#my memories. changing them. it feels wrong and it makes me sick at my stomach.

[dhampir-dyke]

Had a kinda shitty therapy session w my new therapist and man. She wants me to try 'accelerated resolution therapy' to like. I guess rewrite my traumatic memories? But the absolute fucking fear I feel about it.... Literally everything in my body is telling me NOT to fucking do it. I don't even wanna go back.... idk what to do. I want to get better and not have a panic response every damn shift I work, but something is telling me this is a bad idea.

#what am i supposed to do. i told her i would at least just try the eye movements to get accustomed to them but the thought of rewriting #my memories. changing them. it feels wrong and it makes me sick at my stomach. #she says ill still know the facts of what happened..... but i just dont trust it #i cant stop crying. what a horrible session #i told her about a bit of the things that have happened to me. i feel like she doesnt quite grasp how much my past is inherently traumatic #i miss my old therapist. i wish i could still go to her. #she understood and accepted all my weirdness. we mostly focused on processing/talking abt my trauma and also getting me away from my abusers #but my new one just. idk. i cant tell if its my own hypervigilance/paranoia but she gives me a bad vibe.

[imtryingbuck]

Told you I’ll always come back

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: 4 years ago Y/n was Bucky’s fiancé and the team thought she betrayed them

Word count: 7,772

Warnings: angst. reader can teleport ~sorta~. reader also rolls her eyes like a trillion times. major character death. swearing. pregnancy. small mention of child birth. mention of cheating. tiny mention of sexual assault. mention of Sharon (I really need to get off the sharon-hate train) guns. gunshot wounds. sad all around

Translation: голубица - dove (if wrong please let me know)

Masterlist

When Fury rang her begging asking for her to come back for one final mission, she agreed with a condition, she’d bring her old team with her. Fury accepted.

That had been two weeks ago.

Landing back in New York brought back many memories, some good - some bad and some she wish she couldn’t remember.

“Hi can you take me to Avengers Tower please?” Getting into the cab she tried desperately to calm down her nerves.

The sky was a visual of her emotions.

Dull.

Standing outside the huge impressive building she felt like she was going to be sick. It’s been four years since she was last here.

“Hi I have an appointment with Director Fury at 12” 

“That’s fine, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’ve arrived”

“Thank you” She didn’t listen to Haley the receptionist, choosing to stand instead.

Fury came down not three minutes later with a small smile on his face. “I’ve missed you - no touching I know”

“Let’s get this over with Nick. Sooner the better”

The man knew not to try and annoy her anymore so he lead her to the elevators, going up.

Her stomach squeezed tight at the sight of her former team huddled on one side of the table, with their back to her.

“Take a seat” Fury whispered in her ear.

The moment that they saw her they were already shouting out their protests, she ignored them and listened to Fury by taking a seat to sit in.

“Calm down everyone. Now!” Fury slams his hand on the table causing everyone to fall silent. “Now, Y/n has agreed to help us with a missi-“

“We won’t work with her Fury.” Steve interrupts.

“You have no other option. No one else will or can help other then Y/n”

“We’ll just do it ourselves” Tony shrugs.

“No. This is happening, if none of you can play nice then you’ll be sacked.”

“You can’t sack us” Steve says with a scoff.

“I can and I will. Now Y/n I sent you over the details of what we’re up against, did you read it?”

“Yes”

“Your team, have you briefed them on everything?”

“Yes Fury, and yes they’re happy to help”. She rolls her eyes at Tony who mocks what she had just said.

“You said in the email that you’ve already paired people up from both teams, do you want to share it?” Like her Fury completely ignores Tony’s childish behaviour.

Sliding over a piece of paper towards her former boss and friend she continues to talk “When you see them in training and you don’t agree with my decision feel free to change it-”

“Oh we will do sweetheart”

Once again ignoring Tony “You said that my team will be allowed to stay here, in the tower?”

“Yeah Peppers done your rooms up herself, you should be grateful”

Turning her head towards the man she saw as a father figure not that long ago “When I see her I’ll give her my thanks.” Sighing she addressed the rest “You have a problem with me, so you will take it out on me. Not my team, but me. Do not think for one second that just because of our history together you can treat my guys like shit. They’re good, hardworking fighters. Fury we have two weeks to train for this mission and if I find out my team isn’t being respected or treated fairly I will not hesitate to pull them and myself out, is that understood?”

Fury’s eyebrow raise as he nods “I completely understand Y/n, welcome home”.

“My team will be here tomorrow at 12, I’ll see you then”.

“Don’t you want to know what room you’re going to be in?” Fury asked.

“No, I’m not staying here.”

“Where?”

“Not here. See you tomorrow Fury”.

Making a beeline for the elevator she takes her leave, it’s once she’s outside of the building she gasps for air.

After her shower and nighttime routine she climbs into bed, her head was throbbing but all she was hoping for was a good night sleep.

It didn’t happen.

“Tony splash me with water one more time you’ll regret it!” She laughs.

“What are you going to do huh?”

“I’ll-I’ll smash up all your vinyl albums”

“Okay okay I’ll stop”

•••

“Steve wait up I’ve only got little legs”

“Sorry.”

“Can’t you just carry me?”

“Nope, come on we’re nearly there.”

•••

“Y/n will you marry me?”

“Yes, Bucky I’ll marry you”

•••

“Natty get your bum out of bed”

“Don’t want too”

“Okay, I’ll come and cuddle with you”

“Yess!”

•••

“Y/n it’s an emergency come quick”

“Sam what’s happening?”

“Come!”

She walked in on Tony fast asleep on Bucky’s shoulder.

•••

“Wand I love you, I’m gonna marry you instead of Bucky”

“Y/n/n your drunk”

“I know”

“Why you sad for?”

“I don’t know”

•••

“Bruce turn into Hulk so I can beat him up”

“Why do you want to beat him up?”

“Because… leave me alone”

•••

“Thor guess what?”

“What?”

“Your so beautiful and I hope you so much happiness”

“La-Lady Y/n,give me a hug”

•••

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of-

Gasping for breath, she sat up in bed. It’s been almost two years since she last had a dream turned nightmare about her former team.

The red numbers on the clock stated it was 4:33 in the morning, laying back down she grabbed the remote and turned on the telly, there was no way she was getting any more sleep now.

Getting to the Tower a little bit earlier, she sat in her car waiting for her team to arrive. An hour later a text message popped up from her colleague and confidant stating they had arrived she got out of her car.

Greeting them all and introducing them to Fury who said to her.

“You could of come inside you know”

“I didn’t want to” Leaving him to sigh in response.

Introductions between both teams were done and it was straight onto business.

“So what powers do you lot have then?” Tony asks.

“None. We’re all human, Marley’s a witch though” Douglas your closest friend replied.

“Oh. So why are you here if you don’t have abilities?”

“We follow Y/n wherever she goes”

“Why? She’s a tra-“

“Tony enough” Fury interrupted. “Now on to business, the organisation going by The Lords have been on our radar for quite some time now, recently they’ve been getting more cocky” Fury turns around to face the screen, image after image of buildings up in flames, innocent people covered in blood, dead bodies littering the streets were shown to them. 

“We need to have them stopped. In just over two weeks they’ve planned to attack a government base, but we’re going to be taking the fight to them.”

“How?” Colleen - the woman who saved Y/n’s life ten years ago - asks.

“We’ve got their location-“

“Why don’t you just get them” Douglas nods his head to the team on the other side of the table “just to drop a bomb on the bad guys?”

“We need them alive so we can question them”

“Okay… but why all this man power?” Marco says.

“What is it with you lot always asking questions” Nat says with an eye roll.

Y/n sighed, looked at Fury “Marco has a point but I already know the answer, so I’ll be the one that fills him in. We should probably start the training, everyone knows what this missio-sorry I need to take this”. Getting up she answers her phone “Hi baby-“

Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her from the moment she sat down. Her hair is so much shorter than it used to be, it suits her. A long jagged scar went across her cheek was new, he wondered how it happened. Seeing her sit there hands placed in her lap, her shoulders tensed up and a blank expression on her face makes him conflicted on his emotions towards the woman he was planning on spending the rest of his life with.

His heart tinged with sadness when he saw the small incrusted diamond ring with two small love hearts sitting on her finger, the finger his ring for her use to take up residence.

He wishes he could take her hand in his so he could rub his thumb over her knuckles, just like he use to whenever she was in that position as he knew it meant she was uncomfortable.

But he knew she didn’t have the right to his affection anymore not after she betr-

His thoughts are cut off as she stands, bringing her phone to her ear, greeting the person on the other end of the line with “Hi baby”.

A scowl made its way onto his face. Not that he had any right to do so.

“How are you? And don’t say you’re okay because I know better love” Douglas’s rough Scottish accent comes from next to her.

“I’m… I’ll be fine Doug, the sooner we’re done with this the sooner everything will be okay”

“Yo-you don’t have to do this, me and the team will tak-“

“Don’t. Everything will be fine after I’ve done this Dougie, you and the guys will be fine.”

They sit in silence. Doug didn’t like the plan she was going through with but he’s known her for years and knows she isn’t going to change her mind.

After training with the Avengers Y/n left, despite Fury telling her to stay and have dinner with them. Douglas left straight after the awkwardness of dinner was done, and being the only person who knew where she was staying, he headed straight there.

She brought this house for her and Bucky to live in after they retired, which they both agreed would be just before they married.

The home was beautiful, four bedrooms with two bathrooms, a large living room, kitchen with a pantry off the side of it, dinning room, an office that she had already planned to turn into a man cave for him. Two car garage, backyard was huge with a beautiful willow tree - as soon as she saw it she knew she had to have the house.

Bucky never knew about the house, she wanted to surprise him. It never happened obviously, and with a heavy heart she rented the house out.

The previous renters contract was up a month before she got the phone call from Fury, and there was no way she was going to stay in the tower. So she went to the place she wanted to call home.

“Have you spoke to them?” Doug asked breaking the silence.

“Yeah, driving Fran up the wall”. She laughs causing him to join in.

“She loves them though” He chuckles.

Nodding with a soft smile, “You should get back it’s getting late, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“You’re right” Standing up he pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead he whispers “Don’t push me away love, not now”

That night she had the same dream as the night before, waking up at the exact same time again.

A week had been and gone, training was going good for both teams; apart for her. None of the Avengers held back, her body throbbed and ached after each session.

Today was the only day where Fury had to step in, seeing Y/n struggle against Wanda’s powers, he had to stop it.

Wanda had Y/n pinned against the wall and slowly dragging her up it, the whole room went quiet. The Avengers moved closer to the redhead whilst Y/n’s team moved closer to her.

“Mar-Marley don’t!” Y/n managed to rasp out to her friend. 

Marley though small was deadly, her powers being similar to that of Wanda’s “She’s crushing your chest!” She shot back.

“I-it’s ok-okay”

“Wanda put her down!” Fury demanded.

“No. She’s a traitor, she betrayed all of us”

“Wanda!” Fury started to get nervous for the woman being pinned to the wall.

When Wanda’s eyes shot towards Marley, Y/n grew scared. She didn’t want either one of them hurting each other. “Marl-Marley stop! T-that’s an or-order!”

“She’s hurting you. And she’s lying!”

“No she isn’t. She’s a traitor” Tony shouted.

“Admit it and I’ll let you go голубица” Wanda smiles.

Even with the pain of her chest being crushed it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the pet name slipping from her former best friends lips.

“Admit. It. Y/n.” Everyone aside from Wanda flinched at the sound of Y/n’s ribs breaking.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood. She wasn’t going to give Wanda the satisfaction of seeing or hearing the pain she was going through. She held Wanda gaze, both women refusing to backdown.

“D-Doug…ge-get Marley out of h-here”.

She sees in the corner of her eye Douglas struggling to pull Marley with him. “If the little girl wants to play, let’s do it” Wanda says breaking eye contact with Y/n to look towards Marley.

“No! N-no don’t!”

“Admit it then Y/n, admit to your team that you’re nothing but a liar and a traitor” Wanda screams.

“It wasn’t her!” Fury shouted, taking in a shuddering breath afterwards.

“What?” Steve’s eyes bounce from Y/n to Fury.

“She wasn’t the one who betrayed us.”

“Liar!” Wanda screams again just as she brings Y/n’s body away from the wall, throwing her back into it.

“I’m not lying Maximoff! Now let her go!” Fury shouted.

“Sh-she betrayed u-us!” Y/n’s heart broke at the sight of the tears filling up in Wanda’s eyes.

“She didn’t lass.” Douglas says as he still struggles to gain somewhat of control over Marley. 

The hold on Y/n was released as she drops to the floor gasping for air. Her team run straight over to her as well as Fury who looks over at the other team with disappointment in his eyes.

“I-I’m okay” Y/n mumbles before succumbing to the darkness. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dr Cho asks when she sees Y/n trying to get out of the bed.

“I need to le-leave”

“You’ve just had your breast bone fractured and several ribs broken Y/n. You need to rest”

“I’m leavi-“

“No you’re not love, you need to stay” Douglas speaks from the doorway.

“I-I need to speak to them, it’s six”

“You need rest soldier, come on I’ll even stay with you, it’ll be like old times ay?” He smiled softly at the woman he respected more than anyone.

“Bu-“

“No buts my sweet girl, back in bed now” He gives Helen a nod before climbing into the bed with Y/n. “Get some rest love, I’ve got you”.

The next day Y/n wakes up in an empty hospital bed. Removing the wires from her, she stands up and carefully puts her clothes back on.

She crept out of the room and down the corridor, knowing exactly where she needed to go.

Hearing the raised voices coming from the briefing room, she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

“-your concern Scottie”

“It is when the witch tries to kill my friend”.

“Friend” Bucky scoffs.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I see the way you look at her”

“Don’t be stu-“

“Doug stop.” Y/n says as she walks in.

“What are you doing here? Your meant to be resting”

“I’m fine”.

Marco pulls out a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit smiling at the woman who saved his life time after time.

“I’m going to say what I have to say then I’m leaving, don’t worry Nick my team will still help”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be there, can’t exactly back out of a deal now can I?” Fury’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion and Bucky noticed Douglas tensing at her words.

Sighing deeply, she closes her eyes “Sit or stand I don’t care but here’s the truth- I was the one that did betray you. I’m not sorry either”

“Y/n stop lying!” Fury says.

“…fine. It was Sharon.”

“That’s a lie!” Steve shouts.

“No it’s not. You see Steve, she was fucking you but she wanted your best friend. She wanted me out of the way, I didn’t even know that you lot were branding me as a traitor until Hydra found me several months later. Oh and I also killed Sharon”.

The Avengers sit there searching their memories from four years ago, and sure enough everything they were told was by Sharon.

“Wait what do you mean you killed her?” Steve asks.

“I put a round of bullets into her head, she was there with Hydra when they came knocking” She shrugged.

“But th-then that means you didn’t betray us?” Tony wheezes out.

“I’m many things but I’m loyal to a fault”

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear any apologies. Not from any of you. Fury I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you on the day of the mission.”

Leaving the room before anyone can say anything she heads back to the house.

*Four years ago.*

The nausea was driving her insane, she was on her way back from a mission with a handful of SHIELD agents who could hear her gagging in the back of the quinjet. Nothing was happening for her though.

“Talk to Cho and see if it’s something you ate or something” Lucas said to her as she came and sat down.

“Yeah I might”

And she did just that, getting off the jet she headed straight to medical bay. Telling Helen all her symptoms the nurse tells her to undo her suit and lay on the bed.

“What the hell is that noise?”

Chuckling “That’s a heartbeat, wait no there’s two. Look-“

“What? How?…What?” She always wanted to be a mum but Bucky thought he couldn’t have children because of what Hydra did to him.

“Two strong hearts, you’re having twins Y/n congratulations darling” Helen beams.

It’s only as she was zipping her suit back up she noticed the small prodding bump. Smiling she walks through the corridors subtly touching her stomach as she goes, reaching the common room she sees her friends - her family.

“Hey, where’s Bucky?” She’s asks.

“He’s in your twos room” Steve says with a smile.

“Okay thanks” Reaching the door to hers and Bucky’s room she didn’t realise that the team had followed her, with a smirk on their faces.

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of Bucky’s bottom half covered by the quilt moving back and forth and Natasha underneath him with her arms around his neck.

Natasha was the first one to see her, with a smirk playing on her lips she taps Bucky’s shoulder making him look at the doorway. His face completely void of showing any resemblance of emotion.

The team honestly expected Y/n to say anything, something, but not a single word comes from her mouth.

Instead she vanishes into thin air. The only sound for them to hear was her engagement ring clinking off the floor.

