elysian Fields. The gods will honor you.” I didn’t actually think the ancient Greeks had believed fish would go to the Elysian Fields, but then, I also didn’t actually believe in the Elysian Fields, or the later Christian version, Heaven. If humans had souls – and they might, I’d seen Jason so many times I found it hard to believe that all of him could literally be gone, forever – then fish could as well, maybe. These fish hadn’t exactly volunteered to die to save my family, but they’d been feeder goldfish, destined for the belly of a pet predator or an agonizing, choking death due to high ammonia levels and lack of oxygen from the overcrowding in the feeder tanks. I’d given them a better, longer life than they could otherwise have hoped for.

Whatever had killed them, I hoped it had been fast. It looked like some kind of electrical short, maybe. A month ago one of those had taken out all the fish in tank four; I’d replaced the filter, and the surge protector, and the GFCI outlet the surge protector was plugged into, but when magic is targeting you, all of the sane and reasonable precautions you can take may end up coming to nothing. The fish had died because I’d bound them to my family and enchanted them to take on our bad luck. Most of the time, that meant fish died one by one over a period of months, as all of the normal bad luck that might occur to a family just failed to happen – my kids never got scraped knees, our cars never broke down, Gary made it through every round of layoffs at his company, none of us ever got sick.

When the fish started dying fairly rapidly last month, starting with the electrical short, the stone in my ring had been purple – not white opal, not the gray it was right now, not the black it had turned on the highway. I’d put more fish into service and it had faded to white. The fish had been doing reasonably well; I’d thought the danger was over.

But today all of them were dead. And I didn’t dare go out and get more; whatever malevolent spell had targeted me and my family would work a lot more effectively outside the shields I had around the house. Petco would ship me fancy fish, but not feeders. Which meant firstly that it would cost a lot more money to put more fish into service, secondly that I wouldn’t be able to leave the house again until tomorrow when the fish arrived (and what would I do about the girls going to school? They couldn’t leave either, and I couldn’t explain to them or to Gary why not.) And thirdly, that the girls, and Gary, would see the change, think I was taking Gary’s advice about getting nicer fish who could actually serve as pets, and they’d be horribly disappointed when the fish died.

Maybe I could have two layers of fish, I thought. Pet fish upstairs and feeders down here. Order neon tetras and a tank for overnight delivery, set them up, go out and buy more feeders as soon as I had the neons in service.

The thought flickered through my mind that I could buy feeder mice instead. Mammals are stronger and have more life force, and more resistance to malevolent magic. Feeder mice were in the same position as feeder goldfish – they were destined to die. I’d just be giving them a good life before it happened.

But my children would get attached to the mice. Would give them names. Would cry when they died.

I closed my eyes. I needed more power to protect the family than I had at the moment. I’d given up so much of it for my anonymity and my family’s safety, back before I’d even met Gary, when the only family I’d had to protect were my parents.

To get it back, to protect them now, I’d have to break some old compacts. But those old compacts weren’t working well enough anyway, obviously, if someone was targeting me.

“Moommm! We’re ready!” Arista yelled down the stairs.

“I’m coming,” I said, and headed up. I’d deal with the magic later. Right now, I’d promised my kids ice cream, to distract them from near-death and any weirdness they’d observed, and as both a magus and a mother, I’d learned to keep my promises.

***

This is a piece from a WIP “Not Even Past”, about a former child mage student who had to save the world with her group of friends, all of whom died except her. She left the world of magic behind and became a soccer mom. But now the world of magic is coming back for her.

#inktober 2020 #not even past #amanda walker #alara's october 2020 prompt fics

[maidenof-thesea]

Snakes & Butterflies | Part VII

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (in the future)

Words: 3.2k

Warning: minor swearing

Note: Part 7 is here! I hope you enjoy. I have decided to add a lot more fluff and a just a little pinch of drama. I love you guys !! 

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

Once we separated Jimin from Taehyung, the adventure to the museums commenced. I decided to leave my Jeep and opted to ride with the guys, since they had such a big car. Jin wanted to drive there but I decided to drive since I was more familiar with LA traffic. Jungkook was my navigator, so he had to sit in the middle, right next to me, much to Jimin’s disappointment. 

Once we were on the highway, Taehyung started to play music and the car became a karaoke party. After hearing Namjoon and Yoongi rap to Eminem’s Lose Yourself, I was convinced that they were not human. I mean, I knew Jungkook had a beautiful voice but I never imagined that all of them were so talented. Taehyung’s vocals were husky, yet rough that made it sound warm and soulful. Jin’s were very even and yet sweet sounding. I could tell from how Hobi was vibrating in his seat that he was full of passion, if I remember correctly, Jungkook did mention that he was dance major and he specified in hip hop. I had yet to hear Jimin’s voice, which had me a bit excited. Once Charlie Puth’s ‘We don’t talk anymore’ I was not disappointed. 

“We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do” Jimin sang. “We don’t love anymore. What was all of it for?” 

His voice was what I would describe as heavenly. It was very sweet and crisp and combined with Jungkook’s soft and smooth vocals, I may have been the first person to thank God for LA traffic because I’m sure I would have crashed. To my surprise, I looked in the rear view mirror, and I was attacked by Jimin’s intense stare, as if he had already been staring at me as he sang. I quickly averted my gaze back to the road and put both hands on the wheel, even though the traffic was so bad that we hadn’t even moved an inch for the last five minutes. I gulped my nonexistent saliva, and I realized that my throat was really dry. I should have brought water. I risked another glance at Jimin, and he was still staring at me, but this time with a smirk. I quickly rolled down my window and prayed that there was some wind. The audacity.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said from behind me. “You’re next. What song do you want to sing?”

“I-I” I stuttered. I tend not to listen to music since most songs portray love but I was definitely not gonna be singing some club banger.

“Noona,” Jungkook said. “You liked that one song by Ariana Grande that I showed you. You should sing that one.”

“Are you insane?” I spluttered. “I would butcher that song.”

And they all started to chant my name and I quickly rolled up the window since some of the other drivers were giving me weird looks. 

“OK!” I exclaimed with a slight eye roll and the buys erupted in cheers. “Play Breathin’ by Ariana, Taetae.”

“Coming right up,” Taehyung said. 

“I actually have never heard it before,” Yoongi said with Hobi nodding in agreement. 

The music began and almost immediately I began to sing.

                                    Jungkook

I bopped my head along to the beginning of the song as Noona started to sing and the car was real quiet. Too quiet and her voice wavered a bit from what I reckon was nerves. So in order to help her relax, I started humming along.

“Sometimes it’s hard to find,” Noona sang now, getting in rhythm and swaying back and forth with me, “Find my way up into the clouds. Tune it out, they can be so loud. You remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated. All I need is to see your face.”

Once the song ended, Noona’s face was flushed from embarrassment but erupted into her signature smile as the hyungs cheered and complimented her.

“Liars.” she started pouting with a small smile, but I could tell she felt a bit proud. “You guys sound like angels and over here I sound like a dying whale.”

“I like your voice Noona,” I said automatically and she turned and gave me a grateful smile but she nervously looked into the rearview mirror and back to the road. Traffic was starting to move and she focused on driving. For some reason the back of my neck was feeling real hot.

*

“You are a brave boy Jungkook,” Namjoon whispered from the passenger seat next to me. “But let’s not test Jimin’s patience anymore okay?”

“Yes hyung,” I said with a gulp, remembering the punch Jimin gave Taehyung earlier.  

*

“We’re almost there!” Y/N said in excitement and the boys sighed in relief, even though the SUV was big, it was slightly uncomfortable for eight fully grown adults. Once Noona paid for the parking, in spite of Jin’s insistence to pay, we were finally off and exploring. We relatively kept together as a group as we explored the museums, which were all conveniently within the same area. One of the museums had a German history exhibition, much to Namjoon hyung’s delight. Him and Noona stayed behind to look at more historical artifacts and photos. 

Jin hyung had dragged all of us outside to take selcas and Yoongi and Hobi hyung were heading to another exhibit on the opposite side, which looked like an indoor garden. Jimin sort of lingered outside of the group, almost as if he wanted to go back inside.

“Hyung,” I whispered to him and he hummed in response, not really paying attention. “Just go back inside, Namjoon hyung may get lost, and Noona will panic, you know her.”

“Should I?” He said even though he was already taking a step towards the building. “Does she really panic like that still?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “If anything she’s gotten worse.”

Jimin then took off without replying and I couldn’t help but smile and feel relieved. A big arm wrapped around my shoulder and Jin hyung sighed from between me and Taehyung. 

“Always needing encouragement,” Jin said with a hint of endearment. “It’s the first time I’ve seen him act this way towards a girl..I never thought I would actually ever witness it.”

“He deserves it,” Taehyung said with a small sad smile. 

“They both do.” I said with a twinge of an unfamiliar emotion in my chest. 

I noticed that Namjoon had a tendency to wander off in curiosity, since it had already been twice that I lost track of him. I was incredibly thankful for his height, otherwise I would have had a full on panic attack at being left alone in a room full of people I don’t know. I kept hold of the sleeve on his hoodie, just in case though but he didn’t really seem to notice. We were both currently looking at a photograph of a statue of a leopard carrying a child, when a small statue caught my eye. I looked at Namjoon and he was still reading the facts about the photograph. With a slight sigh, I released his sleeve and made my way to the small secluded statue that no one paid attention to. 

It was a replica of a gravestone found in Germany in the 1850’s. It was of a butterfly and a snake. The snake was devouring its own tail, while the butterfly was in the center. The butterfly reminded me of my own drawings from when I was a little girl. I lightly traced the henna tattoo and I let my mind wander back to my dream. I haven’t had any dreams lately, to my disappointment.

Don’t cry too much

I wonder what Cassandra meant by that. I shrugged, I had been a tad bit more sensitive lately but I figured my cycle was due. I look back at the statue one more time and this time I focus on the snake devouring its own tail.

“I’m jealous,” Jungkook said with a sigh. “Your Mark is so cool! The snake looks so real!”

“I like yours Jungkook,” another voice said. “It suits you, you are like a hawk: quick and agile.”

“But I like Y/N’s the best,” the voice continued. And I felt a warm pressure on my hand. Almost as if someone had squeezed my hand. “Monarch butterflies are really pretty.”

When I looked up at the voice, the sun was too bright for me to make out the person. I looked back down squinting from the sting of the sun. 

“You’re home now Noona,” Jungkook said with a teasing tone. I felt my eyes water slightly. “Don’t cry Noona I was only joking!”

“Jungkook,” the voice said sternly and I was quickly enveloped in a hug. “You didn’t have to come, I could have walked her by myself.”

“I was only joking Jiminie!” Jungkook whined. “I’m sorry Y/N!”

“Jimin,” I said wrapping my arms around him. Not really wanting to let go. 

“Yes?”

“Jimin,” I repeated once more, hugging him even tighter. 

“Are you okay?”

And I was startled, almost as if I had fallen asleep. 

“I’m sorry,” a familiar voice said, as big hands steadied me. “I was talking to you earlier but you seemed lost in thought, Y/N are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, regaining my surroundings. “I must have dozed off in a daydream. Wait..”

“Minho?” I asked once I recognized the man in front of me. And I was right. Minho was in front of me and he chuckled at my expression. 

“You really were dozing off,” he chuckled once more. “As I was saying, you never gave me a call...I was wond-”

“Y/N?” Namjoon sighed in relief, he was panting and his glasses were askew. “Where have you been? Jimin and I have looked all over the place-wait I need to call him before-”

“Ladies and gentlemen sorry for the announcement but we have a missing child: her name is Y/N L/N. She is wearing a black V neck shirt with a jean skirt. She has long black hair-”

Before I could hear the rest I covered my ears in horror, while Namjoon scrambled through his pockets. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life. Not even my mother would have dared-

“Jimin!” Namjoon said into his phone. The rest of the conversation was in Korean and Minho chucked a bit. 

“Wow,” He said as we both heard a pair of running footsteps. Before I knew it, I was wrapped in familiar arms and Jimin’s chest was constricting with exertion against my cheek. 

“Jimin,” I said as best as I could. “I’m-”

And he spins me around inspecting me and then his hands are on my cheeks.

“Why did you go off by yourself?” He said his eyebrows scrunched in worry. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“Aren’t you twenty four, Y/N?” Minho said in amusement. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment. Jimin’s eyes hardened, and he took my hand in his and took a step in front of me, almost blocking me from Minho’s view. “Didn’t know you were a child, almost foo-”

“I’m sorry but who are you?” Namjoon said before Jimin could. He was now fixing his glasses and straightening his coat. He had his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“He’s an acquaintance of mine,” I said side stepping around Jimin, who tried pulling me back behind him. “It’s okay, his name is Minho Lee.”

“Nice to meet you,” Minho said bowing. “You guys are Korean as well right? I’ll speak comfortably if that’s okay?”

“Aren’t you already speaking comfortably?” Jimin said, his tone brazen, causing Minho’s smile to falter and his gaze darted to our clasped hands. I felt my face turn even more red and I tried to tug my hand but Jimin only squeezed more. “Keep still.” He whispered. 

“How do you guys know each other?” Minho asked, his eyes held a hint of amusement. 

“I’m actually their host-”

“We’re friends,” Jimin answered. “Since we were children.”

“But we’re actually staying where she works,” Namjoon clarifies. “An Airbnb.”

“Did you quit your job at the hotel Y/N?” Minho asked. “Did you quit the same day you saw me there?”

My eyes widened at that, and Jimin quickly glanced at me with a question in his eyes. I had forgotten to mention that I worked at a hotel as a part time outside of the summer.

“It’s a long story,” I sighed, pushing my hair back with my free hand.“I’ll give you a call soon to plan a meeting with you Professor Lee.”

“But-”

“You’re a professor?” Namjoon said with a surprised tone. “You seem young..”

“Ah,” Minho laughs. “Yes, I just started lectures at Y/N’s university. We’re both from the Anthropology department.”

That piqued Namjoon’s interest and before me and Jimin could even stop him, Namjoon’s curiosity got the best of him.

“What do you specify in?” Namjoon asked with his head inclined. Jimin quietly sighed and he wasn’t alone there, I was always open to hearing Namjoon rant and answer questions but I didn’t really have patience for it right now.

“Origins of the Nethanderals,” Minho replies. Almost immediately Jimin and Namjoon stiffened. I hummed in confusion and Jimin shook his head. His phone vibrated and he quickly whispered in Namjoon’s ear. Namjoon nodded as well.

“Well,” Namjoon says, extending his hand to Minho. “I would love to hear all about it sometime Professor Lee but we really must get going, the rest of our group is looking for us.”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Minho says smiling as he shakes Namjoon’s hand. “Do you perhaps have a moment Y/N?”

“She actually can’t,” Jimin replies before I even open my mouth. “She brought us here, and she’s showing us around so-”

“It will only be a minute,” I said with a hint of annoyance. Before Jimin could protest, I managed to pull my hand free. I lead Minho towards a secluded section, missing the way he shrugged at Jimin, who took a step in his direction but was held back by Namjoon.

“Okay,” I sighed. “When are you free so we can chat?”

“Your friend is funny.” Minho said with a hint of mischief.

“I’m not here to talk about Jimin,” I said rolling my eyes. “So if you have nothing to say I can go?”

“Wait!” Minho says attempting to grasp my arm but I crossed my arms. I was honestly annoyed with these guys trying to manhandle me. “I was just joking. I’m free whenever after the morning.”

“Well I’m having a barbecue tonight if you want to come?”

“Will that be alright with your guests?”

“It should be,” I shrugged. “You can talk to me about your research then.”

“Do they know about your?” He asked, gesturing to my arm. 

“No,” I sighed with frustration, only Jungkook knew. “How about after, the barbecue shouldn’t take too long?”

“That’s fine.” He said, sounding a bit pleased. “It’s a date.” He said that last part a bit loud and I turned around to glare at him. 

“Or not.” He shrugged. “It’s not a date.”

“I’ll meet you at the hotel around 8.”

“Bye!”

And I walked back to Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was reading the facts on the statue of the snake and butterfly, while Jimin was staring at me intensely. 

“Jimin,” I sighed was I was in his proximity. “I’m not a child anymore, you didn’t have to make an announcement.”

“Oh excuse me,” Jimin said with an brazen tone once more, causing my eyebrow to arch. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your reunion.”

“Jimin, I-”

“Never mind,” Jimin sighs. “Hobi hyung wants to have lunch.” 

