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Second Chance - Chapter 3

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Warning: mention of blip, death, life support, jealousy, panic attack

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So the problem with taking a long nap, it was hard to fall asleep. It also didn’t help that your stomach was a little upset from dinner. FRIDAY informed you that the common floor had ginger ale and crackers. You sat on the couch with your sketchbook on your lap and crackers next to you. You preferred drawing comics or line art, realism wasn’t your thing. But drawing portraits of people helped you remember them and the memories. You were drawing your mom when she was in the courtroom. It was rare that she let you come with her and watch her do her thing. She was afraid that you were going to be a target if people connected you to her.

You missed her so much and you wished she was here to help you through this. When the doctors came into her room at the hospital and told you your options, it was the hardest decision you had to make. But you knew your mom better than anyone, she was your best friend, and you knew she wouldn’t want to be in a vegetative state. So, she was taken off life support and her organs were donated to help save lives. You whipped a tear from your eye before it fell onto your sketchbook. “Why are you crying in the dark?” A voice laced with a Russian accent asked. You jumped, not expecting a voice. In front of you was a blonde-haired girl wearing sweatpants and a SHIELD training shirt. She was fresh out of a shower; her hair was damp and braided.

“Maybe because I don’t like crying when it’s bright outside,” she shrugged and made her way to the kitchen. You spun around to lean on the back of the couch. The blonde was taking out the leftovers from dinner. “Who are you?” If you were to make an educated guess, she was related to Natasha in some way.

“Your Stark’s kid,” she deflected your question with a statement of her own. “I’m surprised he doesn’t have more of you running around.”

“Probably does,” you said. “I wouldn’t put it past dear old dad,” she placed her food in the microwave and turned to face you, arms crossed against her chest. Her green eyes flickered to the beanie you still chose to wear. “I find it unfair you know who I am and I don’t know you.” She smirked and turned to take her food out of the microwave.

“Where is the fun in that, Stark?”

“Easton,” you corrected her. She raised a questioning eyebrow at you. “I go by my mother’s maiden name since she is the one who raised me and Tony didn’t.” Your mom never spoke ill of the man when you questioned why he was never around. Instead, she told you the truth that she never told him she was pregnant. You stopped asking questions because you didn’t need him. Your mom was all you needed.

“Well, Easton,” she smiled. “It was nice meeting you. Try to get some sleep.” She walked back over to the elevator and stepped inside.

“Sleep tight, blondie,” you sat back down on the couch and focused on your drawing. But you didn’t miss the look of surprise on her face as the metal doors closed. You chuckled, popping a cracker into your mouth. You weren’t worried about the mysterious blonde that got food quickly and left. You figured she was supposed to be here since Tony’s AI didn’t alert anyone or alarms didn’t go off. Now you weren’t an Avengers super fan but you knew of them through the news and research for your comics but you didn’t recognize her. She must be a new addition post the Blip. You sighed, biting the end of the pencil.

You weren’t part of the half of the population that was taken. There was a part of you that wished you were. The car accident happened a few months before the Blip. So you grieved your mom and those you lost. It was hard. You threw yourself into your drawings, and your research, and traveled the world to help others to ignore your grief. It worked. Was it unhealthy? Yes. But you helped a lot of people, wasn’t that worth it?

You cleaned up the crackers and cleaned the glass you used. There was an ache in your bones and you knew it was time for bed.

You were back on the common floor in the kitchen, sipping on coffee and waiting for your oatmeal to be done. You thanked every god that existed that your taste buds still liked coffee. The microwave beeped and you took it out. As you ate it you made a list of things you needed to do before the weekend was over and your doctor appointment tomorrow morning. Your new room was fully furnished even with kitchen appliances so you could donate your furniture except the desk and bean bag in your office. You could put the desk you had in your bedroom or near the window in the living room. The hall closet would be before seasonal clothes, extra supplies, and a few things you kept that were your mom’s. You had a lot of stuff which meant you needed to go through everything and donate the stuff you didn’t need. But you weren’t sure how long you would be at the tower? Was it a permanent placement? Or until you got better, if you got better. You didn’t like to think about that. “How did you sleep?” Natasha asked, walking up to the coffee pot and pouring herself some.

“Okay,” you took a bite of your oatmeal. “I think that nap messed up my sleeping schedule.” You giggled. You couldn’t help but stare at the redhead in front of you, trying to compare features from the blonde you met last night. They had similar eye color and teasing look in their eyes. They even smirked the same.

“You're starring,” Natasha smirked. “I’m sorry but I’m spoken for and I don’t think Tony would like that.” You looked away from her so she didn’t see your embarrassment but a playful smile danced on your lips.

“Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” you looked back at the Black Widow. “Or you're just that mesmerizing to look at.” Natasha groaned, gently slapping you on the shoulder.

“You flirt better than your father, I'll give you that,” you giggled. “Well I was thinking if you weren’t that tired,” she leaned against the counter. “We could borrow a few of Stark’s cars and go to your apartment to get your things. I can bribe Bucky, Steve, and my sister to help.” Sister? Interesting. But you didn’t dwell too much on that.

“Why are you offering to help?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“This can’t be easy,” she stated. “With your diagnosis, reaching out to your biological father, and moving into a new place with new people,” you smiled. It was not easy. “But I bet having stuff you're familiar with can make it easier.” She was right. The bed was comfortable but you missed your mom’s guilt. The walls were bare, missing your photos and artwork.

“Thank you, Natasha.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll go round up the delinquents. Do you need clothes to wear?” You looked down at your sleeping clothes. You could change into the clothes you were wearing yesterday but they were dirty.

“Uh yeah,” you scratched the back of your head. “I wasn’t expecting him to offer me a place at the tower.” It was common practice for you to take an overnight bag when you went somewhere due to your random spots of fatigue. You expected to be back at your apartment by lunch night. Natasha frowned.

“Did you not expect Tony to help you?” The Black Widow asked. You shrugged.

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” you told her. The frown remained on Natasha’s face.

“Wanda will have something for you to wear. FRIDAY, can you inform Wanda to meet Y/n at her room with clothes?” The AI confirmed she would alert the witch. You smiled.

“Thanks again, Nat,” you weren’t expecting this level of kindness from the other Avengers.

“Just tell FRIDAY when you're ready,” you finished your breakfast and cleaned up the dishes. By the time you took the elevator to the floor you were on, Wanda was outside your door with an armful of clothes. You laughed.

“Got enough options?” You teased, opening the door for her. She huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I wasn’t sure what would fit or your style,” she dumped the clothes onto the couch. “So I brought a lot,” she surveyed the mess she created. “Okay, I may have gone a little overboard.” You giggled and started to go through the pile. You settled on a SHIELD shirt, that matched the blonde’s last night, and a pair of black shorts. But a few dresses did catch your eye and you made a mental note to ask her to burrow them. After a quick shower and changing into clothes, you informed the AI that you were ready.

“Miss. Romanoff and company are in the garage,” you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone. “Step into the elevator and I’ll bring you down.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY,” you said, walking out of your room and to the elevator. Once inside, your mind began to race. You leaned back on the metal wall, looked up at the ceiling, and stared at your reflection. Was your apartment clean? You couldn’t remember. It was another effect of chemo - you called it chemo brain. Sometimes you couldn’t remember if you turned off the oven or locked the door. It was why drawing helped so much to pinpoint and focus on specific memories.

So was your apartment clean? Gods, you hoped so. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You tried to push down your anxiety at the thought of 4 Avengers walking into a messy apartment. The elevator doors opened and you saw Natasha, Buck, and Steve next to a moving van and the blonde you met leaning against a red Mustang. The sight made you smile. “Hey Blondie,” her head snapped to you.

“Blondie?” Natasha questioned looking at who you assumed was her sister.

“Easton,” she smirked. “You are the reason I was pulled out of bed.” You rolled your eyes.

“I believe that was your sister,” you tilted your head to Natasha. The three Avengers watched the interaction with confusion all over their faces. “We met last night. She knew who I was but refused to tell me her name so from now until she tells me her name she will be Blondie.” Natasha shook her head with a defeated sigh.

“Ya delayueta (idiot),” she said, hitting her sister’s arm. Whatever she said made Bucky chuckle. It was Russian that you knew but you and Steve looked at each other, the only ones not understanding the language. Her sister frowned, rubbing the spot Natasha hit. “You’ll be riding with my sister,” you huffed. Her name was still a mystery but the blonde looked smug. “We’ll follow you.”

“Sounds good, you smiled, getting into the passenger seat. You didn’t catch whatever Natasha said to her sister before they got into the van. The blonde got with a sigh and turned on the car. “What did she say to you?”

“Put your address in,” she handed you her phone with the maps app already up instead of answering. You did as she asked and plugged it into the charger. “She told me to stop being difficult.” She began the drive to your apartment.

“Difficult?” You didn’t think she was. “Why are you being difficult?” But you were curious why she kept her name a mystery. You couldn’t find much about her online with a quick Google search.

“It’s more fun,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Do you not think so, Easton?”

“Whatever you say, blondie,” you smiled. “Whatever you say.”

You unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped out of the way for the Avengers to enter. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 ½ bathroom. You used your second bedroom as your office and art studio since no one was coming to visit you. You were lucky to afford a place like this on your own and a glance around it wasn’t a mess. Bucky carried in some moving boxes. “So all the furniture is gonna stay beside the stuff in my office. The pots, pans, and utensils will be donated. I guess we’ll pack as much as we can today and I’ll come back another day to finish it.”

“Anything you want to prioritize?” Steve asked.

“My clothes,” you smiled. “As much as I love Wanda’s clothes, I don’t think this is my vibe.” Natasha laughed.

“I’ll handle your clothes.”

“Steve and I will get your furniture from your office,” Bucky suggested.

“And I’ll stand here and look pretty.”

“Ya delayueta (idiot),” you teased. Bucky, Natasha, and the blonde looked at you, mouths open. “I pick up on languages easily,” A quick Google search also didn’t help. “It’s Russian for idiot,” you told the blonde super soldier. Steve smiled, shaking his head with a laugh.

“She’s not wrong.” She gasped, clutching her chest.

“Steve Rogers, how could you?” You smiled.

“I’ll buy pizza if you do some work, blondie.” You said and walked over to your hall closet to get a cooler and some reusable bags. Packing up the kitchen was going to be your job so you could go through the fridge and pantry. Natasha headed off to your bedroom and Steve and Bucky went to your office which left the blonde in your living space. She put a box together and began to take the pictures off the wall. You couldn’t help but watch her. The living room was decorated with pictures and items from your travels and the research you’ve done. She would look at the picture for a little bit before putting it into the box. It was odd, a stranger was going through some of your most prized possessions, packing them up so you could move into the Avengers’ tower. What a strange life you were living.

“So,” you looked at the blonde. “What languages do you know?”

“I’m fluent in English and German but I’ve traveled a lot and I can put up with delicate differences.” She nodded, picking up a handmade mug you got while volunteering in South Africa. You continued to watch her. There was an odd look on her face. You frowned, going back to cleaning out the fridge not wanting to think too much about it.

Yelena walked into the spare room you deemed as your office. The space was cleaned out of a desk, a bean bag, and an art easel. There was something about you that Yelena found intriguing but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She put together one of the moving boxes and began to take the artwork off the wall. They were all line drawings of various sea creatures with watercolor accents. Her favorite was the blue whale with her calf. Once they were safely in the box, Yelena opened the closet. She wondered how you could afford this place on top of your medical expenses. A majority of the stuff was extra art supplies and canvas, all still in their original packaging. But what caught her eye was the flying cabinet. She couldn’t help herself as she knelt in front of it and opened the bottom drawer. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably but Yelena was a spy at heart and her curiosity got the best of her.

She wasn’t surprised that she found more of your artwork but the contents of the pictures were surprising. It was the Avengers in comic book format. The mission they were on Yelena didn’t recognize so she assumed you made it up. The details were impressive. She put the comic back and picked up another drawing. It was a realistic portrait of a woman. Yelena didn’t know her but she saw similar features of you in her. She made the educated guess she was your mother. Natasha called her on her flight back from St. Petersburg and explained your story to her; diagnosed with cancer and the only family you had left was Tony because a car accident killed your mother. It was weird learning about your life through pictures she had to pack. You’ve traveled and seen the world by choice. You had a loving mother and now a father that brought you in without question. Those relationships weren’t brought together by a Red Room mission. She understood the feeling that grew when she saw you. Jealousy. She was jealous. Jealous of a girl who was dying unless she got a bone marrow transplant. It was ridiculous, uncalled for. But she couldn’t help it. Every time she learned something about you, a warm feeling built in her chest and she envied everything. “For a spy, you're pretty easy to sneak up on,” Yelena jumped, turning around quickly. You were standing in the doorway with a playful smile on your face. “Whatcha got there, blondie?” You asked, walked over to her, and sat down. Smiling, you looked at the picture in her hand. “That’s my mom. It was right before the car accident.”

“They never found out who caused it, right?” You nodded, taking the picture from her. Yelena frowned, not liking the sadness radiating from you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone through your stuff.” You placed the photo back where it belonged.

“Don’t worry about it,” you stood up, holding out your hand to help her up. Yelena hesitated (she wondered if you noticed) but finally took it. Your hand was smooth against hers beside the small callus on your finger. “You would have seen them eventually. The pizza is here. I guess you did enough to deserve it.” You teased her. Yelena chuckled, rolling her eyes. She wondered how you kept your heart. It was what Melina said to her and Natasha before the Red Room took them - ‘don’t let them take your heart.’ Life had not been easy for you but you still managed to keep your smile and sense of humor. It was another thing on her list to envy.

“Your evil, Easton,” you giggled, looking back over your shoulder.

“You don’t know half of it.”

FRIDAY told you that Tony was in his lap. You held a box that was decorated in red and gold, tight underneath your arm. In hindsight, you should have known who your father was based on the color of the box but you only saw it once or twice. When the lab door opened, Tony looked up from his workbench. “Hey kid, how was moving out of the apartment?” He asked.

“Good,” you sat down on an empty stool next to him. “I have to go back again but a majority of my stuff is here.” You watched his eyes glance at the box.

“Well, let me know if I can help,” you nodded, tracing the lid of the box with your finger and looking away from him. Tony pulled up another stool. “Hey,” you looked at him. “What’s wrong?” You sighed, handing him the box.

“The letters she wrote to you,” he took the box, eyes wide as he stared at it. “You can read them or not or destroy them. It’s your choice.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, standing up.

“One more thing,” you let out a shaky breath. “I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do-do you want to come?” You were afraid to ask him, unsure of his response. But your mom didn’t allow him to be in your life, you wanted to give him the chance. The ball was in his court. You could tell he was shocked by the invitation.

“Of course. I’ll be there,” you felt the weight leave your shoulders. Since your diagnosis, you’ve gone to your doctor's appointment alone. “Just let me know,” you smiled.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later, Tony,” you left his lap, hearing a ‘see ya’ from behind you. You took the elevator to the floor and into your room. It was a mess, boxes everywhere. You sighed, grabbed your mom’s quilt, and sat on the couch. The quilt belonged to your great-grandmother, who passed away before you were born. She gifted it to your mom when she graduated high school. It was blue and white with stars. You had great memories of you and your mom wrapped in this quilt reading a bedtime story by the campfire. You sighed, falling deeper into the couch and allowing the quilt to keep you warm. The mess could wait and be dealt with another time.

His leg began to shake as he stared at the box still resting in his hand. He felt a panic attack building inside him. It was a long time coming with everything going on but he didn’t have time for it. On shaky legs, he stood up and opened a drawer at his desk pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. It was rare that he drank but he needed something to take the edge off. He picked up the box and sat down on the small couch.

There was a part of him that thought about destroying the box of letters. He didn’t have to know what he missed in the past; he had you now and could look towards the future, no matter how short it may be. No, he couldn’t think like that. He poured his drink. “Tony, your heart rate has elevated. Should I contact Pepper?”

“No, FRIDAY, I’m okay,” he wasn’t sure if he was okay but he opened the box. He wondered if there was an order to the letters. Each one was titled - 1st Christmas, High School Graduation, 5th birthday, and every milestone he missed Jessica wrote him a letter. Tony wasn’t sure how long it took before her words began to blur and he wasn’t making sense of anything. He missed you graduating high school and traveling with Captain Mills to help research how global warming was affecting sharks. He missed all of this because he wasn’t given a choice to be in your life. The beating of his heart was the only thing he heard in his quiet lab. His breathing was erratic as he picked up his full glass and threw it at the wall. The glass shattering startled him as he sat on the ground, back against the couch. He pressed the palm of his hands to his eyes, hoping it would help but it wasn’t. He couldn't stop the growing panic inside of him. It was too much.