*Seven months after.*

Y/n did the most cliche of things, by moving to the middle of nowhere. She had a three bed cottage with acres of land.

It became her sanctuary. The one place she felt at peace, at home.

Most nights she didn’t sleep and if she did she was plagued by the images of Bucky in bed with Natasha. Tossing and turning throughout the night with silent tears streaming down her cheeks, the only thing that she had left in this world was her unborn babies and Roxy the fox that would come to see her every night.

At 8 months pregnant with the twins she was huge. She didn’t know what she was having, nor did she have a scan, which did sadden her. Luckily for her though the pregnancy was going smoothly. 

It was turning ten o’clock at night on a Thursday, she knew something was wrong when Roxy hadn’t showed up. The hairs on her arms stood to attention, Y/n could feel the air changing - becoming toxic.

“Little pig little pig I know you’re in there” A loud rough voice came from outside.

“Whatever you’re selling I’m not buying” She shouted back.

“Not selling anything sweetheart, you’ve got something that belongs to us.” The voice says again causing her to roll her eyes.

Creeping as much as she possibly could with an 8 month pregnancy bump towards the window leaving her to mutter out a quiet ‘fuck’ as she sees the two dozen men outside, armed and ready for a fight. Rolling her eyes once again at the symbol embroidered on their chest of the suits they wore.

Hydra.

She hated that she just couldn’t snap into thin air, more than ever right now. She had tried it a few times - like the time she ventured out in public to go to the store, and she was standing there in the middle of isle three when she had an accident. The most humiliating thing she ever endured. Trying so hard to disappear even as she tried to helped the young woman who worked there clean up her mess.

Even after she left the store without her things she walked as fast as she could to the beat up jeep she had, trying desperately to get it to work, nothing happened.

For weeks after that event she kept trying but always failed. It had only happened once and that was many years ago now, it was when she was shot in the leg. Her emotions were all over the place, she was only fourteen. It hit her that it was because of the twins she couldn-

“Come on Y/n you’ve got no where to run, you’ve got no one to help you, just co-come out”. A new, familiar voice was now heard.

Y/n squinted her eyes thinking of a way to not only protect her babies but the woman who had been her friend for years, the woman who she thought and believed had been abducted by Hydra and was being used to get her.

“Sharon? What are you doing here? Long time no see huh”

“Y/n they promised that they won’t hurt us, just come out”.

‘Think. Think. Oi don’t kick me right now. Come on and think’ repeating softly to herself as she looked around the room. Of course her home was littered with all sorts of weapons and ammunition but she didn’t want to be the first one to shoot just incase Sharon got caught in the crossfire.

“You’ve got five seconds to come out willingly before we start shooting. We don’t need you alive little pig just need that special little thing you stole from Hyd-“

Sharon’s safety wasn’t a priority anymore, not now that Hydra thinks her babies belonged to them. He gets cut off with a bullet in between his eyes.

“Let’s go boys” She shouts as bullets zoomed through the air one straight after the other.

Bullets tore their way all throughout her home, destroying everything she had built for herself and her babies. Holes littering one side of the home.

“No no no not that vas- goddamnit!” She mutters as her favourite vase smashes into tiny little pieces. “Now it’s personal”.

One by one the sound of heavy gunfire became more quieter, until there was only two guns firing.

She grimaces as a bullet skimmed her cheek, she readied herself to shoot again when a bullet was fired.

“Y-Y/n are you hit?” Sharon shouts.

“No, it took you long enough to help out Shaz”

“I’m coming in okay”

Y/n moved away from her position, moving towards the fireplace mantle to pick up a photo of her parents that had been hit when the door came open.

“How did they get you? Are you hurt?” Y/n says with her back to Sharon. “I’ve missed yo-“.

A gun clicking from behind her stopped her words from coming out. Sighing with an eye roll she continues her task of trying to get the glass out of the picture frame. “What are you doing Sharon?”

“What’s so important about you? Why does everyone always want you huh?”

“Hell if I know, nothing special about little ol’ me it’s quite annoying really”.

“What was Simon talking about?” Sharon questions.

“Who the hell is Simon?”

“The leader, the first one you killed”

“Oh him, I’m not sure. Didn’t he tell you when he abducted you?” Y/n could see a glimpse of her friend through the broken glass, gun ever so slightly shaking as her arm starts to tremble.

“They didn’t abduct me, I’ve been working with Hydra for over a three years now.”

It took her by surprise hearing that “Fair enough” is all she says.

“Yep, I told the Avengers that you turned rat and was betraying them and they all believed it”

“Silly twats, aren’t they?” Y/n chuckles.

“Turn around. Slowly and put your hands in the air” Sharon demanded.

“And wave them around like you just don’t care” Y/n sings, as she slowly turned around and raised her hands.

Sharon audibly gasped and stumbled backwards “Yo-you’re pregnant…”

“No shit Sherlock”

“Whose is it?”

“Bucky’s but don’t tell him it’s a secret” She winks.

“You bitch!” The blonde screams “you’ve taken my life!” She starts to pace back and forth, eyes bouncing from the gun to Y/n’s stomach.

“Not yet I haven’t…” Y/n whispers.

“I love him you know! But no he wanted you, you had him and I had to settle for Steve. And now, now you’re having the love of my life’s baby!”

Despite the situation she was in Y/n couldn’t stop the sharp tang in her heart at the sight of the tears gathering in her friends eyes. But just to be a bitch she corrected the blonde “Babies, plural”

“Y-you’re having twins?”

“Yep”

Her throat tightened as she sees Sharon’s finger squeezing on the trigger, both sets of eyes shot straight to the gun as it jams.

It all happened so fast, Y/n grabbed the gun and using the handle to smack Sharon in the face, causing the woman to fall on the floor screaming in pain. Y/n walked past her to leave her home when Sharon’s hand wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her to the ground. Sharon was up first out of the pair and was straddling Y/n back, gripping her hair in a tight vice she raised Y/n’s head before smacking it down. Again and again and again.

Sharon finally gets up kicking Y/n’s side in the process. “I’m going to do the thing I should of done years ago, you ruined my life-“

The blonde gets cut off when Y/n kicks her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall back down.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that Sharon, Jesus”. Ever so slowly she manages to get up, her hands going to her belly “All this for a man? You’ve really lost your bloody marbles Shaz!”

“It’s Bucky! I love him” Sharon screams.

“Yeah well so did I until I caught him fucking my best friend!” She screamed back.

The pain and confusion flashed over Sharon’s face “No, your lying”

“I’m not. God I wish I was, but nope caught him fucking Natasha”

“He wouldn’t do that to me!”

“You? He was engaged to me, you absolute weirdo. Sharon just stop alright, it’s over I’m done. You want him so badly have at him! I don’t, I don’t want to fight you anymore, so please get up off my floor, stop crying and leave.”

She watches as Sharon picks herself off the ground, who then stops as they both hear that one sound Y/n had been dreading.

Her waters splashing onto the floor.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” She whispers to herself as she looks down at the sight.

With Y/n distracted she didn’t see Sharon standing fully or her running towards her.

The punch to her stomach caused her to stumble backwards, the punch to her cheek that had been sliced open by the bullet from earlier caused her to flinch. The pain in her abdomen intensified as she sees Sharon bending down to grab the gun.

“Told you I was going to end th-“ Sharon says just before she’s cut off with a bullet in between her eyes.

Whether it was because of the pain to her aching body or at the fact she was just made to kill someone she thought was a good friend, her finger wouldn’t stop pulling on the trigger.

Even after the gun kept clicking.

“Stupid bitch you could have just left but no you had to be a cunt” Y/n shouts at the dead body laying in her living room.

Dropping the gun, her hand went in between her thighs, bringing her hand back up her heart dropped at the sight of blood.

Slowly walking to find her phone she dialled the number of the one person she trusted more than anyone in this world.

“Hi love, we’ll b-“

“Doug I-I need you. Babies are comi-“ She cuts herself off when a scream tears its way out.

“We’re on our way!”

“H-hurry.” She says just as she drops the phone as she slides down to the floor.

Doug and Fran arrived as fast as they humanly could. Both of their hearts dropped to the pit of their stomachs when they saw all the bodies lying in her front yard.

Running inside they see the body of a blonde and Y/n, legs open as she births her baby.

“Love we’re here, Doug get towels quickly” Fran’s frantic yet soft voice says.

“I-it’s the second one” and that’s when the ringing of adrenaline fades and was replaced by a cry, when they look to the side they see the tiny body of baby number one.

Neither Fran or Doug moved as they watched their friend deliver her second baby. Neither one of them could wrap their heads around the strength Y/n showed time and time again.

It shouldn’t have surprised them really.

“T-this one’s a girl, what about the other one” Y/n asked, voiced laced with tiredness.

“A boy, he’s a beautiful baby boy” Fran smiles as she picks the still crying baby up, handing him over to his momma.

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Y/n’s eyes move from her babies to the couple in front of her.

“R-really love? You want to name them after us?” Doug asks with tears in his eyes.

“Of course, you’re their godparents after all”

*two months before Fury rings her*

Y/n makes her way through the busy streets with her head down. She can’t stop the eye roll when she notices the two agents following her.

Slowing her pace she waited for the inevitable to happen.

As the agents got behind her a black van comes skidding past, the sliding door comes open, a sack is placed over her head and she’s pushed in.

“Do you guys want me to act scared or what?”

“Shut up”.

“Feisty”

After a while the van comes to a stop and she’s all but dragged out of it.

When the sack was removed her eyes dart around, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, she’s in an abandoned warehouse.

“Ah Ross, so good to see you. You know if you wanted to see me so badly you could have just called” She smiles at the man.

“Wanted to surprise you Y/n”

“Oh yeah no I noticed, I was so surprised I didn’t see it coming…notice the sarcasm?”. Her head tilts to the side at the sound of footsteps “Hi Fury”

The man gives her a curt nod “Y/n”

“Wanna tell me why I’m here?”

“We have proof that you weren’t the rat, you can come back to SHIE-“

“Absolutely not. I’m fine in doing what I’m doing now thanks, can I go?”

“Y/n you’re a mercenary-“

“It pays the bills” She shrugs.

Fury shakes his head at Ross when he tries to continue, “You didn’t seem so surprised when he mentioned a rat, why?”

“Bit slow aren’t you? Let me guess the one that betrayed you was…Sharon? Yep I knew, um three years ago? Yeah something like that”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Didn’t think you lot deserved the truth so, can I now go?”

“We need to tell the Aveng-“ 

“No. Don’t, look let’s just keep everyone thinking I turned rat okay? It’s the best for everyone.”

Both men look to each other before slowly nodding. “It’s so great to see you Y/n” Fury says as he tries to pull her into a hug.

Stepping back she puts her hands up “I don’t like being touched nowadays, so no touching but it’s great to see you too Nicky”

“I told you not to call me that. See you” He chuckles and making his exit.

“We need to talk Y/n” Ross sighs once the pair are alone.

“About?”

“Your old team” 

Her heart stops.

“W-what about them?” She knows exactly what it’s about.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he looks at her with sympathetic eyes. “The officials want you all to pay for what happened that night”.

“We was set up Ross! Right from the get go, it was all a fucking set up!”

“I know, Y/n I know. I tried telling them but they won’t listen to me” He speaks earnestly.

“Why aren’t they going after John?”

John Cooper, a name she hasn’t heard or spoke of or thought of for over ten years now. He was Y/n’s handler for a year, he made her go out and find people who was at the top of their game. She didn’t know why but she did as she was told to do, finding the best of the best.

Douglas - best snipper in the army. Helped that he could fight like a beast.

Marco - best hacker she had ever seen, fighter, built like a brick wall (secretly a cuddle bear).

Colleen - she saved Y/n’s life when she had been cornered in a dark alleyway neither her or her attacker saw the knife coming. No brainer.

Marley - a young girl at the time was an experiment Y/n stumbled on, she didn’t have the heart to leave her and when she saw what she was capable of doing, she brought her on board too.

Then there was Hank - the biggest mistake she ever made. He was ruthless and conniving, she thought it would work well in her favour until they all heard screaming and they saw him pinning a seventeen year old Marley to the wall and was trying to shove his hand into the girls trousers. Y/n didn’t hesitate to put a bullet into his skull, catching Marley as she fell.

John said they needed another person but she refused. There was no way she was going to bring another person in, not after what had happened.

Their mission was for them to break into a government base and download all the information off the computers, when they got there, there was dead bodies of workers.

Pulling back Y/n ordered them to leave, the moment they stepped back outside they were surrounded by the military, FBI and even SHIELD. 

That was the night she met both Ross and Fury.

“Y/n he’s dead, died in a Mexican prison seven years ago.”

“Oh…”

“I need you to tell me the locations of all four of them”

Chuckling softly, “that’s not going to happen Ross and you know it.”

“No I know-“

“If I give them me, confess to murdering all those people, tell them l was the only person that did it, will they leave them alone?” She asks desperately.

“But that’s not tr-“

“It doesn’t matter what’s true or not Ross. Will they yes or no?”

Closing his eyes he whispers “yes”.

“Let me make one phone call and I’ll come with you, right here right now”.

“That doesn’t need to happen. I’ll need your help soon, you help and I’ll make sure you get a fair trial”

“My old team walks. Free and clear, no one comes after them and I want it in writing Ross.”

“Deal.”

Shaking hands she walks back over to the van, hopping in “take me back from where you kidnapped me from”.

*Back to the present*

The first thing she did when she got into her car was FaceTime Fran who answered after a few rings.

“Hey”

“Hi, Doug told me what happened you’re supposed to be resting Y/n/n”.

“I’m fine,honestly. Where’s my little terrors?”

Laughing Fran calls for the twins, Y/n couldn’t stop smiling when she heard their feet’s pounding on the floor shouting for her.

“Here, talk to momma - I’ll talk to you after okay missy”.

“Of course. Hi babies”

“Momma” they replied in unison. To see them brought a smile to her lips, her heart ached with the need to hold them in her arms.

“Guess what bubbas!”

“What” Logan asked.

“Momma loves you both, so so much!”

“I wuv you mama” Harlow screams down the phone, making her and Fran laugh.

“Logie aren’t you going to tell me the same?”

“I wuv you momma so so so so so so much” His little face beams.

They were truly the perfect mixture of Y/n and Bucky. Logan had Y/n’s eyes whilst Harlow had Bucky’s, Harlow had her fathers smile and Logan had his mommas. The mannerisms of the pair were the exact same as their parents.

She spoke with them for close to an hour, them telling her all about their fun filled day. Saying goodbye to them pained her, she hated saying them words to her babies. Speaking with Fran for a bit she ended the call and went back to the house.

In dire need of sleep.

The rest of the week passed, Douglas visiting her most days and telling her that the team of superheroes wanted to see her to apologise, nothing was ever said back to him, leaving him hoping that things were different. 

It was the day of the mission, she rang Fran so she could speak to her babies one last time. She left the house and headed back to the tower.

“It’s important that everyone knows exactly what the plan is. Nothing can go wrong”. Fury speaks from the head of the table. “Anyone want to saying anything?”

“Yeah, Y/n I’m so so-“ Wanda tries to say.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over and done with, my guys- are you ready?”

“Yes boss” All answer.

“Well, good luck everyone”.

On the quinjet ten minutes later, awkwardness filled the air as both teams sit on opposite sides. No words are spoken other than the pilot saying they were taking off.

Exactly three hours twenty-five minutes and 13 seconds - she timed it - was how long it took for Tony to say something, to be honest she was shocked it took him that long.

“Y/n can we talk?”

“If it’s an apology I don’t want it, it mean’s absolutely nothing to me. If it’s about the mission, then yes we can talk.”

“We need to apologise Y/n/n”

The nickname coming from Sam’s lips make her flinch. “I don’t want it nor need it.”

The quinjet fell silent once again.

That was until Bucky broke it. “I never cheated on you”

Everyone noticed the flash of pain in her eyes, “what?”

“I never slept with Nat, we pretended in order to hurt you, ba-Y/n we believed that you betrayed us”

“Believed Sharon don’t you mean.”

“We-I didn-“

“Awesome.”

“What?”

“I think it’s funny that instead of asking me and oh I don’t know believing me, instead you all believed a desperate blonde who had to settle for the man who still pines after her dead aunt, it’s quite absurd to me really.”

“We didn’t know what to believe Y/n. You’re the one that killed Sharon s-“ Steve speaks and ultimately gets cut off.

“I only killed her because I had no other choice!”

“There’s always a choice” He spat back.

“You’re right. But that night I didn’t have one, I wish it wasn’t but she left me no choice!”

“Why did you do it?”

“Pilot how long do we have long left?” They all look baffled by her change of the subject.