And he left me and Namjoon standing there. Me more in shock and Namjoon scratching his head. I look at Namjoon for an explanation.

“We were worried, Y/N,” He says sighing. “With what’s been going on lately how could we not?”

“I understand that,” I sighed in defeat. “But he seems upset for another reason.”

“Well that guy was a bit weird,” Namjoon mutters. “He didn’t know how to take a hint.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says smiling. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

                                    Namjoon

*

“What the hell happened?” Jungkook whispered to me as Jin was showing me all the pictures he took. I sighed as I looked at what he was talking about. Jimin and Y/N were both sitting next to each other but facing the opposite direction, not even acknowledging one another. But it was funny how the maknae line still managed to get them to sit next to one another. 

“He sort of asked the museum to make a missing child announcement.” I whispered back, causing Jimin to roll his eyes. “It was embarrassing.”

“What?” Taehyung and Jungkook both said. 

“Why didn’t he just call her?” Jungkook whispered. 

“Not all of us have her number,” I reminded Jungkook.

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung said, pulling out his phone. “We have a group chat.” 

He was right. The group chat was on kakaotalk and already there were several messages.

*

“Taehyung,” Y/N said with a confused expression. “What’s this app, it’s all in Hangul? Wait, my whole phone is in Hangul?”

“Oh!” Taehyung laughed. “Sorry I still have trouble with English! I’ll fix it for you!”

Taehyung reaches for her phone but Jimin quickly grabs it. 

“Hey!” Y/N whined, but Jimin just gives her a pointed look and she blushes. “Oh thanks..”

“You forgot to add me to the chat Taehyung…” Jimin muttered in annoyance. “But he added you Namjoon…”

“Really?” I said surprised. “I actually haven’t heard anything..oh it’s on silent.”

I did a derp face while everyone but Jimin laughed. He rolled his eyes and handed Y/N’s phone back. After lunch, we went to other museums and this time we made sure to stay together, which pretty much meant we went through everything fairly quickly, to my disappointment. There was one garden or a greenhouse that we all did not want to leave though.

“Y/N!” Hobi exclaimed with excitement. “You’re gonna love this place, me and Yoongi loved it!”

                                         Jimin

Hopi started to lead Y/N to this greenhouse that seemed to be packed with people. I felt myself get a bit nervous by the crowd so I decided to keep a close watch on her. Once we had entered, Hobi had covered Y/N’s eyes, who pouted and I opened my mouth but Yoongi hyung shushed me. 

“Wow…” Y/N said once Hobi let go. And wow was right. What must have been a trillion monarch butterflies flew just about everywhere. Some landing on people’s faces, shoulders and hands. The others had walked further in, leaving me and Y/N to stare in awe. I cupped my hands and sure enough a butterfly landed on my hands. She squeals in joy and does the same, but a butterfly lands on her Mark. Her sword Mark was bleak compared to the butterfly. I couldn’t help but wonder, how her Mark looked. Did it look like mine? Was it cracked and broken as well? Did she have it removed and got a tattoo of a sword. I wasn’t quite sure. I look back at her face and her smile was gone and her eyes shined with unshed tears. She stared at the butterfly that had yet to fly away. 

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Jimin,” Y/N said. “I remember.”

“Remember what?” I asked. My whole body was on alert and I could feel my blood ringing in my ears. She looks up at me and a tear fell, I go to wipe it but she catches my hand.

“I remember you,” She says and I felt my heart drop. 

Shouldn’t I be happy?

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#jimin #bts #bangtan boys #park jimin #jimin x reader #reader insert #soulmate au #bts soulmate au #soulmate!au #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #my work #hoseok x yoongi #jungkook

[smoshwrites]

Can you do a Shayne or Damien x soulmate!reader where they are the younger sister of how ever you don't pick to write about and its just like kinda angsty because the other one gets upset or whatever but all together a happy ending. Please.

soulmate au - shayne topp

a/n: i’ve never read let alone written a soulmate au so i’m very sorry if this is off / not good.

pairing: soulmate!shayne x reader and sibling!damien x reader

warnings: a pinch of angst, mostly fluff!

the same five words had been etched into your left wrist for as long as you can remember - “my eyes up here, dummy.” the fact that this was the phrase said to you as you fell in love was baffling and borderline embarrassing. who knows what context it was in and who was going to say it. you had tried dating but to no avail, and at this rate you had began to believe this was all a hoax. ‘but what about mom and dad? they found each other!’ your brother, damien, would always try to restore hope in you, but you couldn’t help but worry you would never find your soulmate. you eventually came to ignore the phrase - push it as far back into your mind as you can.

damien was off with shayne again, and now that damien had joined the boy at smosh they were hanging out ten times more often. you were currently crashing at damien’s place while you were in search of a job, so you really couldn’t escape the boys and their madness. their sleepovers and constant late night smash bros tournaments never failed to keep you up. shayne has crashed on your couch so many times it was like it was his permanent bed.

you had gotten up early to get ready for a job interview, and as you found your way to the kitchen you saw shayne laying on the couch. you tried not to disturb the boy, but your morning tea making process wasn’t the quietest. you heard a mumble from the couch and see a shirtless shayne peek into the kitchen.

“turn off the lights, dummy.” he sleepily mumbles to you.

“well, maybe if you and damien went to bed before four in the morning you wouldn’t be so salty, grump.” you sarcastically snap back at him, looking up to see him raise a brow and turn away, probably to crash back on the couch. as you close the door, you had gotten to thinking ‘that was the first conversation you have had with shayne’ , you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

you pulled damien’s apartment door closed and sighed, that interview did not go as planned. you took your hair out of the updo it was in and stressfully ran your hand through it. you saw a note on the kitchen bar that said ‘out to film, we’ll be back by 7 with dinner -dames.’ you sighed and walked into damien’s guest room to change into something more comfortable, maybe that would help your mood. you did find yourself in a better mood after about 3 hours of binging She-Ra with zelda sprawled out on your lap as you sat in the couch.

you heard keys rattling and the front door swing open, signaling damien was finally home with that food he promised.

“we got... DOMINOS!!” he yells from the entryway, causing both of the cats to hop off of your lap.

“damien we were having lady time!!” you say to him as his pets get up to greet him.

“it’s about time you get up, hey how was the interview?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

“the interviewer was a total asshole, even if i get the job i’m not gonna want to work with someone like that.” you respond, grabbing a few pizza slices and slipping into your temporary bedroom. “i’ll continue my binge in here!!” you say as you close the door.

“we’re playing some smash, we’ll keep it down!!” damien responds.

“mmhm, ‘well keep it down’ yeah right.” you mumble to yourself as you set up your binging corner on your bed.

the entirety of She-Ra and a half a pizza later, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. it was 3:42 in the morning and you’ve been laying in silence for too long, you grunt and roll over before slipping your legs out of your sheets and onto the floor. ‘maybe a glass of water will help’

you quiety shuffle into the kitchen with the help from your phone flashlight and begin to fill a cup with water.

“you also can’t sleep?” you hear a voice come from the entry to the kitchen and whip your head around to see shayne. he looked really good in the dim glow of the flash.

“yeah - today just felt off.” you said, trying to avoid eye contact. “do you need to-“ you stop when you look at the shirt he had on, your shirt.

“my eyes are up here, dummy.” he calmly says, and everything seems to go in slow motion.

“i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” you said, still in a trancelike state.

“oh, damien gave me it to wear, um, you can take it if you want.” shayne mumbles, seeming flustered.

“no no, it’s ok. i should try and get some sleep anyways.” the words barely come out in a whisper. you push past shayne and into the guess bedroom where you throw yourself on the bed.

shayne. he’s the one. he’s been dangling right in front of your face this entire time and you haven’t seen it. those five words plague your mind as you fall asleep.

when you woke up that morning, damien and shayne has already left for the office. you had no idea to handle this situation, how to tell shayne that the words he had jokingly said the night prior were embroidered into your skin.

it had been about two weeks since you had found out shayne was your soulmate. you had told no one, not damien and definitely not shayne. in fact, he had rarely been with damien, and he hadn’t spent the night at your brothers apartment since that night. damien had today off, so he was sleeping in, and you had decided today is the day you were going to tell him. it was around 11 am, and you were standing at damien’s office door waiting to knock. you were about ready to turn around when you decide to just open the door.

“damien, i have something to tell you.” you say and he spins his chair in your direction.

“yeah totally, what’s up?” he responds, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“the other day shayne and i were talking and it was really late at night and we were taking...”

“y/n your mumbling.” he softly says

“ok i’m going to cut to the chase but you can’t be mad, i think shayne is my soulmate.” all damien does is stare at you, “please say something damien.” you whisper.

“did he say it?” you nod at damien’s question. he stands up and places his head in his hands. “is that why he’s been avoiding me?”

“damien..”

“y/n we’ve barely talked in the last week!! this is the longest we’ve been apart in months!!” damien nearly yells.

“damien i haven’t talked to him about it yet!” you match his tone.

“then go and talk to him, huh?” he says.

“try and get me my best friend back!!” damien storms out of the office and shortly after he slams the apartment door, leaving you to stand in your thoughts. your vision becomes cloudy as you leave the office and grab your car keys. you know damien had texted you shaynes address at one point, all you needed to do was scroll through your messages to find it. one you found the message you loaded into your car and started your short commute.

shaynes apartment was in an odd area, but you found it. you softly knock on the door and wait a few moment before shayne opened the door.

“y/n? woah, are you ok? it looks like you’ve been crying.”

“shayne can we talk?” shayne nods and opens the door for you, letting you into his small apartment. you stood for a few minutes in his livingroom trying to collect your thoughts. “my eyes up here, dummy.” you eventually whisper.

“what?” shayne whispers from behind you.

“that’s what you said to me two wednesday’s ago.” you say, “shayne that line has been on my arm for as long as i remember.”

it takes shayne a second to respond, “i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” he says. you turn around to face him, “that’s what you responded with.” he says and pulls up his sweatshirt sleeve to reveal those exact words in black ink. you look up and into his icy blue eyes. you couldn’t form any words, all you could do was hug him.

“i can’t believe it’s you.” you mumble into his neck and you feel your eyes start to water once again.

“i’m so glad i finally found you.” he mutters into your skin, placing a kiss on your cheek.

once you pull apart from the hug, you pull out your phone. “i need to text damien, he wasn’t very happy when i told him.” you sigh loudly and shayne nods,

“yeah of course, do you want to sit down?” he asks and you nod as you form a text message to send to your brother. you simply told him to meet you at shaynes house, and about 8 minutes later there was a knock at shaynes door. he gets up from your side to open the door and damien looks in.

“y/n?” you turn your head to look at damien, you watch as he lets himself in and steals the spot shayne was previously seated in. “i’m really sorry about snapping this morning, i just, you guys have both seemed so distant recently and it’s made me realize how much i need you.” you look at damien and give him a big hug.

“apology accepted.” you say and he gets up to hug shayne.

“hey man, take her to dinner first, ok?” dames asks his best friend and they both let out a laugh.

“you got it.” shayne respond and you stand up and bring shayne into a side hug.

“also no gross-soulmate-couple-y shit while we hang out, i’m not about to third wheel with my little sister and best friend.” damien says and gives you two a look that makes you giggle.

“ok old man, now scram! i want to kiss this guy.” you say as you pat shaynes chest.

“who said we have to wait?” shayne asks and pulls you into a kiss. you hear damien fake gag as he closes shaynes apartment door. “how about we postmate taco bell and watch shitty adam sandler movies?” shayne asks, and you smile.

“sounds like a perfect first date to me” the two of you giggle, all of the pieces finally felt like they were connecting.

#shayne topp x reader #smosh imagine #shayne topp imagine #smosh #soulmate au #smosh fluff #smosh angst

[bapyess1r]

Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: cursing, violence

Pairings: Sam x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch

CHAPTER 14

Sunny’s POV

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!!’ I thought as I hopped on the back of the stolen motorcycle. After we fought a small army at the tower, a ridiculous amount of more men followed suit. We managed to steal a motorbike from one of the mercenaries and had been getting chased down for the past five minutes. Shots fired in our direction as I wrapped my arms around Sam’s waist, gripping his belt buckle so I wouldn’t fall off as he sped through the dried up valleys, red dirt kicking up at the spin of the wheels. I turned to look behind us and my heart jolted. Trailing behind us was a fleet of mercenaries in 4x4s and trucks, two people per bike. All of them were shooting at us and I groaned as I pulled my gun from my leg holster and began to shoot aimlessly. I was bound to hit somebody. “Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed as he weaved his way through the bikes and cars that began to surround us.

When we got too close to another bike, I would kick them over as hard as I could, our bike wobbling a little from the force; topping it off with a headshot to the driver, they’d flip or topple over, being left far behind by the chase. I could feel Sam’s muscles tensing under my touch as we managed to avoid being hit so far. The wind pushed against us as we sweat beneath the setting sun.

“On your right!” He called out. With quick reflexes as another bike approached, I pulled a rifle from the gunner’s arms but he just wouldn’t let go. Sam grabbed onto my thigh, gripping tightly every time I leaned too far to make sure I didn’t fall off of the bike as we fought. He tugged on the gun just a little too hard, making us tilt dangerously close to the burning hot dirt.

“Careful, Sunny!” He shouted above the noise, trying his best to keep control of the bike. When the man wouldn’t let go, I elbowed him in the nose hard, loosening his grip and turned it on him to shoot his partner in the foot. He lost control of the bike it flipped, crashing into a nearby boulder and exploding into flames. My eyes started tearing up as the dust filled the air around us. I pressed my forehead into his back to give myself a quick break. “Just keep shootin’, sweetheart!” I heard Sam shout above the gunfire. I tried my best to shoot as sharply as possible with airborne sand in my eyes. I shot until the clips in both of my guns were emptied, tossing them to the side as they were now rendered useless. I ran my hand down Sam’s back and pulled his pistol out, murmuring in his ear.

“Mind if I borrow this, sugar?!” I asked him in a sultry tone. He just chuckled and looked back at me a moment, his mouth hanging ajar.

“Do what you gotta do, baby!” He responded with a cheeky smile. I realized with my ammo going so quickly that I had to start being a bit more strategic now. I began shooting out the wheels of bikes and 4x4s until they flipped or dragged in the ground. I smirked, hearing multiple complaints from the enemy before their deaths. That’s when a behemoth of a black armored truck came plowing through the chaotic mass of vehicles. It was all fun and games until then. I exclaimed a slew of profanities as I turned back around on the bike. “What happened?!” He shouted.

“Floor it, Sam!” I shouted with haste. He turned his head a moment to look behind him and shouted.

“Shit!” He exclaimed before pushing the bike as fast as it could go.

“How do we stop it?!” I asked him, looking back at the truck as it’s massive bullets cut through the air. He reached into the basket on the side of the bike and pulled out a machine pistol.

“I snagged one of these before we left the tower! Should be full! You got three extra clips, Sunny! Make ‘em count!” He shouted. I groaned. My arms were beginning to get a little tired from holding so much heavy artillery. “You got this, sweetheart!” I heard him say to me as I checked my clip. A small smile appeared on my lips as he spoke. The clip was indeed full and I was now ready to continue slaying our competitors. I turned around to aim at the grill of the truck, firing repeatedly until smoke emitted through the bars. Sparks flew up a bit and the engine was starting to sputter. I reached for another clip and reloaded as Sam continued to navigate us through the chaos. I emptied another clip suddenly noticing there were more men than I thought. More would be coming even after this truck was gone and I began to let the gears in my head turn. I needed to think of something fast.

“Hold on tight!” He said before revving up again and speeding over a ramp. I wrapped my arms tighter around him as I noticed the amount of air time we got. I screamed when the bike landed; he took a hard left and drove along the cliffs. I looked back as 4x4s began to gain on us. Then a light bulb went off in my brain.

“Sammy, I got an idea! But it’s kinda crazy!” I yelled.

“Lucky for you, I’m a big fan of crazy ideas! Whaddya got?!” He asked as we ducked our heads to dodge bullets.

“Slow down a tick. I’m gonna try to steal a car!” I ordered. He smirked and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am!” He said as he eased up on the clutch.