Soon he felt fingers running through his hair. FRIDAY must have notified Pepper and he was so out of it that he didn’t hear Pepper enter. “I’m here,” he mumbled. Pepper hummed, pushing some strands off his forehead that were stuck due to sweat.

“That was a big one,” she stated. “Just sit with me, okay?” Tony didn’t have the energy to resist her as he rested his head on her shoulder. The sweet smell of her lavender perfume washed over him. He felt better, felt grounded. His heart rate evened out and his breathing wasn’t as erratic. “Do you want to talk about what triggered it?” She asked softly.

“Later,” he said. “Can we just be?” Pepper nodded, holding him tighter. And they would talk about it later. But for now, they were just Pepper and Tony. Not the CEO of Stark Industries or Iron. Not a mother of 1 and a new father of two. In the quiet and empty lab, they were safe in each other’s arms. Just being Pepper and Tony.

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Out of control 2

Warnings: Yandere

Words: 3k

paring: step-brother Gojo x sister reader

An: I read about such a relationship. And by law, relationships where people are not related by blood are not prohibited. So if yn has a different father and mother than Satoru, and only her mother married his father. They have nothing in common. Such a thing is like strangers to each other, and since they do not have the same genes, such a relationship is not prohibited.

I was asked to write this a while ago on Wattpad. @getosbigballsack, Sorry for reusing this idea😅

You ate your cereal at the table, happily flipping through the sweet, crunchy bits.

You recently returned from school from an extracurricular activity your parents enrolled you in, and your brother returned from his job.

He worked and went to college.

He took the job only to start making money as soon as possible to provide you with a home. A house without your parents. Without someone constantly trying to control you somehow.

To be honest, he preferred it when his Father didn't give a shit about him and didn't spend time at home. Since his old father preferred to run around all day and fuck your mother, he doesn't forbid him. However, your mother still tried to somehow influence your life. Is it because you're still underage? Ever since you arrived at their house, you've been a little afraid to interact with him or his father. However, now your closest person is your oni-chan. Happiness washed over your mother when you found yourself in a new family. But other than that, she knew you'd find it hard to live with people who had nothing to do with you. You come from completely different families. You had a different father. You're not Satoru's sister.

You were supposed to feel happy when you got a room in such a big house. In such a rich house. And you were happy. Your life was about to change dramatically. To move to Tokyo, live in a different house, and live like a very rich family. But you didn't feel anything interesting about looking like everyone else at your school. You didn't care that with your pocket money from your "father" you could go to the most expensive stores in the area and buy designer clothes that others at your school had.

You've stood out enough already. You didn't need school fashion to control you.

You fell in love with your brother, and no one could influence that.

Some girls in your class still think they might have a chance of getting your brother as a boyfriend. They want an older guy who can drive them to the shops, pay for them, and still look good.

When your brother found out, he only said one thing. "I love only you."

You believed him in all this because he truly loved you.

As he pulled his heated tortilla out of the microwave as he passed you, he leaned in to place a kiss on your head.

He placed a plate of his warm food on the table and sat next to you. Reaching for the juice to pour it into the glass he has prepared for you.

"Do you like it?" he asked, watching your jaw move as you munched on the crisps.

"Mmm." You muttered taking another spoonful to your mouth.

"I knew you'd like it. I couldn't find your favourites, so I took these." He smiled and ran his hand through your hair.

You swallowed your food to tell him something.

"You didn't have to buy it." you hummed giving him easier access to stroke your head.

"Don't you like it?" he asked coldly. His smile disappeared for a moment. And in that moment you remembered the existence of his dark side.

But you also love this site. After all, it's part of him.

"I like it! I really like it! But you didn't have to go to all that trouble to get it, nii-chan." You tried to calm him down.

"Trouble? It wasn't trouble for me. Cheering up my little Imoto is something I love to do. So don't think I didn't enjoy it. Besides, I had to buy us some dinner. After all, the old ones are not at home as always." He laughed.

It's kind of sad that his father spends most of his time at his company, and your mother is there with him. Or they go out together. What you don't understand is that they could take you out for the evening as well, but they don't.

Perhaps they both see that you only have the best time with your brother?

"They should be back soon. Do you think they'll be in the mood to sit here with us?" You asked, and your innocence only made his heart beat faster and harder.

You thought so innocently. You were curious whether your parents - ruthless money demons - would want to spend time with you.

Even if Satoru is considered a demon.

Womanizer? The infamous male whore?

He's not like that. Especially because in his heart there is only you. And if he hurt you, he wouldn't even feel the need to live here.

His life would then become empty. And nothing would ever be like before.

He lives to protect you and care for you.

He is in the world only for you.

And now he was just wondering, how had he been able to smile in his life years before he met you?

"How was it at work? Aren't you overwork yourself?" You asked him calmly.

You watched as he popped a mountain of tortilla into his mouth, and bit off a good chunk.

His mouth has always been bigger than yours...

"Hmm?" He grunted, enjoying the taste, but it was also a request for you to explain it more.

You asked so suddenly...

"You go to college, you drive me to school to bring me home later, you take a job. Plus, you're still spending time with me. Isn't that too much?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he put down his food.

"Aren't you tired of doing so much?"

He sighed slowly, and put his elbows on the table. And suddenly he smiled.

"You know I'll do anything to give you the best life, right?"

You nodded. Then he looked at you. His blue eyes so beautiful and happy. You wondered if he had his mother's eyes. Especially since his father doesn't look as good as he does. You never met his mother, and you never will.

"I do it for you. I attend the best college because my father got me a place there. However, it will end soon. I am working to start earning money as soon as possible. To buy a house. For you. For me. So that we can live together without any obstacles."

What he was saying was really a dream... Will your mother even let you go with him?

If he was your real brother, she'd probably allow it.

However, he is a stranger to you who plays your brother.

You're not related at all. You don't even have the same last name.

Your mother has two last names, but for your "good" she decided that even after she took her new husband's last name, you'd stick with your father's last name.

So you are still (l/n).

Would you like to have the same name as Satoru...

But then everyone would want to separate you.

You couldn't be that close because everyone would think you were in an incestuous relationship.

it is not.

You two have nothing in common. Except that your parents are together.

Therefore, you don't have to worry about anything being illegal. He is only two years older than you.

You two could be a couple without any obstacles.

That's the only reason you're glad you two aren't real siblings. Because you can be as close as other siblings can't be.

"Do you think they'll let me?" You asked softly, playing with the flakes floating in the milk.

"Can they forbid you if you grow up?"

"I'm not an adult yet, Toru..."

"Not yet. But you will. My sweet Imoto will grow up someday. And you can do what you want."

"Can I be with you?"

His eyes widened slightly, there were two options for what you said. One thing is whether you can be with him as a sister. And the second is whether you can be with him even closer.

These two options were great for him. But honestly, he preferred the latter.

Cutting off from your parents will be the easiest.

"If you want, little one." He said with a small smile. "Now eat. Everything is to disappear from your bowl."

"That's right, oni-chan." You laughed.

When he sees your smile, it's like it's the only reason for him to live.

It took a good couple of minutes before he came to his senses from looking at you.

"Aren't you eating?" You asked cutely, seeing that his food was on the plate and not in his hands or in his mouth.

"Oh yeah. I just stared. Because you look so cute."

You smiled with a slight blush.

You're used to such compliments from your brother.

Sometimes you wonder if you can call him brother.

By law, you can be in a relationship with him. You don't have the same blood. You don't have the same parents. You are almost strangers to each other. It's just that your parents are married.

However, you have been talking to Him as a brother for several years. But you know that he, as your brother, can't do more for you. That's why you'd rather stop talking to Him like that. And maybe it would turn out that he would like you as something more?

He has told you many times that you can talk to him however you want. So if you talk to him now, maybe he'll clear your doubts?

Maybe he would directly tell you if he would like you as something more or if he just wants to stay with you as his little sister? Because he has a right to have a girlfriend and his own life.

Even if it hurt you, you can't be angry with him.

You love him.

And now he was thinking about something else.

He would like to have you forever.

And as your brother, when you mix together, he won't be able to stop you from looking at other guys.

He would like you to be only his. But he knew that someday you'd be hungry for romantic love from someone. Would you like to have a boyfriend. And you don't have it yet.

Admittedly, he gives you the same thing your boyfriend would give you.

But he didn't know if you would let him closer than he is now. Surely you would let him do something. However, whether you want him or someone else...

He had to keep you for him. He would never let any other man touch you. For someone else to touch you.

Only him.

You are HIS.

And he could repeat it endlessly. Again and again.

You wouldn't have the courage to ask him if he wanted you more than that.

However, he is open to you.

Such questions would be at the beginning of the day.

Questions about your love.

He took another big bite of his food.

And when he swallowed, he looked at the wooden table next to his plate.

Ask or not?

You have to ask.

That's not why he's been telling himself for years that you belong to him.

He didn't show everyone that you belonged to him.

"I have a question for you." He said suddenly, and pushed the plate of his food away.

"Hm? What is this, nii-chan?"

Nii-chan... You say that to him. That's so sweet. But if you called him Toru all the time, or baby, it would be even better.

"You want to live with me forever?"

He was still looking at the table.

"I want so much." you said calmly.

You couldn't read anything from his face.

"We will live together and we will live together." He smiled at you, closing one eye to add to his charm.

You smiled hard.

That was the smile he wanted to see.

A smile that belongs to him.

He will be with you forever.

However...

"But there is one condition for this to happen." he said showing one finger of his hand.

You looked at him innocently. You didn't know what to expect. It was so sweet.

"Oni-chan?"

"There is only one condition you must meet for this to happen. Imoto-chan."

"What is this?"

His smile widened. You really wanted to know what to do to make it happen.

You really are perfect.

"(y/n)-chan..."

You waited patiently for him to say it.

"When you grow up, let's get married."

That way you'll be his forever.

No one can forbid you.

You're not really siblings.

You sat on his lap for the rest of your dinner. In one chair, with his hand around your waist.

Your answer didn't shock him at all.

When you mix together, you'll have his name.

And a ring on your finger.

Even if someone may not like it. You're not doing anything wrong.

His lips were suddenly placed on the side of your neck.

His tiny kiss tickled you.

You started to giggle lightly.

"Toru. Stop. It tickles." You said wrapping your head around his.

"I love you." He said to your skin. And his voice clearly showed that he was smiling.

And suddenly two people appeared near you.

"Satoru? What's going on here?"

You quickly turned your head to the side to see the surprised faces of your mother and Satoru's father.

However, he paid no attention.

His head was still on your shoulder as he held you close to his body.

"Satoru." His father said firmly.

Only then did he look back at them.

He gave them a cold look. If looks could kill, they'd be dead a few times already. However, you can only die once.

When they didn't say anything, he went back to resting his head on your shoulder.

"Satoru, what are you doing here? With (y/n)." He said stepping closer.

"Can't I hug her?" he muttered a bit hostilely. Sometimes his head blocked your view, so you gave up looking in that direction.

"But it -"

"You forbid us to even hug. What about something else. Do you think this is our dream? You wanted to make us happy, didn't you?" He cut him off.

His head on your shoulder didn't move.

"I just want to talk about what's going on here right now. Is the way you two sit a normal position for siblings?"

"We are not siblings. We have nothing in common. We don't even have the same last name. We have nothing that connects us."

"..."

He didn't know what to answer to that.

"Do you think I would let her go? You wanted to send her to boarding school."

What?

Why don't you know about it.

"Satoru, it's not like that–." your mother started but he interrupted her.

"I'm talking to my father. You are guilty of agreeing to everything."

"Son, it's only for your own good. You're an adult, you'll graduate. You'll start working, even in my company. At your age, I already had an arranged marriage with your mother. you should-"

"Should I look for a wife?" he asked mockingly. "Why should I look when I've already found one?"

You felt his grip on you tighten.

"You-."

"You could have prevented it. If you had given her the same last name as mine, this wouldn't have happened. But you didn't want to make such big changes..."

"Satoru –."

"We're moving out in a few days. To the house you bought me, and on my birthday you signed it in my name."

"(y/n)!" your mother screamed.

You looked at her.

If you have anything to say, it's that she can't take care of you. And she makes sure that her next husband doesn't leave her. That's why he doesn't leave Satoru's father a step. And still supports his words. Even if your Father died. Money, power. She loves that about Satoru's father. And they met together so suddenly. Do you believe they fell in love? But will it last...?

Your Satoru didn't want you to say anything.

He will take care of everything.

You didn't say anything. Even though you wanted so badly to get her all those years she left you to be with your stepfather.

You could be grateful for that. Because because she left you at home, Satoru started taking care of you.

"Are you moving out? (y/n)! I am your mother! You are 16 years old! You can't live apart!"

"You can tell she lives with her brother. Or you can say that she lives with her older boyfriend. Or even with your fiancé. I do not care. I just take her with me. You could have prevented it until I started getting involved with my little sister. But now... It's impossible. You can accept it or not. I don't care either. You cannot control us. And you can't forbid me to have it. Besides, for you guys, it'll stay in the family. We will not bring any other people into the family."

Suddenly he stood up taking you in his arms.

"You didn't give her my last name so I'll give it to her." He said as he walked past them as you held onto his neck and he slowly started up the stairs.

____

"O-Oni-chan..." you moaned as he set you down on his bed, hovering over you with a small smile.

"Satoru. Call me Satoru now." he said, suddenly bringing his lips to yours.

"Toru..."

"We're moving out. You see, we'll live together."

"When will I have your last name?" you asked, playing with his hair.

"When you're grown up. The moment you want it. Because you are mine. And for you, everything will become possible. I'll take the stars down for you. I will fulfill your every wish."

And your desire was to live happily with him. Only you.

You pressed him against your neck, causing him to lie on top of you.

And hugging him tight, you wanted to be with him forever. Always only with him.

#jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru

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sssaythenamesvt · 8 months

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Energy Hugs

Main Masterlist | S.Coups Masterlist Paring: S.Coups x Reader Warning: Mentions of Food Genre: Fluff Summary: It's been a long day for your hardworking boyfriend and he gets clingy when he is exhausted.

It was another day as the sunset and the moon rises. I was lucky today yet I cannot say the same for my boyfriend who sent me a signal of distress through text today.

I was a bit worried yet it was not out of the ordinary, after all the world tour is coming soon. I knew he would typically skip meals before, but now I cook and make sure to heat it up once he gets back.

I ate dinner on my own and make sure to prepare to reheat a meal that would go cold. Some days I fall asleep while others I might not cause like today I had to recheck for an important meeting tomorrow.

It was one of those nights where the thoughts won’t leave until every detail is checked and my body would give up. No matter how many times a presentation is checked there could be something I missed and that is normal thus my nightly routine of checking starts.

I turned on the speakers with some soft music to calm my thoughts and checked my work as the room was dim with the light of my laptop shining the material I have grown bored of looking for the past few weeks. The night went on and my eyes were giving up slowly, I cleaned up the stuff I need for tomorrow and got back to the living room to settle, that was until the front door opened.

He stepped in as I approached him, he removed his shoes slowly and faced me as I opened my arms. I knew that meant he had a tough day. Without hesitation, I made my way to him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a warm hug. His arms are around my waist as I rub his back.

I let go to see the dark circles and the exhausted state he was in.

“You go change and I will heat up your dinner.” I smiled as I held his face and he nodded.

He retreated to his room and I went to the kitchen to heat up the food, as I put it in the microwave I got the table ready along with a glass of water. I got back in front of the microwave waiting for the food. Then I felt his arms around me.

“Hey” he said as he buried his head into my neck.

“Hey, food should be ready soon. Go sit and drink some water first.” I said turning to face him.

“Energy hugs first.” he simply said hugging closer.

“Ok love, if that is what you want.” I smiled holding him a little longer.

#svt #seventeen #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt scoups #seventeen scoups #svt choi seungcheol #seventeen choi seungcheol #scoups

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Sugar High

Baker!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: it's 1996, and Eddie has changed his entire life around to become a baker with his own bakery. You are his new baking assistant fresh out of culinary school.

Warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, Eddie is a prick, but he'll soften up soon. Heavy making out, thigh riding. Heavy making out and grinding.

Not proofread. Allow your brain to fix what mistakes were made.

18+minors dni

It was the end of January going into February. You had just graduated culinary school. Quitting your job as a cook in a random diner by your apartment. You wanted to find something more up your alley.

Throwing your coat on as you leave your apartment building. You had a job interview at this bakery almost a mile from your home. The little pastry shop was on a corner across the street from a record store. "Master of Pastries" was in big bright letters on the front . You couldn't miss it even if you tried, you could smell it a mile away. The bakery was run by a man named Eddie Munson. You spoke to him on the phone, and he seemed more than pleased to give you a shot. His former assistant had to relocate after getting married.