“We’re nearly here Miss”.

“Thanks” turning to look Bucky directly in the eyes “when this is all over Doug can explain it to you, end of discussion.”

The quinjet lowers to the ground and everyone takes their leave, just as Y/n walked past Douglas she slides two things into his pocket before gripping his hand and smiling towards him, he squeezes her hand and leans over to place a kiss to her temple.

Bullets fly freely, smoke fill their lungs, grunts and screams are heard. Pushing forwards they all work as one.

They had only been there for less than an hour before the remaining members of The Lords surrender.

After all the intel was gathered, the prisoners on board, they hear the sound of another jet.

“What the hell?” Tony asks.

The Avengers watch as Y/n gives each of her team a lingering hug - who all apart from Douglas looked confused.

As she gets to Doug hugging him too, she whispers something into his ear that even the two super soldiers couldn’t hear, pulling back they stand to attention and salute one another.

She says nothing as she passes them and up the soldiers who put handcuffs on her.

“What the hell just happen-“ Bucky stumbles out but is cut off when the jet carrying the woman who he was still very much in love with inside exploded.

Marley screams and the sound breaks Douglas’s heart, he grabs the woman who he’s always seen as his daughter in his arms as well as Colleen who falls to her knees. Marco stands there with his dark brown eyes not moving away from the still falling parts of the jet.

The Avengers, they all have silent tears streaming down their cheeks, none of them know what to say or do. They’ve just witnessed the person who at one point they trusted more than anything, the person they all betrayed just die.

Douglas walks past them all with both women in his arms and walks straight up the ramp with Marco following behind.

When everyone’s on board the quinjet they see him sitting in the seat Y/n was occupying.

“The day she walked in on you fucking her best friend she found out she was pregnant. The night she killed Sharon, Hydra had showed up at her home wanting the babies, that scar she has-had on her cheek was from a bullet graze, Sharon tried to kill Y/n - caused her to go into early labour. Y/n killed Sharon because she had no other choice, hell she even gave the blonde bitch an out. When me and my wife got there she was in the middle of delivering her second baby.” He shakes his head sadly “the reason my best friend is dead is because of us” pointing to himself and the other three “she made a decision to leave her babies behind just so we didn’t get given the death penalty”.

Douglas pulls out the items Y/n had put into his pocket, her ring - the one with two love hearts that represented her twins, and her dog tags that also had two smaller tags with the twins names, date of birth engraved on them.

“James, she made me and my wife adopt the twins. She knew exactly what she was going to do when Ross talked to her about their deal, she said it was okay for us to let you see them. But please don’t think for one second that you’ll be able to take them away from us, because pal even if you are a super solider I’ll still kill you.”

Bucky sits there with tears in his eyes, “what’s their names?”

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Doug tells him with a smile.

“Ca-if it’s okay with you and your wife, can I meet them?”

“You won’t try anything stupid?”

“No, god no of course not!”

“Then yeah that can be arranged.”

For two years Bucky sees the children he didn’t know existed until two years ago.

His heart dropped to his stomach when Douglas took him to the house that Y/n had brought for them to live in after they retired. It became the warm loving home for Douglas, Fran and the kids.

Bucky did retire, the day after he lost the love of his life and met his children for the first time, and not only that but he also brought the house next door.

He formed a great bond with the couple who let him see the kids whenever he wanted - which was now every day since he moved next door.

The bond he had with his children was now unbreakable. Everyday he was reminded of what he lost and lost out of just by looking at their adorable little faces. He loved them so deeply, loving them at its purest form. He wishes more than anything that he could go back in time and redo everything all over again, but since he can’t he continues to make up for lost time.

He’s sat in the living room with the kids, Doug and Fran when a knock comes from the front door, he watches as Doug goes to answer and truly didn’t think anything of it.

“Hi babies” A warm voice says.

“Momma!” The twins scream in unison.

Shooting up from were he was laying on the floor building with the Lego set Steve brought Logan, he watches his kids jump up and run over to Y/n who instantly picks them up.

She’s alive. She’s standing right in front of him. His chest tightens. She’s really here.

“H-how?” He whispers but she hears it.

“You’ve been doing so great with them, I’ve been watching” she smiles.

He walks slowly over to her as she puts the kids down and he doesn’t hesitate or think about it before he smashes his lips to hers.

“I still love you Y/n/n”

“I still love you Bucky”

The kids squeal and jump in circles around their parents as Doug and Fran hold on to each other. 

Y/n pulls away from the man she still loves after everything and picks up her big babies.

“I told you I’ll always come back”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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[joonsytip]

Say Don't Go || Wonwoo

Synopsis: You say you love him but Wonwoo says nothing back.

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: Just one of my self indulging thoughts.

Sequels : So It Goes | All Too Well

[ SVT Masterlist ] [ SVT Flick - Fic Masterlist ]

"I like you, a lot. I have had feelings for you since the university days. Been quite a few years."

Silence looms upon the atmosphere. There's a very neutral expression on Wonwoo's face, he isn't surprised.

Your grip on the clutch tightens, "Seems like you already know and you're not gonna say anything now?"

Wonwoo stares at you unwavering. He asks, "What do you expect me to say? That I like you as well?"

"Don't you?", you step forward, closing the gap between you two, "Tell me I read the signs wrong."

There's a slight change in his demeanor, his eyes flash something you should never witness so he looks down in the pretense of fixing the tie.

"Your family consists of conglomerates including yourself. I'm just a secretary who works for Seungcheol. Both him and his wife are your friends. You all belong to the same circle, I don't.", Wonwoo painfully narrates.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you reciprocate my feelings.", your voice falters, "Please think through."

"Easy for you to say. Do you even know how hard it is for people like me who aren't born rich? People already think I'm leaching off Seungcheol and if we get together there's no end to it. I'm used to it but you won't be able to take it even for a day because you're sensitive."

"If you know that I'm sensitive then why are you hurting me now?"

"It's better to get hurt now then to regret it later. You're not a teenager anymore, stop acting like one.", his words cut sharp at you.

"If all that matters to you then what about my feelings? It seems that they're the only ones those doesn't matter.", you wipe the tears streaming down your face, "Do you even know how hard it was for me to muster up the courage to be here. I am so used to liking you in silence that it made me back out every time I thought of confessing to you."

There's nothing Wonwoo wants but to run to you, engulfing you in his embrace. He wants to kiss away your tears, he wants to murmur sweet nothings in your ears.

He has always been wary of his financial background, more because he only has a brother who's sick and hospitalized. He's scared because he's seen the conspiracy Seungcheol's father plotted against his wife making them part ways back then even though she herself is a heiress. He has seen his friends suffering to no extent. To him rich people are selfish and wicked.

He couldn't afford to hurt you, doesn't want to fall prey to the rich and influential when there's already a lot on his plate. So he resorts to holding himself back, like he always has.

"Don't you like me? I know you do..."

Wonwoo exhales heavily, "No, I don't like you. Sorry if I have ever given you mixed signals but that was never my intention."

"Don't do this please because I'm serious, I might be in love with you--"

"You should leave.", he speaks not looking in your eyes, "There's no point having a baseless conversation."

"Are you sure? Because I'd stay forever if you say don't go."

"Just go Y/N. And please don't do this ever again. It was very uncomfortable for me."

You sniffle and nod your head understanding, "I'm sorry, just forget that this ever happened."

Just as you turn and make way to head out, all the memories flashes. The butterflies in his stomach when you both had teamed up for a fest event in university. When you smiled so bright at him always making his heart flutter. When at every party he searched for you because you're the reason he attended those in first place . When your drunk self bravely clung on his arm pulling him close and leaning on his shoulder at the seashore in comfortable silence while others drenched themselves in the waters at a spontaneous trip. You're his serotonin boast, you're his paradise in gloom. But he would never say the truth, never say out loud that it's not only you but he might love you as well.

After he ensures you're out of his sight, faraway, he collapses on the ground, gasps in pain. The glass falls from his face breaking in pieces like his heart is, filled with sheeting cracks. He has become a terrible mess.

"I like you too, Y/N.", he confesses in tears to the void which you had occupied till few moments earlier.

But you're not there to listen.

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[jennay]

Haunted Memories

Request: The reader has been tagging along with the guys while they are on tour. She is in a relationship with Noah. They are back in their hometown and the reader is walking through the venue when she is stopped by her ex, which she had an abusive past with. She immediately gets shaken up by seeing him. Instead of hanging out on the side stage to watch the guys like she normally does, the reader heads back to the bus. Noah notices that she isn't around before and when they are on stage, so he starts to wonder where the reader is. After the show is over, he finds out from someone backstage that she had went back to the bus before the show even started. When he gets on the bus, he finds the reader distraught and extremely upset. Maybe something along those lines.

Warnings: talks of physical abuse lots of angst but ends in fluffy goodness

Word Count: 2100

Noah Master List

You couldn't believe it. Of all the places in the world, the final show of the tour had to be in your home town. Noah had warned you about this, but you didn't think it would affect you so much.

You found yourself wandering around the venue, feeling like a ghost, while Bad Omens rocked the stage. This place was haunted by your past. You had so many memories here, some that made you smile and some that made you shiver.

You remembered the day Noah left Virginia, the day your best friend ripped your heart out. You sobbed when he hugged you goodbye, but you also cheered him on.

You wanted him to follow his dreams, even if it meant leaving you behind. You wanted to go with him, but you had things to finish in Richmond, things that couldn't wait.

You sighed as you walked to the merch section, looking for comfort in the colorful shirts. Buying new shirts from all the tours was your guilty pleasure. You told Noah once that you would make a quilt out of them someday, a quilt that would keep you warm and remind you of him when you couldn't tour with the band.

"Y/n?"

You spin around and freeze. There he is, the monster who ruined your life, the one you thought was locked up for good. Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you feel sick as your memories flood. How could this happen? Why did you have to bump into him here, of all places?

Why couldn't Noah be by your side to protect you from him? Your hands tremble as you back away, wishing you could vanish.

You try to speak, but your throat is dry, and your voice is gone.

He moves closer to you, a wicked grin on his face. He pretends he didn't do anything wrong, he didn't send you to the hospital with broken bones and bruises, and he didn't make you fear every man who looked at you.

"It's so nice to see you I-, I went by your parent's house last year. I wanted to apologize for, you know, things that happened in the past." He bites his lip. You can tell he's nervous, but you don't know if the regret in his voice is being faked or not, "I've changed a lot." He tells you.

You shake your head in disbelief, "Fuck you!" You roughly say. "You don't get to walk back into my life and say shit to me." You turn to walk away, feeling your adrenaline rush. Who did he think he was? Did he really think an apology would make you swoon and forgive him?

You feel a hand grab your wrist, and he pulls you back to him. You feel like you did all those years ago, "I've changed. I'm sorry for what I did. I went through therapy, and they said the best thing I could do was ask for forgiveness. It's part of the program I'm in. I'm not heavy in addiction anymore. I don't even know that person, and I'm so ashamed! Please just listen to me. Please, I'm sorry."

You feel your body tremble as you pull your wrist out of his grasp, "You knew I'd be here, didn't you?" You look down at his hand that’s reaching for you again. You quickly swat it away, "Don't fucking touch me. If my boyfriend sees you, of all people even near me, you will end up in the hospital."

He nods knowingly. "I know you're dating Noah now. I'm not here to step on your toes. I just need you to forgive me." He desperately says like this was the last thing on his list before he could move on.

You snap your head back, shocked by his words, baffled by how he could ever expect you to forgive him. “You don’t deserve a fucking thing from me.” You hissed. “I hate you. You shattered me beyond repair. You twisted me, and I could never heal from what you did. You wrecked all my chances of happiness, you ruined what I could’ve been for Noah, and you dare to ask for my forgiveness?” You snarl through gritted teeth. “You think you’re worthy of that?” You pause, feeling your jaw clench. “I hope you die with the guilt of what you did. I hope it torments you every time you touch another woman.” Your eyes fill with tears, “But most of all, I hope everyone you love abandons you.”

You see his eyes turn black, and before you can react, his hand is flying towards your face, just like old times. You shut your eyes, bracing for the pain, but relax when you hear a familiar voice, "Whoa there, buddy. What the fuck is it that you think you're doing?" You hear Steven's voice ring in your ears, and you open your eyes to see that Steven has David's arm in his hand over your head. He roughly throws it aside and quickly pushes you behind him. "I don't know who the fuck you are...but I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I cause a scene."

Steven wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he walks away from David. He looks down at you feeling your body slightly shaking still, "I'm not going to ask if you're OK because obviously, you're not, but who the fuck was that and do we need security to follow you around from now on?"

You shake your head no, your eyes landing on the ground as you walk, "He'd nobody, and I don't want to talk about it."

Steven nods understandingly, "Let me walk you back to the bus. I'll know you're safe there, and I'll let Noah know where you are, okay?"

"I don't really want Noah to know about this." You say sheepishly.

Steven bites his lip, knowing he's about to say something you won't like, "You know I can't do that."

You take a deep breath, "I know."

After the show, Steven immediately finds Noah to talk to him about what he witnessed.

Noah clenches his fists as Steven tells him what he saw. “I don’t know who the bastard was, she wouldn’t tell me. She shut me out, and I didn’t want to push her.”

He wishes he could have been there instead of Steven, but he’s grateful to him for stepping in and stopping the assault before it happened. He knows if he had been there and seen a man try to hurt you, he’d lose it. He’d end up in jail, but he wouldn’t regret it. He’d smile in his mug shot, knowing he did the right thing. Whether you were his girlfriend or not, you would always be safe with him.

Before Noah opens the bus door, he takes a deep breath. He asked the others to leave you alone for a while before they came to check on you. He wanted to make sure you were okay, or at least not falling apart.

He knew you hated showing your vulnerability in front of anyone. Even with him, you tried to act strong and hide your pain. He opens the door, scanning the bus for you. He doesn’t see you anywhere until he hears a faint whimper from the bunk area. His heart breaks at the sound of your cry.

Noah walks softly toward the noise, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He sees you lying in his bunk, staring blankly at the ceiling. He notices the tear stains on your cheeks and the redness in your eyes.

You don’t look at him as he kneels by the side. He gently reaches for your hand, making you flinch out of your daze. Noah wants to kill the man who did this to you. He wants to smash things and yell at the world. He wants to make the pain go away. You didn’t deserve this. How could anyone be so cruel to you?

"Baby," he coos while brushing your hair out of your face, "What can I do to help?"

You tilt your head finally looking him in the eyes. You wipe your burning cheeks and turn on your side, patting the spot next to you.

He nods and slides into the bunk beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggle close. He tenderly strokes your hair as you cry into his chest, letting out all the emotions that have been bottled up inside you. He holds you firmly, making you feel safe and loved in his embrace.

“I don’t want to feel this way.” You say in a shaky voice. “It’s like every time I think I’m healing, something triggers me, and I feel worthless and broken. The voice in the back of my head…” You pause, gasping for air, “It keeps telling me I’m not good enough, and I want to be good enough for you, but I’m so damaged, and I know you’ll leave me too because I don’t deserve you.”

Noah’s face twists with confusion and pain, wondering how you could ever doubt yourself so much. “Y/n…” He says softly, pulling away from you slightly, lifting your chin, and making you look into his eyes, “I will never leave you.” He kisses your nose and smiles gently, “If you ever want to break up with me, that’s your decision, but I’ll do everything in my power to keep you. I was serious when I said I was going to marry you someday. I know you might have thought it was a joke, I mean we were only fourteen, but I meant it with all my heart.” He says, pulling you back to his chest. “Was it David?”

He feels you nod your head against his chest. “Yeah.” You whisper, barely audible.

Noah feels his blood boil, he’d heard rumors from your friends about what he did to you, and he remembered the hospital visits, the bruises and the scars. You didn’t tell him the truth back then, but you opened up to him before you became official, just in case he changed his mind.

He kisses your forehead and whispers, “ I’m sorry he hurt you. I’m so sorry he made you feel this way. But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, always. I love you more than you can imagine. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re amazing. And I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re stuck with me.”

You feel his words warm your heart, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him tight. You feel a flicker of hope, a spark of happiness. You smile and say, “I love you. Thank you for being here and being you. I’m not going anywhere either, I promise. You’re stuck with me, too.”

He laughs and hugs you closer, feeling a wave of relief and joy. “Sounds perfect to me. We’re going to be OK, you know that, right? We’re going to get through this together. We’re going to have a happy ending.”

You nod and kiss his chest, feeling loved. “I believe you. We’re going to be OK. We’re going to have a happy ending.” You repeat.

He nods and kisses your hair, feeling love and hope. I love you, Y/n."