“Keep it steady!” I shouted before gripping onto his shoulders and attempting to stand on the back of the seat. Once I caught my balance, I aimed for the gunner in the passenger seat of the 4x4 behind us. As soon as he went down I leaped onto the hood of the car. The driver tried swerving the vehicle a little to throw me off but he wasn’t getting rid of me that easily. I pulled myself up enough to grab the top of the windshield and hopped over and into the passenger side. The driver’s jaw cracked under my foot with a strong kick and pushed him over the side of the door, immediately grabbing the steering wheel and steadying the vehicle, never losing speed. ‘I can’t believe that just worked!’ I smiled to myself as a ramp came up, descending me onto the valley’s path behind the armored truck. I could hear Sam cheering in the background as I continued to execute my plan. I rammed the 4x4 into several bikes, making them crush beneath the massive wheels. Smirking, I threw my arm into the backseat to pat down the leftover mercenary for weapons, only to find an open case of what felt like grenades. I smiled to myself as I picked out four and sat them in the driver’s seat. I looked up to see Sam still riding cliffs above me and shouted over the gunfire.

“Sam! Can you get in front of the truck?!” I ask as he takes a ramp down onto the path, now riding next to me.

“I can try!” He replied. I picked up one of the grenades and tossed it to him.

“Throw it in the grill!” I ordered. Without further instruction, he sped up ahead of the truck, tossing the grenade and watching it wedge between the bars. He drew back a bit to continue riding beside me and the front end of the vehicle bounced up and slowed down at the explosion. I watched as hunks of metal began to drag around in the dirt, the machinery creaking and moaning so loudly told me it was on its last legs. I tossed two more grenades into the back of the truck and one on the turret before shouting out. “SPLIT!” With that, Sam drove left and I drove right as two explosions went off on the truck, finally causing it to flip. I grinned widely, laughing as I hit the steering wheel. Adrenaline surged through my every being as I looked behind me to see the heap of junk now burning in the middle of the valley.

“HELL YEAH, SUNNY!” Sam exclaimed as more Shoreline vehicles came into view. We were passing through the outskirts of the city and I was beginning to panic now; I was running out of ammo quickly and Shoreline’s fleet was only growing by the minute. Luckily, there was a bit of distance between us and them. This was our chance to escape. I closed in the gap between Sam and I’s vehicles and opened the passenger car door.

“Jump in, we gotta get outta here!” I shouted but he leaned into the bike with his body and closed the door back. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. I shot him a look full of warning. “Sam!”

“I have to find Nathan!” He shouted. ‘Unbelievable!!!’ I thought as several annoyed expressions played out on my face.

“So then we’ll go together!” I reasoned with him.

“You’re not going!” He told me. He was doing it again. That stupid protective bullshit. ‘Oh no ya don’t…’ I thought angrily.

“Sam-” I deepened my voice as I warned him but he cut me off.

“Get to the hotel! Wait for us there!”

“STOP BEING STUPID AND GET IN THE GODDAMN CAR!!” I exclaimed, slamming my hands on the steering wheel, absolutely over his martyrdom.

“SUNNY FOR ONCE JUST DO AS I TELL YOU!” He snapped back, the both of us splitting up for a moment as a grenade was thrown between us. When it exploded behind us we came together again. This was too much. This was more than just a few boots on the ground.

“Sam-”

“I’ll be fine, Sunny! Once I find my brother, we’ll be outta here!” He said to me. I looked at him with glassy worried eyes, my lips pursed together in anger with a slight snarl. His face softened into something delicate as he looked at me. “I’ll be right behind you, ‘kay sweetheart? Rain check, remember?” He grinned. My heart fluttered with concern for a moment before I groaned and reached behind me to pat down the dead body once again. My hands found another handgun. I tossed it to him.

“You don’t get to die, asshole!” I told him as he tucked the pistol away. He slowed his bike down and rounded my 4x4 until he was on the driver’s side. He leaned in real close and placed a kiss on my cheek. Suddenly, a barrage of bullets flew by us. We ducked our heads as the fleet drew near.

“Take that ramp up there! It’ll get you off road! Be careful, sweetheart!” He said speeding off.

“I MEAN IT, SAMUEL DRAKE! DON’T DIE!” I shouted before taking an off road path just as he said. A bike or two followed me but I easily shot them down. With that, I was on my own, the rural area slowly turning into a neighborhood that led to the city.

I was anxious beyond all belief. It was getting dark and I was chain smoking like it was nobody’s business. I hadn’t heard a word from either boys or Sully. My hands shook as I sat on the curb in front of the dilapidated motel. Every now and then a person would walk by and I’d flash them a brief but kind smile. My knee bounced avidly as I leaned my back against the metal gate to stare at the stars. I was suddenly understanding Sully's dislike for the whole “no news is good news” thing. That’s when I heard the rumble of a tired engine pull into the nearby alley. I stood eagerly with wide eyes to see Sully’s exhausted expression as he climbed out of the 4x4 riddled with bullet holes, sweat pouring down the front of his tasteful wine colored shirt. I ran across the street and threw myself into his arms, tearing up just a little bit. “Hey there, kid.” He groaned as his arms tightened around me. He was probably a bit sore from the day but I didn’t care.

“You’re okay.” I told myself out loud as my hands caressed his aged face and stared into those pleasant blue eyes of his. I fixed his silver hair as a few strands were out of place from his part. He just chuckled, patting my hands with his own as he towered above me.

“I’m fine, Sunny.” He said calmly.

“Where are the boys?” I asked. “Any word from them?”

“They should be right behind me. Last I saw Nathan, he was hanging by a rope off a bridge, goin’ after Sam.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes as he told me this.

“Of course he was.” I sighed. “Last I saw Sam, he was on a bike with an army on his ass, goin’ after Nathan.”

Sully chuckled as he pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

“How in the hell did you get outta that?” He asked me with a smirk.

“Not by choice.” I grumbled, the soreness in my arm reminding me that I hadn’t stopped moving since I opened my eyes this morning as I lifted my cigarette to my lips. “Sam sent me away.” The words left my lips like a profane curse. I was absolutely going to let him have it when he got back.

Sully and I waited patiently for what seemed like forever when I heard the zip of a motorcycle nearby. Coming around the corner with Nathan planted on the back was Sam. Both of them were covered in more mud than they already were. The bike came to a halt and the boys hopped off and jogged over to us with massive smiles on their faces. Sam looked over the area for a moment to make sure they weren’t followed and his heavy shoulders dropped in relief. “Alright, I think the coast is clear.” He said, coming back to the group. I hugged Nathan’s neck tightly and he just chuckled.

“Good to see you two made it out okay.” Sully said, patting Sam on the shoulder.

“You’re okay, thank God.” He mumbled to me. I took a deep breath before releasing him and Sam opened his arms expecting a hug as well. I raised a brow at him dubiously. All of the thoughts and feelings I had were boiling in me as my fingers curled into a fist.

“See! Back in one piece. I didn’t- Ahooow...shit!” he exclaimed, coughing. My fist drove straight into his diaphragm before I could even stop myself. He gave me a face, asking a silent question as he doubled over in pain.

“You know what you did.” I said briefly before turning my attention to the other two gentlemen. “So! I’m going to assume that you two had much better luck than we did.”

“We might’ve found a little something…” Nathan smirked, pulling out his journal. Tucked between the pages were a few folded papers with what looked like tracings of a map. The four of us grouped together, looking at it intently as Nathan read off a few Latin words surrounding what I was guessing was where the treasure was. “Pro Deus quod licentia.”

“And that means….” I didn’t speak a lick of Latin but with the way this trip was going, it was encouraging me to learn more and more. Sam chuckled a moment as he thought to himself before speaking.

“‘For God and Liberty.’ It’s their damn motto. All those ‘paradise’ references.” He said, still rubbing his tummy. “I can’t believe we missed it…”

“Well I’m missin’ all of it. Y’all wanna fill in the rest of the class?” I asked with a slight attitude. A satisfied grin twitched onto his lips as he put my face in his hands.

“Sweetheart…. We found Libertalia.” He announced to Sully and I. I could see the wonder and excitement decorate his roughed up face as he smiled. This was huge for him and I could feel it in the way he looked at me. Sully gave him a look just as confused as mine.

“I’m sorry… Liba-what-ia?” Sully asked. I chuckled as Sam threw a lazy arm across my shoulders.

“Libertalia. It looks like Avery founded the legendary pirate colony.” Nathan said, scribbling in his journal as we headed for his hotel room.

“T-That’s an understatement!” Sam said to Sully and I as we walked. “It was more like a pirate utopia.” He was rather passionate about his pirates. It was adorable.

“Okay, so what about the treasure?” Sully asked. Sam stopped in his tracks and released me from his arm, talking excitedly and enthusiastically with his hands.

“So the story goes like this…,” he began and I crossed my arms to shield myself from the light breeze that cooled my sweat as I listened intently. “This place was like a safe haven for hundreds- maybe even thousands of pirates, okay. They shared everything; properties, resources-”

“Money?” Sully questioned. Sam gave a very nerdy smile.

“Exactly. And they kept it all in one common treasury building.” He explained. I blew out a puff of air and nodded with a raised brow.

“Sounds messy.” I commented. I knew for a fact that they had all turned on each other the moment they got it all together.

“Why do you say that?” Sam asked me, seeming genuinely interested in my opinion. I took a moment to pick my words and could only come up with one.

“Betrayal.” I said simply. He nodded with an impressed expression.

“You could be right.” He said with a smirk.

“So. Where is this… commie pirate sanctuary?” Sully asked crudely and I snorted at his use of words. Just as he asked, Nathan had turned to face us with a map in hand. He already worked everything out.

“Right here. On that island. Just northeast of King’s Bay.” He said pointing to the circled location. I could feel the optimism rising in the air.

“Thank. Fuck.” I sighed with a smile, tossing my cigarette in no general direction.

“But Rafe has a copy of this-” Sully began and the optimism that affected me began to dissipate.

“I’m sorry- what?!” I exclaimed, my nostrils flaring.

“We had a bit of a snag… he hacked our phones when I was sending a few things to Sam.” Nathan turned to tell me, walking backwards. I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. We just couldn’t get ahead of this guy. Sam just rested his large hands on my hips and stroked them with his thumbs as if to calm me. “But! By the time Rafe figures it all out, we will already be on our way to Libertalia!” He said sticking his hotel keys in the lock and turning it to let us in. “And then that treasure is good as ours- ssshit...” His voice trailed off as we entered the room. I looked past Nathan and Sully’s frozen tall statues to see a short blonde figure standing at the desk with her back turned to us. I could tell who it was by the way her hair was tied up in a messy knot. And that shirt…. I knew that shirt… I bought her that shirt… ‘Daaamn, Nate…’ I thought as I wiggled from Sam’s grip and stood near Sully. Sam seemed confused by who we were all seeing. He hadn’t met her. And I’m sure it sucked for him to meet her like this. My heart dropped for Nathan.

“How’s that Malaysia job goin’, Nate?” She asked calmly. I could hear the sourness in her voice, never turning to look at us; examining the desk of maps and the small one in her hands. “Seems like you and your team are just a hair off course.” The air thickened when she turned to face us. To face him. I ached for her. The look on her face was a mix of anger, sadness, and duplicity. The hurt that clouded her shiny brown eyes made me really feel it. I took a sharp breath as Sam scurried off into a corner, hoping to go unnoticed. Sully just took a seat and took it like a man.

“Elena, it’s… it’s not what it looks like…” Nathan began. I could see he was at a loss for words.

“Really?” The softness in her voice was chilling. She was trying her best to stay strong and not fall apart in front of us all. She sat the map down and turned to face us with a stone expression. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re searching for Henry Avery’s buried treasure…” I could feel it getting worse for Nate as she listed off what she knew in her short time of being here. She walked over to his bed where artillery we had collected over the course of a few days sat in a pile. She lifted a rifle and gave it a once over. “And given the Shoreline soldiers that are all over town… I’m betting you’re not the only ones looking for it.” She set the gun down as Nathan gave a nervous chuckle.

“Well… I guess that’s kinda what it looks like.” He joked. ‘Now is not the time, Natey…’ I thought, kicking him in the back of the leg. I huffed as I watched the drama unfold before me. “But… I can explain. Look, this is gonna sound crazy-”

“Try me.” Elena fired back, her eyebrows knitted together as she crossed her arms. ‘Oof…’ I thought, leaning against the wall near Sully. Nathan stared at her apprehensively, trying to find the right way to start. He stepped aside and gave a soft gesture to his sibling.

“Well, for starters… This is Sam…. Sam Drake. My brother.” He said. Sam was fidgeting uncomfortably with his cuticles before giving her a small mousy wave.

“Hi…” he greeted, shyly. Elena looked at him a moment. Then her gaze turned to Sully and I. When she looked at me, I felt my heart beating hard against my sinking chest and my lip poke out a tad. I felt partially guilty about leaving her in the dark; I could’ve called her myself... There was absolutely nothing I could say to right that wrong.

“I’m sorry.” Sully said, firmly. There was no excuse for not bringing her into this at all. Not one. She backed up from us all, inching her way to the door to leave but Nathan tried his best to talk to her.

“I-I thought he died in a Panamanian jail years ago-” he started.

“Nate-”

“But I was obviously very wrong...” Nathan was really trying. I mean really trying. But I could tell that right now in this moment, it was just too fresh and everything was beginning to sound like one gargantuas lie.

“Nathan…” I said, softly, chewing my lip as I walked to place a hand on his shoulder to stop him from talking but he kept on explaining our situation. Elena nodded her head, closing her eyes from the gravity of our little mission. It was all just too much, too soon.

“Okay, just stop…” Her voice was beginning to shake. “....was there ever a Malaysia job?” She asked him, her voice breaking a little. I was so hoping Nathan would answer her but he just gave a strained chuckle. He was in deep shit now. Elena took that answer as a no and began to play with her wedding band, twisting it thoughtfully as her face contorted into something hurtful. “Okay…” she whispered before storming off. As I looked at Sam’s face he seemed to display a guilty expression. He was the reason we were all here and it was costing his brother a lot.

I watched Nathan run after her pleading her to understand but she wasn’t having it. “I don’t get you!” She snapped.

“Elena, I wanted to tell you-” Nathan’s voice began to raise a few octaves as he spoke, growing frustrated.

“Nathan, enough-”

“But how could I?!” Nathan shouted.

“I don’t know- just say it?!” Elena replied. I could tell she was tired of this overprotective bullshit. It seemed to be a trait that ran in the Drake family. Nathan grew quiet for a moment before answering.

“But I…. I had to protect you.” He said gently, thinking that what he was doing was for the best.

“That is bullshit, Nate. You just didn’t have the nerve to face me. Again.” She growled, standing her ground.

“How can I when you react like this?!” Nathan argued. I made an O with my mouth. He just went there...

“How would you react?” She asked him.

I listened to them argue as I sat on the bed, my fingers clasped together, elbows planted into my knees as I stared intensely at the dirty carpet. When Elena finally left, I gave an audible sigh and ran my fingers through my hair, shaking my head. I’d never heard them talk like this to each other before. It was saddening. “I got a plane to catch. You do what you have to do…” I remembered what she said to him. Her words were genuine but harsh in tone. Nathan just frowned and walked to the desk to go over the maps. Sully’s face dropped as he approached him, gesturing to the door Elena just walked out of.

“Hey… what the hell is wrong with you?! Go after her!” He shouted. I’d never heard Sully snap before either. It was all depressing really.

“We’re not done here.” Nathan replied in a monotonous voice.

“Well, maybe we should be.” Sully said, boldly.

“What are you saying?” Nathan hissed.

“I’m saying maybe there’s another way to save Sam-”

“Such as?”

“We give him a new identity- put him into hiding!” Sully said, waving around the papers to Libertalia. I huffed, shaking my head. Even I thought that was a bit much.

“He’s been in prison for fifteen years, Sully- he’s not going into hiding!” Nathan snapped back. But Sully was a reasonable man. He could damn near come up with a solution for everything.

“Ok then. How about you go after your wife and Sunny, Sam, and I will head off for Libertalia.” He suggested, gesturing to the three of us.

“Without me? You’ll get yourselves killed…” Nathan mumbled. I raised a brow with a slight snarl.

“Wow, Nate. Tell us how you really feel.” I said looking at him incredulously.

“Sunny, I didn’t mean-”

“Kid, I’ve been doin’ this for a helluva long time. Okay? I think I might be able to handle-”

“You wanna be helpful, Sullivan?” Nathan interrupted, calling out his full government. I knew he was upset for real now. He pointed at the door and tuned up his face. “Why don’t you go look out for her?” He rested his hands on the back of the chair by the desk, tapping his fingers anxiously before picking up a map and studying it. Sully looked down solemnly at the papers in his hands and set them down on the corner of the desk with a nod.