Walking up to the glass doors, a wave of fresh baked brownies fill your nose. A woman at the register greets you, and you tell her you're here for the job interview. "Okay, I'll go get my boss. I'll be right back." She goes to the back, and a man with long hair pulled back follows her out. He's wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt with an apron covered in flour. He has frosting on his nose and forehead. He walks over to you and greets you.

"Hi, im Eddie. You must be the one I spoke to on the phone."

"Yes, that's me it's nice to meet you." You smile brightly at him.

He walks past you, and you follow him to the other side of the shop where there are a few tables. He pulls out your chair and jesters for you to have a seat. "So tell me what makes you want to do this type of work?"

"Well, I just finished culinary school, and I'd thought I should try it out."

He nods his head and pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, and lights it up. He picks up your portfolio and smirks to himself. "Have you ever done this type of work before? "

"No, sir, but I'm sure I'll catch on quickly if you just give me a chance."

Nodding his head "Okay you start tomorrow. I want you to hear bright and early. 6:00 am. on the dot."

You look at him, confused for a moment. Why so early? I mean, it's just baking cakes and frosting them. How hard could that be? You think to yourself. He raises his brows to you. "Is that a problem?" He said in a stern tone.

"Oh, uh, no, sir, no problem at all." You said nervously.

He stands up and starts heading back to the kitchen. You grab your portfolio and the other information you provided. The woman at the counter gives you a smile of sympathy. Pushing the door open to head home, you hear the baker call for you.

"Yes?" You paused, stopping midway through the door.

"Don't be late. I hate tardiness." His tone still stern

Nodding, you rush out the door and practically run back to your apartment. The moment you made it through your door, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Why is he kind of an ass? You think to yourself. You never have had such an awkward experience in your life. How can a man who bakes sweets for a living be kind of a dick? The interview only lasted for a good five minutes. Your phone call lasted way longer than that. He seemed so friendly and sweet on the phone. The man you met today was nothing but short and stern.

Going into your kitchenette, you pull out a frozen TV dinner and plop it in the microwave. You have a masters degree in culinary arts, and you're currently eating a hungry man meal you frown. The microwave beeps pulling you from your thoughts, and you peel the plastic off the top.

Taking a bite of the bland mashed potatoes, you chuck the whole thing in the garbage. You don't have much of an appetite knowing you'd have to deal with him tomorrow. Deciding to just go to sleep instead since you know it's going to be an early morning for you anyway. Hopping in bed, you pull the covers over your head and try to drift off.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

Your alarm clock set for 5:00 am startled you awake. You groan with a whine rubbing your eyes. You try to get dressed as quickly as you could not wanting to be late on your first day.

Rushing out the door and heading to the bakery. You always know when you're close. The sweet smell of sugar and vanilla floats through the air. The only pleasant thing about your day so far is the smell of his baking.

You finally made it to the shop and rushed inside. Your hair is still slightly damp, so the cold morning air niped at your skin a little harsher. He hears you come in and rounds the corner from where he was in the back. He walks over to stand before you and helps take your coat. "You're late." He said, pointing to the giant clock on the wall. The clock reading 6:02 am.

"I'm only two minutes late." You tried to defend yourself.

Eddie looks at you, rolling his eyes and walks to the back. You decide to follow him since it's just the two of you here. The woman at the register won't need to be here a couple more hours. You stand in the doorway, watching him rush around the small kitchen. You wait for some kind of instructions from the man who hired you.

"You just gonna stand and watch, or will you help me out here?" He asked as he was whipping icing.

You started getting nervous, "I'm sorry, um, where do I start?"

Eddie sits the bowl down and rolls his neck. He is clearly annoyed by you for some reason. The question you asked was a valid one. He knows you've never worked this type of job before, so a little guidance would be much appreciated.

"You can start by making the cream cheese icing for the cinnamon rolls." He pointed over to the mixer, and you pulled your hair up and observed the machine.

"I'm not sure exactly how to make that." You were hesitant to speak. His brash and shortness were getting the best of you.

He looked his shoulder at you while he still whipped the icing in his bowl. "You just add that bowl of butter cream icing and half a block of cream cheese."

Nodding your head, you put the icing and cream cheese in the electric mixer and whip it up. Hopefully, this will be a lot easier than you originally thought. Maybe he's just been under too much stress since his other assistant left. This job couldn't possibly be as hard as he's acting like it is. Yes, you went to culinary school. You didn't study baking, but it looked to be the easiest. He comes over to you and startles you when he turns the mixer off and snatches the bowl away from you.

"If you keep that mixer going for too much longer, we'll both be covered in icing." He said he as he brushed past you and put the bowl in a large fridge.

You shake your head. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought."

He walks past you again, and you look to see what he's been doing. He made small creme puffs with strawberry slices in the shape of hearts going around the side. They were cute, and you guess he's getting ready to start making desserts for Valentines Day.

Eddie eventually assigned you to just make the icing and lady fingers. That's all you did was create icing and those dumb cookies. Sometimes, you'd sneak one when he wasn't looking.

A week goes by, and Eddie is still very short with you. He would make a task list for you to do along with the time of the day to do them. The place was busy all times of the day. You never knew how one small bakery could attract this many people. You would see him go out and greet the customers. He was so friendly to them. He would make small talk with the men and flirt a little with the women.

You always thought why he was so rude with you. If he didn't acknowledge your existence, he was giving you a backhanded compliment. For instance, when he asked you to make lady fingers for the first time. He walked over to you and picked one up. He seemed so proud at first.

He smiled, and you hoped this would get him to ease up on you. He took a bite. "Wow, you know we could give these out to the retirement home up the road."Those people love soggy bland food."

The smile on your face dropped, and you tried your best to hold back tears. You really thought you did something right this time. Apparently not he dismissed you for your lunch break, and you walked to a local coffee shop and cried in their bathroom. Your eyes were puffy and red.

You were late from your lunch break that day. You didn't want him to see that you had been crying for almost an hour. Making your way back to the kitchen, he said nothing to you about being late. You snatch up your task list and try to finish them up as quickly as possible, counting down the hours until it's time to go home.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

A week and a half goes by since that incident. Valentines Day was right around the corner, which made Eddie more busy than usual. Everything he made was in the shape of a heart and strawberry flavored. The thought of cutting more strawberries for the day made you want to chuck yourself through the window. The pink balloons and heart streamers he made you put up while he dipped strawberries in chocolate. Eddie wasn't as rude to you as he was before. He's still not nice, but he's not as mean either.

In the kitchen, you once again tried to spark up a conversation. "What made you want to do this work?"

Without looking up from where he's dipping the thousandth strawberry of the day. "I decided to do it when I got out of jail." He said with the most monotone voice you ever heard.

"You know your performance would be so much better if you focused on what you're doing instead of me." He hid his smirk.

Walking over to the oven to take out the batch of brownies he made thirty minutes ago. "YoU kNoW YoUr pERFoRmAnCe," you mimicked, walking past him with the tray of brownies.

He glances over back to you. " You say something?" Your eyes go big, and you shake your head rapidly "nope I didn't say anything." You laugh to yourself at the little joke you made at his expense.

Two days before Valentines Day, Eddie had you staying late with him to help finish up the special made items. He would allow a number of people to order custom-made pastries for the holiday. Meaning you were stuck in the back with him for longer than you'd like.

The other employees long gone, leaving just the two of you in the bakery together. You learned the hard way not to spark up an innocent conversation to break the silence. Now the silence was nice because anytime he opened his mouth, something foul came out of it. He would either insult your intelligence or your baking skills. You keep telling yourself this is just for experience on your resumé. You won't be here forever. You just need the credentials. Once you're here for a year or two, it's goodbye, Eddie, forever.

You hear the clock chime letting you know a new hour has struck. You glance at your watch, and it reads 7:00pm. The bakery closed almost two hours ago.

"Eddie, can I go home now?" You ask him. You had to even muster up the courage to even speak. You see his muscles in his back tense.

He decided to swap out his usual fitted black t-shirt with a black tank top instead. The chain around his neck glistened under the fluorescent lights. His tattoos a little faded but cover most of his arms. You notice a large back tattoo peaking out from his tank top. If he wasn't such an asshole you would think he was cute. Hell, you'd think he was hot because he was. His attitude towards you completely killed that thought.

Eddie sighed, "Go on and head home. It's dark out, so be careful."

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, " you mumbled and practically ran out the door.

Rushing out the door and to your apartment. The sun had already set two hours ago, and you definitely didn't want to run into any trouble. Rounding the next corner, you finally made it to your apartment building. You climb the stairs at full speed, practically skipp over a few on your way up.

Throwing yourself on your bed, you groan and rub the bottoms of your feet. Falling back, you let sleep take over your aching body. Next time, Eddie wants you to stay hours past the time you leave. You're gonna put your foot down and tell him no. Your phone startles you awake, and you look over at the clock by your bed.

The red numbers make your eyes sore and it reads 1:00 am. You haven't even been asleep, but for a few hours. Who the hell could be calling you at this time of night. Picking up the phone, you hear Eddie curse on the other line.

"Hello?" You answer with a raspy voice.

"Oh hey, look, I'm sorry to be calling so late. I need your help over here." He made a nervous chuckle on the other end.

"Um, sure, I'll be over as soon as I can." Your voice still raspy from sleep.

"No, I'll come get you it's late out." There was a pause for a moment. "Your voice sounds cute like that"

Shaking your head, you are wide awake now. Did the man who was annoyed at your very existence just compliment you? Ignoring his little compliment, expecting him to insult you soon. "Yeah, okay, you know where I stay."

Only a few minutes pass, and you hear a knock at your door. Opening it up reveals Eddie with two cups of warm coffee in his hands. He gives you an apologetic smile and hands you one.

Heading to his car, he opens the door for you to get in. The car ride was short and slightly awkward. This time, he tried to make small talk while you had a short answer reply. Not that you didn't want to talk to him. You were just a little nervous he'd insult you if you said something he didn't like. He'd make a joke and laugh slightly, looking over at you for a reaction.

You just kept your eyes out the window, looking at scenery passing you by. After a few minutes, he gives up trying to talk to you and just turns on the radio. He looks over at you and frowns slightly. Was he really so hard on you that now you seem scared to even be around him? He thought to himself as "Love fool" by the cardigans softly plays in the background.

Pulling up to the bakery, you quickly unbuckle yourself and practically run inside. Eddie was going to open your door, but it seems you couldn't bear to sit in that car with him any longer. Your heart was racing, and your hands were shaking a little. He made you nervous.

Everything you did was always wrong. He was never nice to you most days, and on the days he rarely spoke to you is when you considered him nice. Now, all of a sudden, he's telling you to be careful and buying you coffee. Heading to the kitchen, you throw your apron and lean against the steel counter, crossing your arms. You wait for his instructions and what little insult he'll throw at you next.

He walks in and smiles to you. Shaking his head at the attitude you're giving him. He knows it's late and he didn't want to call you in but these orders need to be finished by the morning.

"Come over here." He beckons you. Pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to him.

"I need you to help sprinkle powder sugar on all of these." He instructed

Nodding, you pick up the sifter and start putting the powdered sugar on the pastries. Eddie was standing next toyou stirring chocolate sauce he made for the eclairs. Every once in a while, he'd bump you or brush against you.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose now. He'd walk past you and put his hand on the small of your back or grab your elbow. Sometimes, you could have sworn he glanced your way and smirked. He was acting strange, and you wonder if it's sleep deprivation or the sugar rotting his brain.

You got lost in thought again and accidentally got powdered sugar all over Eddie. He stops what he's doing and closes his eyes.

Sugar covers most of his face, and you cover your mouth to hide your laugh. "You did that on purpose."

"I didn't, I swear." You tell him as you try your best to hide your laugh from him.

Without warning, Eddie throws powdered sugar on you. That quickly killed your laugh, and you gasped. Now it was Eddie's turn to laugh at you. Only he wasn't hiding his laugh like you were. He did that on purpose, where yours was an accident. The old you probably would have ran off and cried by now.

The current you took some leftover icing and wiped it down his face. He stopped laughing and went to grab you. You tried to get away, and both of you were giggling like maniacs covered in powdered sugar and icing. He holds you by the middle of your waist. Both of his arms engulf around you, and you wiggle to get free.

Eddie turns you around and looks in your eyes for a moment. He bends down, and his plush lips brush yours softly. He lightly pecks at your lips before his tongue brushes your lips. He hums in your mouth at the taste of you. The icing on his face is smearing on yours now. Your tongues danceing together. Eddie puts both of his hands on the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

You go to grab his forearms, and he bit your lower lip softly. Your knees feel weak as he continues kissing you passionately. He pulls away, and both you gasp for air. He brushes his nose against yours and kisses the side of your mouth before going to your jaw. He makes his way down your neck sucking and licking at the tender flesh.

You moan as he attacks your sweet spot below your ear. Backing you up against the wall, he puts holds your wrists with one hand above your head. He moves his knees in between your legs. His thigh right up against your sex, and you can feel a wet patch forming through your thin cotton shorts.

Eddie unties your apron and takes it off you, letting go of your writs for a moment. He grabs a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on his thigh while he still attacks your neck. You move your head more to the side to give him better access. He bites down and sucks a little too hard, making you cry out. His hands on your hips start to move you faster against his leg and your knees buckle. He stops his attention from your neck to bring it back to your mouth.

This time, his kiss was sloppy and wet. His tongue is prodding in your mouth with desperation with yours. You can feel a tightness in your core building up. Throwing your hands around his neck, you grind harder on his thigh. Just as you were about to come, the timer on the oven goes off. Eddie stops what he's doing and throws his head back.

"Fuck." He muttered and his jaw clenches for a moment.

"We gotta finish these up," He said, putting his forhead against yours.

He moves away and goes over to the oven to take the cake orders out and let them cool. You're still by the wall panting with an ache in between your legs. Putting your apron back on. You and him still covered in a mess of frosting and powdered sugar. Eventually, both you finish up the cake orders for Valentines Day coming up. You hope tomorrow won't be too awkward for you both. Maybe he'll forget this whole thing happened.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #my writing

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thewidowsghost · 8 months

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Running Out of Time (Maggie Sawyer x Danver!Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

hi if you still write for maggie sawyer, would write a fic about the episode Alex gets kidnapped but it's r instead of Alex thanks

"You don't have to hurt anyone," a police officer says into her phone. A line of police cars is lined up outside a bank. "No one is making you do this. You're choosing to do this. You and your friend chose to go into that bank. You chose to take those people hostage. But you know what? You can choose to put your guns down. You can choose to let those people go. You can choose not to hurt anyone."

"Look up!" a man yells. "Up in the sky!"

There is a sound of glass smashing and the crowd behind Detective Maggie Sawyer.

"Hey, not even Pretty Boy Floyd got to meet Supergirl," Kara Danvers says, hauling two of the goons out of the bank. "It'll be a fun story to tell your roommates in jail!"

Maggie walks up to Kara, tucking her phone into her back pocket. "Supergirl . . ." Maggie says and Kara rests her hands on her hips, exhaling sharply. "I almost had him . . . "

"And I got you over the finish line!" Kara says brightly. "And just in time for dinner. I'll see you later."

. . .

The smoke alarm beeps and (Y/n) Danvers waves a towel around. "Thanks," her older sister says, handing the delivery man a twenty.

"(Y/n), the first time I tried to microwave macaroni and cheese," Mon-El says, "they had to evacuate three city blocks."

(Y/n) glances amusedly at her older sister's boyfriend.

"That's an exaggeration, but Ihave seen less terrifying nuclearing explosions.

"Well, I like pizza better than paella anyway," Maggie says, opening a box of pepperoni, glancing affectionately at (Y/n).

"Yes, me too," (Y/n) agrees.

Kara opens a box of Hawaiian pizza. "I love ham and pineapple!"

"Thank you. It totally shouldn't work, but it totally does," Mon-El agrees with Kara. "How's my girlfriend, guys, huh?"

Kara chuckles. "What?"

"Bank robbers, zero," Mon-El talks through a mouthful of pizza. "Supergirl, two. What do you even need cops for in this city?" he chuckles.

A dangerous look lights in Maggie's eyes, and Alex and her girlfriend Lena exchange a glance.

"He's from a different planet," (Y/n) says, resting a hand on Maggie's knee. "He doesn't even know what he's saying."

"No, he's right," Maggie says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why bother trying to talk a guy down when Supergirl can just swoop right in and force him down?" she looks over at Kara. "Seventeen hours of 'What do you want, how can I help you?' good old-fashioned hostage negotiation wasted."