“I love you, Noah. I love you more than words can say.” You cuddle up to him, feeling his heartbeat, warmth, and love. You close your eyes, feeling worn out from all the emotions of the day, and drift off to sleep, feeling safe and happy in his arms.

You dream of a better future with him, where you’re both happy and free—a future with only happy endings.

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[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 6

you saw me as someone worth saving.

i didn’t want what happened to change the way you saw me.

we’re gonna get through this. we kind of have to.

sometimes our mistakes follow us.

in fact, i did not start out a bad person.

glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.

as usual, i make the wrong decision.

i was scared. i’m just tired of being scared. 

all that rage is bad for your complexion. 

you are so sweet and naive and dumb.

curious. how many more rock bottoms are you going to have to hit before you start taking care of yourself?

i used to think a lot of shit matters.

talking makes things real. and real things end.

i wanted to be a part of your world. but i didn’t know your world was like this. 

i’m so sick of people telling me who i am.

the guilt of it all. what are we supposed to do with that? 

i don’t want to be afraid anymore.

it’s like i always used to need someone else to make me feel whole. 

you didn’t let me down.

you’re this fiery, passionate person.

we’re working to stop the monsters and to stop people from turning into monsters.

it’s important to have an exit plan that’s more than just an exit.

maybe it’s not so bad when you’re the one holding the knife.

at least i know who i am.

i’m nobody’s guiding light.

i don't belong to anybody.

i was alone. surrounded by people, but still alone.

rise and shine, we’re in hell. 

this is the worst it’s been. that feeling in the pit of my stomach.

you’re going dark on me again.

if you’re bullshitting me, i don’t care.

i never wanted to be the bad guy.

why did anyone ever do shit for me when all i ever did was let them down?

look at you, always standing in my fucking way.

your memory is like… lethally selective.

what if we end up making each other freaking miserable?

what if i hurt you? i’ve hurt people before. very badly.

for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.

you’re the future, kid. never forget that. 

i guess i just want it to make some kind of sense.

however this plays out, i’m seeing it through with you.

you’ve done a lot, no question. but there is always more.

you believed in me when i didn’t.

this may shock you, but not everyone here likes you.

this place makes you face your demons or something, and turns out, your demons are really fucking ugly.

maybe in the end it’ll be me and you trying together. 

maybe it makes me selfish. i don’t think it makes me wrong.

there’s a whole world out there for you. go. fight for it. be brave.

i'm talking the greater good. doesn't always have to be what's best for everybody.

it doesn’t matter how shitty they are. it still fucks you up when they’re gone.

sometimes, someone comes into your life at just the right moment, you know?

stop being mad at me for wanting a different future.

you’re not like the others. but you know that, don’t you?

this isn’t pressure. it’s winning. 

i want a life where we can just… be. 

the worst has already fucking happened. i don’t think i’ve got it in me to be that scared about something that could be good.

we can’t save anyone until we save ourselves.

if you’re with me, i need you to say it.

what gives you the right to choose who lives and who dies?

i don’t know how this is going to end or what happens to me, but for whatever it’s worth, i am with you. 

why am i always doing bad things in your dreams?

you don’t trust anybody else to take care of things.

enough people have died. 

tell me you didn’t kill anyone. if you say it, i’ll believe you.

thank you for believing in me. 

i don’t wanna die.

i was just following your lead the whole time. we all were.

i’m not a hero. i’m just helping a friend.

i don’t think this is goodbye. 

you need someone to help get you there, and you have to get there.

i’m sorry you met me, but i’m glad i got to know you. i’ll never forget you.

can’t i just blame everything on my mother and be done with it?

the whole world’s haunted.

i did monstrous things. 

you’re happy. which you’re allowed to be, in case you didn’t know.

just because someone saved your life doesn’t mean you have to live the rest of it for them.

it is not up to you to carry everyone else.

put your trust in other people. in me.

sometimes, helping hurts like hell.

i just wish sometimes i had a map to figure you out.

it’s a crazy world out here, full of people who sometimes disappoint us, but it’s damn beautiful.

i’m sorry. small words for something so big.

what do you live for? living takes effort now, it takes everything. those still alive have their reasons.

the world is nothing without hope.

think about what you want. what you truly want.

the bad things we do must be done. we carry that burden so the others don’t have to.

i’m gonna screw with your life just like the way you did with mine.

this place, it’s safe. it’s good for everybody.

we take what we got, and we make it work.

they changed the game, so we change how we play.

oh my god, you killed him.

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[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

true blue

masterlist | boygenius masterlist

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

'and it feels good to be known so well, i can't hide from you like i hide from myself' 'i remember who i am when i'm with you'

angst; mentions of blood and violence, low self worth, villainisation of oneself, fluff; friends to lovers, a little kissy kiss, an attempt at natasha's redemption albeit a slightly shoddy one, probably too much dialogue - happy ending

You couldn’t bring yourself to look in a mirror, to see the broken monster that had been forged; molded out of an empty human. Pliable and bent to the will of sadistic puppeteers. 

You looked out at the lake before you, fingers picking at the grass you sat upon with nobody but yourself. With the sound of birds and your own breathing, the faint scent of metal and sweat still clinging to you. You’d headed straight here on your return, not brave enough to stomach the sight of your clothes, the looks from your teammates, the memory of the day. 

You’d hurt them. On purpose. Something you vowed to never do again. One threat against your team’s safety and you were back to who you were, that toy soldier made to hunt for blood. It was like riding a bike. It was sardonic how something so gentle could be compared to something so horrific. As if the pedaling of feet could somehow be likened to the memory of muscles wielding weapons, delivering fatal blows as you watched with pleasure as life drained from enemy eyes. 

It makes you sick how you don’t regret it; you’d do it again to protect those you’d grown to care about. ‘Once a monster, always a monster’ you thought.

“You gonna sit out here brooding all night?” Natasha murmured as she approached you, taking a seat beside you on the grass with her legs out in front of her and her shoulder nudging into yours. 

She watched as you shrugged and how you looked at your hands in your lap, still decorated with red, grime beneath your nails. She saw the disgust you observed them with. She knew this feeling all too well. 

You flinched at the touch to your cheek, a gentleness you didn’t deserve. You hadn’t even realised a bruise was forming, that a cut had dried with blood. You probably deserved it. 

Natasha knew you too well, well enough to bring a wipe with her to clean it up. She said nothing when you hissed at the sting, nor at the welling of tears in your eyes. At the tremble of your bottom lip or the shaking of your inhaled breaths.

“When I started at Shield all I could focus on was all the red in my ledger. I was fixated on righting all the wrongs, washing my hands clean of all the blood I’d spilled - the pain I’d caused.” Natasha spoke.

“Nat, you don’t have to talk about this- I know you don’t like to I-”

“Would you let me finish?” she huffed, smiling at your laugh as she finished up cleaning your wound. “And all of that guilt ate away at me for so so long. Years and years of torment from my past. Until you.”

Your gaze shot towards her at that, eyeing her sincerity and the honesty of her lips. 

“I think that, whether we like it or not, change in ourselves is inevitable. That day I met you I felt myself begin to change again - I saw myself in you, something I’d never seen in anyone else. And in some twisted act of fate, you became my best friend.” 

You tried to pull your hand away when her fingers brushed against the skin, but a defiant grasp kept you still. She didn’t care that your hands weren’t clean. She only cared about you.

“When I changed for the better I thought it’d be the only time. I thought that was it for me, I’d turned my life around to be something I could control and although I’d spend my time working with my guilt, it was better than before. I settled for that change.” She explained, mindlessly playing with your fingers with hers while you intently watched her face. “But when you came along I felt it shift again.”

“I finally realised that the good that people saw in me - despite me only seeing the darkness - really did exist. Because I saw it in you - I do see it in you.”

“I could never be as good as you,” you breathed.

“You already are.” she insisted. “Listen, change isn’t gonna happen overnight. It isn’t gonna be linear. There’ll be days like today where you feel like you’re this hideous monster. But through helping you, I helped myself. I can see now that we are not what they made us into.”

“Sometimes I don’t even know who I am. I used to be unburdened by this itching, aching feeling - constantly second-guessing every move I make. I used to be happy, I’m sure. I think. I’ll never be that me again.” 

“C’mere.” She answered, standing up and pulling you along with her.

“If you’re about to push me into the lake, please don’t”

“Not today.” Natasha laughed as she pulled you to sit next to her again, this time on the bank of the lake, so close you could see each wind-made ripple on the water. “This is who you are,” she spoke, gesturing towards the reflection of your faces in the clear water beneath you. 

“I can’t-” you began with a shake of your head. Your voice betrayed you with a crack and a tightness in your throat. All that you saw was evil. 

“Alright. Look at me then. What do you see?”

“I see- I see a hero. I see someone strong, who’s overcome more than anyone should have to. Somebody who defied all those who made her doubt herself - who made her feel like anything other than selfless and brave.” 

“Y’know what?” 

“Hm?”

“I believe you.” You couldn’t help but return her smile. She always would trust anything you’d say, how couldn’t she? And she would never lie to you. She truly had felt herself grow with you around, because how could she call herself a monster when she so desperately pleaded with you to see yourself as anything but? 

You dared a glance at the water, the light waves upon the surface gently distorting the image peering back at you. Natasha’s face was displayed beside yours, auburn hair shining in the sun, her lips resting in a light smile and her hand entwining with yours. 

“And when I look at you, I see the same. If I can be a hero, so can you. If I’m selfless then you are too.” She murmured, guiding your hand with hers to brush against the coolness of the water, letting it flow beneath your touch. “You are in control now, no one else. See how easily you can change for the better?” She added, swiping across the blood on your skin to let the water wash it clean. “You can be whoever you want to be.” 

“Are you sure?” you whispered in return and her heart squeezed at the uncertain smallness of your voice. And she saw the way you looked at your face with disdain, at the mark left behind as just another reminder of the violence you let take over your body. 

“I see your scars. I see your pain. I see how it all makes you that much more perfect,” she uttered. You saw her head turn to look at you and you allowed her to study each vulnerable line and contour, each thick swallow in your neck and lick of your tongue across cracked lips. “I see your eyes and how soft they are. I see the way you smile whenever you laugh and how you look anywhere but my eyes when I pay you a compliment. I see you. The real you.” 

You let yourself look at her, this perfect sight. A hand brushing her own hair behind her ear, cheeks tinted a shade of pink you’d not seen before. A rosy hue of embarrassment along with a nervous clearing of her throat. 

“And, um, overall, what I see the most is the woman that - despite the annoying way you talk during movies and the way you somehow always finish my peanut butter-”

“I thought you were meant to be making me feel better,” you pouted. She laughed at your faux frown and cupped your cheek in her palm with the pad of her thumb stroking over your skin in a way that makes your skin flush with heat and your heart pound in your chest. 

“I look at you and see the woman that I love. And if you don’t feel the same then that’s fine but you’ll have to be the one dragging me out of that lake becau-” 

You cut her off with a kiss. The melding of your lips with hers, tasting sweetened coffee on her tongue, and reveling in the way your hand felt like it was at home on the back of her neck. It was all too much. These feelings, this day, this great big, all-encompassing love that she breathed into you. You couldn’t stop the tear that rolled down your face, you could only let her wipe it away with the softest smile tugging at her lips. 

“Let me help you get cleaned up, moye serdste.” 

мое сердце; my heart

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff fanfic

[undertheopensky]

Under The Weather

Whumptober Day 13: “I don’t feel so good.”

Characters: Four, Hyrule, everyone is there

Trigger warnings: Vomiting, indistinct illness

Important note: I usually headcanon Warriors as the main medic (thanks for that bokettochild) but for some reason today Hyrule insisted on running the show. Maybe he decided he wasn’t getting enough screentime.

Read on Ao3!

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Four belches into his hand, hiding it behind his teacup. Probably a court manners thing. Hyrule had never gotten the hang of those, but several of his companions were close enough to nobility that they had to know things like that. Four’s been doing it all lunch, though, and Hyrule’s wondering if there’s something in Wild’s stew that doesn’t agree with him. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve discovered dietary restrictions the hard way.

Four belches again, then abruptly throws up, and Hyrule realises he’s been retching the whole time.

“For fuck’s sake, Four.” He rounds the embers of the fire as Warriors and Wind scramble away from Four and the puddle of sick next to him – he’d only mostly avoided getting it on himself. “You’re supposed to tell us when you’re not feeling well. What are your symptoms?”

“I don’t know,” Four snaps, “I don’t feel sick, I just feel – wrong.” He retches again, but there’s nothing left to come up.

“So you’re nauseous, but you don’t feel sick.” Hyrule gives him a doubtful look.

“Kinda yeah,” says Four. “My stomach feels like a rock. Throwing up was just as much of a surprise to me as to you.”

“Interesting.” Hyrule takes a few minutes to look Four over. He’s pale and clammy, with a pinched look around his eyes that’s very telling of just how uncomfortable he is. He’s also barely touched his lunch, a meat and rice combination that everyone is usually all over, sticking mostly to his tea. “Any body aches? Chills? Wounds you forgot to tell us about?”

Four shakes his head with a snort. “Nothing. Just - wrong in the stomach.” He scowls into the remains of his tea. “It’s fine. I can keep going.”

“Uh huh.” Hyrule glances at the rest of the group. “Any arguments against making camp here?”

“It’s not like we’ve got anywhere to be,” Legend says dryly, and it’s about the kindest thing he could have said.

As a group, they don’t tend to hang around in one place very long. Places to go, monsters to kill, intel to gather, supplies to source; they’re constantly on the move, and staying put for any length of time has to rankle. But no one, not even prickly Legend, is going to say so to Four, who’s never complained about their pace, and had been half-throwing up all morning before Hyrule caught him. They were only intending to stop here for lunch, not spend the night, but they’ll make do. It’s not that bad a site.

At Hyrule’s insistence Four changes out of his soiled leggings into his clean pair, then sits against a tree with his book to rest. Everyone else sets about making camp. Twilight heads off to find a river - after battling a small horde of miniblins and a hinox this morning, several people are in need of a bath, and pretty much everyone needs to do laundry. Warriors at least will have a meltdown if he doesn’t get the blood out of his scarf. Wind, who is expert at dodging the little bastard’s tridents and thus doesn’t need to wash his own blood out of his tunics or repair many small holes, triumphantly flops down next to Four.

“Hey! I know you’re probably not feeling well so I’m not gonna bother you, I’m just gonna go through my pictograph collection, and if you need anything I can fetch it for you!”

Four gives a distracted hum, already absorbed in his book.

Wind wasn’t lying - he does like to go through his collection now and then, touch the memories they hold, reorganise and rearrange them and consider which ones to keep in his easy-access pictobook and which ones to store in the safebox. But they’re also fantastic distractions, and Four looks like he could use some distracting, when the dry text of his book gets too much.

Wind flips through his pictures of Aryll and Gran, hesitates over Tetra and her crew, then gets into his current run of Chain-related pictographs. Sometime they’re just nice, like Wild sleeping curled up beside Wolfie in almost the exact same position, but some are hilarious. Like this one of Sky passed out sitting up, while Wind and Wild takes turns balancing sticks on his head and snapping pictures.

He giggles and holds this one out to show Four. “Hey, hey, Four, you remember this?”

Four glances up, and huffs amusement through his nose. Wind grins, proud of himself for pulling the small noise out of the reserved smithy, and goes hunting for the photo of Wars getting knocked into a river by the fish he’d hauled out of the water. He knows it’s in here somewhere.

Wild has stirred up the fire again and is using the opportunity to do… something with the cookpot (Wind’s not game to call it food but it doesn’t look like elixirs are happening either, and decides he doesn’t want to know). Legend and Warriors are sitting together, mending miniblin tears and presumably gossiping, from the snickers. Time is writing in his notebook, Sky is carving a stick into a spoon to replace the one that had gone missing, and Hyrule had gone with Twilight to help deal with the Laundry Monster.

They’re all enjoying the break.

Everyone, save for Four, who goes progressively greyer and quieter as the afternoon fades.

Wind is careful not to push him; when Four glances at the latest photo and just gives a weak smile, he knows the distraction has worn out its usefulness and sorts through the rest without showing off any more.

By the time Hyrule and Twilight come back with the next load of clean laundry for Legend to dry off, Four’s given up on even the pretence of reading. He’s just staring blankly off into space, book still in his lap. Doesn’t even blink when Twilight pretends to drop Legend’s undertunic in the dirt and Legend yells at him for it.

Wind nudges him. “Four, you feeling okay?”

Four rubs a hand over his eyes, then his mouth. “Sorry. ‘M fine. Just… tired.” He blinks hazily, staring down at the pages of his book and clearly reading nothing.