“Whatever you say, kid…” he murmured before walking away. My eyes teared up a little and I stood to look at him. I immediately ran to hug him tightly. “Look after these two idiots for me, will ya?” He whispered in my ear. I just nodded as a single tear fell from my eye.

“When you find Elena, text me her room.” I whispered back. He nodded as we separated and he left the room. I turned to look at Nathan with narrowed eyes, opening my mouth to say something and Sam placed a gentle hand on my elbow, shaking his head to tell me not to bother him. I shrugged him off. I’ll be damned if he got to act like that to everybody. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs. “Nathan, what in the hell was that?” I said, strongly.

“That was me not trying to make any more trouble for anybody else- do you wanna go too?” He fired back. I looked at him as if he’d lost his everloving mind. I placed my hands on my hips and flare my nostrils.

“I’m here to help you, genius!” I yelled at him. “Get over yourself, Nate. You can talk shit to everyone else but you know damn well you’re not gonna do that to me. I’m staying.”

“So then pack your bags, Sunny!” He snapped. It took everything in me to not knock some sense into him but Sam hooked a finger around my belt loop and pulled me back simply. I looked at him and tried to calm myself. With a nod, I backed away and headed for the door.

“See you in the morning, jackass.” I said before slamming the door behind me. I let out a throaty groan and stomped my feet a couple times before lighting myself a cigarette. I loved Nathan with all my heart but sometimes he could just be so damn stubborn. It was infuriating.

On the other hand, I hoped that Elena wasn’t too mad at him. And if she was, maybe I could talk to her and explain things a little better than he had. I walked up the stairs and leaned on the railing outside my door to smoke a cigarette or two more when I noticed Sully at the bottom of the stairs. He looked so tired. But we all were. We’d been at it from sun up to sun down quite literally. “Hey, you.” I greeted him as he climbed the stairs with creaky joints. He gave a weak smile.

“Hey, kid.” He replied.

“Goin’ to sleep?” I asked, simply.

“I think I’ve earned it.” He answered with a faint chuckle. I just smiled and nodded as he passed me to go to his room around the corner.

“I heard that.” I mumbled, rubbing my temple as I stared at the lit up pool before me. ‘God, what I wouldn’t give to be in that water…’ I thought to myself for a moment.

“Her room is 211. Lower level, around the back. Good night, Sunny.” He said before leaving.

“G’night…” I responded rather late. I decided that I would talk to her. I just needed a bit of time to figure out how...

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[not-another-paradox-art]

D-Day fic (title undecided)

Storyboard for context (btw I’m calling the guy next to Murdoc on the 4th panel Terry)

“You’re really gonna lug that bloke everywhere, eh?”

“Yes. Required by law.”

“Since when did you start obeying the law?”

“Since I got caught’s when,” Murdoc snapped as he shoved the comatose Stuart into the car. Terry had tagged along, one of his many hooligan friends that seemed to come and go at moment’s notice. Murdoc stared at the one-eyed, blue-haired heap slumped in the back seat. A second passed. Murdoc sat the boy up and daintily placed the limp forearm on the kid’s lap, pleased. Terry scowled. “Get in already, bender,” he muttered. “Bender!?” Murdoc yelped as he slammed the door shut. Once he hopped in the driver’s seat, he pouted and flitted his eyes around, trying to think of a comeback. Suddenly, a smirk crept across his lips. “Say, would a bender be looking to participate in...oh, I dunno, that parking lot with all those loons mucking about, eh? Care to go for a hell of a spin, Terry? Or are you some kind of bender?” Terry’s eyes widened as the greasy animal revved his late father’s jalopy.

“You’re bluffing, now.”

“Nuh-uh!” Murdoc cracked a snaggle-toothed grin, “we’re in Nottingham, mate, we may as well.” He cackled as the beat-up Vauxhall Astra, patched up from the fairly recent crash that bestowed him the unresponsive teen, sputtered its way to the parking lot derby.

By the time they got there it was raining lightly, but that wasn’t stopping anyone. Terry wasn’t too keen on potentially snapping his neck, much to Murdoc’s amusement. He opted to stand and watch while the mop-topped madman tore up the parking lot. Despite Murdoc’s mockery, Terry gave him a big smile and a double thumbs up for luck before stepping out. Murdoc smirked, and a chuckle rolled out of his throat as he fiddled with his cigarette. He tossed it out the window and slammed his foot on the gas. The deafening roar rumbled out of the car, almost drowning out the cheers. He picked up more speed and performed a few donuts, tossing the blue-haired ragdoll, still in the backseat, to-and-fro. Murdoc, however, was having a whale of a time, laughing maniacally and beeping the horn. Eventually, when he’d had his fun, he screeched to a halt next to the crowd, surveying his captive audience, panting and feeling — kind of — alive. They were going wild, waving, whistling, hollering; it’s what he longed for, what he dreamed would meet him onstage one day…

Murdoc was quickly snapped out of his musings with something else that allured him so.

Tits!!! On a lady!!!

A girl had taken her top off to, well, encourage him. And boy, did it ever. Murdoc’s freakishly long tongue lolled out of his maw as he tried to plan his last trick on the spot, the grand finale. He revved the engine once more, to another wave of applause. The speedometer gradually climbed up to around ninety as he spun the car around the lot. With his rearview mirror ravaged with cracks and rendered useless, he turned his head out the window to see if that lady was still offering her “encouragement.”

B-DUM!!!

It hadn’t been so much as two seconds before Murdoc’s car barrelled head-on into a bollard at top speed. There was a deafening crunch of metal twisting, shattered glass, and the smell of rising smoke. The car alarm rang like a cry of agony. Murdoc shrunk in his seat. The impact had left him pretty scraped up, but mostly alright; a bruise or some cuts here and there, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. The very kid he was supposed to look after would beg to differ. Having not been buckled, Stu careened through the windshield and hit the pavement, skidding on his face for what felt like half a mile before his head made a final impact on the curb. Oops.

Almost on cue, the rain seemed to pick up slightly, and the surroundings grew dreary to match the sky. Stuart lay limp on the road, surrounded by bits of broken glass. Murdoc, hands still latched onto the wheel, craned his neck to get a look at him. Moments passed. Despite the blaring alarm and the rain, it felt just as heavy as silence.

Stuart’s fingers twitched.

He lifted his head off the ground.

Painstakingly slow, the boy who was a crumpled, immobile heap mere seconds ago pushed himself off the road. Disoriented, the spindly teen hoisted himself to a shaky standing position. And there he stood, swaying, but there he stood. Murdoc stared, gobsmacked. Then he finally got a good look at the boy’s face. He was missing teeth, he was all bloodied up, but that was barely noticeable compared to what took center stage.

Stuart had no eyes. In their place were two empty, reddish-black voids. Murdoc had bashed one in before, but what were the chances it would happen again?

Now, this was quite a unique look, Murdoc thought as a smile began to stretch across his face. That kid worked in the Keyboard Emporium, didn’t he? He was fervently plotting now, gleefully hunched over the wheel. This was an opportunity he couldn’t miss.

Murdoc stepped out of the wreckage and trotted over to the bizarre-looking fellow.

“Hey!” He waved as he approached the lost-looking lad.

“...Huh?” The further disfigured Stu turned to squint at the small, grayish, greenish, blackish blob.

“...Erm…” Murdoc scratched the back of his head. Perhaps he didn’t plot as well as he thought. “R’you...ok?” He asked, surveying the damage. The younger bloke didn’t respond, staring blankly in a now quite literal sense until he could figure out it was a person he was looking at. He looked at Murdoc, then back at the wreckage, then back at Murdoc, then the car again. Suddenly, his pitch-black eyes widened and his bleeding jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” He warbled, turning back to Murdoc, “did you crash that car?” Murdoc wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to answer that.

“...Yeah.”

“I coulda been killed!”

“Oh, shut up, you-“

“You saved my life, mister!” Enthused, Stuart leaned closer and began twiddling his fingers.

“...Beg your pardon?”

“Not sure why I was on the ground, but if you hadn’t crashed your car, you woulda run me over n’ killed me for certain!”

Murdoc was at a complete loss. At least this idiocy and/or delirium was in his favor.

“Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“What was that, sir?”

“Nuthin’.”

There was a bit of a pause. Stuart observed his now fuzzy surroundings. Murdoc looked at the ground and whistled for a second or two before clearing his throat. “You play keyboard, right?”

“Yeah!” A big, dopey smile spread across Stu’s scraped up face, “I work at Uncle Norman’s Keyboard Emporium. Ever been?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t think they like me very much over there, though.” They chuckled, but only Murdoc knew why it was funny.

“...Why not?” The boy tilted his head. “Not important,” Murdoc made a dismissive gesture, “anyway, erm, I’m forming a band, actually, and I think you’d be a welcome addition.” Stuart’s new eyes tried their hardest to light up. “You really mean it?”

“Sure, sure. I’m certain those… interesting looks of yours would make good frontman material. Definitely draws attention.” Stuart beamed another jacked grin, overjoyed from the pseudo-complement. “Why, thank you, mister! Sign me up! I owe ya for saving me whole life ‘n such.” Bingo. With some disinfectant and patching up, Murdoc would have the perfect face for the band. Other than his own mug, of course. “I sing too,” Stuart added. With a voice like that? “Doubt it,” Murdoc replied curtly. “Well,” he tutted, “no use standing around in this rain. I’ll nick a car and you can clean yourself up at my place.”

“Ok!”

The new recruit was rather complacent watching Murdoc smash a random car’s window and start it up, and soon enough the budding band was on the road. It felt strange for them to both be conscious. Once they were properly introduced and caught up, small talk was made, but it was dull. As frustratingly dull as the former coma patient himself.

“Er… Murdoc… whose car is this again?”

“I told you, it doesn’t matter!”

Similar conversation plagued the car throughout the ride. All the while, Murdoc found it ridiculous that this moron could look so strange and have a name like Stuart. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“We can’t keep calling you Stuart, man.”

“Then call me Stu!”

“No! It’s boring! You need a stage name, looking like that.”

“...StuPot? That’s what they called me in school.”

Murdoc groaned. “Let me do all the thinking, and you can tell me what you like best. C’mon, man, it’ll be cool.”

Murdoc ran through a list of nicknames he thought of on the spot. As Stu dismissed one after another, Murdoc grew exasperated.

“Well, if you don’t like Denthead, Dentrimental, or Dent, Daft, and Beyond, then what?! Come on, those were good!!!”

The boy shook his head, “Too long for me. I like Stuart. It’s easy to remember and quicker to write.”

“I can’t work with that criteria!”

Stu almost rose his shrill voice. “Just keep it simple, please.”

“Ugh, simple’s what we’re trying to avoid!” Murdoc scowled. “Just Dents, then?”

“Does it have to be about the dents in my skull?” Stu whined. “Well, I mean, yeah,” Murdoc retorted. “You have dents in your skull,” he continued, “that’s fuckin’ metal.” Stu nodded slowly. “It’s just a bit on the nose, innit?”

“Then…” Murdoc was damn near out of ideas. “How about… 2-Dents, then? ‘Cos you’ve got two now, don’t you? It’s not just ‘Dents’ and it could be ‘2-D’ for short, yeah? It doesn’t sound bad, even without the implication of brain damage, so there you go.” Stuart mulled it over, nodding slowly, then picking up speed as his bloody face beamed once more. “I actually really like that! That- That’s quite good, innit?” He went so far as to declare, “from now on, I want everyone to call me 2-D!” Murdoc was pleased. “That’s the spirit!” He hollered. “Right then, 2D, this is it. The big one. We’re on the road to stardom, I can feel it. This is gonna be revolutionary, just you wait.”

“Well, no… we’re on the road to your place, remember? If we’re going to stardom we must’ve taken a wrong turn…”

“Well, you see, my place happens to be where stardom is.”

“Wow! No kiddin’!”

The new duo was jovially cruising to Murdoc’s shitty bedsit in high spirits now that everyone had an appropriate title. Still, likely due to 2-D’s lack of brain functionality, it wasn’t long before conversation dissolved to nothingness.

Suddenly Murdoc cussed and banged his fist on the wheel, wide-eyed.

“What happened, Murdoc?” 2-D chirped, craning his neck at the fellow.

Murdoc had one hand on the wheel, one hand rubbing his temples. “We forgot Terry.”

“Who’s Terry?”

Murdoc hesitated, then he sat up, looking straight ahead. “Eh, you’re right, no one important.”

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[alitheamateur]

The Grind-Chapter 29

I helped clean up the dishes, and he emptied all our trash into the dumpster behind the shop before we journeyed to the next stealthy location on his to-do list. I made sure to cork the pricey wine bottle so I could take the last bit home to sip on in bed with him, not wanting to waste a drop of the bittersweet goodness. Colton peeled off his jacket to drape over my bare back since the evening temperatures had chilled noticeably, then we locked up and he offered his aid to the car, considering my acutely inebriated state.

Instead of following the traffic further into the eventful side of town, we made a left and headed off towards the outskirts. It was a part of Pittsburgh that normally would have me on edge consider the late hour, but with Colton at the wheel there was truly never any reason to fear. He wasn’t a certified superhero, or a proclaimed savior of humanity, but I felt he was my own personal, daunting vigilante. I was independent, and capable on my own, but with him I could be fearless.

I looked out the side window as the streetlights and skyscrapers became scarce, and felt the dizzy aftershock of the merlot floating through my veins, creating a warm blaze over my cheeks. Rolling the window down a crack for some cool breeze to chill my alcoholic hot flash, we turned on the very familiar street where Mac’s gym used to sit. I stretched in my seat to get a good look around, continuing the trend of confusion.

“You okay, Livvy?” Colton tested as he parallel parked directly in front of the cloudy, dust stained windows of the unoccupied building.

“Yeah, just a little hazy from the wine is all. And wondering what we’re doing here.”

He only half-smiled and opened the door, gesturing for me to follow suit. Checking carefully for any oncoming vehicles, I slung open the passenger side to meet my offered escort on the sidewalk. The “A” of the sign above the doorway was cracked and barely hanging on by some sketchy wires, and the street number that was stickered on the glass was pared and faded. I felt instantly sad for Colt seeing the current state his once second home. In fact, it had probably been more of a home to him than the old, dingy apartment he was held up in when we first met, considering the innumerable hours he spent training here.  As our steps accidently synced in speed toward Mac’s, Colton tore away a graffiti marked “For Sale” sign heftily tapped to the glass. He disconnected our hands to pull a key tucked away in a pocket of his wallet…

Shards of broken glass from the overhead lights furthermore shattered as we walked over the polluted floor of the abandoned gym. Most of the equipment remained intact and the ring still stood in its place, only now stained a bit with the passing year of lacked maintenance. A red-wrapped box, taped with a black bow had been placed in its center, which I gathered was exactly where Colton was dragging me. He gaped the stretchy, leather-like ropes open and grasped my forearm to keep me from woozily face planting. From side glance, I watched him drink in the sight of my leaning figure, and the spilling out of cleavage as I did so.

“I hate seeing the place like this. I know it has to be pretty brutal for you too, babe.” I weakly slurred in a sympathized manner.

“This place got a lotta memories, for sure. For the both of us, hm?” He approached me from behind covering me in a bear hug, kissing the crook of my neck, and inhaling in my most customary scent. A reminder of the first night we spent together standing in that very spot made the echo of our moans, and the feel of his hands on me play back like a fantasy in my mind, and I sunk further into his body.

“Be careful talking about such things, Ritter. I might just be drunk enough to let you take advantage of me right here again.”

“As much as I need to get my hands on you, you should open ya’ present first.” He suggested, nudging me onward with a pat to the behind.

I squatted to lift the box, and felt the barely-there weight of its contents. Colt remained in observance over my shoulder, quietly inspecting for a reaction as I worked my nails over the knotted, silk bow closure. It fell to my feet, tickling over my exposed toes in the stilettoes I wore, and I then dropped the cardboard lid shortly after. Lined with tissue paper inside, the black gloves Colton wore to fight Danny Mendez were laid next to each other. The grained leather was softer than when I had first gifted him with them, now broken in and loose due to the blows thrown, and punches blocked.