"You're not upset that I caught the bad guys and got everyone out safely, are you?" Kara chuckles, pushing her glasses back up onto her face. No, Kara didn't have to wear her glasses, everyone - even Lena knew because Alex did not want to start her relationship off with the Luthor on a lie.

"I would've gotten them to free the hostages," Maggie says.

"Maybe," Kara shrugs. "But they're in jail now, where they can't hurt anyone. That's all that matters."

Lena glances over at (Y/n), whose eyes had widened slightly.

"Unless they use the Supergirl defense," Maggie says, leaning forward.

"The what?" Kara asks.

"It's a think some criminals use to get their charges dropped," Lena offers.

Maggie nods. "It's a perfect storm for a defense attorney. Excessiveforce, evidence contaminated by debris, vigilante justice . . ." Maggie trails off, meeting Kara's gaze.

"'Vigilante justice?'" Kara echoes. "I stand for hope, and help, and compassion! I did what I had to do to get those people out of there."

"I think what Maggie's trying to say is that what you do is amazing when we're up against . . ." (Y/n) begins.

"A giant purple monster or a half-cyborg murderer, sure," Maggie interupts, and (Y/n)'s hand falls to Maggie's knee again. "But, most of the time, police work requires a more delicate touch."

"Delicate?" Kara echoes again.

"Yeah," Maggie replies. "You broke one guy's arm and you gave another one a concussion. And that was after you knocked in the roof of a National City landmark." (Y/n) stops trying to interrupt when Maggie scoffs, "And now, it has a big, Supergirl-sized hole in it."

"A thousand things could've happened from the time of your call to the hostages walking out," Kara says, glaring at Maggie from across the table. "Maybe, yeah, sure, I broke some walls, but I got everyone out of there safely, and that is a win."

"Well, you should've asked. But you never look before you leap," Maggie replies, a tight frown spreading across her lips.

"Because I can fly," Kara replies, leaning back in her chair.

"Okay," Maggie scoffs again, looking away. Maggie meets Lena's gaze, and Lena flashes her what seems to be a sisterly glare.

Mon-El clears his throat. "Well, as being something of a superhero myself, I can say that sometimes it's better to punch, than, than to talk."

(Y/n) lets out an inaudible groan, pressing her hand to her forehead, trying to quell her quickly growing headache.

"Sometimes," Kara throws her napkin on her empty plate, "talking is more hurtful than punching. Obviously, I've upset you, Maggie. I'm gonna go."

"No, Kara, don't do that . . ." (Y/n) says, Kara having stood up from the table.

"No, it's fine." Kara says, pushing (Y/n)'s comment aside. "Than/k you. Thanks for dinner."

(Y/n) gets up from the table to follow Kara, Mon-El in front of (Y/n).

"We're gonna go," Alex says, she and Lena also getting up from the table. Alex gives her youngest sister a hug before she and Lena Luthor leave (Y/n) and Maggie's apartment.

(Y/n) turns to face Maggie. "I know you're upset about earlier, but I really . . . " she pauses. "I just really want you and Kara to get along."

"Kara and I get along great," Maggie says, meeting (Y/n)'s tired gaze. "It's Supergirl that I sometimes have trouble with."

"Okay, just keep trying," (Y/n) takes a step forward. "Okay?"

"Okay, for you," Maggie replies. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks as (Y/n) strides towards the door.

"To catch up with Kara and tell her to try too," (Y/n) throws on her jacket. "But she's just as stubborn as you." (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes gleam with affection for a moment.

. . .

"Kara. Hi," Maggie walks up to Kara at Catco.

"Maggie," Kara nods. "Is everything okay?" she asks, the two walking towards Kara's desk.

"Yeah, I was just looking for (Y/n)," Maggie replies, "wondering if she checked in with you."

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks Maggie.

"I did," Maggie replies, "but she left to catch up with you after you left. What, she didn't stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara answers, turning to look at Maggie with a concerned look on her face. "Maybe she went to the DEO?"

Maggie shakes her head, "Alex said she didn't check in last night or report this morning."

"Huh . . ." Kara's eyebrows knit and her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved," Kara shows Maggie her phone, which had (Y/n) as the caller ID. "(Y/n)?" Kara answers the phone.

"Hello, Kara Danvers," a man, definitely not (Y/n), answers.

"Who is this?" Kara asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Well, the real question is, who are you?" the man replies. "Everyone around you thinks you're just a mild-mannered reporter. But I know the truth."

"What do you want?" Kara questions.

"I have your sister," the man replies.

"You're lying," Kara says, terror spiking in her.

"I'm not," Kara's phone vibrates and she pulls her phone from her ear. Maggie comes to stand at Kara's shoulder. The two look down to see the image of the body of a motionless figure lying on the floor of what seems to be a glass box.

"A man named Peter Thompson is serving a life sentence in Albatross Bay Supermax. You will free him within the next thirty-six hours or your precious baby sister will die. And I know you can, because I know . . . You're Supergirl."

. . .

(Y/n) blinks dazedly, weakly raising her head.

Noticing her surroundings, (Y/n) pushes herself to her feet.

"Hello?" she calls.

Electricity buzzes around her, and (Y/n) presses her head to the glass of her enclosure, breathing heavily.

"I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she croaks. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me." (Y/n) glares up into the camera at the corner of the cell. "And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt." (Y/n) totters slightly on weak legs. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now."

Fear spikes in (Y/n) when she looks around the container. Three of the walls and the floor are made of cinder blocks, the ceiling of a chain-length fence, and the front wall made of glass.

. . .

"So, this person who says they've kidnapped (Y/n)," J'oon says, everyone gathered in the main debriefing room of the DEO, "what did he say on the call."

"H-he said he would kill (Y/n)," Kara says, pacing back and forth in front of the round table, "if I didn't break PeterThompson out of Albatross Bay."

Maggie and Alex are leaning heavily against the table. Lena and Winn Schott are standing off to the side, talking in whispers.

"He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Kara goes on, and Lena and Winn stop their conversation, their widened eyes falling on Kara. "He's targeting (Y/n) because she's my sister," Kara goes on.

"But why (Y/n)?" Alex questions, straightening herself. "He could've also chosen me. Why go for her?"

"I don't know," Kara replies, shaking her head.

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring (Y/n) home?" Mon-El questions.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon replies.

"But this is (Y/n)," Mon-El faces J'oon.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates," J'oon argues, a pained look in his eyes. "Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants, it doesn't guarantee he'll release her," Maggie says. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd learned (Y/n) had been kidnapped. "She's his insurance."

"All right, people,let's get to work!" J'oon booms, and everyone scrambles around. He walks over to Winn, who had sat down at his computer. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?" he questions.

"No," Winn shakes his head, "it's been offline since ten'o'clock last night." Winn shakes his head, furiously typing on his keyboard. Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks Lena.

"We're nowhere," Lena plops down into a spare computer. "The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal." Her accent had thickened with her worry for the youngest Danvers.

"You guys listen, we gotta move," Winn turns around to address all the agents.

"All right, let's start with what we know," Alex says, rising from her chair.

J'oon nods, "If this guy knows you're Supergirl, we just that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says. "Who knows your secret?" he questions.

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, Alex, Lois, Lucy, the DEO, James . . ." Kara trails off, trying to think of a few more. "Lillian Luthor," she glances unsteadily at Lena, but Lena meets her gaze steadily.

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with Cadmus?" Lena asks, coming to stand around the table.

"No, I already checked," Winn replies. "There's nothing."

"Then you're asking the wrong question," Maggie supplies, and the others look at her. "We don't know where (Y/n) was taken, we don't have a crime scene, we don't have any physical evidence. They've clearly been planning this for a while. Whoever took (Y/n) is a ghost who doesn't want to be found."

Kara's head rests in her hands. "Then what's the right question?" she questions.

"Who is Peter Thompson and what does he mean to our ghost?" Maggie says, and the others nod.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw and Alex Danvers, FBI. This is Detective Sawyer from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

Maggie throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting Maggie's brown eyes. Maggie takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," Alex says, "being in here all by yourself."

"You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" J'oon questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling Maggie a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers ..." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," Alex says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on her sister's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring Alex and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find (Y/n) faster," Maggie tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at Maggie for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

"Hey, we got something," Lena's voice comes from the speaker.

"What?" Kara asks.

"I scanned the visitor logs for Peter Thompson," Winn's voice comes from the speaker this time, "over the past three years. They're pretty sparse, except for one name that keeps popping up."

"Who?" Kara asks.

"Doesn't matter, it's a fake name," Winn replies. "I pulled some security footage and, baby, I ran that facial recognition software. Thompson has a son."

"But we checked, he doesn't have any relations," Kara replies.

"Well, apparently, there's a lot of family drama," Winn says. "Thompson's name isn't even on the kid's birth certificate. And I only figured this out after I cross-checked the name with the court transcripts. The kid spoke at Thompson's sentencing, and his name is . . . Rick Malverne. He has a house an hour outside the city."

"Malverne. Why does that sound so familiar?" Kara says aloud and Alex stares at her sister.

"He went to high school with us," Alex snaps her fingers.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with (Y/n) projected on them.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "(Y/n)!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"(Y/n)!" Kara croaks. "(Y/n)!"

"Kara, is that you?" (Y/n) calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" (Y/n) places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" (Y/n) asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for (Y/n)."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

. . .

"He looks normal," Winn says, watching as two DEO agents lead Rick Malverne into the interrogation room.

"He was nice in school," Kara says, crossing her arms.

"He used to carry (Y/n)'s bookbag," Alex agrees. Lena raises an eyebrow and Alex shrugs.

"Why is he doing this to her?" Kara wonders aloud.

"I tried reading his mind, but he seems to be blocking me somehow," J'oon says.

"Let me in there," Maggie turns to J'oon. "I can talk to him."

J'oon considers Maggie for a moment before he nods. "All right."

. . .

Maggie sits down in a chair across from Malverne, Kara and Alex framed in the doorway.

"Detective Sawyer," Malverne considers Maggie, leaning forward slightly. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" Maggie crosses her arms.

"Of course," Malverne smiles, leaning back in his chair. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching (Y/n). Preparing. I know everything.

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara asks, crossing her arms.

"The day at the beach," Malverne replies, meeting Kara's eyes. "Before you started wearing glasses.

"Hey, Rick," a young Alex greets a young Rick Malverne, Kara and (Y/n) standing behind her. (Y/n) was gently explaining things to Kara in a low voice.

"A bunch of us are heading to Swan Beach after school," Rick says, resturing towards the direction of the nearby beach. "You and (Y/n) wanna come?" Rick smiles over at the two year younger (Y/n).

"Back then," Rick says, pulling Kara and Alex from the memory, "I had no idea that (Y/n) would end up playing for the other team, so to speak."

"You're new sister is kinda weird," Rick says, gesturing to a young Kara who was looking up at the sky with wide, amazed eyes. A young (Y/n) rests her hand on Kara's shoulder, looking amused.

"Then there was a crash," Malverne goes on.

Kara charges to a car, pulling a woman and a baby from the burning wreckage.

The rest of the kids run up the hill to see a young woman hugging Kara with one arm and cradling her baby with the other.

"And her older sister walked away without a scratch. People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . . "

"But you didn't believe that," Maggie finishes, meeting Malverne's gaze steadily.

"I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing," Malverne glances over at Kara. "And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." he chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Alex asks, leaning forward. "I remember when (Y/n) and Alex had the chicken pox, and I was eating lunch by myself. You came and sat with me.

Rick chuckles. "I was fourteen. And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family you three had." Maggie stands up from her seat.

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks, unfolding her arms. "You have no idea what either of my sisters sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

Malverne straightens in his seat, fixing his eyes on Kara. "Why, because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises! Do you know what it's like to have your mother tell you you're garbage every single night? A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A dad my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved away from Midvale. And even though he was already struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," Maggie says, leaning against a wall, her arms crossed. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Malverne replies, leaning back in his seat. "And now I'm gonna rescue him just like he rescued me. Alex shifts uncomfortably, leaving the room without another word. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Malverne is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Malverne to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" Maggie's voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Malverne and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" he asks. Maggie frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which of the three of you loves her more. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," he sneers and Maggie swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the three women go to leave the room, Maggie pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Malverne grins.

Both Kara and Maggie leave the room. "I'm giving him one more minute, then I'm going back in there," Kara says.

"No," Maggie replies.

Alex straightens from where she'd slumped against the doorframe.

"Let him sweat it a little. We got what we wanted," Maggie reasons.

"What?" Kara questions, looking down into Maggie's eyes. "All we know i show he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," Maggie says. "Thompson is the key to getting (Y/n) back."

Kara's angry eyes seems to extinguish as she considers Maggie's words.

. . .

An hour or so later, Maggie leads Peter Thompson into Malverne's interrogation room.

"Ricky," Thompson says, walking towards his son.

"Dad," Malverne gets up from his seat.

Thompson pauses before moving to hug his son. "All that time inspiration, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," Maggie says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where (Y/n) is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Malverne says.

"You think we're stupid?" Maggie questions. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

Maggie shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Malverne says.

"What?" Maggie asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Malverne says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Malverne sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," his expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Malverne pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to Maggie and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Malverne says as he gazes a Maggie and J'oon. "And counting."

Maggie closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

(Y/n) looks around her containment module. Her eyes narrow as she looks up at the camera.

(Y/n) pulls off her jacket and belt. She climbs up, pulling the camera off the wall.

"Okay," she breathes, having taken apart the camera.

(Y/n) bites down on the end of her belt, snaps a card from her wallet, and pulling down the shoulder of her shirt. She whimpers as she digs the sharp end of the card into her shoulder. (Y/n)'s teeth bare down on the belt, her chest heaving as she finally pulls her tracker from out of her shoulder.

(Y/n) spits out the belt, her chest heaving. "That sucked," (Y/n) grumbles, blinking back her tears. She connects her tracker to the camera after pulling out a few wires.

. . .

"I just got a software update request from one of our trackers," an agent says, peering at the computer screen. "System's not recognizing the IP address."

"She's a little genius!" Winn says. Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found (Y/n). I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-El, Alex, and Lena - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

Kara runs over to the door where she finds Maggie sitting at the table across from Malverne.

"Maggie. Winn found (Y/n)," Kara says, and Maggie turns to look at Kara. Alex is framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with hope.

"What? How?" Maggie asks, getting up from her chair.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, glaring at Malverne. "Let's go," Kara turns and marches towards the door.

Maggie pauses, turning to study Malverne.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Malverne says, his gaze flicking between the Danvers' sisters and Maggie.

"You're delusional," Kara turns to face Malverne. "The second we get back here with (Y/n), you're going to prison with your dad."

Malverne shrugs, looking at the table in front of him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Kara strides the room, but Alex and Maggie study Malverne.

Maggie and Alex runs out of the room. "Watch him," Maggie tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," Maggie tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," she tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with Maggie at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," Alex adds. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to the two. "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," Maggie retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, (Y/n) would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" Maggie says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO, Alex running after her.

Maggie swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Alex and Kara smash through the roof of a warehouse, and (Y/n) hears the thump on the ground. Kara lets go of Alex's arm.

(Y/n) scrambles to her feet. "Kara! Alex!" she shouts.

"(Y/n)!" both the sisters yell.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over, pulling a sheet of metal off the floor.

(Y/n) hears the noise and looks around hopefully, but she doesn't see anyone coming to her aid.

All Kara and Alex see is a laptop and a countdown clock. The words, NOW YOU HAVE FOUR is spray-painted onto the wall.

"Four? What . . ." Kara asks, but there is a rapid beeping from the clock and the time now reads 4:00:00.

There is a grinding noise, and water begins spraying in from one of the pipes.

The twoolders Danvers' sisters watch, terrified as their sister looks frantically around.

(Y/n) grabs her jacket from the floor and presses it to the pipe, hoping to stop the flow of the water.

. . .

Kara and Alex march through the door of the interrogation room, Kara's fists balled. Alex sets the laptop on the table, opening it and turning it towards Malverne.

"Where is she?" Kara crosses her arms.

Malverne shrugs. "I told you not to go down there . . ."

"Tell us where she is," Alex slams a fist on the table.

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Malverne relaxes in his chair. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to (Y/n)."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep.

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, her voice quavering.

"Kara! Alex! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," (Y/n) says, the water up to her waist now.

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?" Alex asks, her eyes wide with worry.

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," (Y/n) replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know." Despite how far (Y/n) was away from the camera, both Kara and Alex can see the fear on their little sister's face.