Then Wild calls Wind over, demanding help with the soup, since apparently he’s doing real food now. Four shoos him off silently. Any other day, he would be taking the opportunity to read in peace. Today, he just leans back against the tree and closes his eyes.

When dinner is ready (soup!!! Not as good as Gran’s but Wild’s soup is still good!) Wind volunteers to ferry it over to Four. “Hey, Four! Dinner’s here!” he cheers, and is unsurprised but still disappointed when Four grimaces and refuses. “Are you sure? Do you really feel that bad? Should I get Hyrule?”

“Don’ feel good, but I’ll be alright.” Four waves a hand at Wind, eyes still closed. “Just a stomach bug or somethin’. Prob’ly be right as rain in the morning.”

Wind hums dubiously, but takes back the bowl.

By silent consensus, Four is left off the watchlist. He needs rest, not interrupted sleep and the simmering stress of a midnight shift. If Four notices, he doesn’t comment. He’s too busy gathering his strength to lay out his bedroll properly to take any notice of the others glancing at him in worry.

Four goes to lie down - then hurls himself back up, with such force that he nearly makes it to his feet.

Everyone startles. “Four, what’s wrong?” Sky asks.

Four looks nearly as shocked as they are. “I don’t – I don’t know,” he stammers. “I – I went to lie down and I just – as soon as I lay down it was just a bolt of panic like – like I knew I was going to die if I didn’t get back up right now.”

Hyrule goes grim. That kind of bodily response suggests there’s something more at play here than an upset stomach.

This time Hyrule doesn’t just look him over. He lays his hands on Four’s back and sends his magic creeping through him.

There’s a difference between the active rush of the Life Spell and a light touch of healing; this is the latter, more an exploration than an attack. Four had taken a potion after this morning’s fight, and that should have healed up all the minor wounds and not left anything for infection to take hold. Hyrule is checking for leaks, more than expecting to find something major wrong.

He’s surprised to find nothing at all, though. The faint echoes of bruises, long-healed. Phantom images of stab wounds, flesh flickering with the memory of blood and pain. But nothing real. Nothing he can fix.

Four glances over his shoulder. “Well?”

“I’m not finding anything,” Hyrule admits with a sigh. Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away. He feels inadequate, leaving a job unfinished - but there’s nothing he can really do, when it seems Four is just sick. Potions and fairies and Hyrule’s magic are amazing resources, but they have costs and limitations. They can’t replace lost blood, or grow back missing body parts. And they can’t cure illness, no matter the cause.

He just has to hope it’s a stomach bug, and Four will sleep it off uneventfully.

#whumptober 2023 #linked universe #lu four #lu hyrule #lu wind #wind was not supposed to be such a mainstay but here we are #skies writes

[myeagleexpert]

Decisão

Hello everyone! This post is inspired by @jackplushie's wonderful au that has me intrigued and looking forward to what might happen in the future.

PS: There may be spelling mistakes, English is not my first language. The demon boy is not specified, which may fit everyone.

Decisão

It all started in one night

It was a rainy night and some lightning lit up the master's room.

You had gone to bed earlier because you were feeling very tired, your heavy body had collapsed into the bed that once was so soft now feels agonizing, recently you have been feeling more tired and lacking energy than usual, the weather outside it has also been very heavy and suffocating.

Your beloved demon boys had grown used to this climate.

Chaos and darkness.

They stayed looking out the window watching the rain and lightning, others stayed in a corner absorbing the distressing energy that this weather did and the most responsible tried to do something productive during this period.

They already knew perfectly well what to do at a time like this: When the master wakes up, they will go down the stairs yawning, and hot tea must be served that kept him awake at night, the movie that the master likes so much will be shown on the TV channel 23hrs and like a good demon he can't let you lose him can he?

They had already memorized your entire routine and perfected it, after all, you had been together for a long time for them to know exactly how to take care of you and make you completely dependent on them. The contract has to be fulfilled, right? You who chose them. You took the hand. You wanted company didn't you? Well, you have it now.

A false peace reigned in the place and they couldn't ask for better.

But that is about to change.

With a single dream.

For a moment it feels like all the windows and doors in the room are closed, leaving only you and the dream.

Memories surface giving you different emotions. The first contact with him, when the contract was made, when he pretended to be your fake boyfriend to scare off a guy who was flirting with you, when he was protective, when you told jokes and stories to each other, makes you laugh in your sleep, good moments…

Oh, do you remember that memory? You were sick one day and your dear demon was by your side, he would wipe your forehead with a wet cloth to cool your fever and check your temperature, with a worried look and a gentle smile he said he was going to get your medicine.

Oh master, you was so sick that  just closed your eyes and listened to him coming down the stairs.You didn't see when he found the medicine you needed, it would cure your fever in minutes... but he threw away that medicine and preferred to deliver one of dubious effect, with a certain amount of poison and toxic products that would worsen your condition. He mixed them in a glass of water and brought them for you to drink.

As the liquid burned down your throat, you felt your stomach churn and sweat cold.

Do you remember the severe headaches and how suddenly you were so clumsy and weak? When have you been this fragile?

"Must be the effect of the medicine" he always said when he took care of the scratches and bruises you ended up having.

You never wanted to believe him, you never thought you would trust something that could destroy you at any moment. His smile distracted you from thinking that he would do something so terrible to you, the master himself. Oh, but how predictable you've become, what a wrong choice you've taken~

Like in a horror movie, every important scene was being revealed.

It was them.

All the time.

Taking you away from your friends to leave you alone, smearing your family name, giving you nightmares where you showed how terrible you are, breaking your stuff for them to fix you and you positively associate with them, every gesture calculated to make you trust him entirely, every word studied based on your emotions, every touch to lead to temptation.

A theater set up exclusively to devour your soul.

You got to see lapses of the future where you saw them getting worse and worse, manipulating your emotions to turn you into a void.

A bitter taste invades your tongue and inevitable tears flow down from your closed eyes.

Betrayal, guilt, disappointment,  throat curled into a knot as the chip slowly sank, shattering your heart.

Memories pass faster making you see every tiny detail that already hinted at what was to come, you feel so stupid and confused that you ever believed them. So they were never true? Was it all fake? Did he lie when he said he wanted to be by your side? Your cry feels like a sea of ​​storm drowning you, tears cover your body leaving you breathless...

"Y/N"

A voice comes out of nowhere, and seems to give you the breath you so desperately need.

"I'm here Y/N" the gentle voice is heard in the dream illuminating your anguish, a feather and another blur a vision preventing you  from seeing the owner of the voice

“I can help you” said voice extends its hand.

Vulnerable and confused, you decide you don't want this life anymore, no more being deceived and manipulated by these treacherous beings, no more being a puppet for these demons' base desires, no more being the object of their sadism. This theater ends today.

You take it.

The voice gives you comfort amidst the chaos outside, it wasn't threatening and full of teeth with bad intentions like you were used to.

For the first time in weeks, your bed feels so comfortable that you feel like the sheets are hugging you, your body that used to be so heavy feels like it's floating on clouds, the room has a comforting energy, you smile in your sleep.

You were at peace.

But for the demon boys hell is about to begin.

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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

The hobbit

Love interest- none

Age of the reader 21 turned 4

Prompt

Being pulled from are world to there’s was something of an adventure. Being in in the company was fun, but after being in there world without your birth control and not wanting to face the horrible sickness that comes with your period you ask Gandalf if there’s a spell he can cast.

Well the company now has a 4yer old human to take care of for 7 days with no memory of who they all are.

Gandalf, balin and Oin treat you like a granddaughter (Balin is a huge softie to you)

Fili, kili and ori play with you and call you a little princess, with ori also making you a big sweater

Dori acts like a mother hen like always

Dwalin is also a softie to you as well, play fighting you and you “wining”

Taking naps with Bifur and snacks with Bombur

Bofur and you make toys

Gloin takes every chance treats you like a daughter

Thorin and bilbo you have dubbed “your uncles” and you constantly say that there married but you also get “mad” at them for not inviting you to the wedding :)

When you turn back with no memories the company all have little drawings you made them, and are even more protective of you.

Bonus if you add kili fake marrying you because you say “ I can’t be a princess, I don’t have a prince :(“

NEVER TRUST A SPELL ( The Hobbit x Fem! Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! So I think I'm going to turn this into a mini series, because I feel like there is so much and it would feel cramped to squish it all into one. <3 

pairing: The Fellowship x Fem! Reader 

prompt: Spell goes wrong and the Fellowship have to deal with the 'special' side effects.

word count: 300+ words

It was every fangirl's dream. Waking up one morning and seeing that you were in your favorite book. Being able to meet your favorite characters. Join them on their adventures. Potentially change the outcome of your least favorite moments.

But, waking up in your fandom that didn’t have birth control or really any treatment for your period was a little stressful. The pain was already unbearable. Add not having any painkillers on hand, it takes the excitement away from waking up in your favorite book. 

“Why couldn’t I fall in with some tylenol?” I whimper, clutching my stomach.

Everything was cramping up. My stomach. My legs. My lower back. It hurt to even stand. Why I had stupidly thought that throwing away my brith contorl was a good idea, I don’t why? It was really really stupid of me. And now I was suffering because of past me.

“Gandalf, you're a wizard. Is there no cure for the pain?” I whine, holding my stomach.

“There is one..” His voice trails off at the end, “But it is not the best and there are many side effects.” 

“I am in pain. I’ve run out of herbs. I will do anything.” I whine, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“But, the risks..” He argues.

“I can handle the consequences. I just need this pain to go away.” I beg, “Please just make it go away.”

                                                    ⎯¤⚔️¤⎯

Opening my eyes, I blink a few times wondering where exactly I was, the fluttering of the wind keeping me awake. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I also didn’t know where I had fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes with my hands, I let out a loud yawn, sleep calling me back. Maybe I should go back to bed? It was really soft and comfy. The growling of my stomach fills the air. Nevermind, I want food.

Standing up from the ground, I find that my clothes were really heavy, suspiciously heavy. Staring down at my shirt, it was practically swallowing me whole. Furrowing my brows together, I rub my eyes, praying that this was just a really bad dream. Opening my eyes, everything was the same, extremely baggy clothing.

“Um..guys?” I call out, my voice coming out much more squeaky.

Covering my hands with my mouth, I froze, that was me? Peeling my hand away from my mouth, I shake my head, either this was a really realistic dream or I was somehow a child again. But, that’s impossible.

Picking up the ends of my now large shirt, I freeze as I see the size of my hand. It was a lot smaller than before. Lifting up my shirt, my legs were now a hundred times shorter than before. Was I?

“Oh, shit.” I whisper, gulping.

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit

[darling-frostbite]

Painful Love

You and Loki have been lovers for six months now. After the New York attack, Loki was banned from going back to Asgard and sentenced to stay in Midgard to do public service and to learn how to respect the people living on earth, or what he refers to as "mortals". While you are a special agent of SHIELD and now the new member of the Avengers, You're very good at combat and pretty smart, but when Loki arrived at the compound to stay there for the Avengers to keep an eye on him to avoid yet another global problem, you don't know what's gotten into you but feel like a high school teenager feeling butterflies in your stomach. As you watched him walk to the hall fully restrained, you thought to As you watched him walk to the hall fully restrained, you thought to yourself, "The way he walks is so hot." You both locked eyes at each other, and your heart skipped a bit. You couldn't help but smile, and you blushed when Loki gave you his signature sly smirk, but little did you know Loki felt flattered as well because your smile is so genuine and pure, and only his mother smiled at him like that, and it's been a long time ago. You don't know what happened to you at that moment—not the fact that Tony keeps saying "Y/n to Earth," but you don't care any less. Since that day, you keep on checking on him, sharing your books with him, and bringing food to his room, even though it will take almost forever before he opens the door, and you doubt that he will eat it because, after all, he loathes the humanities, thinking they are so weak and useless. But after months, he started talking to you. You and Loki became close to each other, and yes, you two became lovers. Loki is the best boyfriend any girl could ever imagine; he's very sweet, caring, loving, and loyal, and you love him more than yourself. Back to reality Now that you've watched yourself in the mirror, tears are running down your cheeks as memories come flooding back. It's been a month since the last time Loki and you had fun together. You don't know what happened or what you have done, but something has changed. Your clothes in his closet were moved to a mini drawer below when he used to like them next to his because he said he always missed your scent. He doesn't talk to you anymore, saying he's busy. When you sleep next to him, he doesn't even bother facing you, as if you have a disease or something. He doesn't read to you anymore, nor does he say, "Goodbye for now, my darling; I'll see you soon. Don't miss me so much." together with your favorite wink of him when he's living for a mission. All of it feels like hell, and the fact that you're losing him drives you insane. After locking yourself up for a whole day and saying you're sick when the Avengers asked, the truth is that you've just been crying all day, and now you're out of tears. You heard Loki's door crack open, so you immediately rose up from bed, fixed yourself, and got ready to talk to him about what really happened. You don't even bother to knock; you just open his door without a warning, and there he is, sitting on a single couch, reading his book as if he's so innocent of your feelings right now. "Hi Y/N," he simply greets without even looking at you.

"I need to talk to you," you said, forcing yourself to sound and look okay even though what you really want is to cry nonstop yet again.

 

"I'm tired," he answered. "So am I, Loki! you yelled.

 

"I'm so sick of these feelings! I don't know what happened or what I have done to you for you to make me feel this way! Tell me, Loki, what have I done wrong?!" Your voice cracked as your tears began to run down your cheeks as you remembered how much he loves you and promised that he will never let you be hurt again, yet this is happening.

 

He stands from his chair and looks at you emotionlessly, as if you're just a mere mortal standing in front of him compared to the way he looked at you before, full of admiration and love.

 

"You did nothing wrong, Y/N," he stated.

 

Y/n? He called me by my name. You thought to yourself, This is the first time he called you that since you started dating. A single tear runs down your cheeks again.

 

"Then WHY?!" you yelled as your knees, feeling weak, began to fall to the ground. "There must be a reason, Loki; please tell me." Your last words were almost a whisper as you begged.

 

Loki kneels beside you, looking at you with pity and guilt in his eyes. "Believe me, Y/N, you did nothing wrong, and there is nothing wrong with you." He pauses for a second, as if trying to find less sharp words that would hit your feelings. "It's on me; I just- I just feel like—" he stutters and takes a deep breath before continuing.

"I just don't love you anymore." he admits.

 

You laugh sarcastically and stand, shaking your head no. "Your lying! No! No! Loki please! Please stop this, tell me it's all a joke, that you're just playing games again, that this is just one of your stupid pranks!" you sobbed. Loki, I'm telling you this isn't funny anymore! "

You really hope this is a silly joke and he will start laughing and hugging you any moment now, but no, he's just standing in front of you looking at you full of pity. "Loki, please enough of this; you're hurting me" you whisper to him. You reached your hand to his left cheek and said, "I love you, Loki." This is your last card, and you really hoped you would hear the response you craved, but instead you heard what you feared: "I'm sorry, Y/N," he answered.

 

His words act like a queue for you, and you start running away as fast as you can. You can see the Avengers calling you, but you can't hear them. Everything is blurry due to your tears, and you can't hear anything other than Loki's hurtful words being repeat in your head like a loop. You don't know where you're going, but all you want is to escape from your feelings. You didn't even realize that you were now in the middle of the road and had been hit by a truck.

 

Loki's POV

 

After Y/N left, I fell to my knees, regretting every word I said, cursing myself, and thinking how foolish I was to push away the only love I ever had. I immediately stand and run after her, but she is fast as always, and I can't see her in the compound anymore. "Loki, what happened? Why is Y/N crying while running away? What have you done?!" " Stark asks me as I keep on looking for her all over the room, but I feel insulted by his words: "I only did what all of you always wanted! "I spat at him while looking at all of them full of disgust. I want to kill them all right now, but I know Y/N would be hurt if I did because they are her family, so I stop myself and run out of the compound to find the love of my life.

 

As I was running from the compound, I suddenly felt cold all over my body as I saw Y/N in the middle of the road, not aware of the truck that was coming her way. "Y/N!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to stop her, but it was too late. She got hit, and I saw with my own two eyes and heard a thud when her head hit the ground hard. I ran to her and saw her unconscious body bathed in her own blood. I kneeled beside her, trying all my healing power to heal her, but the damage was too much. My tears began to fall on my cheeks like a waterfall as I sobbed, holding her bloody hand. "Y/n! Y/n darling, please don't leave me, my love! Help! Somebody help my Y/n!" I pleaded as I kissed her hand. "Please, darling, I'm so sorry I didn't mean any of the words I told you earlier! I'm so sorry I hurt you! Y/N, I love you! "That's the last word that left my mouth as the heavy rain started to fall. I feel so numb right now that I cannot even feel the raindrops on my own face. My past is full of pain, but I think this is the most painful part because I lost the only person who loved me so much, my everything, and it's my fault. My life that used to be worthless became the complete opposite when Y/N arrived; she's the only reason I still want my heart to beat; without Y/N, I'll choose to die a thousand times. If only I could turn back time or have one last chance to once again protect my Y/N, I swear to all the gods I wouldn't fail. I would set fire to the nine realms for her.