“Colton. These belong to you, babe. I don’t even deserve a pair this nice. And besides, they have your name on ‘em, silly.” I reasoned, turning slow to face my one-man audience.

“I think I can maybe do somethin’ about that little name issue, pretty girl.”

Suddenly, the crisp box and its contents crashed to the floor, falling buoyantly from my now numb hands. Instead of spinning around to meet his smiling eyes, I had to sink my sights to discover him knelt a few feet from me, caressing a square velvet case.

“Colton, what ar-.”

“You listen, ‘n let me talk this time, baby.”

Uncontrollable outlines of mascara black tears initiated abruptly, and the white noise of passing traffic, and distant sirens ceased.

“The second I looked into those bright emerald eyes of yours Livvy, a fuse kicked inside me. All those emotions that I had turned off a long time ago, fuckin’ came roaring back. The typical me, woulda walked right out that morning with a coffee to-go, without a second thought. But it was like every time I looked back at ya’, I swear I could literally feel my heartbeats inside of me. I coulda counted them out loud, Liv. You had me in this… this trance or somethin’. You know I ain’t gonna say all this the way you deserve to hear it, but I need you to know what you are to me, Elliott. How much you mean t’ me.”

I could hear his voice crack under the pressure he had put on himself, and the lump of tearful release he was trying to choke back into his throat.

“There’s a billion damn reasons why I don’t deserve ya’. We both know that. But there’s another billion reasons why I want to. You’re the most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, and the only one I know who could get me laughin’ like a damn idiot the way you do. I love that you always have a little smudge of leftover makeup unda’ your eyes when you wake up every mornin’, and that you can have me beggin’ in desperation the second you put on a pair of those shoes like the ones ya’ wearin’ now. And don’t even get me started on how thrilled I get seeing you strapped into a pair of sparring gloves. As nervous sick as it gets me, I love it all the same. I ain’t never wanted to be a better man, babe. For myself, and sure as hell not for anyone else. But the man I am with you, the man you turn me into, is a far better one that I ever thought I could be. C’mere, Livvy baby. I ain’t gonna bite.”

Following the suggestive direction of his nod, I weakly closed the distance between us, and he took my chattering hand into his. He laughed, and tried to still the very obvious nervous, euphoric emotion coming through my skin.

“You are such a beautiful, loving, kind heart. Not to mention sexy in the most subtle ‘n real way. You’re strong as a fuckin’ ox, inside & out, and you sit my ass straight in line every day. God knows I need that. I want to spend the rest of my life being ya’ sidekick, and watchin’ you succeed with whatever your heart wants. I can’t promise I’ll be as perfect as all the otha’ men you truly deserve, and I need ya’ to be patient wi’ me when I get all caught up in me head. There ain’t nobody else I’d rather have nursin’ my wounds after a fight, or eatin’ a whole gallon of ice cream with on a cheat day. You’re my only light, and any chance I have at bein’ a decent man is only because of you. So, Liv Caroline Elliott, will you marry me?”

The flawless solitaire sent iridescent beams of sparkle bouncing across the ceiling as the light caught it in Colton’s suddenly shaking hand. The stone was impressively hefty in carats, and was uniquely chiseled into the shape of an octagon. I knew that little quality wasn’t just a coincidence, and Colt had made this purchase with careful consideration and lots of preparation. His dedicated search for the perfect diamond to join the two of us together was a thoughtful sentiment no one could refute.

He bore his soul without question, so unnaturally against his nature, and let his every emotion spring forth for me to potentially criticize and dismiss. The metamorphosis I had witnessed overtake him the last months satisfied my hearts every yearning, and I knew fully that Colton Ritter was the only man who would ever fill the shoes of my true love. As tears began saturating his soft, bristle-like eyelashes too quick for him to conceal and rub away with his shirt sleeve, I wordlessly nodded an accepting, smiling ‘yes.’

“You ain’t gettin’ off that easy 2-1. A man’s gotta hear you say it.”

“Yes, Colton. Yes, yes, yes! A hundred times over, yes. I will marry you. Only if you promise me, to stop selling yourself so short and trying to convince the world what a monster you are. When it comes to the cage, sure you’re unforgiving and dangerous. But otherwise, we both know that’s so far from the truth. Whether I’m the only lucky individual who gets to see it behind closed doors or not, you’re so kind. And you’re the most loyal man I have ever met. Any time I’ve been lucky enough to spend with you, have been the best minutes of my entire life. And when I happen to think about the time passed without you, I cringe at the memories we could’ve made. I want nothing more than to spend whatever life I have left by your side.”

The feeling of the cool silver band as he slid it with ease over the knuckle of the proper finger sent a tsunami of wedding color schemes, and potential venues flooding into my train of thought. Never was I the girl for fairy tales, and tulle and princes riding in to rescue the damsel, but the countless possibilities of marital bliss with Colton had birds chirping and singing around my head.

My newly crowned fiancé lunged in to seal the celebration with a deep kiss, pulling me into him by a hand on the back of my neck. The sticky tears wetting his face mixed with my own as our faces touched in embrace, and Colton dipped me like the closing move of a Salsa dance, laughing when I yelped in surprise.

“What is it about this little place, I wonder? It seems Mac’s has been pretty important to us over the last years.” I pointed out, as he kissed the fine jewelry now situated on my finger.

“Yeah…… Well, uhm... About that…”

I looked at him through slit eyes, and cocked a quizzical, suspicious brow at what had him so apparently tongue tied.

“You’re right. This shit hole has been pretty damn important t’ me. And a’ course, to us too. I can’t stand to see it just sittin’ here. Rotting.”

“I’m sure if there was anything Mac could do, sweetheart, he would’ve already. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the next owner will give it a good makeover, y’know? Freshen it up.” I attempted to cheer him up with positive outlook, and cheery suggestions.

“Oh, I think you right. The next owner is gonna get this place back on its feet, and back to it’s roots. Some new bags first thing, and a definite fuckin’ fumigating.” His nose crinkled as he looked around at the mildewed ceiling.

“It sold? Someone finally bou-“

I froze, and Colton’s instantaneous smile furthermore proved my suspicions. He had torn down that weathered ‘for sale’ sign before we came inside, and the little key tucked in his wallet should’ve been my tell-tale.

“COLTON?! It’s yours? You bought it? How? Whe-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take a breath, ya’ crazy chatterbox. Yes, I bought it. And yes, it’s OURS.” Colton annunciated the significance of ‘ours’ in his confession, assuring I understood that this cherished little corner of a rickety, dark corner block in Pittsburgh now belonged to us. Together.

“I was thinkin’… How does 21 Punches sound to you? I mean, I’d like to have Mac maybe be a manger for me, y’know, when I can’t be here ‘n stuff. But I do wanna change that sign out front.”

Invisible atoms of a tranquil fog consumed the every corner of being, and my legs felt insubstantial on a cloud of celestial contentment. This stiff as cement man, who seemed to turn to near wet, molding clay in my presence wanted to name his most prized possession after a silly, what I viewed as irrelevant, high school basketball number from my ancient days as a Westfield Warrior. I half expected a hidden crowd to jump out into a surprise party, or a horse drawn carriage to wheel up outside to seal the finishing touches on an evening of unadulterated shock and romance.

“I think you’re the best thing about this smelly, foggy, freezing city. And I think you should take me home right now, and let me show you exactly how amazing I think you are.”

Forgetting any class or feminine daintiness, I grabbed firmly around the bulge of his thin, extremely well-fitting slacks and parted two buttons of his shirt to tickle his beating chest.

“Home? We own the place now, ya’ naughty lil’ thing. I could just take ya’ right fuckin’ now if I wanted to.”

“Slide your hand under this dress and get to it then, Mr. Ritter.” I sighed fervently into his ear, sloppily sucking his neck just under the line of his beard.

The lack of undergarments he discovered as he used two fingers to crawl up the side of my leg caused him to groan out hauntingly.

“Your wish, is my fuckin’ command, Mrs. Ritter.”

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[mercifuldeaths]

Vertigo: Chapter 2: Jacked Up

Vertigo: Chapter 2

Jacked Up

This fic is in progress.

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of drug use.

Summary: Jim’s very good at hiding his vices, except, that is, with Medina.

Notes: More exposition. I’m sorry guys but the drama is worth the wait. This is Jim’s story-Y/N is a component, but this is a story about Jim’s journey. Thank you all so much for the positive responses from Ch 1! 

Word Count: 2.6k

Jim would see Y/N at the beach pretty regularly, not that he was looking for her. He couldn’t help that his room had a perfect view of the bay and whenever Medina was going for dawn patrol with her he would have his coffee outside, waiting for Sandy to be awakened by the other’s starting their day in the waves.

It seemed that Medina had finally had a friend, which made him exceedingly happy. Jim recalled the nights Medina would slip into his room and lay on the unmade bed asking why nobody liked her. He didn’t have an answer for her, or rather he did, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

He couldn’t help but constantly be reminded of how much stronger she was. Of course, she was heartbroken that she didn’t have friends, but she did have the strength to not change herself for others’ approval. Jim couldn’t say the same for himself.

Coming in from his coffee- she wasn’t out there that day- he picked up his backpack and jacket.

“‘Dina,” he whispered, ear pressed to her door. He almost fell over when the door was ripped away from his face.

“Hey, we’re running late, let’s go,” she responded. She managed to smack him with her backpack as they snuck out the door, avoiding Sandy.It was a miracle that she even let him go to his classes.

The pair hopped into Jim’s car, a new Nissan SUV from Phil. A graduation gift his father had called it but Jim knew what it really was. It was a “Sorry we’ve been shitty parents and let you overdose, but here’s a material item that’ll make up for it” gift. Medina got a smaller Volkswagen beetle that she absolutely adored.

It had been three and a half years since his overdose. It really wasn’t even that bad, he thought. He had passed out at home, Sandy overreacted and he spent a night in the hospital. Then Phil proceeded to tell him that they wouldn’t be going to Paris and that he’ll do better.

Admittedly, it had been slightly better. With Sandy back on her meds she wasn’t as prone to mood swings and temper tantrums meaning Jim had slightly more freedom. It didn’t allow him to escape his responsibilities as ‘man of the house’ but things were almost manageable. Almost.

After everything, he had to be more careful. Withdrawal had been a nightmare but when his mind cleared he found that the memory was fuzzy. Turning back to booze, then weed, then pills, then coke, then everything at once, had been an easy decision. This time, though, he needed to be careful.

A few weeks into sobriety, his mother would inevitably forget about Jim’s problems, replacing herself as the center of attention in her mind, so hiding it from her had been a joke. “Oh, I’m just tired, mom. Long day at school,” he’d say as his eyes fluttered shut, laying on the couch with a comfortable blanket of haze clouding his thoughts. She ate that shit up.

His father was even easier. He had still moved out, but his relationship with Ava had ended a while back, now seeing some other redhead. He was never around, not that Jim wanted to see him anyway. But with him being a doctor, he had to make sure he was sober around the man. He’d recognize all the signs, especially knowing Jim was a user.

Medina. She was...complex. He had tried to hide it from her, he really did. She found out almost immediately and hadn’t said anything but he could see the pain in her eyes. The only response she gave was a “Be careful with that shit, Jim. You don’t know what you’re playing with,” bitten out on his way back to his room from the bathroom where he had just taken an oxy. All the warning he needed was written on her face every time she looked at him. He tried to ignore it, for his own sake.

It’s because of this that when she said, “Is it getting bad again? Please tell me,” while biting into an egg McMuffin on their way to campus that morning Jim almost crashed his shiny new car. She had begged to get breakfast on the way and he could never say no to his sister.

“What are you talking about, Medina?” he rolled down the window and looked out the windshield pretending to focus on the traffic in front of him.

“I know what you’re doing. I’m not stupid. But just tell me if it’s that bad again,” she tried to seem casual, sipping her iced coffee but it sounded a little too rehearsed.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” his teeth grit together. Turning into the parking lot of their university

“‘Cause I know when mom gets weird you get weird. I don’t think she’s taking her medicine again- since dad’s new girlfriend,” she hesitated not knowing what reaction Jim would have.

His fist slammed against the steering wheel, making Medina jump, spilling coffee on her corduroys. “I’m not ‘getting weird’ or whatever, okay?” he yelled. “Yeah, mom’s fucking crazy again, it’s whatever.” He pulled into a parking space a little too quickly and the car lurched.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” her voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.

Jim’s jaw was still tense, teeth clenched. He took a deep breath through his nose and rolled his eyes back. “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry for yelling,” he looked over to her and stuck his tongue out a little, the way that usually made her laugh.

She wasn’t laughing. “So it’s gonna be like that, then,” he leaned over and poked her in the ribs, right in the spot that tickled most.

“Jim, stop!” she shrieked, attempting to get away from his long arms. Her laughter bounced in the car. They both smiled.

“Now, go. I know you have ‘Adult Coloring’ or some bullshit,” he loved to make fun of her customized major, full of classes she was taking to one day do what she wanted most, travel and surf. It was a lot of photography, journalism, and some random classes for credits.

“It’s ‘portraiture’, I’ll have you know,” she called over he shoulder before closing the door. Through the open window, she smirked, “Have fun with your blocks or whatever you do.”

He let out a groan that turned into a laugh, “It was once!” he shouted to her back, walking to campus’ central. He had been trying to figure out the flow and perception of this one project he was working on, so yeah he brought out some Legos to visualize it. That’s architecture for you.

What she’ll never mention is that she distracted him and then proceed to spend the entire night on the living room floor trying to one-up each other's towers. Jim using what he had learned from four years of design and structural classes while Medina relied on ‘just staking them up until they fall.’ Her’s was taller by two blocks and she will never let it go.

Grabbing his backpack he decided to pull the small baggie of pills out and place them in an empty plastic cup, hidden under the seat. Out of sight, out of mind. He was almost off his last bender and held a small glimmer of hope that this would be the last time. The back of his mind was already itching for another fix, reminding him to be even more careful around Medina.

Planning for a long day in the library, still trying to find a topic for his senior thesis, he grabbed Medina’s unfinished iced coffee and headed into the beating sun with a brave face painted on.

--

No. No. No. He coughed up more bile, spilling from his throat into the toilet in front of him. It was disgusting, he knew, but he needed to rest his head on the seat of it, cool porcelain taming the heat that coursed through him. He dry heaved this time, causing the head-splitting migraine to reappear.

“Jim?” his mother knocked on the bathroom door. “Jimmy, are you okay?” The handle jiggled but it was locked.

“I’m fine, mom,” he breathed through his nose, trying to stare straight ahead to stop the room from spinning.

“I can hear you in there. Are you sick, honey?”

“Food poisoning. I’m fine.” Short words. Short sentences. The sound of his own voice making him want to smash his head on the tile, hopefully blacking out.

“Let me in,” she demanded. The thought of her being around him made him retch again, this time probably for the last time as there was nothing left to vomit up. But, from experience, he knew to sometimes just go along with Sandy rather than fighting. Especially when he was feeling like this, he had no fight left in him.

He crawled over to the door and managed to unlock it, Sandy not missing a beat and plowing into the room. “Jim!” She kneeled next to him and immediately put her hand over his sweaty forehead. Admittedly, her cool hand felt nice.

“It’s just food poisoning, mom. I’m fine,” he whispered and leaned into her- an instinct leftover from childhood. “Just need to sleep.” Chills wracked his body but sweat was clinging to every pore, the dark circles under his eyes almost red. His irises still shined a brilliant blue.

Sandy put her arm around him and helped to bring him to his feet. They shuffled into his room, his mother rambling about how California sushi can’t be trusted because so many of the people eat it, its mass produced.

Jim wished she would shut the fuck up.

He didn’t fully recognize how, but he was laying in his bed, tee shirt removed, blankets pushed off the mattress. In the fetal position, he slowly rocked himself willing the nausea away. He nearly lept out of his skin when Medina suddenly appeared, replacing Sandy.

“He likes to be alone when he’s sick,” Medina tried to reason to their mother, recalling when they were kids how Jim would always shy away from attention when he was sick, preferring to suffer in silence.

“He doesn’t like to be alone, he likes to be with you,” their mom spit out and turned on her heel, leaving Medina in the doorway holding a glass of water.

She made her way closer Jim, placing the glass on the nightstand. Perching on the side of the bed, she ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, grimacing a little. He sighed under her touch and closed his eyes again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, mindful of his migraine. His eye cracked open and managed to convey his confusion. “I know what this is.”