Rick leans forward. "(Y/n), it's Rick. I don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sisters that. Tell them to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Alex. Kara. No," (Y/n) says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourselves be blackmailed. You cannot open yourselves up to that, ever. Do you understand me? You're both better than me." Again, despite her words, her widened eyes display her fear and worry.

Maggie enters the room and, seeing (Y/n) on the screen, runs over. "(Y/n)!"

"Maggie!" (Y/n) calls.

"I'm right here," Maggie replies, her tone softening.

"Maggie, I need to speak to you alone," (Y/n) says, and Maggie immediately grabs the laptop and walks out of the room, cradling the laptop to her chest for a moment.

"Honey, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you," Maggie says and her voice cracks. She sits down on the floor, her back against a wall.

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," (Y/n) says, looking up into the camera, her eyes softening as though she really was meeting her girlfriend's gaze.

"No," Maggie's voice cracks. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in the case that it is . . ."

"It's not!" Maggie cuts her girlfriend off. "You're a badass, Danvers. And you're gonna figure out a way to get yourself out of there or you're gonna hold on until I find you." Maggie's voice quavers.

"Maggie, listen to me, please," (Y/n) tries again.

"No," Maggie interrupts, tears welling in her eyes. "W-we just started t-this, you and me, and i-it's not g-going to end. Not today. Not for a long time. We just had our first Valentine's Day and I wanna do more with you. I-I want more firsts." (Y/n) looks up into the camera again and she doesn't worry about wiping her tears. "I want to have a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet or how to load the dishwasher. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog? A cat? Both?" The tears are falling freely down both women's faces now.

(Y/n) smiles slightly. "Both? Let's name the dog Gertrude." Her eyes sparkle with amusement.

"See," Maggie smiles, her expression watery, "there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So, you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. Promise. Promise me!"

"I . . ." (Y/n) starts but the video cuts off.

"What?" Maggie says, typing furiously on the keyboard. "(Y/n)!" Maggie, frustrated, throws the laptop to the ground.

"What happened?" Kara runs over where Maggie is sitting.

This distraught woman stands up. "I t-told you not to rush in. Now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right," Kara retorts.

Alex, Lena, Winn, and Mon-El run into the hallway.

"I should have been heard," Maggie goes on, not noticing that the others had appeared. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister," Kara snarls in return.

"And you think that trumps me?" Maggie questions, taking a step forward. "That you know what's right for her. I . . . I got her to be herself, Kara. I-I have j-just as much to lose as you. You should've listened to me."

Maggie turns around and storms away.

. . .

There is a beep as Maggie enters Malverne's interrogation room.

Malverne straightens, studying Maggie closely.

Maggie sits down at the other side of the table, crossing her arms and resting her elbows on the table.

"Under two hours," Malverne says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast," he comments.

"I know," Maggie replies, leaning forward in her chair. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose. And I don't think you want to lose."

A ghost of a smile spreads across Malverne's face, "Neither do you." Malverne pauses. "I was wrong about Kara," he says. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what needs to be done. I misjudged her. Alex," he shrugs, "she can't do anything with Kara in her way. I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break my father free if you wanted to. You care for her."

Maggie simply blinks.

"I've seen that," Malverne goes on.

"Stalking us," Maggie says, leaning forward a bit more.

"The way you look at her," Malverne says, his expression softening a little. "The way your hand touches her hand when you're walking down the street."

Maggie's eyes water and she bites her bottom lip and looks down at the tabletop.

"Love can make people do things that they don't normally do," Malverne goes on. "So please, help us bring home the people we love.

. . .

(Y/n) could no longer touch the floor of her containment module, as so much water had flooded into it.

(Y/n) holds her breath, diving to the bottom to grab her belt.

She lets out a strangled yell as she tries to close the valve with the belt.

Her chest heaving, (Y/n) resurfaces, greedily gulping in air.

Wrapping the belt around her hand, she dives down and punches at the glass, trying to get it to break.

Getting desperate, (Y/n) pulls off her cargo pants, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers.

Resurfacing again, (Y/n) uses the space left to tie the legs of her pants and fills the other end with air.

(Y/n) puts the makeshift life-vest over her head.

. . .

"Please tell me you have something," Alex says, emotion surging over her.

"We've literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says, his hair disheveled from the continuous motion of running his hands through it. "I've checked family holdings, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Alex lets out a suppressed sob, resting her head in her hands.

"I'm gonna talk to Maggie and see if she's got anything else out of him.

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Malverne's room, but (Y/n) isn't there.

"Where . . . where's Maggie?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen.

. . .

Maggie glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together. She waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do.

Maggie jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines.

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as Maggie grabs his upper arm.

"Taking you to your son," Maggie's voice cracks.

Maggie lifts (Y/n)'s raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison.

"Nice gun," Thompson comments.

"It's my girlfriend's," Maggie says shortly, pushing Thompson forward.

"Maggie, you know (Y/n) wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform.

"All I care about is getting her back alive," Maggie says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at Maggie, "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills (Y/n) Danvers, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on Maggie's phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks.

"There's one place," Thompson says.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, Maggie freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber.

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as (Y/n) - flow through the hole in the glass.

(Y/n) coughs up water as she rolls onto her side.

"Thank God," Maggie says, pulling (Y/n)'s head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

Maggie lifts (Y/n) head up as she chokes on the water, coughing it up. Maggie rests her chin on (Y/n)'s head, before pressing a few kisses to the same spot. (Y/n) grabs Maggie's hand and squeezes it weakly.

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks; Alex grabs (Y/n)'s other hand,

"I-I h-eld on," (Y/n) stammers. Then she looks up into Maggie's eyes, which are soft with affection.

Maggie cradles (Y/n) head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead.

. . .

The four women return to the DEO, (Y/n) asleep in the MedBay while Maggie stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe.

"Hey, you," (Y/n) says hoarsely and Maggie turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" she rasps.

A look of disbelief spreads across Maggie's face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking (Y/n)'s hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" Maggie smiles and (Y/n) laughs weakly.

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," (Y/n) says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come."

Maggie' gaze softens.

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." (Y/n) pauses.

"What?" Maggie murmurs.

"I just really have to say it now," (Y/n) continues.

"(Y/n) . . ."

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/n) says as she sits up, Maggie shooting out a hand to help. Maggie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." (Y/n) says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to Maggie's. Maggie nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, Maggie Sawyer.

"I love you, (Y/n) Danvers," Maggie murmurs, her eyes still watery.

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homerforsure · 1 year

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Okay so for April's writing prompt in the 911 discord server, we had Buck & Chim — Buckley-Han Family on a Spring Day and this spilled out of my brain. It is deeply silly, but I tried!

Operation Easter Bunny

If Buck knew he was going to be reduced to bending forward and trying to ring the doorbell with his nose, he would have told Chimney to pick up his own damn takeout. His arms wrapped around three (three!) enormous, heavy, paper bags, one of which was almost definitely leaking something delicious all over the front of him. With his own bag in his hand, he couldn’t get even a finger free to push the button without risking everything toppling over, so Buck clutched everything tightly to his chest and leaned in, just managing to hit the doorbell with his face.

“Ow,” he said, wrinkling his nose as the pleasant chime rang out inside the house (one of four dozen rotating sounds available on the doorbell that Maddie and Chimney had picked out. Buck had never imagined the sheer number of decisions that would be involved in refinishing a house. Doorbell sounds!) and standing up straight again…

Only to find Chimney already standing in the open door with a smirk on his face.

“Dick.”

“What’s the password?” Chimney asked.

“Let me in before I drop your egg rolls,” Buck groused.

Chimney laughed, but he pushed open the screen door wide enough that Buck could catch it with his shoulder and make his way inside.

“You could have just made two trips.”

“I’m efficient.”

“That’s one word for it,” Chimney said. He reached out and grabbed one of the heavy bags from Buck’s arms and led the way to the kitchen. “Look out for baby debris. I put most of it away, but I think it spawns.”

Picking his way carefully through the house, keeping an eye out for Jee’s toys (and for random shoes, her new favorite toys), Buck followed after Chimney. Groaning dramatically as he finally set his bags on the counter, he said, “What did you even order all of this for? I thought the whole idea was that Maddie and Jee were going to be out all day.” There was nothing on his shirt, thankfully. Whatever moisture he thought he’d felt must have just been condensation from the hot containers inside. He set his other bag, a present for Jee, on the counter with the others and made a mental note to hide it before Maddie got home.

“You’re kidding, right?” Chimney replied, pulling plates and forks out of his cupboards. It took a few false starts before he got them. He and Maddie hadn’t quite settled on a home for the dishes yet. Except for the wine glasses. They’d needed those to be in easy reach throughout the whole process. “I’m not risking my life by ordering from your sister’s favorite Chinese place and not getting enough leftovers for her.”

“Yeah, but, this is like… leftovers for six.”

“Well, I invited a human garbage disposal over for lunch so I thought I’d err on the side of caution,” Chimney said, pressing a plate into Buck’s chest. “Load up, Uncle Buck. We’ve got a big project ahead of us.”

Right, the project or Operation Easter Bunny as Chimney had taken to calling it in the family group chat. With Jee-Yun officially old enough to hunt down easter eggs, Maddie and Chimney were excited to start the first of many traditions in their new house. Buck was pretty sure there was a little more to it than that for Maddie, who was still hesitant about overly formal, overly perfect holiday plans, but who also held tight to every first she still got to have with Jee and Chimney just wanted to make sure that both of them had a perfect day.

“So no pressure,” Buck had said, looking skeptically between the two of them at a dinner in mid-March.

“None at all.”

“Why would there be pressure?”

Still, one thing had led to another and soon they were staring down Easter weekend without a single Peep or chocolate rabbit purchased and with the homemade family brunch Maddie had been talking about rapidly devolving into a store-bought quiche and microwave bacon. She put a few window clings up and tried to get an Easter basket started, but with an inquisitive toddler underfoot, it was proving impossible.

“I’ll take care of it,” Chimney had promised when he found the two of them buried in biodegradable easter grass and Jee’s basket barely hidden from her under a quilt. And on Saturday morning, he’d called Buck.

“I did the basket after they left,” he said as he and Buck piled their plates high and each grabbed a beer from the fridge. “So that’s in the top of our closet and hopefully she doesn’t find her way in there while we’re sleeping.

“Or learn how to use a ladder,” Buck added.

“Hey do not think about teaching her that. The stairs are bad enough.” Jerking his head toward the back door, Chimney said, “I’ve got the rest of the stuff out here. It was the only place I could think to hide it.”

Buck was about to ask if Chimney was living with a toddler or a secret agent, but the question was quickly overwhelmed by a dozen others when they stepped out onto the patio. “Whoa,” was all he could manage to say.

An uncountable number of easter eggs spilled out of plastic bags on and around the new picnic table that Buck and Eddie had just helped Chimney move in the previous weekend. Giant ones, mini ones, sparkling ones, and neon ones. There were other bags too, filled with vanilla wafers and veggie straws and other baby-safe snacks that Buck could only assume they were going to use to fill the eggs.

“Did Maddie really want us to fill all of these?”

“What do you mean? She bought all of them. Of course she wants us to fill them. I was thinking Divide and Conquer,” Chimney said, finding a mostly empty spot to set his plate down in. “You can fill them and I’ll hide them around the yard.”

“Uh, are you sure the yard is big enough?”

As if thinking about it for the first time, Chimney took in the pile of eggs and the spring green of the backyard and tilted his head. “Maybe we’ll put some in the front too. I’ll text Maddie and tell her to pull Jee’s hat over her eyes before she brings her in from the car.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Pipe down and get to work, Buckley. We don’t have much time.”

The order had a hint of Interim Captain Han about it so Buck didn’t bother to argue. He grabbed a bag of eggs so he had a place to put his own plate and then got to work.

Two hours later, the patio was more of a mess than they started and Buck’s fingers were nicked from getting caught in a dozen slightly deformed plastic eggs that didn’t want to stay closed. The yard was more egg than lawn and Chimney still had two buckets of filled eggs that had to go somewhere.

“You think I can hang some from the trees?” he asked, staring at the pile and the four eggs he was already holding in his hands with dismay. “She can see them up there, right?”

“Not unless you want me to teach her how to use a ladder.”

“This is too many eggs. What was Maddie thinking?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one living with her,” Buck replied, around a mouthful of wafer.

The sound of a car pulling in the driveway brought an expression of panic to Chimney’s face and he started trying to shove the eggs into his pockets and down his shirt. “No! No, no, no. She wasn’t supposed to be back until six!”

“It’s six-fifteen.”

“Hide these!” Chimney shouted, picking up the buckets and shoving them at Buck. Eggs shook free as he did, falling to the cement patio and splitting open, scattering cookies and candy everywhere.

“Hide them where?” Buck asked. “You used up all the lawn!”

“Anywhere!”

“We’re home!” Maddie’s cheerful voice called from inside the house. “Someone saw Uncle Buck’s truck in the street and can’t wait to say hi!”

“Uh, Uncle Buck went home!” Chimney called back as Buck held up his hands and the buckets in a “come on” gesture. “He had to walk because he got very very drunk, but he’ll be back tomorrow. So there’s no reason to come out to the yard!”

“Howie?”

“I’m not here either!” Chimney shouted. “Daddy’s on vacation. No toddlers allowed. No. Stop! Don’t look!”

He flung his arms and legs out wide like a starfish and planted himself in front of the back door, eggs falling out of his clothes as he did.

“You went on vacation without me?” Maddie asked, appearing in the doorway without a baby on her hip.

Chimney deflated, dropping his arms, “Where’s Jee-Yun?”

“Trying on your slippers in the living room. What’s happening out here?”

“I think I’m getting easter egg elbow,” Buck answered. “Is that a thing?”

“It’s not a thing,” Chimney said.

“Are those-” Maddie frowned, opening the door to join them on the patio and get a better look at the yard. “Did you hide all of those eggs?”

With a sad sigh, Chimney said, “No. Not even close. Maddie, I know you wanted to make this special, but there’s just no way we can hide them all. We’d have to spread them out all over the whole neighborhood and you know I’d do that, but I just don’t think Jee’s got the attention span to-” He stopped, noticing the way that Maddie bit her lip to keep a smile from escaping and then looked again at the mess he and Buck had made of the yard.

“You didn’t actually want us to fill all of them, did you?”

Maddie shook her head and said, “They were on sale. I thought we could use some next year and some of them are always broken and, I don’t know. They were really cute. I didn’t want to choose.”

Coming in closer so she could take Chimney’s face in her hands and plant a kiss on his lips, Maddie added, “But I love how much you love our daughter. We are both so unbelievably lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you too.”

“Okay, but what do we do with,” Buck lifted the buckets again. “All this? Because I don’t really think they’ll keep until next Easter.”

With a shrug, Maddie said, “Take them to work? I’m supposed to bring something for the dispatch pot luck anyway.”

“I’m sure Cap will be thrilled if I hide some of these on the engine.”

“Hey, it could come in handy,” Buck said, cracking open a yellow one and eating another cookie, somehow without dropping either of the buckets. “Having a stash like this on back to back calls. It’s better than protein bars.”

The smile Chimney gave him meant nothing good for Buck as he pulled the few remaining eggs out of his pockets and dropped them in the buckets that Buck was holding and said, “That’s a great idea. Why don’t you gather all these up so we can take them in? Just leave like one or two dozen for Jee to find in the morning.”

“Hey wait-”

“Did you get extra Chinese food for me?” Maddie asked.

“Please, have I ever let you down before?” Chimney replied.

“Guys!”

The screen door slammed shut over the rest of Buck’s protests and he sighed as another egg rolled off into the grass.

“They are on their own for Halloween,” he huffed to himself, grabbing another egg to munch on.

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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ooh maybe you could do some bucky x reader angst?? like angsty angst. that could be cool!

A/n: BUCKY ANGST AHAHAHA you know me so well. Also…this is very late I apologize :( word count: 1.1k warning(s): reader has died - angst - depressing - based on In The Stars by Benson Boone

In The Stars

Sunday mornings were your favorite

I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road

You did your hair up like you were famous

Even though it's only church where we were goin'

Bucky slowly blinked awake, the stillness of the air keeping him in bed. He rolled over, staring at the empty spot in his bed, a heavy weight on his chest. Sighing, he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. It was Sunday. You loved Sundays. You said it was your excuse to look your best, dolling up your hair and dressing in your best clothes. He could still smell your signature perfume lingering in the air. Checking the clock, Bucky just layed back down, having no reason to be up this early anymore.