#loki god of mischief #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki x y/n #avenger loki #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki smut #tom hiddelston loki

[robotslenderman]

Today sucked.

Final report: Driving was way more stressful than anticipated. Tbh I think it was more the car than the UK roads; if I was driving my mother’s car I think I would have been stressed but fine, but that car is like an extension of my own limbs when I’m in it and I wear it like a second skin; I know its quirks, its exact dimensions, what it can do and what it’s capable of and how it moves. I can get it easily into and out of such tight spaces and make quick dashes and tight squeezes when other people balk.

Trying to compensate for the dramatic change of conditions I’m used to by relying on that muscle memory and instincts of how my mum’s car works was failing so that only stressed me out far more.

It was a smart car. This bugged the shit out of me because smart cars don’t respond quickly to sudden acceleration from a stop - the engines turn off when the cars idle, which adds a second of response time. So there were a couple of times where I had space or time to make a dash across traffic, but only if the car responded quickly - so I’d try to go across, the car wouldn’t go, then by the time it started it was too dangerous to go ahead so I’d balk. This happened THREE TIMES at my first right hand turn and I was dangerously inched into traffic from the aborted attempts but visibility was bad and it was too dangerous to really go, but if it kept happening then I’d have REALLY been in danger.

That’s just one example but there were quite a few; trying to make quick defensive merges was another. I’d turn on the windscreen wipers instead and the “WTF?” that ensued was distracting at a time I shouldn’t have been distracted.

Got better towards the end but I’ve never been so fucking stressed out in my life. I was so thrown that my driving instincts were scrambling trying to figure out what still worked and what didn’t. I ended up spending some time overtaking people on the dual carriageway and the repetition of the blinker-mirror-headcheck-merge manoeuvre back and forth grounded me a bit because THAT still worked. When I remembered what side the blinker was on, anyway.

And then I was sick by the time I made it back to the hotel. :/ I think my stomach is super delicate when travelling- when I went to the US I was sick then, too. But my first night I was sick after drinking the London tapwater and eating Maccas chips (hadn’t eaten anything else all arvo so it was one of those, but London tapwater is safe and Maccas is too big to take chances on food poisoning, surely?), and today I’m quite sure it was the pub I stopped at.

I don’t think theres anything wrong with the water/chips/pub food, but it seems like my immune system is just hyper reactive right now. I mean, fuck, my mask got me sick on the plane - my mask scrunched up my nose and I’m sure it irritated it, because I was sneezing and sniffling but an hour after I took the mask off it was gone. Symptoms also died down a bit when I wasn’t constantly adjusting it and did my best to leave it alone. On the way back I’ll wear a different kind of mask.

Feeling better physically but still not great. Have had to cancel some things I’ve really looked forward to. :/ Hoping to get refunds but if not I’m hoping my travel insurance will cover them. One involves driving here in the dark (and I’m not doing that unless I’m at 100%) and the other is very active. Tomorrow, instead, I will sleep in a bit and then explore the town I’m in.

(Some good news: the Wales water tastes much better than London’s. I’m so dehydrated because I was having trouble stomaching even the bottled water so I’m drinking a lot now lol.)

#London 2023

[staroflightning]

Three Times Beth Chapel Almost Confessed, And One Time She Did

[this is for @theozmachronicles !! I was your secret santa, I hope you enjoy it!]

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1.

The first time Beth almost said those three special words was on February 14th, 2021.

Rick was missing from the cafeteria table, and none of them knew if he was absent or ditching. There had been no new threats since the defeat of the ISA, which gave the young superheroes a chance to revert back to their normal teenage lives. That particular day happened to be Courtney’s first Valentine’s Day spent at Blue Valley High, so Yolanda explained the school’s tradition to her. 

“They’re asking for two dollars just to send notes to each other?” 

“Five dollars if you want to add chocolates. Or ten for a stuffed animal.” Beth supplied.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Valentine’s Day,” Courtney said. “But this does feel a little… capitalist. Way to leave out the students that don’t have a partner.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid.” Yolanda said. “But of course Blue Valley High is looking to make extra money. Go Prairie Dogs,” she sarcastically mimicked a cheer by pumping her fist into the air.

“But I guess it is a good way for people to confess their crushes.” Courtney said. “Like a secret admirer! That would be cute.”

“Aww,” Beth agreed. “That would be kinda cute.”

“What, you have a secret crush you want to confess to?” There seemed to be something odd about Yolanda’s tone as she asked, but she hid it well. 

“I didn’t mean for me,” Courtney said, completely dodging Yolanda’s question. “I just meant in general. Young love blossoming in Blue Valley.”

“A moment ago you called it capitalist.”

“Sometimes love can form even in the most evil conditions.”

Yolanda chuckled a little, despite herself. 

Courtney turned back to Beth. “So? What about you? Anyone you’ve got your eye on?”

The question caught Beth off-guard, which caused her to stammer a little. “Wait, me? Uh, no. No one in particular. Why?”

“Just curious.” Courtney shrugged and dropped it, clearly just as bad at detecting lies as she is at telling them. 

The subject changed, and Beth felt an inner sigh of relief at being out of the spotlight. The girls talked until the bell rang. Yolanda was the first to gather her bag, then Courtney followed suit seconds after. Beth stalled on purpose, pretending to fiddle with her lunchbox and wishing to scarf down the last few bites of her meal before she packed up. 

“Don’t wait on me, your class is on the third floor.” Beth waved her hand, lightheartedly urging her friends to go on. “My class is nearby. I’ll see you after school!”

“Alright, see you!” Courtney said.

Yolanda waved goodbye, then walked next to Courtney, the two of them making their way to their class and already involved in an animated conversation. 

Once they were gone, Beth quickly packed up her things and reached into the smallest pocket of her backpack. She pulled out a piece of paper folded up as many times as she could have folded it. 

She remembered writing it the night before. After all, how could she not? It took her countless attempts to get the perfect copy, and the poor trash can in her bedroom was now full of crumpled up paper. 

However, memory wasn’t enough. She unfolded the paper and her eyes skimmed her neat handwriting. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, as well as a burning feeling of embarrassment, as each word processed in her mind. 

What really did it, however, were the last five words.

“I love you, Rick Tyler.”

She reached back into the pocket and pulled out the five dollar bill she had brought to school with the intent of buying a gram to go with her note. 

Then she looked at Rick’s empty cafeteria seat. 

She could have given it to him the next day, or even called or texted him asking to meet up. Yet, the more she entertained the idea, the more fear and anxiety welled up inside her, making her feel sick. 

Beth sighed, stuffed the money back into her backpack pocket, crumpled up the note and tossed it into the nearest trash can. 

Ignoring her feelings, she picked up her backpack and walked to class.

2. 

A few months later, Blue Valley High started the school week off by announcing that school year’s prom. 

“Blue Valley allows all grades in their prom?”

“It’s a small town, Court. How else would they sell enough tickets?” Yolanda said.

“Especially since the decorating committee likes to go all out,” Beth said. “There’s a space theme this year! I’m sure it’ll look beautiful.”

“Well, I’m definitely going. Prom seemed like it was so fun at my old school but I couldn’t go cause I was a freshman.” Courtney turned to Rick. “What about you, Rick? Are you going?”

“It’s just some lame school dance. It’s music so loud you can’t hear yourself, bad dancing, and some kids sharing a flask behind the school.”

“C’mon, you have to go! It’ll be fun!”

Rick shrugged. “I don’t have a date.”

“You don’t need a date! We’ll all go together, as friends. The four of us.” Courtney said. 

Rick looked around the table, but his eyes landed on Beth. Beth met his gaze and innocently blinked, unsure of why he was looking at her. Rick broke the brief eye contact and turned back to Courtney. 

“Fine,” he said in his usual gruff manner, as if he was bitter about being persuaded into it, but the girls could tell that there was no real annoyance in his tone. 

Courtney grinned. “You won’t regret it!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rick said. The school bell rang mere seconds after he spoke those words, and after the few seconds it took to pack his things, he turned to Beth. “You ready?” 

Beth nodded. 

“Ready for what?” Yolanda asked, her eyes darting back and forth between Rick and Beth. 

“Class?” Rick responded like it was obvious. “You and Courtney walk to class together all the time.”

For some reason, Courtney seemed a little embarrassed by Rick pointing that out. 

“Yolanda, isn’t your class the floor above Courtney’s?”

“But it’s on the same side of the school.” Yolanda said. “It’s easier to walk with Courtney until her class, then go up a floor for mine.”

“Right.” Rick didn’t sound convinced.

He turned to Beth and silently asked his question again, and she nodded, placing her backpack strings over her shoulders. Rick waited for her before walking off. 

Courtney and Yolanda watched, shared a look, then left down the same path they take each day. 

When the school bell came that day, Beth met with Courtney so they could sit next to each other on the bus. Yolanda had a shift at Richie’s after school so she couldn’t join them, so they said their goodbyes for the day standing in the schoolyard. 

Courtney watched Yolanda as she left wearing a smile that Beth only ever saw on Courtney when Yolanda was in the picture. If Yolanda had turned around, she would have seen something that conveyed a thousand words, but she didn’t. 

“Are you going to tell her?”

Courtney snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Beth. “Uhm, yeah, someday! I just… haven’t had the right time.”

“You’ve said that before,” Beth said as she walked towards the bus. “It’s starting to sound like excuses.”

“I’m not making excuses!” Courtney said. “Here, I’ll prove it. I’ll tell her soon.”

“Soon?”

“Yeah, soon- WAIT!” Courtney cut herself off with a new thought. “Prom is coming up! I should ask her to prom!”

Beth found an empty seat on the bus and sat next to the window, leaving the aisle seat for Courtney. “I thought we weren’t doing dates? We’re going as friends, remember? It was your idea.”

Courtney sat down, placing her backpack on her legs. “It’ll still be the four of us!” 

“Yeah, but Rick and I don’t want to third wheel your date.”

“Then go with Rick!”

“What?” Beth’s eyes widened. 

“You like him, don’t you?”

Beth stammered. “I can’t just- ask him to prom!”

“Why not?” Courtney asked. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! We can double date!”

Beth started to protest, but the things running through her head she didn’t want to vocalize. What if he says no? What if he never wants to speak to me again?

Courtney ignored Beth’s nonsense stammers and spoke in a sing-songy tone, “I’ll buy you a milkshake if you do.”

Beth sighed and looked out the window, choosing not to argue anymore. “We’ll see.”

“I’ll take it!” Courtney said, and the conversation was over. 

A few days later on that following Saturday, Beth once again found herself alone with Rick in Pat Dugan’s Pit Stop. The building was silent except for the sound of their pencils against paper as they each worked on homework, until the moment Rick spoke up.

“So.” 

Beth looked up at him.

“Courtney and Yolanda are going to prom together?” 

“Apparently,” Beth continued writing math equations on her paper. “Courtney had been waiting to ask Yolanda out for a while, this was her opportunity.” 

“She talked me into going to prom just so you and I can third-wheel their date?” 

Beth shrugged. “It might not be so bad.”

“I guess.”

Beth glanced up at Rick, then immediately dropped her gaze back to her homework. “I do wish I had a date, but what can you do?” 

“You do?” Rick asked, then elaborated in an awkward tone that wasn’t much like him. “Uh, want a date, I mean.” 

“I mean, who doesn’t?” She ignored the way her heartbeat sped up.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” 

A beat passed before Beth found herself blurting out, “do you want a date?” 

Rick’s eyes widened. “Uhm. I mean, yeah, I guess so.” 

“You guess?” She couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or a bad sign. 

“Yes. I do… want one. I mean, uh, who doesn’t? Like you said.” 

In that moment, Beth was overcome with a surge of bravery, and she spoke words that she never thought would come out of her mouth. 

“We could go together.” 

Rick looked at her, stunned, unable to speak. His expression was unreadable. 

Beth’s initial confidence immediately faded and was replaced with fear. Her heart pounded, her mind raced, and she stammered as she came up with a way to save it. To save herself, to save her and Rick’s friendship. “Uh, as friends! I meant.” 

“Oh.” Was that… disappointment in Rick’s tone? No, surely, it couldn’t be.

“...Oh?” Beth echoed the word, hoping her anxiety wasn’t showing.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Yes, I’ll go with you.” 

A million thoughts ran through Beth’s head faster than the speed of light, both good and bad, everything from exhilaration to nervousness to despair to rejoicing. All she found it in her to do was nod and say, “okay, cool!”

A few minutes passed before either one of them said anything else. 

“So, uhm…” Rick tapped his foot against the floor. “Want me to pick you up? I can pick you up.” 

Beth ignored the way her heart fluttered. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Rick nodded. 

“Do you know what you’re going to wear yet?” 

Rick blinked. “Am I… supposed to?”

“We should match!” Beth’s usual sunshine came back to her in the form of a grin. “I have this yellow dress I was thinking I’d wear. Since the theme is space, I thought I’d be the sun.”

“That… would fit you.” Rick said, the genuine fondness in his eyes cementing the compliment.

Beth smiled a bit sheepishly.

“So you want me to match that? Like, get a yellow suit?”

“Or you could go as the moon.” Beth suggested.

“Alright.” Rick nodded. “I’ll be the moon.”

The day prom came, Rick showed up in a silver suit that looked stunning next to the beautiful yellow of Beth’s dress and the matching clip in her hair. She was wearing sun earrings and a sun necklace, and on a recent mall trip with Rick she had found a moon bracelet that he now wore. 

Courtney, decorated head-to-toe in star-related adornments, found them and waved with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Yolanda’s. Yolanda had on a black dress with planet earrings. 

“You both look amazing!” Courtney beamed. “Who knew you two look so good together?”

Beth knew what she was doing, and looked embarrassed. Thankfully, Courtney noticed and dropped it. Beth glanced at Rick, whose expression was unreadable.

As the night went on, Courtney and Yolanda got lost in dancing and each other. Beth and Rick tried their hand at the dance floor, but Rick struggled to quite get the hang of it, and stopped when he accidentally stepped on Beth’s foot. He apologized a bit too much, and excused himself to get ice before Beth could tell him she didn’t need it. 

That led to the two of them sitting in the empty high school hallway, their backs against some lockers and a bag of ice on Beth’s foot.

Rick’s eyes drifted to it. “How’s your foot?”

“Cold.”

Rick chuckled. 

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. I told you, I’m really fine.” 

“Do you have your goggles? Y’know, to check it?”

“Rick,” Beth couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “It’s really not that bad.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” 

“Okay,” Rick dropped it.

“But, if you want peace of mind,” Beth reached into the small purse she brought with her and pulled out her goggles. “I did come prepared.”

She took off her glasses, and Rick held them for her without her saying a word. She slipped her goggles over her eyes, and turned to her foot. 

“See? The readings say it’s fine.” Beth pulled the goggles off, took her glasses back from Rick, and placed her goggles back into her bag. “You don’t have to feel bad, Rick.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why’d you ask me to check it with my goggles?”

“I was just…” Rick sighed, looked away, and muttered a word Beth almost didn’t catch. “Worried.”

“Worried?” Beth repeated, unsure if she heard it wrong. 

“We’re friends, is that really so surprising?” Rick’s tone was bit too defensive, but his usual anger was nowhere to be seen. 

Beth thought about how she doubted Courtney or Yolanda would be quite that protective, and how she couldn’t remember Rick showing the same worry for Courtney or Yolanda, but she stopped herself from voicing this. 

“I guess not,” was what she said instead.

The hallway was silent for a few moments after that. 

Out of nowhere, Beth broke it. “Thanks for coming with me, Rick.”

“You asked me, didn’t you?”

“You said yes.”

“Like I would say no.” The words came out before Rick realized what he was implying. 

“Oh. Uhm,” Beth searched for the right response. “Thanks for being… supportive, then.”

“Supportive?”

“Coming with me when I didn’t have a date.”

“Right,” Rick said. “Sorry you didn’t have a date.”

“You too.”

“Yeah.”

“But out of the people I could have gone with… I’m glad it was you.”

Rick’s eyes lifted from the spot on the floor he had been looking at just a second ago, and he turned his head until he was staring at Beth with disbelief in his gaze. He didn’t say a word, nor did he take his eyes off of her. 