“It’s food poisoning, that’s what it is. It’s that bullshit sushi we stopped for. Thanks for that,” he scoffed. She knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he was hurting. She could see his muscles twitch under his thin skin. They reminded her of springs, coiled and ready. His eyes screwed shut again and he nuzzled into her thigh. She could hear the small cries he was trying to hold back.

“We had the same thing for lunch, Jim. We split it,” she observed, letting him know his jig was up. She felt his head shake.

“Okay, then. It’s the stomach flu. Same thing, Jesus. Let it go,” he attempted to growl out but the intent wasn’t there. She held out the glass of water she had brought in and he was never more grateful for their twin telepathy ‘thing’. He managed to prop himself up and take a few slow sips. “Thank you,” he mumbled and handed the glass back to his sister, relishing the cool that washed down his throat.

Laying on his back he tried to stare ahead again, this time at the blank ceiling above him. He briefly thought about going outside to look up at the sky, but remembered that any sort of movement was practically impossible at the moment. His body ached as he had just run a marathon. Joints tight, frozen in place, he continued to lay on his back trying to regulate his breathing. 5 seconds in, 5 seconds out. He counted.

Medina continued to run her cool hands over his head and face. It only felt good because it was her. His other half, a strange extension of himself. Or probably he was the extension-Medina was already her own person. She didn’t need him anymore. His thoughts made him start rocking again, seeking any sort of primal comfort.

As if on cue, he felt the bed shift and she started to leave. Before she could, he managed to grab her wrist. “Don’t.” Only his lips moved. “Please.”

“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting more water,” she went to pull the blankets over him as the had shivers started despite his constant sweating. He nodded, content with her answer.

He thought that maybe he had finally started to drift off to sleep but was awakened by yelling. Sandy. At Medina, of course. Their shouts were muffled by the door and the fact that he couldn’t really think straight helped a bit, but his head still throbbed.

Sandy was going off about how Medina was always so judgemental towards her. Medina was snapping back with questions of why she wasn’t the ‘favorite’ twin. Sandy didn’t bother trying to hide it and plainly stated that she liked Jim better because he cared for her. Loved her. Medina started ranting about how this was just like last time. Last time, when things were Not Good. When Jim, the favorite, was Not Good. She suggested that maybe Sandy wasn’t that great of a mother if she didn’t love one of her children and couldn’t even manage to keep the one she liked from spiraling, practically killing himself.

Jim ground his teeth willing them to stop.

“This isn’t like last time for god’s sake,” Sandy screeched. “And it wasn’t my fault. Jim’s fine. Just like he was last time. It was a stupid mistake, once. He hasn’t touched that shit since, I’ll have you know,” she huffed. “Don’t make things worse than they are.”

Medina wasn’t about to out Jim. She was just trying to drop subtle enough hints that maybe Sandy would get the picture that things weren’t all that great.

Medina and Jim knew what was really going on in the other room. He was trying to detox from everything he had been taking in for the past few weeks. The two of them knew, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

Jim continued to hear them screaming from one thing to another. It was Sandy treating Jim like a husband, then it was how Phil was a bad father, then it was school, then Jim, then back to Phil, then Medina’s apathy, then back to Jim.

It always went back to Jim.

In a further attempt to block it out he rolled onto his side to his body’s dismay. Everything screamed in protest. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the almost empty glass of water resting on the nightstand. His eyes narrowed in on the draw. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

To his horror and delight, he remembered the two small tablets he had pushed in the back of the drawer. For emergencies only, he told himself when he had placed them there. They went completely forgotten for so long he couldn’t even properly remember what they were. As if a puppet on a string, he propped himself up and opened the drawer, feeling the contents with long fingers. He felt the thin plastic and pulled the baggie out.

Directly depositing both of the pills on the back of his tongue, he used the last sip of water his sister had brought to swallow them. Shortly thereafter, he finally fell asleep.

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[lilredniki]

You got it wrong Stark

A/N: Hey there everybody I am here with a new fic for @myattemptatfanfic’s writing challenge. It is a Bucky x Oc as I have asked if I could. The oc is Niki Valentine. She is Steve’s older half-sister and was in a relationship with Bucky before he fell from the train. She has long red hair, blue eyes that have gold rings around the pupils and pale skin. She helped found S.H.I.E.L.D and went undercover as a new member of Hydra after Steve went into the ice. While there, she found out that Bucky survived and offered her services so that she could be with him again. (More like they blackmailed her into doing it by saying if she didn’t they would kill him. It doesn’t help that Zola knew exactly who she was because Bucky kept calling out for her.) The prompt is in bold italics.

Niki sat in one of the seats in the Quinjet, as Steve landed on the snow covered terrain. She knew what they were going into and told Steve and Bucky that if they wanted to leave her then she would find a way to follow them.

With her training, they both knew she could and would do it.

So, they let her come along.

Steve and Bucky were talking about something when the doors to the jet opened but she wasn’t really interested in it.

Once off the jet, Steve led them all into the bunker. They walked down to the caged elevator and climbed in.

Niki just stayed quiet for the most part. She would glance a Bucky every once in a while, hoping to see the light return to his eyes.

The elevator stopped in the bowls of the bunker and the doors slid open.

Steve got out first followed by Niki as Bucky held the door.

Bucky readied his heavy duty machine gun as Niki grabbed her semi-automatic pistol and they walked along the corridor.

Niki was between them as they stayed close to the wall.

Bucky went to look into an alcove but Niki beat him to it and nodded when all she saw was junk.

Steve nodded to them and they started to go up some stairs when the sound of a loud thud made them spin around with their weapons aiming down to where the noise was from.

“You ready?” Steve asked them both.

“Yeah.” Bucky said as Niki nodded.

The double doors opened revealing Iron Man with his hands forcing the doors to move.

Steve stared in surprise and Niki sighed a little.

Tony walked over and retracted the suits helmet.

“You seem a little defensive.”

Bucky and Niki kept their guns up as Steve walked over to meet Tony.

“It’s been a long day.”

“At ease, Soldier. I’m not currently after you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Could be your story’s not so crazy. Maybe. Ross has no idea I’m here. I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself.”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork.” Steve said lowering his shield. “It’s good to see you, Tony.”

“You too, Cap.” Tony looked over to Niki and Bucky. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you and Stripes over there are killing me. There’s a truce here. You can drop…”

Steve nodded to them and they lowered their weapons.

The four of them walked cautiously along the corridor with Niki and Bucky in the lead.

Tony led them towards an enormous chamber with the capsules standing in it.

“I got heat signatures.” Tony said as he walked farther in.

“How many?” Steve asked as he followed Tony.

“Uh, one.”

As they walk farther in, the lights come on and a hazy, yellow mist descends within the capsules. Niki knew exactly what was in them.

Steve, Tony, Niki and Bucky looked around, bewildered.

“If it’s any comfort, they all died in their sleep.” Zemo’s voice said on the speakers.

Niki and Bucky looked closer at their former comrades and saw the bullet holes in their heads.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you two?”

Bucky walked over to Niki and pulled her into a tight embrace as she flinched and gagged. Even after her time in the war and doing Hydra’s dirty work, she still had a hard time with death.

“What the hell?” Bucky said as he tried to calm Niki down by rubbing her back.

Zemo smiled sinisterly. “I’m grateful to them though. They brought you here.”

The lights in another room came on showing his face through the glass on the door.

Steve hurled his shield at it but it bounced off and flew back to him.

“Please Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch of UR-100 rockets.”

Tony scoffed. “I’m betting I could beat that.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you’d never know why you came.”

Steve looked at Zemo through the window. “You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?”

“I thought about nothing else for over a year.” He looked passed Steve and to Niki. “I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. I bet she has it too, seeing as she is your sister. How nice to find a flaw.”

“You’re Sokovian. Is that what this is about?” Steve said as he stood so Zemo couldn’t see Niki.

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I’m here because I made a promise.”

Steve studied Zemo more closely. “You lost someone?”

Zemo looked grave and clicked his tongue. “I lost everyone. And so will you.” He glared at Niki and Bucky. “Starting with them.”

The light from a screen turns on near Niki and Steve walked over.

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead… Forever.”

Tony walked over and looked at the freeze frame. It was a secluded road and the date was December 16th, 1991. His eyes scanned over it anxiously. “I know that road. What is this?”

You hit play and watched the recording. But what you saw was different than you remembered.

A car that the Winter Soldier forced off the road crashes into a nearby tree.

Tony watched the screen intently as the Winter Soldier drove up to it and got off his bike.

Steve watched Tony’s increasing unease.

The driver was lying on the ground beside the car. It was Howard Stark. Tony’s father.

‘Help my wife. Please. Help.’ Howard begged.

The Winter Soldier walked over and hoisted him up by his hair. He stared at Howard’s bloodied face and Howard stared back pleadingly.

‘Sargent Barnes?’

‘Howard!’

Tony glared at Bucky while the video kept going. Niki grabbed Bucky’s hand.

The Winter soldier pounded Howard hard in the face with his metal fist.

‘Howard!’

Tony closed his eyes in grief for a moment.

On screen his father slumped dead. The Winter Soldier put him back in the driver’s seat with his face against the steering wheel.

Tony stared in horror at his mother in the passenger seat with blood streaked down her face.

The Winter Soldier walked around and gripped her throat.

Expressionless, he strangles Maria Stark.

Tony watched the screen stunned.

The Winter Soldier walked up and aimed a gun at the surveillance camera.

Steve looked at Tony anxiously.

Tony lunged at Bucky but Niki and Steve stop him.

“Tony. Tony.” Steve said as he stood between them.

Tony was consumed with grief and tears were glistening in his eyes. He looked at Steve. “Did you know?”

“I didn’t know it was him.”

Tony pulled away and growled. “Don’t bullshit me Rogers! Did you know?”

“Yes.”

Tony stepped back with his chin jutting upwards twitchily. He reengaged his helmet and punched Steve to the floor.

Niki and Bucky start to shoot at him but he deflected it.

He ran at Niki and disarmed her then he ran at Bucky.

Tony grabbed him and flew across the chamber slamming Bucky to the floor and jumped on his arms.

Steve���s shield hit Tony distracting him.

Steve and Niki ran over to Tony and Bucky.

Steve barged into Tony and knocked him backwards. Tony shouldered him to the floor and shackled his ankles.

Niki was trying to get them all to stop fighting. But they wouldn’t listen. So she joined in hitting Tony with her right arm.

Her coat sleeve ripped showing off the black, red and blue armor that protected it.

Steve turned to Niki and yelled. “Get out of here!”

Niki ran over to Bucky and started to pull him away. They both started to run to the control panel and Bucky hit it making the door overhead start to open.

“It wasn’t him Tony. Hydra had control of his mind!”

“Move!”

“It wasn’t him!”

Tony tried to fly to where Niki and Bucky were but Steve grabbed his ankle in mid-air, smashing it.

Tony blocked Steve by shooting down rubble.

He tried to fly but it was faulty.

Above Tony, Niki and Bucky were jumping from platform to platform.

With stuttering jets, Tony catches up with them and he kicked Bucky.

Steve blocked Tony’s attack with his shield and Tony fell to a lower platform.

Steve turned to Bucky and Niki. “He’s not going to stop. Go.”

“Steve that recording was wrong. That’s not what happened.”

“What do you mean Niki?”

“I was there Steve. Maria didn’t die like that.”

“I’ll try to talk to him. But I don’t know if he will listen.”

Tony soared upwards with his weapons trained on Bucky.

Steve jumped and shot a wire at Tony. It wrapped around his neck and they both went back down.

Tony deflected Steve’s shield and tried to aim at Bucky again.

Niki saw what Tony was aiming at and she pulled Bucky away before the door shut on top of him.

“Bucky we need to find another way out of here.”

“I know.”

Tony flew up to them and blocked a few swings from an iron pipe.

He grabbed Bucky around the neck from behind.

“Anthony Stark let him go!” Niki yelled trying to get Tony away.

“Get back Niki.”

“Stop it Tony!” Niki yelled as she tried to get him to let go of Bucky.

Tony’s grip got tighter. “Do you even remember them?”

Bucky looked at Niki. “I remember all of them.”

Bucky used his feet to push them both off the walkway and away from Niki.

They both fall and Steve jumped into them to deflect the fall.

Niki followed suit.

She grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled making it so that he landed on a platform. She landed on one just below the one Bucky hit.

Tony and Steve landed on the concrete floor near an opening in the wall where the snow was coming in.

Steve stood up and looked at Tony. “This isn’t gonna change what happened.”

Tony growled. “I don’t care. He killed my mom.”

They start punching each other and Steve gets pinned. Bucky jumped down and grabbed Steve’s shield and joined the fight. Niki followed and stood back.

Bucky forced Tony against a wall and grabbed the glowing core.

Niki ran over and pulled Bucky out of the way as the core of the suit started to glow.

The blast hit Niki in the right side.

“Niki!!” Bucky yelled as he tried to get to her.

Her armor that was covering her arm was gone. The skin was burned so bad that parts had started to split and bleed.

Bucky ran over to her and Tony blasted him.

Bucky covered Niki with his body and put his metal arm up.

When the light dimmed, Bucky’s arm was gone.

Tony blasted Bucky into Niki and they both landed a few feet away from him. Niki on her side and Bucky on his back.

Steve got in the way as Tony tried to get to Bucky again.

The fought for a while till Tony zapped Steve.

He fell to his knees in front of Bucky.

Niki was on her side trying to reach out to Bucky with her good arm.

Tony looked at her and frowned.

Steve got Tony’s attention back on him.

“He’s my friend.”

“So was I.” Tony said punching Steve.

He threw Steve back at the gaps in the wall. “Stay down. Final warning.”

Steve got up and put his fists up. “I can do this all day.”

Tony raises his left palm ready to fire when Niki and Bucky grab his legs. He spins and kicks Bucky in the face and punches Niki’s right arm.

Steve grabs him lifting him over his head them throws him down.

After a while Steve finally got the last hit. His shield sticking out of the core of the Iron Man suit.

While they fought Niki made her way over to Bucky. She used her left arm to lift his head and put her legs out so his head wasn’t on the cold concrete floor.

Steve stood up and grabbed the shield pulling it free from the suit.

He moved away from Tony as he rolled painfully to his side.

Tony saw Niki sitting with Bucky’s head in her lap as she brushed his hair from his face.

Steve pulled Bucky up and held his hand out to Niki.

Tony glared at them. “That shield doesn’t belong to you.”

Steve turned his back and Niki groaned as she took Steve’s hand.

“You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stopped, raised his chin then dropped the shield.

Niki tried not to cringe when she moved her right arm.

“I guess the next thing you are going to say is that I don’t deserve the armor your dad made me for my arm.”

“Niki let’s go. It’s not worth it.” Steve said putting Bucky’s arm over his shoulder.

“Steve enough. I told you that the video was tampered with.”

Tony looked at her. “What?”

Niki sighed and flinched as her right side started to burn.

“Zemo messed with the video.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Tony I was there.”

Niki sighed again. “I was there when it happened. Hydra wanted it to look like he was alone so I hid. It’s what I am good at.”

“Doll…” Bucky tried to talk.

“The reason I was there is because I am the Winter Soldier’s fail safe. If Hydra didn’t want someone dead, they sent me to stop him. It was in our coding.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he didn’t kill your mother. Neither of us did.” Niki said walking over to Steve and Bucky.

“Let’s get out of here.” She leaned on Steve as she held her right arm with her left.

-Wakanda Medical Facility-

“Are you sure about this?” Steve said as he watched people walk around him.

“I can’t trust my own mind. So, until they figure out a way to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing…” Bucky glanced at Niki as someone wrapped her right arm in gauze. “For everyone.”

“Damn it Buck I just got you back!”

Steve turned to Niki. It had been the first time she swore since she came out of cryo.

“I know doll face.”

“Then let me help you.” Niki said walking over.

“Remember Miss Valentine. Don’t move that arm.”

Niki groaned.

“It’s the only way.”

“It is not and you know it.” She said pulling him close to her with her left arm.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said running his flesh hand through her long red hair.

Her blue gold eyes started to well up. “Fine but I am not going to watch you go back under.” She said as the tears slipped down her pale cheeks.

Bucky put his head against hers and nodded.

He knew what it did to her when Hydra made her watch as they made him go back under. He didn’t want her to have to go through that again.

“I will be here every day until you wake up.”

“I know.” He said lifting her chin.