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in

It's like I buried my faith with you

I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in

'Cause I don't know what else I can do

He woke up around noon, dragging himself out of bed to go into the kitchen. His pace picked up as he smelled breakfast, his heart rate increasing at something that couldn’t be true. He slid into the kitchen, his face falling when he saw the empty room, lights dimmed and appliances untouched. Your memory stained this room. You would spend hours creating meals that looked like they were straight out of a magazine. You would dance to music, spinning and twirling on the tile, making Bucky join you. Often you would forget something on the stove, your playful dancing quickly turning into frantic movements. Those nights were Bucky’s favorite. You would pout on the couch over your ruined meal, watching a movie snuggled up against Bucky’s chest as you ate a microwave dinner.

Now, Bucky wandered aimlessly through the kitchen, heating up leftovers that Sarah and Sam had dropped off a few days ago. He felt anger course through him when he saw the picture of you, the day he had proposed. Your smile was large as Bucky lifted you in the air, twirling you around. It was a few weeks before the accident. Before he got that god forsaken call. Punching the island with his metal arm, Bucky let out a cry. He didn’t know what to do now. You were his future and now you were gone.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Your funeral was a sunny day, something that irked Bucky to his core. You were his light, his sunshine, and the sun had the audacity to shine. He begged the sky to rain, to match what he was feeling inside but all that happened was the clouds parted to reveal even more golden light. When you were lowered into the ground, Bucky felt a piece of his soul be buried with you. He felt Sam’s hand on his shoulder, the dreaded question leaving his lips.

“Do you want to say goodbye?”

Bucky shook his head while letting out a sob, hot tears pouring down his face.

“I can’t Sam. I can’t say goodbye because that makes this permanent. That means forever.” His voice was like broken glass, shards of emotion pouring out with each word. Sam let Bucky lean on him as the man sobbed, his tears staining Sam’s suit. In Bucky’s hands he clutched your necklace to his chest. A simple silver charm in the shape of a dove dug indents into his chest. You used to wear it everyday, never taking it off once. You were buried with the ring he gave you so now he pledged to never take this chain off, never to let the last piece he had of you be lost.

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

The days after your funeral were a whirlpool of emotions. Mostly anger, denial, and confusion racked Bucky’s brain. He threw furniture around, broke bottles against the wall, screamed as loud as he could with every breath. Some nights, he waited on the couch, facing the door, waiting for you to walk in. Waiting for you to tell him it was all a nightmare, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him and dry his tears.

But you never did.

Diggin' through your old birthday letters

A crumpled 20 still in the box

I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it

Even if it's the last 20 that I've got, oh

Your family asked for some of your things, something to hold on to. Bucky understood yet couldn’t shake the anger he held towards their question. He had piled away your things into a closet, out of sight so he couldn’t be plagued by the memories. He found a box full of birthday cards, going back to your highschool years. Each one was worn, like you had reread them a million times. Each one resembled a smile he would never see again. One card caught his attention, a piece of money sticking out the side. A crumpled twenty dollar bill fell into his hand when he opened the card. He remembered when you received this card, the money from your ailing grandmother made your eyes well up with tears. He swore to never use the bill, even if it’s the last amount of money he had. He would rather go bankrupt than lose this piece of you.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

Bucky sat by your grave, clearing away the dead flowers and grass. He planted new fresh flowers, dahlias, your favorite. The wind swirled around him like a warm hug, giving him an illusion to comfort. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stood up, leaning against the stone cold of your memorial. He took a deep breath before leaning forward to kiss your grave. He clasped your dove necklace around his neck, the cold charm centering his mind. He whispered against the stone, his words lost to the wind.

“I love you Y/N. Goodbye.”

a/n: …i don’t know if this is good or not but i have wanted to write a fic based on this song for a while so i hone you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading <3

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eddieschains · 1 year

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Rough Day?

Joseph Quinn X Fem!Reader

TW: 18+, not proof read, RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, DADDY kink

It was one of those days. The days where nothing goes right from the very moment you wake up. It all started when you immediately stubbed your toe on your bedside table as you got out of bed this morning. And then the hot water ran out in the middle of your shower. And as you were getting dressed for work, your pants ripped. Right down the crotch. Joe tried to make a stupid joke about how it gave him easier access, but you weren’t having it. You rushed out the door, running late for work and tried your best to put a brave face on for the rest of the day. It didn’t work. It seemed to just get worse as the day progressed. All you wanted to do was go home, drink a glass of wine, and cuddle with your boyfriend.

As you pulled into the driveway, you hit the side of the garbage can stood outside. Another thing to add to your list for the day. Not having enough energy to check your car, you run inside, seeking the safety and warmth of your home.

“Hi baby.” Joe greets you with a smile.

“Hi.” You respond flatly, hanging your purse up before rushing to the bedroom to change your clothes.

Joe knew today didn’t start off on the best foot for you, but he didn’t know how it progressed throughout the day. He was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the both of you when you stumbled back in, immediately reaching for a wine glass.

“That kind of day, huh?” He chuckles. You shoot him a look, not in the mood for his jokes. You open up the wine cabinet to look for your favorite wine. It’s not there. You must’ve finished it last week when your friends came over.

You feel a tear slide down your face and Joe takes notice immediately. “Hey whats wrong?” He stands next to you, wrapping and arm around yours and gently rubs your shoulder.

“We’re out of the red blend. God can anything go right for me today?” You cry, slamming your glass so hard on the counter you’re surprised it doesn’t shatter.

“Okay, how about you sit down for a moment?” He ushers you to the couch, sitting next to you while continuing to rub your shoulders. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Today was just shit. Everything and everyone was absolute shit.” You lean into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt. “I got sent the wrong copies so i had to spend the first half of my shift searching for the right ones, and then my assistant neglected to mention that I had a meeting today so I was late for that, and the microwave broke so I had to eat my sandwich cold.”

“Aren’t sandwiches usually cold?” You look up from his chest, more tears bubbling in your eyes.

“It was a grilled cheese!” You exclaim, even more choked sobs leaving your throat. He tries hard not to laugh at such a trivial thing. But, he knows that if he was in your shoes, he’d probably be upset too.

“Shh just relax. I’m gonna finish dinner and you just sit here and try to calm down ‘kay? Focus on your breathing.” He kisses the top of your head as you nod. He returns to the kitchen to finish cooking while you try to take your mind off of things with some TV.

Joe fixes a plate for you and brings it to the living room placing it on the table in front of you. He gives you a glass of replacement wine and although its not what you wanted, you appreciate the gesture.

Once you finish eating and Joe puts the dishes in the sink, you two cuddle on the couch watching whatever reruns were on tv. Your head is laid on his shoulder while he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair. “Feel any better?” He asks. You groan in response, still reeling from the day but feeling comfort in him.

Joe brings your head up to his, wasting no time in pulling you in for a kiss. It’s deep and needy. His mouth is lapping up your lips before pushing his tongue past them. You moan into his mouth, relaxing your body even more.

Soon, you’re on top of him. Arms wrapped around his neck while you slowly grind into him. He removes his lips from your mouth and replaces them with your neck. Sucking and kissing from your ear down to your collarbone.

“Missed you so much today. Wish I could’ve been there to make you feel better.” He says, moaning into your ear.

“You can make me feel better now… daddy.” You smirk.

“Daddy, huh?” He looks up at you, a grin slowly forming on his face.

“Yes. Daddy.” You’d never called him that before. You’ve been wanting to try it out for a while now but never had the courage to bring it up. But considering the look on his face right now, this just might become a normal occurrence for you.

“Well why don’t you go lay down on the bed and get undressed, huh?” You nod, climbing off of him and practically racing to the bedroom.

You throw your clothes off of yourself and make yourself comfortable on the mattress. The heat between your thighs is growing as you wait for Joe to come and join you. A couple minutes too long go past, before he walks through the door.

He climbs on top of you, resuming his assault on your neck. This time instead of stopping at your collarbones, he travels all the way down your body. Taking his time to admire each curve and crevice that you have, before stopping right above where you need him most.

“Now are you gonna be a good girl and let daddy take care of you?” He looks up from the foot of the bed, placing a soft kiss just above your clit.

“Yes i’ll be good for you daddy.” You moan through gritted teeth. Usually you’d tell him to hurry up, but the anticipation is only making you wetter.

“Good. I’m going to take such good care of you princess.” He grabs you by your thighs and pushes them open, admiring your glistening pussy. “God you’re fucking drenched aren’t you sweetie?” You let out a small mm-hmm before he takes his tongue and swipes it up your core.

“Fuck.” You breathe out. Taking in the feeling before he attacks your clit. He’s sucking you and drinking you in as if he hasn’t had a drink in days. He moans into your cunt, sending vibrations all throughout your body.

“God you taste so fucking good baby. Could eat this pussy for hours.” Your breath hitches in the back of your throat when you feel his finger playing with your entrance. And without warning, he pushes it all the way inside making you scream his name so loud, you were sure to get a note from your neighbors in the morning.

The sounds filling the room are sinful. A mix of both of your moans, and the wet sounds coming from your pussy. Joe reaches that special spot inside of you that practically makes you jump off of the bed. The way his fingers are curling into it are sure to end you soon enough.

“Joe im gonna cum.” You spit out.

“Who?” He asks, mouth still full with your bundle of nerves.

“Daddy! Daddy im gonna cum.” You yell out. Your expression only makes his mouth and fingers move faster. Trying to milk your orgasm for all it’s worth. Just a few more sucks and pumps from his fingers and your back is arching to the ceiling. Your vision goes white for a moment as Joe continues pumping in and out of you, and sucking you through your high.

Once your legs stop shaking, he climbs back on top of you, sticking his fingers in your mouth. “Yeah you like the taste of yourself baby? Tastes good doesn’t it?” You moan around his fingers before he pulls them out, a pop coming from your mouth.

He slides his shirt over his torso and throws his pants off before attacking your mouth once again. He takes his already hard cock and starts grinding it through your wetness, soft whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Need something princess?” He asks in between kisses.

“Your cock daddy. Need your cock please.” You’re a whining mess, grinding up to him to try and find some kind of release.

“Oh you ask so nicely. Let’s see what I can do for you, hmm?” He places one last kiss to your mouth before sitting up and dragging his member through your folds, gathering your slick on his length. He slowly pushes inside, taking his time before his balls stop him by hitting against your ass.

“Oh my god daddy, so deep.” He groans as he pulls out almost completely, before slamming back in to you. “FUCK!” You yell out. He does this a couple more times before sticking to a nicely paced rhythm.

“God this pussy is so tight for me. Hugging me in all the right places.” His thrusts start to speed up. “Just needed someone to take care of her didn’t she?” You mumble an mm-hmm barely able to open your mouth with the pleasure he’s giving you.

He comes down to your level, grabbing your face in his hands and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. “I love you so much.” He breathes onto your neck.

“I love you too. Make me feel so good daddy.” You moan into his ear, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You squeeze your walls around him, in an attempt to slow your orgasm to keep up with him.

“No don’t hold back baby, cum for me.” He reaches his hand in between you two, rubbing furious circles on your clit. It doesn’t take long until you’re in the same position you were earlier. Back arching, vision going white, clawing into his arms as your pussy spasms around his aching cock.

“Fuck yeah baby. Gonna make me cum.” He kisses up and down your neck, his thrusts now having to rhyme or reason to them other than to make himself reach his own high.

“Cum for me daddy, want you to cum for me.” You wrap your hands around his neck, forcing him to look in your eyes as he continues searching. “Fill me up daddy.” And just like that, his head is thrown back, curses of your name leaving his mouth as you feel his warm ropes of cum coating your walls.

You stays inside for a moment, just staring into your soul as he catches his breath. He comes down to place a kiss to your forehead.

“So… daddy?”

#joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x fem reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 2 years

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For Twilight Prompts, maybe #5, 27 for Paul?

Bruises on my heart - Paul Lahote x GN!Reader

Request from anonymous

TW: Implications of cheating ,, curse words ,,

Summary: Reader starts doubting their relationship with Paul, in which he tries his best to show them they are all he wants and needs in life.

#5 "Why am I always the second best?"

#27 "All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her"

MASTERLIST ULEY PACK

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Saturday night. Only Paul and y/n knew what that night meant, their 3rd year anniversary. Yet where was he? Y/n had been sat at the dining table for the past 3 hours waiting for him to come home and spend time with them, but now it was 9pm and the dinner was cold, the night was ruined. A quiet sob left their lips as tears escaped the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to cry over something so little but it hurt, it hurt that he didn't care to even call to say he wouldn't be coming home, it hurt that he probably forgot about their anniversary, it hurt they had to go to bed alone that night. Y/n put Paul's dinner in the microwave for him for when he gets home, a post-it note stuck to the glass window so he knows his dinner was inside the small, electronic contraption. They walked upstairs and changed into their pyjamas, taking off their jewellery and any makeup what was still left on their face.

The bed felt bigger than usual, like they had shrunk until they were as small as a baby. The comforter swallowed them into the deep pits of darkness, tiredness soon washing over them. Y/n kept having dreams about Paul cheating on them, their heart yearning for him to come back to them. Morning soon came, the bright sun slipping through the curtains caused y/n to wake up. A yawn escaped their throat, they got up out of bed stretching their body, cringing at the cracks and pops of their joints. Turning around to look at the bed, y/n noticed Paul's side was left untouched. They finally had enough, sick of Paul blowing them off for god know what. Y/n just hoped it wasn't that girl he used to date, she was pretty and funny but she wasn't y/n, she wasn't his imprint. They just hoped the reason he bailed out on them wasn't for her.

Y/n finally made it to the reservation, it wasn't too far from their home roughly 10 minutes away. As soon as they got there, everyone was outside messing around together; some of them in their wolf forms while others were still in their human forms. The first person to notice y/n was Jared Cameron, Sam Uley's beta. He ran over to them and gave them a hug "Hey, where have you been? Everyone has missed you." Jared was like a brother to y/n, a very annoying younger brother. "I've just been busy, J. Have you seen Paul? I need to speak to him." The young wolf pointed towards the garage, where Jacob usually fixes the cars and bikes. Y/n thanked Jared and then they were off to the garage, before they were about to enter, they heard hushed voices talking; the voices belonged to their boyfriend Paul and (his ex and JACOBS SISTER!) Rachel Black. "Baby, hey. Just please give me another chance, we can make this work I promise." Those words broke y/n's heart. Was Paul really about to cheat on them? Without a second thought, y/n ran as far as they could away from the reservation.

Hours had passed since the conversation y/n had eavesdropped on, they didn't know how to react about what they heard. Y/n was sat in the bedroom when they heard the front door open and close, usually the noise would make their heart flutter and make them feel all giddy, but now they didn't care; all they wanted was to cry and scream. The bedroom door opened, the sight of Paul made their heart flip, he was so handsome. This stupid imprint shit always got in the way. "Hey, doll. I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner yesterday, something came up at the reservation." He went in for a kiss but y/n moved away from him, he looked hurt but they didn't need that right now, he hurt them. "What's wrong, doll?" Paul was now sitting down at the end of the bed, he kept fidgeting with his hands; something he's always done whenever he's nervous or anxious.

"Why am I always second best? Why am I always the last choice, Paul? Do you not love me anymore?" Y/n voice cracks at the last word, Paul stares at them guilt washing over him, what has he done to hurt the love of his life this much? "What do you mean, baby? You're not second best, you never have been and never will be. I love you with every inch of my soul." He was cradling their face at this point, trying to feel their skin against his own, he needed them to know they were the only one for him. "Then why her, Paul? Why were you with Rachel in the garage yesterday? Why is she always your first choice? All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her." And that was his breaking point. He pulled y/n into an embrace, keeping them as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down both of their faces, sobs filled the room as they both clung to each other.

"I love you, okay? You are my imprint, you're the only person I need in my life. If you asked me to leave the pack, I would. If you asked me to up and leave with you to some random place, I would. I will scream to the world how much I adore you in every way possible, if that would make you believe me. I need you, darling, no one else. I want to have a family with you, I want to get married and grow old together. There is no one else in this world for me, you are my forever and always, you are my endgame." Y/n sniffled, never did they think Paul would ever say anything like that, he was always known as the scariest and worst tempered member of the pack but he was so soft and loving when he was with them. They were meant for one another.

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Thank you so much for requesting !!! I had so much for writing this, Paul is honestly one of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoyed reading this, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, I don't mind rewriting it. Have a lovely day/night !!!