Beth got embarrassed and broke the eye contact. She turned her head, hoping he wouldn’t see her expression. 

She wasn’t looking at Rick when she heard him say, “I’m glad it was you too.”

Thank goodness for that, because Rick didn’t see the way she beamed. Beth’s smiles usually carry enough sunlight to brighten any room, but that one in particular reflected every ounce of love for Rick Tyler she held in her heart. 

She turned back to Rick and got caught in his eyes, returning the same gaze she was getting from him. 

All of a sudden, those three magic words formed. They were on the tip of her tongue.

“I-”

As soon as she heard her own voice, the awareness of reality hit her, and her fear stopped her from saying the rest. 

“Uhm,” She fumbled for a quick save. “I think we should go back now. Courtney and Yolanda might be wondering where we are.”

Rick checked his phone. His screen was void of notifications. “If they were, they would have texted. They’re too caught up in their date.”

Beth checked her own phone as well to see the same thing. 

“They won’t miss us.” Rick stood up and extended a hand to help Beth up. “Feel like milkshakes from Richie’s?”

Her eyes lit up at the idea, but then she hesitated. “These shoes aren’t the best for walking.”

“I’ll drive.”

She smiled. “Then you’ve got yourself a deal.”

They didn’t step foot in the school again for the rest of the night, and yet that was the best prom Beth ever attended.

3.

Christmas at the Whitmore-Dugan household was something you never wanted to miss. Pat’s cooking, the frosted sugar cookies meant to resemble snowmen and stockings and reindeer, the masterfully decorated tree, the radio playing the Christmas carols they loved to sing along to. 

This year, the holiday celebration included something else. A few leaves of mistletoe hung from every doorway. Barbara offhandedly mentioned that the idea had been Courtney’s, to which Beth fought the urge to mutter “of course it was”.

“C’mon, this is a great opportunity!” Courtney had told Beth when confronted about it. “I’m with Yolanda now, so it’s only a matter of time that you and Rick get together. Imagine all the double dates we can go on!”

“Like you forced us into a double date for prom?”

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“… Well, yes, but that’s not the point.”

As the party went on and everybody got caught up in the spirit of the holiday, Beth forgot about the mistletoe altogether. 

That is, until she was aiming to get to the kitchen just as Rick was leaving it, and all of a sudden they were passing by each other under the doorway and they heard Courtney’s voice sing “oooooh!”.

They both looked up.

And there it was.

That goddamn mistletoe.

Beth looked up at the mistletoe, then at Rick. Rick’s beautiful, beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes darted back to the mistletoe before she got lost in them. 

“You know the tradition! C’mon, kiss!” Courtney teased, only taking her eyes off of them for a second in order to lean over the kitchen counter and grab a sugar cookie to stuff in her mouth. 

Rick could barely muster any words other than an awkward “uh”. Beth wasn’t much better herself.

Beth looked at Rick. She took in every little detail of his face. She saw everything she loved about him. 

She saw everything she’d lose if he didn’t feel the same way. 

Friends. It was safer to stay friends. 

She kissed his cheek, and walked off before anybody could say anything. Not once did she look back.

That, of course, meant that she missed the pinkness in the very cheek her lips had just touched, and the lovestruck gaze in Rick’s eyes as he watched her leave.

4. 

The only light came from the full moon, a few nearby flickering street lamps, and Courtney’s staff. Beth’s goggles had led them to the Royal Flush Gang, but it seems their arrival had been expected. 

Yolanda’s agility allowed her to sneak up on the gang which gave them an advantage, but it was short-lived. Beth activated her goggles’ combat mode, and the faint red glow stood out against the dark. The golden light faded over the sand in Rick’s hourglass as it passed over his body, imbuing him with strength. Beth gave him a worried glance, but with a silent nod, he assured her that he was okay. 

Courtney maneuvered the staff with the expertise she had learned from the years of being a superhero, her and Cosmo moving perfectly in-sync. She deflected every attack that came her way from a member of the Royal Flush Gang. 

The ten of clubs member of the group stepped up, but before he could throw a punch at Yolanda, Cosmo flew against his chest and under his arms, picking him up and carrying him far away, unable to hurt her. When the man fell to the ground, not seriously injured but winded enough to require a few moments for recovery, Cosmo returned to Courtney’s side. 

Yolanda turned to Courtney with a smile. “Thanks.” 

“I got your back,” Courtney promised. She returned Yolanda’s smile, but not without using her staff to blast another member of the group back as she did so. Yolanda leaped, covering several feet of ground as she did so, and fought off a gang member who had his sights on Courtney. 

“And I’ve got yours.” 

Across the battlefield, Beth followed her goggles’ every command and dodged every attack that came her way. She was learning how to punch and kick with maximum effectiveness, and what moves throw a person off-balance. In seconds, she had knocked him onto the ground.

As Rick watched, a mixture of pride and astonishment formed in his eyes, matched with a soft smile. Beth turned to him. 

“You’re a badass, you know.” He said. 

She smiled.

As another gang member ran up to Rick with a bat, Rick grabbed the bat and snapped it in half. He held a half of the bat in each hand and used them to defend himself against the man. Rick’s opponent ran off the moment he realized he wasn’t going to win. At the same time, a different member rushed to Beth and she aimed to throw him off balance, but he didn’t budge. He was too strong. 

Before she processed what was happening, he grabbed onto her, and held her tightly despite her efforts to squirm out of his grasp. 

Then, suddenly, his grip relaxed and her feet landed on the ground. She turned to see the man reeling from a blow to the chest from Rick, who hadn’t given up and was still fighting the man. Beth watched in anticipation, while surveying the situation with her goggles for any way Rick may need assistance. Rick’s strength overpowered the man’s, and the fight was over in no time. 

Rick turned to Beth, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “You okay?”

“I love you.” The words left her mouth before she realized she had spoken.

Rick’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I love you!” 

Saying it back was the most natural thing in the world to him. “I love you too.”

Despite being in the middle of a battle, time seemed to stop completely. Everything around them ceased to exist, and in that moment, it was just Beth and Rick as if they were the only ones in the world. Without a single thought running through her head, Beth grabbed Rick and pulled him into a kiss. 

His surprise melted away as he leaned into and returned the kiss. The kiss lingered until Beth’s goggles alerted her of danger, to which she broke the kiss just enough to pull her and Rick out of harm’s way, then she kissed him again.

“Hey, we’re in the middle of a battle here!” Yolanda shouted.

The two of them pulled apart and continued fighting the opponents around them, but they managed to make fleeting eye contact with each glance and fit in a smile at the other as they did so. 

After the battle was over, Courtney leaned against the railing of the Pit Stop’s upper floor and pressed an ice pack to her forehead. “I’m happy for you two, but you have got to get better at timing.”

#stargirl #hournite #beth chapel #rick tyler #hournite secret santa #hournite discord #man i havent posted a fic to tumblr in ages #also i am so bad at writing fight scenes but i tried my best LOL

[sicjimin]

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxE9Puejm_95hwEYjdDlQDg9rvhIZwxrsG

This ep made me think of a situation where jimin is sick or is pregnant and nauseous so is uncomfortable in jeans in a RUN! BTS episode but still has to film because of schedules

Anything with a sick member in a RUN!BTS episode will do tbh, you're writing is so good that I'll be happy with whatever 💛

— Telephatically Wrong —

a.n : hi anon, thank you for your request ~ this is such a cute idea ! i'm sorry this take a long time to fulfill but i hope you like it, i changed some of the scene—most of it actually, to fit the story better, but i hope this still fit with what you're wanted. (and none of the conversation here happened in the actual episode, so .. yeah, completely blurt this one out of my imagination!)

tw : mpreg

Jimin pouts, "What? the second round is over? and Yoongi hyung is stranded again?", he asks in disbelief when the staff anounced the result. "Why is he so dumb", he murmurs to himself, and pouts even more when Jungkook chuckles and nudged him playfully.

Annoyance starts bubbling in his chest. Blames his hormone—that makes everything heightened for him. He's tired. He's hot. He's sweaty. He's uncomfortable.

His shirt is pricking on him, he already get rid of the flannel as it caused him sweats too much. His jeans digging on him, and his stomach churn—as his body is tired and feels too hot. Ever since he's pregnant, nausea always comes and hit him like a wave if he got too tired. And he's still in his second trimester—where the morning sickness having it's blast latching on him.

And because all of that, this run episode is taking a lot for him, like, he was doing so fun and having a good time shooting the first part in their studio, cool, with Yoongi near him. But the staff had to make them going around Seoul for the second part, keeping them individually, and ricidulously hoping that they will have this telepathically shit.

If Seokjin doesnt remind him—that this ep were from his idea a year ago, he would trash the PD-nim fron letting a pregnant male running around Seoul, apart from his boyfriend, in the middle of summer.

"What's the third round keywords?", Seokjin's questions cutting his murderous train of thoughts. He perks up, soon joining the conversation—they need to get 7 of them back on track and end this hell game.

Jimin giggles as he steps back, "You guys solved it on your own", when Namjoon and Seokjin starts to bicker. "I like to add fuel to the fire", he laughs more—momentarily forget about his "complaints" as they already reached an agreement and ushered to get on their car, for the next destinations.

"Do you think Yoongi hyung and Hobi hyung will come to there?", Jungkook mumbles as he gazes outside. Jimin sighs, plopping himself against the seat, one of his hand quietly slides under his shirt—rubbing the bloated swell that is his little pea-sized baby, as he feels nausea increases ; the jeans, belt, hot weather, and moving car .. it's bad for him.

"I will kick him if he's not", he whines under his breath, gaining a chuckles from the younger, "How can he's being that bad?! Those places were our memories!", Jimin rants, starts getting agitated.

Jungkook laughs harder, "Maybe your telepathy with him is shit hyung"

"So is yours and Taehyung then", Jimin pinched his thighs, "You were stranded at the first round!"

"But at least i came back to him faster than hyung"

"Jungkook!"

***

Yoongi nudged him as they stepped in the restaurant. They already finished all the round, after getting a good giggles—and good come back for Jungkook—when Taehyung being the only one that stranded away on a different spot. The staff decided to ushered them to the restaurant first for lunch as they all wait for Taehyung to joined them.

"Why are you pouting so hard, hm?"

Jimin huffs, latching his fingers quietly on Yoongi's sleeves, "Tired .. i dont know, i feel weird", he mumbles.

"Huh?", Yoongi frowns, guiding his boyfriend to sit, before taking his seat as well. He faces the younger, "Why?"

Jimin shrugs, taking the chopsticks and play with the side dish in front of him. "I told you i dont know .. everything just feel .. weird"

Yoongi sighs, ruffling his hair, "We just have this lunch, then we can go home, okay?"

"I know", Jimin whines, "Why is Taehyung taking so long?"

"Calm down, sweetheart", Yoongi chuckles, squeezing his hand under the table.

***

"No ..", Jimin shakes his head, taking the meat Yoongi just placed on his bowl, back to him. "I'm full"

Yoongi frowns, looking at him, "What full? You still have half of it", he nudges with his chin.

Jimin takes a sips of water, "I'm not too hungry", he says after, then fumbles with his jeans as he can't bare anymore longer the pressure it gives him, "Gosh .. i feel full already", he murmurs quietly, pressing his fist to stiffles burps.

"You barely eat breakfast", Yoongi points out, "Try to eat some more?"

"Can't", Jimin grimaces, "I'm really full hyung"

"Just the meat? Without rice?", Yoongi bargains. He's truly concerned with how little Jimin has been eating today, especially after spending the day going out around—he's eating too little to recover all the energy he spends today.

Jimin pouts, opened his mouth wide to accepts the meat from Yoongi's chopsticks. 2 pieces, and he pushes Yoongi's hands away from his lips—and new batch of meats. "No .. full"

"Okay", Yoongi nods, quite satisfied with the small addition. He knows better than pushing the younger further.

Jimin downed another glass of water—wanting it to push all the meat and greasy feeling in his mouth, while trying to focus himself back to the conversation going on the table.

***

Jimin is trying. But his focus only last for a solid 5 minutes as he feels pressure from his inside. Uncomfortable pressure. He slides his hand quietly under his shirt, rubbing it again over his bloated belly, hoping that it could lessen the aches and pooling nausea latching there.

"You okay?", Yoongi leans closer to him after catching Jimin squirms uncomfortably in his seat.

Jimin shakes his head a little, not wanting to attract attention, "A little bit nauseous", he mumbles to the rapper. Yoongi hums, asking Jungkook to get him water again, and slides it over the younger.

Jimin takes a small sip, then shuddered, somehow it falls heavy on his stomach—making his inside even worse. He huffs, taking a deep inhale, "I will go to the bathroom"

"That bad? Want me to accompany you?", Yoongi asks worriedly.

Jimin nods. Yoongi being there must be better. Yoongi takes a look at the staff, signaling that they will go to the bathroom—luckily, they are done with the shoot. So there's not much hassle to slip away.

Jimin's hand is busy during their short trip to the bathroom—one hovers around his mouth, and other holding his bump, hoping that it could lessen the jostles and the damage, but apparently its futile, as he practically flee from Yoongi's arms to the nearest stall, not bother to close the door, as he let out a guttural gag, deep and nauseating.

He slams the toilet lid open, immediately bend over it and steady himself agaisnt the wall, when the second wave hit and he gags again. He feels nausea lingering up to his throat.

"Yoongi ..", Jimin shivers, breathing heavily, " 'm nauseous.."

"I know ..", Yoongi massage his back, up from his neck to his spine, "I know .. breathe .. and let it out if you need it, you will feel better soon"

Jimin huffs, squeezing his eyes as he rides the sloshing in his stomach. "This is annoying ..", he breathes out, "I cant even eat something nice and kee—"

He tighten his grips on Yoongi's hands as he jolts forward, retching harshly, when big stream of vomit sprays from his mouth. It shoots down, filling the bowl in rapid pace, even some of it splatters to the seat.

"Ah ..", Yoongi grimaces, "You're doing a great job, love .. let it out"

Jimin chokes, gasping for air before he belches again, more of his lunch coming out. It's thick .. and heavy. He shuddered when he sees meat that hasnt even get time to get digested properly, floats below him.

"Uurrkk—"

Jimin gags at the sight.

***

"Ha ..", Jimin pants, rubbing his runny nose with his hand as he slowly straighten his body, after he feels empty and his stomach has satisfied with emptying it's content few rounds later. He looks sadly at the mess—that is his lunch, another set of food he failed to keep down—before reaches to flush it away.

There gone his nice meals.

"Done?", Yoongi asks, wiping his tears and sweats that frames his forehead from all the exertion.

Jimin nods, not having any energy left after his soul just sucked out of him. He let Yoongi guides him to the sink. Patiently helping him to rinse his mouth and fix his appearance before they stepped out back.

"Jiminie .. are you okay? Throw up again?", Hoseok asks attentively. Yoongi almost scolds him for saying that out loud, but then relaxed when theres nothing but their members in there. They wait for them. "He is", Yoongi answers for him instead, as Jimin looks like he gonna flutters asleep anytime soon. He's even leaning most of his weight on Yoongi now.

Lucky him Yoongi has been working out.

"Your baby is not going easy on you, hm?", Seokjin chuckles fondly, "Want hyung to get a take out for you? This was a nice meal, you can have it later"

"I want—"

"Not you, Yoongichi", Seokjin glares at him, "Jiminie"

"But me and Jimin is one! we are a package deal", Yoongi grunts, and Jimin chuckles beside him.

"Yet you're stranded 2 times today"

Jimin chuckles harder.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi #and again another mpreg fic

[s-creations]

The Forgotten - Chapter 2 'In Which Discussions Are Had & Plans Are (Sort Of) Made'

The BeanBean Kingdom has lived peacefully for centuries, due to the wild ocean and towering mountains that surround them. No one being able to get in or out. Which makes it strange when a stranger enters the kingdom, but not in an expected way.

Close to death and with little memories about his previous life, Peasley has to uncover where this 'L' came from. As well as who would want to hurt this confused human.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Luigi/Prince Peasley Warnings/Additional Tags: Luigi don't remember who he is, AU to Super Star Saga, There will be mentions of torture, PTSD, Bowser's gonna be intense in this, At least far more than in comparison to the games, Mario's a worried older brother, It's a dangerous game of cat and mouse

The announcement of a possible intruder did cause a ripple of fear to travel through the kingdom. Just as predicted. However, the citizens also responded with determination. Wanting to do what was possible to keep themselves safe. Numerous volunteers stepped forward to act as watchmen. Anything to bring awareness of any possible dangers to their home. 

None aware of the unexpected guest to the secluded kingdom.