He pulled her up till her lips met his.

“I love you Niki.”

“I love you too Bucky.”

As they closed the tube, she ran from the room with tears falling freely out of her eyes.

Steve stood staring out a window when T’Challa walked over to him.

“Thank you for this.”

“Your friends and my father, they were all victims. If I can help at least one of them find peace…”

“You know, if they find out that they are here… they’ll come for them.”

“Let them try.”

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Episode 1x1 of My Nameless WIP (Pt 2)

Here’s the link to part one.

Please guys; feedback. I NEED to know what you think! (and yes I know it’s daunting to read this much and easier to scroll on past but I promise you won’t regret it hopefully).

Part two

Scene 19

ARI drops into the seat next to ALICIA, nearly causing it to overbalance. He corrects sloppily.

ALICIA (without missing a beat): This is a gay bar.

ARI (ignoring her): Your glass is full.

ALICIA: It’s just for effect, really. I’m here for the people.

ARI: Great, I have-

ALICIA: The ladies, specifically.

ARI: No! No... no no no no no no. I’m NOT flirting with you. To prove his point, he scooches his chair back a bit. I just have a few questions that really really really need answering pretty please?

ALICIA (frowning): Gosh, how many did you have?

ARI attempts to count on his fingers. ALICIA grabs his hands and places them back on the table.

ALICIA: Never mind.

ARI shakes his head as if to clear his vision, and blinks a few more times. Upon realising his vision can’t be cleared, he sighs dramatically and turns to ALICIA.

ARI: So I had some contacts that I was going to meet here, we were gonna discuss about how the war we’re fighting was going, but then for two hours I sat here and they didn’t come, and then-

ALICIA (Clearly treating this as a way to use her psychology skills): A war? That’s nice. Who are you fighting against, Hitler?

ARI: No, I’m not Hitler.

ALICIA: I was asking if you were fighting Hitler.

ARI: No, he died years ago.

ALICIA: Cool. What sort war is it? Why do you feel you need to fight?

ARI: Because they’re killing people, duh. But anyway my question was-

ALICIA: Do you ever see things other people don’t?

ARI: Could you please stop- well I was actually going to ask you the same thing.

ALICIA: Really? And why is that?

ARI: Well you see there’s this particular birthmark, and you’ve got it underneath your eye...

ALICIA self-consciously raises her hand to her right cheekbone where the birthmark sits just under her eye, while ARI continues to babble.

...and see this mark it’s really magical and s*** and most of the time people don’t have that complete mark and-

ALICIA: That’s nice. How are you gonna get home? You’re definitely not safe to drive.

ARI (grabbing her arm): Wait-

ALICIA, on reflex, slaps him. He falls onto the ground, and then tries to rise, but slips and falls on his face again.

ALICIA: Oh my God, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-

ARI: S’okay, I’m fine, just... having a little... a little rest.

He begins to lay his head on the floor, but ALICIA grabs his arm and drags him to his feet.

ALICIA: Come on, you. I’ll help get you home.

Scene 20

ALICIA stumbles out of the bar, struggling to support ARI, who is at least 5 centimetres/two inches taller than her.

ARI: ...m fine, I can... walk...

ALICIA: Whatever you say then. She drops him. He promptly falls to the ground. You sure?

ARI (staggering upright): Yep! I’ll just- he stagger forward a few steps, and then stumbles, grabbing onto the wall to support himself. His momentum swings him around, and he stumbles into the next alleyway.

ALICIA hurries after him, but when she rounds the corner, the alleyway is empty.

ALICIA: ...Dude?

There’s a loud crash, but it’s just a dog knocking the lid off a trash can.

ALICIA stands there for a second, and then shrugs. She walks back around the corner.

Scene 21

Two men are standing on a pathway above a factory; steam and sulphurous smoke are billowing up from where people scurry like ants. The men are clearly arguing.

MAN 1: ...Not good enough, Cam! He puts his hand on MAN 2’s shoulder, and his voice drops, and we can’t hear it above the machinery.

MAN 2: I’ll find a way to fix this-

MAN 1: You better. MAN 2’s shoulders tremble. MAN 1’s voice drops again. MAN 2 looks up. I’ll fix this brother.

He turns around and walks off. The camera focuses on his face.

It’s EXECUTIVE 2.

And we cut to black

Scene 22

We are once again at a military base; only this time; it is bustling with life. The hangars are all full, and there are many, many armoured cars and even some tanks parked just inside the fence. Armed soldiers motion a jeep full of soldiers through the gate-

Scene 23

ALICIA and ETHAN are in a car; a slightly beaten up bug car. ALICIA is driving down the highway, though from the slow speed she’s going at, and the way she grips the wheel too tight, you can tell she doesn’t have her licence yet.

ALICIA (Her eyes glued to the road): So how did the applications go last night while I was out?

ETHAN: Can I put some music on? It’s really quiet in here.

ALICIA: Ethan... Are you going to answer my questi-

It’s too late though, he has already grabbed her phone and has hit play on Dvorak’s ‘symphony number 9’-

Scene 24

The camera focuses on a small dog in the back; a wire-haired terrier. It lifts up its head and whines, and the soldiers all laugh and aww. One reaches out to pet it, and it begins to growl, but then allows the touch, as if reprimanding itself-

Scene 25

ALICIA groans and bangs her head on the wheel. It honks and she starts.

ALICIA: God, would it kill you to listen to some Fall Out Boy once in a while?

ETHAN (deadpanning): Yes.

ALICIA: At least some Queen?

ETHAN: Look, Queen may be great and all, but they ain’t never gonna beat the classics.

ALICIA: As the driver, I veto. (She reaches across to grab her phone, but he pulls it away)-

Scene 26

The dog jumps off the back of the jeep, and trots off, the soldiers making sounds of disappointment.

The dog ignores them, and trots into a hangar, morphing into a German shepherd as it goes, which nobody notices. When a soldier opens the door to a hangar, it trots in behind-

Scene 27

ALICIA: Ethan, give me the phone- Give me-

Scene 28

The camera is back in those perfectly white hallways. From around the corner, there’s a yelp and a thump, and ARI rolls around the corner, looking startled.

ARI: Whoops. Forgot about that. He frowns. Whoop-de-doo.

HE walks down the hallway, perfectly casual. He rounds a corner, and almost runs straight into a soldier-

Scene 29

ALICIA leans further across the centre console, and he bats her hand away. They proceed to brawl, though in a rather playful, non-serious way. Throughout this, the car swerves a tiny bit on the road.

ETHAN: I reject your privileges as driver-

ALICIA: I am sick- of classical-

ETHAN: Dvorak composed romantic!

ALICIA: I- don’t-

Scene 30

The soldier (late twenties/early thirties, female) pulls a gun on ARI, and he quickly bats it out of her hands, sending it spinning across the floor. He goes to throw a punch, but the soldier round-house kicks him in the face, putting him on the floor. The soldier takes a step towards the gun, but ARI trips her, and she face-plants on the floor, her fingers still reaching for the gun. ARI also reaches, but the soldier gets there first, bringing it around to point straight at his face-

Scene 31

ALICIA and ETHAN are still having a mini-catfight over the phone, throwing insults back and forth.

ALICIA: Music- sucks-

ETHAN: Yours- too-

The car swerves a lot, and ALICIA shrieks and bolts upright, resuming her death-grip on the wheel.

There’s a pause.

ALICIA (deathly pale): We could’ve died.

ETHAN (Lovingly): This is why you don’t have your driver’s licence, you twat. He puts his feet up on the dash, and ALICIA shoots him a dirty look.

There’s an even longer pause.

Scene 32

ARI grabs the gun and points it away from his face. The momentum sends them both around the corner. There’s a muffled thump, and then silence.

The soldier walks around the corner, a cocky smile on her face.

SOLDIER: Better luck next time, asshole. She gives a little skip, and the pant leg of her uniform flaps up, revealing-

A black wetsuit.

Scene 33

ALICIA: So about those applications-

ETHAN: Fine, fine, FINE! Queen it is!

ALICIA: I-

ETHAN: No, I agree, this is terrible, we need Queen, Freddy will save us... Continues to babble in this manner, cutting off everything she says until ‘Crazy little thing called love’ is blaring through the tiny car.

Scene 34

(‘Crazy little thing called love is now non-diegetic sound). SOLDIER/ARI walks confidently through the halls, and around the corner-

Into another squad of four soldiers.

SOLDIER/ARI: Evening, lads.

OFFICER: Ma’am it’s morning outside and this is an all-female squad.

SOLDIER/ARI (nodding): Good point. Now I have a post to get to-

OFFICER: Ma’am, are you drunk?

SOLDIER/ARI: Close, but no cigar, I’m ACTUALLY hungover.

OFFICER: Ma’am I’m going to have to mention this to your squad leader, if you could show me some ID-

SOLDIER/ARI smashes a fist into his face, and the whole squad draws guns. (Insert fight choreography that I actually don’t have to do because assuming this becomes a real thing people do that for me! 😊)

The OFFICER pulls a knife and so does SOLDIER/ARI, who lunges toward the OFFICER, only to have the OFFICER lunge towards her and back her into a corner.

The OFFICER tries to pin her down and bring the knife-tip to her throat, but ARI slips underneath her at the very last second, throwing her against the wall. She blacks out.

SOLDIER/ARI stands triumphant for a moment, and then...

SOLDIER/ARI: Oh s***! She begins to pick up the bodies and drag them away.

Oh and... in case you forgot... that whole scene was choregraphed to ‘Crazy little thing called love’.

Scene 35

ALICIA and ETHAN throw their bikes down and walk towards another abandoned house. It’s a different one this time; with rotted wood and a sagging porch out the front.

ALICIA pulls out her phone and hits record. The camera is now from the point of view of the phone.

ALICIA: Hey Tahlia! Haunted House number 9!

ETHAN (shaking his head): I hate you soooo much right now. ALICIA smacks him. What? How are we even get in there?

ALICIA: Um... The stairs?

There’s a crash. The camera flips around and we see that one of the stairs has fallen down.

ALICIA (continued): Not the stairs.

They continue to argue, and the camera turns to a very long shot, slowing panning around them, their voices indistinct.

The camera flips back around to the viewpoint of ALICIA’s phone.

ALICIA (calling to ETHAN who is off-screen): This is a bad idea!

The camera flips around to ETHAN, who is climbing the side of the building.

ETHAN (sarcastically): What makes you think that?!

There’s a cracking noise, and ETHAN gives a very pre-pubescent screech and climbs down very fast.

The camera flip back to ALICIA, who is laughing so hard that she can’t breathe.

ETHAN: Shut up!

ALICIA (Still laughing): It’s okay to be a man and scream a very, very un-manly scream!

The camera cuts back to the long shot again, from just around the side of the house.

Like something is watching them.

The camera cuts back to ALICIA’s phone.

ALICIA: Well, wouldya look at this! She tilts the phone around to show us the back door of the house. Ethan! Come on!

Scene 36

The door inside the house cracks open, whining and creaking for every centimetre it moves. ETHAN and ALICIA poke their heads in, and then their torches.

ETHAN: Whoop-de-freakin’-doo, another wreck.

ALICIA: If this is haunted I’m going to- She screams suddenly, and ETHAN whips his head around, but she’s already laughing. See! You still believe in ghosts! She walks into the house, the floor squealing like a pig.

ETHAN: I don’t and I haven’t since I was five.

ALICIA (over her shoulder): Dream on, ghostbuster!

ETHAN frowns and tilts his head, mothing ‘Ghostbusters?’. He shrugs and walk into the house after her.

There’s a long silence where they inspect the walls.

Scene 37

ALICIA walks into the next room, looking for stairs. She frowns at the ripped wallpaper.

The silence is suddenly broken by ETHAN tunelessly singing.

ETHAN: Bust it down, Thotiana-

Scene 38

ALICIA (sticking her head round the door): Shut up, please!

ETHAN: What are you, the tune police?

ALICIA frowns.

ALICIA: I thought you only liked classical?

ETHAN: I do, but I know how much you hate that song.

The camera cuts back to a long shot, once again giving us the feeling that something is watching them.

ALICIA (to her phone): See, this is what I have to deal with every-

OFFICER: Freeze! Four armed SOLDIERS run not the room, surrounding the siblings. The SOLDIERS are wearing black helmets, black suits and black balaclavas. Only their eyes are visible; the camera takes a moment to focus on each set; two brown, one hazel, and one blue and green heterochromatic pair.

ALICIA yelps and drops her phone, putting her hands in the air as fast as she can. ETHAN raises his more slowly, but is still clearly raising them.

OFFICER: Got any weapons? They nod slowly. Drop ‘em. The siblings slowly pull their guns out of where they had them stowed in the back of their jeans, and lay them on the ground. They are only tiny pistols, clearly only for use in emergencies. It is America, after all.

OFFICER (continued, to ALICIA): You there! She stiffens. What’s your name?!

ALICIA (stammering, but loud and clear): Uh... A-Alicia, sir. Alicia Jae.

OFFICER: State of origin?

ALICIA: Illinois, sir.

The OFFICER looks over at the two other SOLDIERS next to them, and then nods.

OFFICER: Kill ‘em.

ETHAN yelps and drops to the floor, and ALICIA screams.

ALICIA: Sir, I’m sorry for trespassing, the house was abandoned, we were just having some fun-

OFFICER: Quiet girl!

ALICIA (sobbing): Please! Maybe it is against the law, I don’t know, but we don’t deserve death! Upon realising that nothing she says will sway him, she hardens up. This is illegal! You can’t shoot us! I bet you’re not even real police!

OFFICER: On my mark.

ALICIA: You AREN’T with the police, are you? This is illegal! You’re  going to be arrested!

While this is being said, the camera focuses on ETHAN. All other sounds fade so that they become indistinct, and our ears are filled with a high-pitched whining that sounds like ears ringing.

OFFICER: Three!

But ETHAN has noticed something. He raises his head of the ground and looks directly at one of the SOLDIERS. The SOLDIER stares back.

OFFICER (Indistinctly): Two!

ETHAN continues to stare at the SOLDIER.

Because the safety on the SOLDIER’s gun is still on.

The SOLDIER winks.

OFFICER (no longer indistinct): One!

The SOLDIER whirls around and points their gun at the OFFICER, who yelps and turns to point his own gun at the rebel soldier. Camera cuts to ETHAN scrabbling for his gun on the ground. Both of the other two SOLDIERS also whirl, but the SOLDIER ducks and the bullet meant for their head hits the OFFICER instead. The two remaining soldiers raise their guns and prepare to shoot; the SOLDIER covers their head and prepares for death-

There’s a loud crack; or should I say, two loud cracks. The SOLDIERs crash to the ground.

The SOLDIER turns to see both ALICIA and ETHAN, standing with guns raised. There’s a pause.

ALICIA: Oh my God.

The SOLDIER turns back around to look at the three soldiers on the ground. Two are dead; with bullets to the head. The third, the OFFICER, is still alive, but dying, convulsing from the bullet to the stomach.

ALICIA (beginning to shake): Oh my God. Tears run from her eyes and she begins to cry. ETHAN hugs her.

ETHAN: Don’t look, Allie. Don’t- don’t look. But it sounds insincere; he’s still looking, and he’s crying too. (To the SOLDIER). Hey – Hey! Who are you.

The SOLDIER ignores him and kneels next to the OFFICER, gripping his hand.

OFFICER: ...Why?

SOLDIER: I’m sorry, I had to. A tear drips from those two-coloured eyes.

The OFFICER raises a laboured hand to pull off his balaclava and helmet. He is quite young; too young to die.

OFFICER: You didn’t... didn’t have to. N...Nobody does.

The SOLDIER shakes his head.

SOLDIER: You didn’t either. Their eyes drop down to a gold crucifix on a chain around the OFFICER’s neck. God will come for you.

The camera focuses on ETHAN and ALICIA. ALICIA is still in ETHAN’s arms, her face buried in his jacket, but ETHAN looks on with horror.

OFFICER: Am I... Am I going to Hell?

The SOLDIER shakes their head gently.

OFFICER (beginning to convulse): I... He cries. I didn’t want to be... to be evil.

SOLDIER (softly): You weren’t. You weren’t.

The OFFICER convulses.

OFFICER: I’m sorry...

SOLDIER: Shh, it’s okay, you were just following orders.

The OFFICER’s eyes turn to the sky as he convulses uncontrollably.