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unhonest-iago · 1 year

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Risky Business

^^ basically this but w/ Schlatt

Gn reader

‘Alright, let’s get this over with,’ Schlatt had begrudgingly agreed to recreate the scene from Risky Business. The only thing making this worth doing was he got to witness how excited y/n got over all of this. Setting it all up, he had a stereo system in the living room. Being old schooled himself. ‘What’s this?’ He asked, seeing them hold up two shot glasses. ‘Apparently Cruise drank a whiskey soda, or at least that’s my guess.’ Placing them back on the kitchen table as they both downed the liquid courage. Schlatt had only agreed as long as y/n did the whole gig with him. Moving forward to turn on the stereo, the beginning notes of ‘Old Time Rock and Roll’ echoed through their small space. Two tv dinners in the microwave, already cooked. Neither wanting to recreate eating into a cold brick and they'd have food to eat once they were done.

Both of them sliding across the floor in white tube socks. 'What the hell tuts?' Y/n ending on top of Schlatt after they ran into him. Peels of laughter echoing in the living room entrance as the realization hit them. 'I'm so-rry, I swear. I didn't mean to.' Quickly getting up, y/n reset the stereo. 'Attempt 2, and I'll go in front this time.' Schlatt grabbing y/n's hand, he used it to pull himself up. Y/n holding the empty candle holster as they lip synced the beginning line, 'Just take those old records off the shelf.' Doing somewhat of a shimmy before pasting it to Schlatt. 'I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself' pointing his thumb towards himself as he lip synced. He'd told himself he wasn't doing a 3rd attempt and this one had to be perfect.

Tossing the candle holder on the couch once getting to the fireplace. 'Don't try to take me to a disco', y/n helped Schlatt get up onto the table. Grabbing the fire poker, air-strumming as if it were an electric guitar. 'You'll never even get me out on the floor,' the duo unable to take themselves seriously as they looked at each other. Laughing as they realized it went down to the outfit, Schlatt's shirt being oversized on them and his own socks not staying up. 'Give me your hand.' Doing a dance move akin to a rocking horse before turning off the music and sitting down to eat their tv dinners. 'We're so stupid,' the words lighthearted as Jambo finally came out of his hiding spot to join them.

#iago writes #schlatt x reader #schlatt #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #risky business

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crystalninjaphoenix · 10 months

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Trust and Distrust

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 19

Previous Part

I hope you’re ready for a bunch of interpersonal stuff to follow up the Reveal from last chapter! I know I am! :D Jackie has to deal with telling Chase his secret identity... and he has to deal with JJ, who overheard it. And also, he’s going to make sure that Schneep tells their friends HIS secret as well, just to make it fair. And... yeah. The four friends will all know each others’ secrets by the end of this chapter! Right? Right? :)

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Breakfast the morning after was a bit awkward. Jackie and Chase hadn’t really spoken much yesterday after Jackie had dropped the truth about his secret identity. They had dinner separately, then had each retreated to their own rooms. Jackie had thought it was best to give Chase space to process this. But maybe he should have checked on him a couple times?

Jackie fought the urge to look over at him and kept his eyes fixed firmly on the microwave. The bowl of instant oatmeal inside rotated slowly. His fingers drummed against the counter. A slight breeze played through his hair.

“So...” Chase said from where he was sitting at the kitchenette counter. “Did you, um... Was there like... an accident where you fell into a vat of radioactive waste or something...?”

“Heh.” Jackie couldn’t help but smile. He finally glanced over at Chase. “That’s a myth. Radiation doesn’t give people superpowers.”

“Oh, but like, getting bitten by insects will?” Chase raised an eyebrow.

“Listen, no one understands why people get superpowers. Anything can cause it. Theoretically, if someone fell into a vat of waste, they could get powers, but it’s rare and it wouldn’t be the radiation causing it. It would be whatever weird factor usually gives people powers.”

“I heard once that superpowers are genetic.”

“Partly, yeah. There’s a factor that will increase your likelihood, or whatever.” Jackie shrugged. “That’s... what happened to me. I, uh... I’ve always had powers.”

“Really?” Chase leaned forward, interested.

The microwave beeped. Jackie jumped, and quickly turned back to open it. “God, I hate how shrill it is,” he muttered, taking out the bowl. He put it on the counter and started rummaging through the bottom cabinets. “Anyway. Uh. Yeah. My mom says when I was a baby the wind would lift me out of my crib when I wanted out.”

Chase chuckled. “So... I’m guessing she knows, then.”

“I never really thought about not being honest with her about all this stuff,” Jackie said. “Cause, like... how do you hide shit like that when your mom already knows?” He found what he was looking for: a small bottle of cinnamon. He stood up straight and sprinkled it on top of the oatmeal, grabbed a spoon and glass from the cabinets as well, then turned back to the fridge.

“Um...” Chase paused. “What’s it... What’s it like to fly?”

Jackie froze, standing there with the fridge open. How was he supposed to explain that? “Well.” He stalled for time by grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and returning to the counter to pour it into the glass. “It’s like... when you’re a kid, and you go really high on the swings and your stomach kind of soars. Except, it’s that moment for a long period of time.”

“Cool beans.” Chase made an OK sign. “I don’t remember being a kid.”

“Fuck. Right. Sorry. Uhhhh...” Jackie thought some more. “Do you remember going to an amusement park and riding one of those spinning swing rides?”

“Nope. Haven’t gone to one in the past two years of memory I’ve had. And even if I did, I’d never go on one of those.” Chase shuddered. “Fucking terrifying.”

Jackie blinked. “Afraid of heights?”

“Yeah.”

“Funny that I’m your roommate, then.”

“Yeah, funny. But kind of lucky. If I ever fall, you can catch me.” Chase smiled crookedly. “Okay, but, seriously. What’s flying like?”

“It’s like...” Jackie searched for the words. “It’s looking down at the rest of the world and knowing that... that you can go anywhere. It’s thrilling, but also... really calming. You’re all by yourself in the best way. You look down at the people, and... they’re all so small, and... delicate, and... not so different from everyone else. And you’re a part of them. But you’re also part of the sky. Like the birds. That’s... what it’s like. For me, at least.”

Chase stared at him. “Wow. If this superhero stuff doesn’t work out, you could be a poet.”

Jackie laughed. “Thanks.” He put away the cinnamon and orange juice, grabbed an apple, then sat down at the counter to eat. Chase was already done, having quickly finished off his toast. “You’re, um... okay with this?”

“Okay with it? Bro, I can’t control your superpowers. And they’re your powers, you can do whatever you want with them. You don’t need me to be okay with it.”

“I know, but... I want you to be,” Jackie said quietly. “Cause... you’re my friend. Probably my best friend.”

“...Oh.” Chase’s expression softened. “I am?”

“Yeah, of course you are.”

“I... didn’t expect that.” Chase was almost more shocked at that than the Windstorm revelation. He leaned forward onto the counter, processing it. “Well... yeah, I’m okay with it. If I ever have any issues, I’ll tell you. Though I think that the only issue I’ll have is if a supervillain breaks into the apartment or something.”

Jackie laughed warily, thinking about how he’d brought Spitfire Cat to the apartment not that long ago. “Yeah... tell me right away if that happens.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I’m the one you need to worry about.” Chase glanced back over his shoulder. Towards the coffee table in the living room. “JJ hasn’t been back to pick up the phone he dropped.”

Jackie’s stomach sank. “...Right. Yeah.” Chase had been convinced that JJ would be back soon for that. “Let’s, uh... give him until the afternoon. He could’ve gotten busy.” Though Jackie didn’t know anyone who wouldn’t double back immediately if they knew they’d left their phone somewhere. He couldn’t help replaying Jameson’s reaction in his mind. The way he immediately bolted. Had he looked afraid? Was he afraid of Jackie? Jameson had never given any indication that he didn’t like supers. But maybe?

“Yeah.” Chase checked the time on his own phone. “I have to leave for work soon, but I’ll be back around four-ish. If JJ’s not back by then, we’ll go down there and drop off his phone. Explain everything. You’re good with waiting around the house until then, right? You don’t have any... Hero-ly stuff to do?”

“The city will survive me not going out on patrol for one day,” Jackie said. “I actually have a police radio, so if there’s an emergency they can’t handle I’ll hear about it on there.”

“You don’t need to go... have a meeting or something? Do Heroes have meetings?”

“I haven’t had to go to one yet. People mostly call me. Or text me. Or—” Jackie sat up straight. “Shit!” He’d meant to check the burner email yesterday! The reveal had totally distracted him from that!

Chase started. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just—gah, I forgot to do something yesterday. It’s fine. I’ll just finish eating and go check on it.”

“You need to start eating, first,” Chase muttered, glancing down at Jackie’s untouched bowl.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jackie scooped up some oatmeal and took a bite. It was fine. Probably would have been better if he hadn’t let it cool so much. “Oh, and remember, Schneep has something to tell you, too.”

“God, I remember.” Chase pushed himself off the stool. Frosty, lying by his feet, stood up. “Well, I’m going to head out now. I’ll see you later today.”

“See you.”

A few minutes later, Chase was gone and Jackie had finished scarfing down his breakfast. He hurried into his room and booted up his laptop. Even though there was probably nothing new from Spitfire Cat, it was always better safe than—

As soon as the email’s inbox loaded up, Jackie saw a new email with the subject line URGENT NEW INFORMATION. His heart sinking a bit, he opened it up.

Windstorm I just found out new information about the Puppeteer and what he might be planning. There were people from the initial crime wave who’d disappeared, turns out they all work for SepTech now and are still under his control. Hes using them to spread more strings to the city. In the two months they’ve been under his control theyve all given strings to more people and those people are now under Puppeteers control as well. at best were looking at fifty people being mind controlled and at worst its a couple hundred. i dont knwo what he wants but this cant be good. septech is completely compromised. be careful

“Holy shit,” Jackie whispered. He reread the email two more times, just to be sure it was real. It was. And it was bad.

Immediately, Jackie spun around in his swivel chair and leapt for the dresser, scooping up the Red Line from where he’d left it. He had to tell the League! Even if Spitfire didn’t like them, they had the resources to deal with a widespread problem like this. He couldn’t do it by himself! He had to contact the police, too. Damn it, why had he never gotten Ace’s number?! They’d always met in person! And he couldn’t do that now because he had to wait for Jameson so he could explain the whole Windstorm thing if he came back—why hadn’t he seen this email earlier?!

Okay. Calm down. Jackie had to calm down. Panic was the killer in situations like this. He took a few deep breaths, and used the Red Line to dial Magnify’s number. His new handler was supposed to help in situations like this, working as the go-between for him and the League as a whole. It was a good place to start.

As he waited for the other end to pick up, Jackie’s eyes landed on the SAM that the League had sent him. He’d left it in the box after Spitfire and his “Disassembler” friend had removed the bugs inside. Now it was sitting at the base of his bed, dead and lifeless with its camera lens pointing away. He couldn’t fully bring himself to trust it after the discovery of the bugs. And now that he knew SepTech was full of Puppeteer’s... puppets... he trusted it even less.

Maybe he should just leave it in the box until he had literally no excuse not to. Even though the SAMs had been in development far before the Puppeteer showed up, it was better safe than sorry.

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Hey so... Jackie told me u have something to tell me?

Chase sent the text right before he got on the train. Now that he was inside, comfortably sitting on the mildly-full train with Frosty by his side, he checked his phone again. And saw a reply from Schneep.

Did he tell you he was Windstorm?

His eyes widened, and he glanced around. Luckily, the seat he was in was up against a wall, so there was no one behind him to read it. And no one else was paying attention. He hunched over his phone and quickly texted a reply. Yes but be careful about stuff like that. Im in a public place.

Schneep responded instantly. Sorry, he said. And then a second message a few seconds later. If that is the case, we should wait until we can talk in person. The sooner the better. Are you free this afternoon? I have no shifts today.

Yeah. Actually Jackie and i were planning on going to JJs place. He stopped by yesterday and overheard what we were talking about then ran away. We thought hed show up later but he hasnt so we might go over if he doesnt yet.

JAMIE KNOWS?! Chase could practically hear Schneep scream that message.

Yeah.

A while passed before the next text. Alright. I shall join you at Jameson’s shop this afternoon. If he knows about Jackie, he might as well know about me, too.

That was... ominous. Chase’s mind raced as he thought about what secret Schneep could possibly be hiding. Given what Jackie’s secret was... maybe Schneep was another superhero? But Windstorm was the only hero in the city.

Well, there had been Timekeeper, once upon a time. Chase couldn’t remember what Timekeeper had been like, but everyone spoke about him in awe. Daindover’s silent protector, speeding and slowing time to his will. Even Jackie seemed to admire him. Chase was almost disappointed that Timekeeper had stopped hero-ing two and a half years ago. Right after that fight he’d had with the villain Earth Shaker—the very same fight Chase had been caught in as a bystander, causing his amnesia and motion problems.

For a second, something niggled at Chase’s mind. He sat up straight, trying to reach for it, trying to grab whatever distant thing was vying for his attention. But... then it disappeared. Leaving only an absence. A square in the middle of a dusty shelf where something used to sit.

It left him uneasy. Even as he arrived at work and put on a happy smile for the customers, he still felt that absence in his mind.

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Jameson hadn’t shown up at the apartment. Jackie had been sure to keep an ear out for a knock on the door or the ring of the doorbell, but nothing. Though he had to admit he could have missed it. He’d been a bit distracted, listening to the police scanner and having repeated calls with various League-related people.

As soon as Jackie had told Magnify that he’d “discovered” Puppeteer was stringing up more people the whole time, things had immediately started moving. Magnify had assured Jackie he would contact people who could be able to help and hung up. Then he called back to ask who Jackie’s police contact was, and hung up. Then he called back to tell Jackie they’d notified the Daindover police and ordered Jackie to talk to the SepTech owner in person. Jackie had refused—partially because he still had to see if Jameson would show up, and partially because he didn’t like Magnify’s tone—and managed to convince him to let SepTech know immediately. Magnify had hung up to do that, then called back and said that SepTech’s Dr. McLoughlin wanted a meeting with Jackie on Wednesday, three days away. Jackie had agreed.

That was the most time-consuming series of calls Jackie had ever been on—and he used to work in a call center! At least put him on hold or something...

After that, he’d been bombarded with text messages over the Red Line from Lorelai and Josh—Pink Sunlight and Terra-Man. They were both asking if that mind-controlling villain from the welcoming ceremony was really spreading his influence all over the city. Through their messages, Jackie learned that both of them would be sticking around the area to help out, since a large number of mind-controlled people was a high threat level. There was even talk of the National Threat Team getting involved if it got bad enough. Jackie had pointed out that it was weird that Josh was staying in the area, considering his home territory was in Ireland, but Josh explained he was being called in because the Hero of Beckerville, Comet Tail, was busy with a villainous crime spree in his own city.

After all that chaos had finally calmed down, Chase returned from work. The two of them talked briefly, with Jackie confirming that Jameson hadn’t shown up, and then they immediately left. It would take a while to get to Jameson’s shop on Zeit Way. Chase also let Jackie know that Schneep would be meeting them there, and he’d be telling Chase and JJ about his own secret. “Can you, like, give me a hint for what it is?” Chase asked. “Is it superhero stuff?”

“Uhhh... in a sense,” Jackie had replied cryptically. “Look, it’s not really my place to say.” And he refused to elaborate further.

Almost an hour later (the train had been delayed), the two of them stood outside Jackson Legacy Crafts. A “Closed” sign hung in the door. Chase peered through the window at the dark inside. “I don’t see JJ anywhere,” he said. “Is the shop usually closed at this time?”

“No, it doesn’t close until, like, nine,” Jackie said, confused. “And if JJ was out for dinner or something I think he’d leave the lights on. He’d be right back, right?”

“I guess he just... hasn’t opened today? Or... closed early?” Chase guessed.

“I guess.” Jackie leaned over and also peered through the window. “Wait, look, the stair door’s opening.”

As he spoke, the door to the stairwell opened slowly and Schneep stepped out. He immediately noticed the two of them lingering by the front and briskly walked over, opening the door. “I cannot believe I got here before the two of you.”

“Blame the train for breaking down halfway,” Jackie said.

“How’d you get inside?” Chase asked.

“Jamie gave me a key some time ago,” Schneep explained.

“Oh. You, uh... used the key?” Jackie tried to use his tone to ask the question he really wanted to know: Couldn’t Schneep had just walked through the door? Why bother unlocking it?

Schneep raised an eyebrow. “It is the polite thing to do, yes.” He clearly understood what Jackie was thinking. “Anyway. Come on in. Jamie is upstairs, I will try to get him to come down.”

Jackie and Chase walked in, with Chase holding the door open for Frosty to follow. Schneep hurried to the back of the shop and disappeared back into the stairwell. A few tense minutes later, he returned with Jameson in tow. Jackie was a bit surprised at what he saw. Jameson was pale and visibly shaky, eyes tinged with red. He was also wearing an old pink sweater with sleeves that covered his hands. That wasn’t really his style, but Jackie was more concerned with his physical state than his clothes. Was Jameson okay? Was he sick? Or had overhearing Jackie’s secret affected him that much?