SOLDIER (singing): You are our Father, you live in heaven, we talk to you, father, you are good...

ETHAN (looking around at the destruction): We need to leave.

SOLDIER (Ignoring him and continuing to sing): You are our father, you live in heaven, we talk to you, father you are good.

ETHAN: Hey, did you hear me?! We need to leave. (To ALICIA). Come on, let’s go. She shakes her head and refuses to move. The SOLDIER continues to sing indistinctly.

ALICIA: Oh God. Oh God. We killed them. We killed them, Ethan.

ETHAN: Come on, we have to get out of here.

ALICIA: I didn’t mean to; they were going to shoot us-

ETHAN: We had no choice, it’s- He swallows hard. It’s okay.

The SOLDIER stops singing abruptly, and stands up.

SOLDIER (gesturing to ALICIA): Is she okay?

ETHAN (nodding): She’s not hurt, but... He trails off and looks down at ALICIA. She’s... fragile.

The SOLDIER nods.

SOLDIER: Not to be insensitive, but we need to move them. They gestures to the fallen SOLDIERS.

ETHAN: Who- Who are you?

SOLDIER: Nobody that you know. They lift the OFFICER up in their arms. There’s a bedroom just in there; we can put them on the bed. It won’t... They scrunch up their face like they’re about to cry. It won’t hide them but it might- it might stop the flies.

Scene 39

The Soldier puts the last body on the bed, and pulls the sheet over their faces. They stand there in silent tribute for a moment, and then leaves, pulling the door gently shut behind him.

Scene 40

The Soldier ushers ETHAN and a distraught ALICIA across the lawn.

SOLDIER: You guys got a car? ETHAN shakes his head. S***. We’ll have to take theirs. They gesture back at the house, and then to the waiting Jeep. Get Alicia in there, I’ll be there in a sec.

ETHAN hurries ALICIA off and the SOLDIER turns to face the house. They pull off their helmet and balaclava to reveal-

It is ARI, still in the SOLDIER’s form. She salutes at the house, a few tears running down her face, and then turns and follows the siblings to the car, climbing into the driver’s seat. The car speeds off.

ETHAN has made sure ALICIA is safe in the back of the car, and now the full reality of what has happened has hit him. He begins to sob uncontrollably.

The camera focuses on the window, through which we can see the white sheet, blank and dimpled by the contours of the SOLDIER’s bodies. And we cut to black.

Scene 41

A second team of SOLDIERS is nearing the abandoned house. It is now morning; the sun’s first rays are just peeking over the trees.

A WOMAN (middle aged, but still fit) is leading the team. She isn’t wearing a helmet, so we can clearly see her face. She motions the squad forward, and they all walk single-file into the house.

Scene 42

The moment they are inside the house, the squad spreads out. The WOMAN leading the squad sees the door to the bedroom hanging slightly open. She walks towards it, her gun raised.

Scene 43

The WOMAN walks slowly walks through the door; upon seeing the sheet, she pales, and runs towards it. She pulls back the sheet to reveal the OFFICER.

They look almost exactly the same; he is a younger, male version of her.

The WOMAN screams, and collapses to the ground. The rest of the SOLDIERS come running in, but there is nothing that threatens her; only her terrible grief.

She begins to sing, and it is a sound of pure misery. A song of mourning.

Scene 44

The song continues as non-diegetic sound as the camera cuts to ALICIA and ETHAN sobbing in the back of the car, and the silent tears on SOLDIER/ARI’s face as well. But she continues to drive, and the car’s headlights cut through the morning like a knife.

Scene 45

SOLDIER/ARI is crouched next to the Jeep, pulling off its license plates. ALICIA and ETHAN are seated some distance away, quietly talking.

SOLDIER/ARI: Got that petrol? ETHAN holds up a gas bottle. Bring that crap over here, let’s light it up. She holds up a match and grins wickedly, but then sobers, a little too fast.

ETHAN nods, and pours the gas all over the car. SOLDIER/ARI chucks a match on it, and they all stand there, watching it burn.

ALICIA: Who... who were they? Those soldiers?

SOLDIER/ARI walks over to her and offers her a hand. ALICIA accepts it and stands up. SOLDIER/ARI immediately drops her hand.

SOLDIER/ARI: Let’s go find a waffle house or something. I’ll explain everything in there.

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Wan High Weeping (Part 23)

It had been such a long time since Azula had left her house for anything other than school; getting ready to do so for the first time in a while had such a bittersweet and nerve-wracking edge. Ultimately, she knew that it would do her well to leave the house. She still hadn’t the drive or energy for it, but being around her father was becoming suffocating, more than it already had been. He had become blunter—and was growing more so as the days flowed on. Among other things, he began to refuse to buy her a new wardrobe. And he was cutting her money off, so she could no longer buy clothing for herself. A small thing, it was, but taxing no less. Most everything in her closet ranged from a little to snug for her to concerningly tight. Physically and emotionally it was growing harder for her to be comfortable in her own clothing. That in itself was one of the many reasons she tried to avoid leaving her house.

 She found something that looked like it would still fit at least decently well. The skirt hugged her hips a little too much for security, but it would have to do, it was almost no different than her school uniform. Perhaps it was a little shorter, but the color—black with a fringe of red sequins—was more flattering. She next pulled a blouse over her arms. It was also black in color and bore the same fringe on the sleeves and at the collar. It pinched and cut unpleasantly into her wrists as she began working with the buttons.

She began to think that this choice in attire was a mistake. Tops with buttons were now on the list of things not to wear. Her fingers trembled as she fastened her shirt the rest of the way. She narrowed her eyes, finding a new thing to fret over as she held her hands in front of her face.

She didn’t know if it was just her kicking herself down again, but she could swear that her hands were swollen. She stuffed them into her pockets and made a hasty retreat from her room. She was already running late.

 Azula could hear her father yelling into the phone, from the sound of it, Mai’s family was wanting to withdraw from, or at the very least, lighten their lawsuit claims. “We’re in this together!” He shouted. “BeiFong Electronics needs to crash.” She could practically envision his dramatic and sweeping gestures. Clearly, the man was already in a pissy mood. She considered, that it probably was a good idea for her to stay away from the estate.

She quickly gathered her keys and purse and slipped outside.

 .oOo.

 “I was beginning to think that you stood me up.” Teo greeted as he sprung up from the park bench.

 “I had to get dressed.” She replied. “I had trouble finding something to wear.”

 He looked her over, she thought that his gaze lingered for too long but she made no comment on it. “You look nice.” He said with a smile. But she couldn’t find it in herself to agree with him. She didn’t like how the skirt showed off her thighs. It took her a moment to come back to the present and realize that Teo was holding his hand out. She looked at if for a moment before deciding to take it. “So, uh, what do you want to do?”

 It had been so long since Azula had been on a date, she struggled to come up with an activity. She had less money for shopping, so she would rather avoid that temptation. She didn’t exactly want to walk around the park; the faint and dizzy feelings were growing worse and more frequent. A dinner date was completely out of the question. “You decide.”

 “Want to go for some pizza, I know a good place.”

 “Absolutely not.” She replied abruptly. With her stomach as painfully empty as it was, she knew that one slice would turn into the whole damn pizza. It wasn’t a visual she wanted to provide Teo with. It wasn’t how she wanted to ruin her good streak. So far she had managed to restrain herself for the entire week, only eating what her father permitted. And the few times at lunch where she had overdone it some, she had purged the damage in a timely manner.

 “Okay, well how about we take a walk on the beach?” He pointed in the direction of the pier. “Though I’m gonna need some help.”

 “Too cold.” She replied.

 “Okay, how about we drop by the mall?” He tried.

 “I didn’t bring my credit card and I don’t have much cash on me.” She lied.

 “We can drive to the amusement park?”

 But she wasn’t in the mood for walking around in close proximity to a bunch of overly excited children and loud noises. Even less so, she fancied the thought of being around so much cotton candy and popcorn and the collection of other wonderful smells that an amusement park teemed with. Besides, she couldn’t imagine that it would actually be much fun for Teo. She was pretty sure that he had suggested it more for her than himself. “I’m not in the mood for an amusement park.”

 “We can stay here and walk in the park?”

 “I don’t know if I feel like walking for a long time…” Now she was just being difficult. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she genuinely didn’t have the stamina nor the right energy for a date. “I think that I should just go home, Teo. Maybe we can do this some other time.”

 His face fell and she was almost certain that he was blaming himself.  And then his eyes lit up again, “I can come home with you!”

 “You don’t want to meet my dad. Trust me.” She grumbled.

 And the light went out again. She didn’t want it to. She didn’t want to lose the one person who seemed to care for her. “We can go to your house.”

 His smile was back. “Yeah! I think that my dad would like to meet you.” He actually looked pretty thrilled. “I don’t think that he believed me when I said that I have a girlfriend. He thought that he was dropping me off to play dungeons and dragons with Haru or something.”

 Azula nodded and led him to her car, where he helped her to help him with getting into the car seat. It was an aspect of a relationship with him that she hadn’t considered; she’d have to learn how to help him with tasks like that. Once he had buckled himself in, she squeezed the wheelchair into her trunk.

 She wasn’t much for conversation, only really speaking to ask him for directions. She caught him staring at her hands, likely taking note of the sores on her knuckles. Suddenly she wanted to make small talk, anything to take his eyes off of her hands.

Her puffy hands.

Why did they look like that?

She winced to herself and tightened them around the steering wheel.

 “Another left.” He spoke, the timing was merciful. But then he asked something less so. “Are you okay?”

 “Yes, I’m fine.” She replied instinctively. She had to be fine. She had to, lest she lose what little control she had. She was famished and her muscles were cramping, even from just a short walk, and all she could think of was food; how much she yearned for it, how she would get it, and how she would get rid of it.

But she was fine.

She had to let everyone think that she was anyways. If she couldn’t do that, if she couldn’t maintain control, couldn’t maintain secrecy, then her odds of getting back on the volleyball team would drop even lower.

 And suddenly she thought that she was letting Teo get too close. He could very well pick up on her habits, see through her excuses. She could swear that he already was.

 “Look for the house with the car shaped mailbox, that’s mine.” Teo instructed and then he returned back to the initial subject. “Are you sure? You seem so, tired.”

 “Yes.” She agreed. “I sometimes think about my brother and that makes it hard to get sleep.” It was only half of the truth. The other half was that her hunger pains kept her up. Her hunger pains and the fear that she’d never make it back to where she had been before her accident.

 She pulled into the driveway and gave herself a moment to muster up the strength to get out of the car. Her entire body felt like jelly, and her head was spinning. She knew that she really ought to eat a decent meal. Eat it and keep it in her body. But her body can’t afford the extra calories. She powered her way through the dizzy feeling. She unbuckled Teo and helped him into his chair, the effort sent her world spinning even further.

Blackness danced on the edge of her vision, she leaned heavily against her car and waited for the feeling to pass.

 “This is what I’m talking about.” Teo noted. It finally registered that his arms were on her waist, he was holding her steady to the best of his ability.

 “Really, Teo, I’m okay.” She insisted, feeling anything but.

 Teo stared at the clock. “My dad won’t be here for another hour.”

She dropped herself onto the nearest couch and curled herself up, clutch a belly that was begging for food.

 “Here, have something to drink.” Teo offered.

 She took the water bottle with desperate hands.

 “I’m worried about you.” He commented.

 “You shouldn’t be.”

 He took her by the wrists and held them up and she was faintly aware that he knew almost exactly what was going on. “Please eat something, Azula.” He was practically begging and it chilled her.

 “I will.” She agreed. And she would. She would oblige and then she would rid herself of the potential damage.

 He made his way to the kitchen and pulled down a box of cereal. “I’m not much of a cook. Do you prefer cereal or toast?”  He asked.

 Evidently, she preferred both and then a good helping of ice cream. At the same time, she preferred nothing at all. So she shrugged, “it doesn’t matter.”

 He handed her the bowl. “And no trips to the bathroom this time.”

 “I always—”

 “Yeah, that’s the problem.” Teo replied and she knew ultimately, that he had her figured out.

 “I’ll eat when I get home, Teo.” He didn’t have to speak for her to know that he didn’t buy it for a moment. “Do you want me to send pictures.” She offered.

 “You’ll just stage them.” Teo replied.

 “I’ll eat after I get back on the volleyball team.” She didn’t know why she was justifying herself to him.

 “If you don’t kill yourself trying…”

 “I’ll be fine. I have things under control.” She replied dryly. Even if she didn’t, she believed that she was, indeed, willing to kill herself in an attempt to ready herself to play again.

 “You can still be on the team.” Teo tried.

 But she knew that she no longer had the skills to land herself a position. Even if she did she doubted that anyone wanted to watch a fat girl play. “Where is your mother anyways? You keep talking about your father but you never mention your mother.” She supposed that, that was something they had in common.

 With a sigh he caved and let the subject change. “She died three years ago.”

 “Oh.”

 What a dismal first date, they were having. Other than a simple acknowledgement that she had heard him, she didn’t quite know what to say.

 “I lose a lot of people. I had a brother too. You know what’s funny?” He asked. “My dad owns a car repair shop. My mom and brother were killed in a car accident. I don’t care how many cars he fixes, he couldn’t fix the one that killed my mom and brother…”

 Azula swallowed a lump in her throat. “Is that how…”

 “No. I was born like this.” He motioned to the wheel chair. “No one really cared about it either, until I started going to Wan High. At my old school, people respected me. They liked me.” He paused. “I miss that.”

 “Me too.” She admitted softly, he didn’t catch it.

 “Now all my dad cares about is running that stupid shop. I keep telling him that fixing cars isn’t going to fix what happened. But he always goes out and does it anyways. It’s like I don’t have a dad anymore either. It’s like he thinks he’ll lose the shop if he doesn’t have it open 24/7.”

 “I wish my father would stay at work longer.”

 “I’ll trade your dad for mine.” Teo jested.

 She took it seriously anyhow. “You don’t want that. You don’t want that at all.” Her mind wandered again. Exactly when had she started fearing and hating her father? She missed the praise and the respect. The positive attention.

All of it had been taken from her because of one simple mishap.

 Teo looked at the clock. “I don’t think you’re going to meet my dad tonight. He should have been home already.”

 “That’s fine.” She wasn’t much of a catch anyways.

 .oOo.

 When she got home she only wanted to sleep. She didn’t know how she was going to keep this up. Teo had put questions and considerations into her mind that she’d rather not think about. But she dwelled upon them anyhow. For the first time, she wondered just how long she would be keeping her habits. Would she be eating little and throwing up for the rest of her life? She thought that Teo just might have been right. Her stomach muscles ached and her knuckles were raw. Between that and the searing burning in the back of her throat she was almost certain that she was breaking her body apart.

 Not breaking it.

Corroding it.

 For all her suffering, she was still no more in shape for volleyball. In fact, it occurred to her that she might just be in worse shape than before. At least when she was eating, she wasn’t so drained. At least when she was eating, her body didn’t cramp up. But when she was eating lost control. When she was eating was risking putting on weight that she didn’t need.

 Azula clawed at her hairline. She couldn’t even recall the last time she ate without feeling guilty for it. She just wanted to put herself in that place again. In a place of comfort and genuine control. Because lately, her cycles were getting worse. She was withholding food from herself with more force and by extension, when she could finally bare no more, her binges were worse.

 At least this time she could pretend that she was in control as she made her way to the kitchen. Earlier in the day she had heard her father talking about how he was going to head over to meet with Ukano about the BeiFong lawsuit. It was an opportunity to finally have a full meal. The full meal that her body had been begging for. It would be okay this time. It would be okay because she had planned for it. She would eat what she wanted, she would purge it, and she would bypass her next meal entirely.

 She picked her way through the pantry, pulling items she didn’t think her father would miss. And that night had made good on her promise to Teo. The floor was a mess of wrappers. Faintly, she wondered if she should send the pics. She laughed bitterly to herself as she wept. Planned or not, she had still lost control and she still felt every bit disgusted with herself.

 That time purging didn’t alleviate the guilt at all.

If anything, as she split her knuckles again, she felt more guilty.

 She heard the sound of the door and hustled to clean her mess of wrappers. She noticed her phone buzz on her nightstand and fretted that it was from her father. But it was Teo. It was only Teo. She wondered what he was doing up so late, but she was thankful for the distraction.

 She was thankful that she finally had someone to talk to, even if she had no intention of bringing up just how deep she had dug herself. At least she knew that the opportunity was there.

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