“Great, we’re all here now.” Chase walked to the back of the store, Jackie behind him, and met Schneep and JJ behind the counter. “Hey, J. You, uh... dropped this yesterday.” He took JJ’s phone out of his pocket and held it out.

Jameson stared at it. For a moment, it looked like he didn’t want to take it, but he did. He quickly put it into his own pocket and said, Thank you. His signs were small, and a bit hard to read with the overlong sweater sleeves.

“No problem,” Chase said. “I thought you’d come get it sooner. Sorry to, uh, all corner you in your store. But, uh... we thought we’d need to talk.” He glanced at Jackie. “About... what you overheard.”

JJ nodded slowly, and turned his attention to Jackie. It’s not true, is it? he asked.

Jackie hesitated. Then sighed. “No, it is. I’m... Windstorm.” He waved his hand. A breeze drifted through the shop, rattling some wind chimes and marionettes that were for sale.

Emotion flashed across Jameson’s face. Too fast for Jackie to really read, but his first impression was—strangely—fear. That couldn’t be it, though, could it? I see, Jameson signed slowly.

“I-I don’t want you to think any different of me,” Jackie said. “It’s not—I didn’t hide it from you cause I didn’t trust you, it’s just—it’s safer the less people know, you know? If a villain knew you guys were my friends, it’d be... I-I’d hate if anything happened to you guys, so I—”

I understand why you did it, Jackie, Jameson said, expression softening. I’m not mad at you. This is just... a lot to process, and it’s... bad timing.

“Bad timing?” Chase repeated, confused.

There are some... personal matters... going on with me. Jameson glanced at Schneep, whose eyes widened. I don’t really want to discuss it. But hearing about Jackie’s identity was... a shock I didn’t need.

“Jamie,” Schneep said quietly. “Is it—”

I don’t want to discuss it, Jameson repeated firmly. I see YOU’RE not surprised about Jackie’s identity, Henrik. Did he tell you first?

Schneep cleared his throat. “I figured it out, actually.”

Of course you did. Jameson gave him a small smile.

“But... we are not here just to discuss Jackie,” Schneep continued.

“Yeah.” Chase nodded. “Apparently you have something you wanted to tell us, too, Schneep.”

The smile dropped from Jameson’s face. He went even paler and shook his head. Don’t tell me.

“Jamie, I think it’s important that everyone is on the same page,” Schneep said.

“Yeah,” Jackie agreed. “If we’re all going to be in the circle of trust, we all have to know the same things. If that makes sense.”

Jameson shook his head again. He started backing up towards the stairwell door as he signed. No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know, and I don’t have to know.

“I’ve wanted to tell you since I first realized you lived in this city, too!” Schneep protested. “But with us having just met again, I thought it wasn’t the time. I cannot just keep you out of this! It will be difficult to hide it once Chase knows, too.”

We’ll figure something out. Jameson started to turn around.

“Jameson!” Schneep made a frustrated sound—and then completely vanished from sight.

Everyone froze. Jameson slowly turned back and stared at the spot where Schneep disappeared. “What the hell?” Chase gasped.

Schneep reappeared. “I didn’t go anywhere,” he said, raising his hands. He looked at Jackie. “I hope your reveal was easier than this.”

“Chase asked me if I was a cosplayer,” Jackie said. “And then implied that I was dating my own alter ego.”

“Okay, look!” Chase said defensively. “You don’t just think your roommate is a superhero! That’s nobody’s first thought! That’s a ridiculous leap to—” He stopped mid-sentence. “Jameson,” he said in a quieter tone. “A-are you okay?”

Jameson was covering his mouth with his hands, his whole body trembling. His eyes were tearing up. He moved his hands, now clutching at his hair, and squeezed his eyes shut as he shook his head. Slowly at first, but then harder and harder, his breathing speeding up—

“Jamie!” Schneep gasped. He grabbed Jameson’s arms, stopping him from shaking further. “Jameson, calm down. It is all fine, I promise. Nothing is happening. Nothing is going to happen. I need you to breathe, okay? You are scaring me.”

“Is... everything okay, Jameson?” Jackie asked, taking a few steps closer. “Do you need anything?”

“Yeah, is there anything we can do?” Chase added. Next to him, Frosty walked forward until he reached Jameson, nudging his leg and looking up at him with big dark eyes.

Jameson glanced down at Frosty. Slowly, he let go of his hair and knelt on the floor next to the dog. Frosty sat down and leaned forward, resting his head against Jameson’s chest. Jameson closed his eyes and wrapped both arms around Frosty in a hug.

Jackie glanced at Chase. Chase nodded. “He knows what to do,” Chase whispered. Jackie wasn’t aware that Frosty had that sort of service training as well... but it made sense.

A few silent seconds passed. Jameson’s breathing slowed. He opened his eyes again, wiping at them. Then gave Frosty a few pats before standing up. I’m sorry, he said.

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, bro, you just about had a panic attack,” Chase said, still visibly concerned.

“Is everything okay, Jamie?” Schneep asked. “We don’t have to talk now, but if you want to talk later, just the two of us...”

Jameson looked at him. It’s fine, he said.

“It’s clearly not,” Jackie whispered.

It is now. Jameson sighed. He was still looking at Schneep. You’re the only family I really have left. I don’t want to be... used against you.

Schneep’s brows lowered. “So, this is about—”

Before he could finish what he was saying, Jameson suddenly leapt at him, squeezing him in a tight embrace. Schneep was so startled that he stopped talking, but after that initial surprise he easily returned the hug.

Chase and Jackie turned and looked at each other. Their expressions were a mirror: concern and confusion wrapped together. “So... do you two have something going on, then?” Jackie asked delicately.

Schneep glanced at the two of them, then looked at Jameson. JJ shook his head, and Schneep nodded, turning his attention back to Chase and Jackie. “It is a family matter. I think it is best, for now, if we keep it that way.”

“Cool. That’s cool.” Chase nodded. “We’re not gonna ask, then.” He paused. “I am going to ask about you suddenly disappearing, though.”

Schneep laughed. “I suppose if I give you two the whole explanation I gave Jackie, we should go upstairs. I am remembering how long that took. We may as well be comfortable.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Jackie was staring out the back window of JJ’s apartment, idly looking up at the sky. It was already setting, turning the sky orange. He’d never been in JJ’s apartment before. It was a nice place, but a bit small. Apparently this was where JJ had lived his whole life. There was probably a ton of clutter upstairs from all that time spent just being in one place. No wonder JJ asked that no one go up there.

Behind him, sitting on the living area’s sofa, he could hear Schneep finishing up his explanation of his powers. He told Chase and JJ everything that he’d told Jackie. Including where they came from and why Schneep had decided to use these ghost-like abilities for stealing things. Jackie had left to sit in the kitchen soon after Schneep started. He’d already heard all this; he’d just get in the way of the conversation.

Silence fell. Jackie glanced over his shoulder towards the three of them. I can’t believe I never knew this, JJ was saying. You know, I understand why our family didn’t want to interact with your parents, but it led to a lot of missed information.

“To be fair, I never told my parents any of this,” Schneep said. “They may have been fine with supers, but I doubt they would have wanted their son to be one. It would derail all their plans.”

Chase shook his head. “God, Schneep. If you were thinking about, you know, not doing crime, you didn’t need to start again just because you wanted to help me out.”

“It wasn’t just you, Chase,” Schneep insisted. “You... simply reminded me why I needed to keep doing it.”

“Still.” Chase laughed a bit. “Don’t think I was worth all that trouble.”

Schneep nudged his shoulder. “Of course you were.”

“Hah...” Chase ducked his head. “What’s with you and Jackie today making me feel all nice inside?” he muttered.

It’s because you deserve it, JJ said.

“Nooo not you too!” Chase said jokingly. “God, you... you nice guy. Bringing... gifts to the apartment unprompted.”

“Oh yeah, wait, what was up with that?” Jackie said. “JJ, why’d you show up at our apartment in the first place? We noticed you dropped these gift bags with bracelets inside, were you just, like, handing them out?”

JJ had a slight smile on his face. But now it wavered. He glanced at Chase and Jackie. I noticed you weren’t wearing them.

“Oh, were we, like, supposed to...?” Chase asked.

No no no, not if you don’t want to, JJ signed hurriedly. I just... thought it would be fun. You all know that I’m trying out bracelet making, but there’s only so many bracelets you can make for yourself.

Schneep folded his arms. “I didn’t get a bracelet gift.”

Well... I figured you wouldn’t wear them anyway, JJ said. Aren’t there hospital regulations about jewelry?

“There are.” Schneep nodded slowly. “But still. I would like to be asked in the future.”

I’ll keep that in mind. JJ glanced between Chase and Jackie. But as for you two, it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want them. You can even give them back. I don’t mind.

“Uh, no, it’s fine,” Jackie said. “I know they’re not my style, but it’s nice to have something from a friend.” He could pick up on the hope in Jameson’s expression. Of course he would hope they’d keep them. He wasn’t about to break his heart.

“Yeah, I can put them by my computer so I think of you when I edit,” Chase said.

“I do a lot of your editing these days, y’know,” Jackie pointed out.

“Well then you can think of JJ while you edit. Though... wouldn’t it be inconvenient for your superhero stuff if you have to keep editing my videos?”

“Chase, I have ADHD, I get bored easily even with my meds and not every day is full of busy crime to stop. I’ll gladly edit for you.”

“Nice. For free, right?”

Jackie laughed. “Sure, but don’t expect me to keep buying all the groceries.” He looked back at JJ, and was mildly surprised to see him looking a bit... down. Well, this had been a long day. Of course his mood would drop. “Hey, speaking of food, d’you guys want to go get dinner or something? It’s getting close to that time.”

“We can make dinner here,” Chase suggested.

“No we cannot, Jameson’s grocery situation is still terrible,” Schneep said.

Haven’t had time, JJ simply explained. But... I’d like to go out. It would probably be good.

“Great.” Jackie hopped off the kitchen chair he was sitting on. “What do you guys want? Nothing too fancy, I’m guessing.”

The four of them went downstairs, talking as they walked. Jackie led the way. He opened the stairwell door at the bottom and walked into the main body of the shop—and immediately froze. There was someone standing there.

Spitfire Cat—recognizable even without his costume—looked over at the group as they appeared. His face turned white. “Am I, uh... Were you guys... ? Th-the lights were out, but the door was unlocked, so I was...” He trailed off awkwardly.

A moment of silence passed. Jackie stared at him, tense, instinctively ready for a fight. But JJ pushed past him. We’re closed today, he said. Did you not notice the sign?

“I, uh... I didn’t at first, but... the door was unlocked, so... I was thinking, even if you’re closed, you probably didn’t mean to leave the door open so I... thought I’d let you... know...” Again, Spitfire trailed off. His eyes were locked on Jackie.

The two of them were stuck in a staring contest for a solid five seconds as Schneep, JJ, and Chase—maybe even Frosty—watched them with confusion. Then Jackie sighed. “Y’know what? Fuck it.” He clapped his hands together. “Soooo everyone in this room knows I’m Windstorm. Fun.”

“Oh. Oh! This guy knows?!” Chase pointed at Spitfire.

“They know?!” Spitfire gaped. “All of them? You just—just told them?! Just like that?!”

“They don’t know who you are, so if you don’t want to tell them, don’t.” Jackie folded his arms. “I’m not planning on sharing details. But I will say that if anything happens to them I’m going to kill you. Straight-up murder.”

“I’m not going to— “ Spitfire threw his hands in the air. “God, I don’t fucking understand you. You’re so stupid sometimes.”

“Uhhh hi, by the way.” Chase waved at Spitfire. “I think I remember you. You, like, work with Jackie, right? I guess that of course that would mean superhero stuff. Were you looking for him?”

“No, I was just in the area.” Spitfire shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted on his feet. “I come into the area sometimes. It’s not related to Windst—to Jackie. I like this place. I can like a place.”

I’m glad you like it, JJ said. So, were you planning on stopping by?

“Y-yeah.” Spitfire nodded. “I didn’t notice the closed sign at first so I just went in, but then... no one was here, so I looked back and then I saw it. And I figured I’d try to find you to let you know the door was unlocked. I thought you wouldn’t want that. But... I guess it was unlocked because all these guys were in here.” He gestured at the group.

JJ gave a small smile. A bit weak, after the long day he’d undoubtedly had. Well, I’m glad you stopped by, but we were just about to head out, so you can’t stay.

“Do you want to come?” Chase asked.

“No!” Jackie protested.

Spitfire raised an eyebrow. “Well you don’t need to jump to immediate denial. Makes you look like an asshole.”

“I am trying to keep these two lives separate,” Jackie said, being incredibly patient despite how nervous this situation made him. “You coming here makes that... difficult.”

Meanwhile, Schneep had been staring at Spitfire with a thoughtful expression. But now he gasped suddenly. “You are the man in the cat mask!”

Spitfire stiffened. “What? A cat mask?”

Jackie pointed at Schneep. “He’s the Specter.”

“Jackie, was zum Teufel?!” Schneep immediately punched Jackie in the shoulder.

“Ow!” Jackie stumbled to the side. “Alright, guess I deserved that.”

“Wow, you... really haven’t learned how to respect villains’ secret identities, huh,” Spitfire said. His expression was neutral, but there was disappointment in his voice. He turned to Schneep and examined him. “Okay. I get that. Now I know why you said that was a dead end.”

“No, it’s not for personal reasons, it’s because it really was a dead end,” Jackie clarified.

“Right. But personal reasons probably played a factor.” Spitfire nodded. “Anyway. Uh... you guys are all... busy.” His eyes darted about, landing on each of them. “I’ll just... go. So you guys can do... stuff.” And without another word, he turned and left.

“Nice to see you again!” Chase called. “A friend of Jackie’s a friend of mine!” Jackie gently elbowed him. Not the time to say that—or the person to say that to.

The bell by the front door dinged as Spitfire left. Jackie watched him walk out of view of the shop’s windows. Then he let out a breath. “In retrospect, I am an idiot,” he muttered. “Why did I go like ‘fuck it’? That’s stupid. Stupid thing to do.”

“I’m just glad we’re all on the same page now,” Chase said, putting an overly-cheerful note in his voice.

What do you mean, “the man in the cat mask,” Henrik? JJ asked.

“Ah... I saw him one night with Jackie,” Schneep explained. “The one where Jackie injured his leg. They were on a team.”

“We are not on a team, we are allies, there is a difference,” Jackie clarified. He whirled around so he could look at all of them at once. “In all seriousness, that man is someone who I... sort of trust, but I don’t trust him all the way. If he ever does anything suspicious, like trying to get you guys to go somewhere with him alone, don’t feel bad for turning him down. He could be honest, he could be trying something not-so-honest, I don’t know, but it’d be better safe than sorry.”

“Why’d you tell him that we know you’re Windstorm, if you don’t fully trust him?” Chase asked.

“Because he already knows we’re friends, so like, why would it be a problem if he knows you guys know, you know?” Jackie shrugged. “If he wanted to do something bad to you guys—which I don’t think he will but just in case—it’s not like you guys knowing my secret or not will affect that decision. You get what I mean?”

“Uhhh I guess.” Chase looked like he didn’t fully understand, but he accepted it anyway. Meanwhile, Schneep nodded thoughtfully. And when Jackie looked at JJ, he tilted his head and gave Jackie a knowing look. Which was... a bit strange. But Jackie was glad JJ understood. “So...” Chase continued. “Is it okay if we talk to him, orrrr...”

Jackie sighed. “Yeah, it’s... probably fine.” He knew Spitfire Cat tried not to harm civilians. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t try to hurt his friends. And Spitfire was... a bit different than he thought. There were some softened edges to his prickly personality. So... despite all his experience as a hero telling him he would regret not warning his friends away from Spitfire, he thought he was making the right choice. “Well then.” Jackie turned back around and started walking to the front door. “Are we still on for dinner?”

“I have no plans,” Schneep said. “And JJ needs to get out of the house.”

I already said I would, alright? JJ said, exasperated.

“Hell yeah, night on the town.” Chase grinned wide. “Let’s not go anywhere too far, though, I don’t want to do too much walking.”

The four of them headed out into the cool night air. JJ spared a moment to lock the shop door behind them, then they walked down the street together, talking and joking easily. Jackie was glad they had no more secrets.

Or... important secrets, at least. Sure, there was something JJ didn’t want to talk about, but that seemed personal, and Jackie wasn’t about to pry.

It would be fine.

Everyone would be fine now that nobody was hiding anything.

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