Said guest had yet to wake. Even with Dr. Pinto giving positive daily updates, the human hadn’t stirred once. To Peasley, who had stopped by every morning as part of his duties, he couldn’t see much improvement. Granted he wasn’t the castle's physician. But the human was just as pale and frail as when he was first discovered. 

The first noticeable change came about a week later, when the human’s cheeks started carrying a red hue to them. Peasley, upon arriving for that morning’s check in, quickly placed his books and paperwork aside on the small bedside table. Reaching out without a second thought and cupping the cheeks carefully. Shocked to feel warmth emitting from them. 

“Dr. Pinto!” Peasley frantically called out. Eyes quickly scanning to see if he could find any other issues. Not looking away from the sleeping form as he hears footsteps draw closer. 

“Your highness, what’s wrong?”

“The cheeks, they’re red, why are they red? And burning! I-Is he sick now too? What’s happening?” 

“Prince Peasley, I need you to please calm yourself…and release my patient’s face.” Peasley was not pleased with how flustered he felt being caught cradling a stranger’s face. Stepping away slightly as Dr. Pinto positioned himself on the other side of the medical bed. “Rosie cheeks and warmth is a good thing. It informs us that our patient here has regained enough of his own blood. This will help in his recovery.”

“So…this is a good thing.” “Absolutely. He’s still in a heavy recovery period. But this tells me that he’s over a big hurdle. It may still be a while longer before he wakes again, however.”

Peasley tapped the metal bar on the bed, eyes still on the sleeping form. “You mentioned blood. What is that?”

“It’s the human equivalent of our sap, what keeps him alive.”

“And that’s why his cheeks are red?”

“Yes, because his blood is red. Seeing flushed cheeks is a sign of good health…or the human is cold and attempting to regulate body heat. But I assure you, this means he’s recovering well.”

The prince falters slightly. Getting a sudden flash of memory, when he first found the human under the mudslide. “There..was red. Under his nose and from the corner of his mouth.”

“That would have been blood.”

The answer seemed to cause Peasley’s stomach to churn. Arms moved to wrap around his midsection, as if it would offer some self-comfort. “How…could anyone be so cruel to another living being?”

“Sire…this is not meant to be a negative mark against your life. But there are evil, truly evil people out there. I’m sorry to say that this is a very negative first experience to the world outside of our walls.”

“It’s…It can’t be helped. A situation no one in this room has any control over. I’m content in knowing he is in our care.” Peasley commented calmly. Reaching out once more to gently brush the human’s hair to the side. “I will say though that I’m discontent with waiting. I wish I was able to help more than just…check in.”

“You could read to him,” Pinto laughed softly at Peasley’s raised brow, “I’m not sure why it works. But patients in comas or heavy states of unconsciousness have reported hearing people talking to them while they sleep. Saying that hearing voices helped them wake up. Sort of like leading them out of a fog.”

“All I have are farmland reports and housing requests.”

“I think our human friend here would prefer something a little different than legal documents. Try fiction, entertainment if you will.”

“Very well, I’ll start tomorrow. It might put me a bit more at ease until he wakes up. …Dr. Pinto?”

“Yes, your highness?”

“How did you know he was human?”

“As a doctor, I have to be ready to help any patient that’s presented to me. I don’t know a lot about them, as not much has been written in either the medical or social aspects of these beings. Humans are very rare for this world.”

“How are they here then?”

“I’m unsure… I’ve heard that one of the kingdoms is actually ruled by a human.”

Peasley perked up at this. “Which kingdom?”

Pinto gave himself a few moments to think before answering, “I…believe it’s the Mushroom Kingdom.”

“I may be drawing a wrong conclusion,” Peasley bit his lip, “But could this kingdom know of our patient?”

That gave the doctor another pause. “...It could be possible. If anything we can’t rule it out. The problem will be how we can get a message out to them. The old walkways out of the mountains have been blocked for centuries.”

“Our patient got in somehow.”

“I certainly don’t want to go the way he did.”

“Ah…fair.”

“But bring this up with the Queen,” Pinto continued, “She may know of another way to get the message out. In any event, it’s a place to start.”

“I’ll go talk with her now about it. Thank you Dr. Pinto. I’ll be back later with a book in hand.” Grabbing his papers from the small table, Peasley left. 

When the topic of the Mushroom Kingdom, namely with the idea of sending a message, Queen Bean was in favor. “I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this before.”

“Do you know the ruler there?” Peasley asked. 

“No, nor do I know the previous rulers. But I was aware of the humans ruling over a kingdom from my own parents. Millennia ago, we apparently had a relationship with the Mushroom Kingdom, trading purposes mainly. Before the paths out of our kingdom were blocked.”

“Why…were they blocked?” 

Queen Bean looked over to her curious son. “I wish I could give you an acceptable answer. But the most I was ever told was that it was for our kingdom’s protection.”

“From what?”

“I wish I knew.”

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…Was…he dead?

No…pretty sure death meant nothing…

And he was thinking…

That must count for something…

So…if he wasn’t dead…

Where was he?

Maybe he was just asleep… How long had he been asleep?

Because he felt so heavy, absolutely weak. But why?

What had happened?

Was he-

Wait.

Who was he?

Why couldn’t he remember anything?

‘...turn from your battle, that’s all I ask. 

I’ll do what I can. I’ll do everything that I can do to return to you.’

Who…was that?

Their voice was unfamiliar. Which really meant nothing as he remembered very little to begin with. 

But what were they saying? It was strange, as if they were talking to themselves. Just carrying their own conversation. Were they…reading? Why were they reading? Were they reading to him?

Even after the cart disappeared over the horizon, Mellisa hoped that it would return. To bring her beloved back to her. But the hours passed and the house remained as empty as before. 

This was so confusing.

He really wished he could figure out what was going on.

But everything still felt so heavy.

He attempted to let out a groan of frustration. All that came out however was a small squeak of a sound. His throat felt absolutely raw with something blocking his mouth. The nearby reading suddenly stopped, now hearing someone shuffling. He couldn’t help but wince when something warm and soft was pressed against his cheek. Unable to tilt towards the soft touch. It felt so foreign for some reason. 

“Dr. Pinto, he’s waking up!” The reading voice called out desperately. 

He released a small whine as he took a deep breath in. Slowly opening his eyes to find the world an absolute blurred mess. Shifting his attention to a moving figure leaning over him. Skin a vivid green, warm brown eyes furrowed in worry, golden shoulder length hair, dressed in brilliant white garments. It was this person’s hand that was resting on his cheek. 

Who…Who were they?

They disappeared before he could dwell on that. Now more people entered his vision. All saying something quickly towards each other, he wasn’t able to keep up. His mind eventually offered that they were probably doctors or something similar. The one who was giving the majority of the orders (this being Dr. Pinto possibly?) gave a few more notes before turning to him. 

“Hey, can you hear me?” The doctor asked calmly. He could only reply back with another small moan. But that was enough to answer the other. “Good, good. I need you to take deep breaths through your nose. We’ll be removing something from your mouth…”

He attempted to comply, wincing as something large was extracted from his mouth. Quickly gulping down air when his chin was released. 

“Calm down, slow deep breaths for me, you’re doing great. Keep giving me those slow breaths. We’re going to sit you up a bit further.”

He closed his eyes as the world shifted around him. Only opening them when the bed settled once more. He was surprised at how large the room was. An elongated hallway style that held enough room that both sides held two rows of medical beds. Each having a small side table and curtained partitions. All other beds were empty. 

Tucked into the corner, near where he was currently resting, was a large room. Numerous windows outlined the area, acting more like walls than windows, all blocked off with thick curtains. Unable for outside viewers to see what was inside. He could only assume it was an office space for the medical team.

He was pulled away from his musings when a glass of water was gently pressed to his lips. Greedily sucking down the cool liquid, soothing his rough and swollen throat. The glass was pulled away sooner than he wanted. Until he realized that he needed to breathe again. 

“You’re okay. We’re not going to deprive you. But you need to pace yourself.”

He took a few deep breaths, calming himself before choking out. “W-Where…am I?”

Dr. Pinto seemed surprised to hear the other talk, but quickly responded with, “The BeanBean Kingdom’s castle, specifically the infirmary wing. Does the name sound familiar to you?”

He frowned, thinking as well as his foggy mind would allow. “No…it doesn’t… I’m sorry…”

“You’re fine. No worries. Do you think you could tell me your name?”

Tingling on the edge of his consciousness, he felt the beginning build up of panic. “N-No…”

There was a flash of concern over Dr. Pinto’s face that was quickly buried back down. Pulling his calm smile back and replying with, “Okay, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Can you tell me anything about yourself?”

He swallowed weakly, eyes traveling over the white walls as he racked his brain. Was there anything he could remember? It was all just a blur. A dim, muted blur. That was bad, right? How could it not be? Is it even possible to just not remember a single thing about his own life? “I…I can’t- I don’t…remember…”

Peasley, who had stood aside when the medical team arrived, frowned hearing how heartbroken the humans sounded. Attempting to figure out how he could help in this situation. But what could he possibly do? 

The answer arrived when his eyes landed on a familiar green cap resting on the small bedside table. One that had been washed and carefully tended to since the human arrived. The prince picked said garment up and stepped around Dr. Pinto. Giving what he hoped was a gentle smile as blue eyes turned to him. 

“This is yours, right?”

The human’s eyes widened slightly upon seeing said cap. “That’s mine… Yeah, that’s mine…”

“There’s an ‘L’ embroidered on it. Does your name start with ‘L’?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah… Yes, I think so…”

“Can we call you that for now?”

“...I-I’d like that, yes…”

Peasley smiled softly, placing the cap under L’s less injured hand. “Well, L, I do wish our first meeting was under better circumstances. But I welcome you to the BeanBean Kingdom. I am Prince Peasley.”

L gave a wobbly smile in return. “T-Thank you…”

There was a moment of silence as L’s attention went back to the green cap. Thumb slowly running over the letter. When another flash of something entered his mind. 

“Mario.”

Peasley inched closer at this. “Who’s Mario?”

“I don’t know… But I need to find him…”

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“L, the name our guest has been asked to be called, is recovering well. While his intake of food and drink is minimal and very slow, I'm happy to know that he’s able to keep things down,” Dr. Pinto sighed before looking up to Queen Bean, “But now we have another issue. L remembers very little. What we are aware of is that the green cap does belong to him, his name starts with ‘L’, and he’s looking for someone named Mario.”

“Another human?” the queen asked. 

“I can only assume. I’m not aware of this person however.”

“Neither am I… What are our next steps?”

“I will continue to work towards L’s full mental and physical recovery. A new concern now is understanding what prompted the memory loss.” 

“Do you have a theory about what caused it?” Peasley asked. 

The doctor shifted. “As stated before, due to the placement and clearly purposeful intentions behind the wounds, L was tortured. I’m theorizing that the memory loss was a sort of safety measure. A way to keep himself feeling somewhat safe. The items he has clung to are those he determined that are most important.” 

“Do you think his memories will come back?”

“That is a dangerous question. Ideally, yes, getting his memories back could happen and would be beneficial. But recalling what’s befallen him, this may cause further damage. As well as his own mind will cause stress if we or anyone forces him to try and remember. It will be best if we ease him into pulling his memories back.”

Peasley frowned, tapping his finger on the handle of his sword before looking towards his mother. “Have you decided if it would be possible to send a letter to the Mushroom Kingdom?”

Queen Bean gave a short sigh but nodded. “It’s currently our best move to figure out a solution. However, it will take time to plan a way safely out of our kingdom. If it even is possible. As well as deciding what we even write about.” 

“What do you mean?”

“We’re in the middle of a great unknown,” Lady Lima answered, “We still don’t know what caused the injuries on L. While expecting the worst is not the best way to approach this,we can’t exclude the possibility someone from the Mushroom Kingdom was the cause of this. It’s a hope we can inform the people who need to know without tipping off what’s truly going on. To keep this L and ourselves safe.”

“But we can’t sit on this for to long,” Peasley quickly argued back, “Twiddling our thumbs will help with nothing!”

“Neither will rushing in,” Queen Bean reached over to place a hand on her son’s shoulder. The prince relaxed slightly by the touch. “This is nothing that we can just snap our fingers and solve. We are breaking walls that have been left untouched to kingdoms we have not interacted with for so long. Worrying about an unknown but dangerous threat. To us, this human L, and our kingdom overall. We need to be cautious.”

“...I understand.” 

“No one is happy about this situation, Prince Peasley. No one wanted to feel unsafe in their own home. But it’s how we respond that will help us in finding a solution.”

“Then what shall I do?”

“Your priority is L. He’s lost, confused, and is still in a battle for his life. Provide him some form of stability. Become a person he knows he can rely on. Do you understand?”

“...Yes mother.”

#luigi #prince peasley #luigi x peasley #s-creations #fanfiction #chapter story

[smoosnoom]

was this chapter happier? yes. did I cry anyway? no shit.

“It’s deserved, even, all this burning, if he were to be finally honest with himself, and he doesn’t flinch when the fiery water hits his face.” well, i hope it’s not a projection this time cause mike in this chapter reminds me of.. myself during my depressive episode🧍🏻‍♀️it’s my turn to self-project

“I’m not doing this anymore. I can’t.” i don’t think i said it last time but bc see mikes pov i kinda forget that will canonically is/was in love with mike. and he was trying to push his feelings away during this 4 years. maybe even longer.

“Max steps forward to violently punch Mike in the arm” love that max didn’t hug him. not her style at all

““Seize the day,” Dustin claims, and opens the door, the winter air creeping in.” did dustin become fan if dps or he just learn latin phrases for fun?

“All he has is a bare basement and a sinking feeling in his stomach. He feels vaguely sick.” just stopped to say it’s beautiful

“It stings when he confesses, “I miss you.”” well that was the first time i crying reading this chapter

“When Will returns, he has a styrofoam cup in his hands. “Here.”” he’s clearly hurt but that shows that he still cares and will care about mike no matter what. idk does it make sense?

“Will is almost quieter when he says, “I missed you, too.”” and that where i cried for the second time. i have a thing for “i miss u” ig

“There is, unfortunately, no Steve Harrington behind the counter to sneak them into the movies” i hope steve got real adult job

“Staying in Hawkins for a little before I figured out where I want to go next sounded pretty nice” oh i see where it’s coming

“Loved, he thinks, loved, appreciated, wished –“ “wished” hits HARD

““Of course, I did,” Mike says, not having checked behind the television. “On an unrelated note, I’ll be right back.”” this one made me giggle. but more cause of the thought that they’re coming back to their little bubble, starting to feel comfortable enough to joke around. and it’s happening naturally and pretty fast

““It’s so different down here,” Lucas notes” ok, somehow ive been waiting to tell my thoughts about basement till this moment. i.. don’t think empty walls r bad thing. i think it’s like the omen of the new beginnings? yeah, my old basement was cool but it’s time to make new memories. happier. without the burden of the past. it’s like rediscovering the place u used to visit exclusively with the people u don’t talk now.

““I enlightened him!” Dustin claims, sitting opposite of her, and El snorts beside Mike.” well dustin stays the party member with the best taste 😀

one last thing i wanted to say about this chapter is that ur style has changed. diffidently in a good way. i’ve mentioned one sentence that i like but tbh.. i could choose any of them and that would be true. and i had to check vocabulary more often

oh no 😭 IM SORRY FOR MAKING U CRY ALYA hopefully the next one it is Tears of Joy 🫶🫶

LMAOO if it helps . we can both self project . mom says it's my turn with the self projection

omg that is a Fantastic point bc mike doesn't know !!! at all !!!!!! i tried to make wills frustration obvious for u know . dramatic irony but also that it makes sense for mike even tho he doesn't know the full length of it all 🫡 im so happy u noticed omg

YEYY3A OMG i am so glad u think so too 😭 i rly couldn't write max hugging him it felt Wrong

HELNGPOY dustin dps fan in this au 🫶 it has no relevancy but idc !

thank u alya ☹️ ily

NOOO no more tears . writing only Happy from now on (🤞 no promises ...)

it does make sense !!!!! it does !!!!!!!!!!!!! they're both hurt but they also Care so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

characters admitting they miss each other no matter how much it hurts . it will always get to me too </3

HELEP yes steve and robin rooming together and attending to their Adult Jobs

alya i need u to shut down ur big brain so the final chapter IS A SURPRISE OK

wished !!!!! u get it !!!!!!!!!!

YAYYYYY im so glad u thought it was natural, i was kind of second guessing myself bc it felt like Maybe it's too quick for them to joke again . but whenever i meet up with friends i haven't seen in months or even years it is always so easy to slip back to who we used to be, you know ?

"it's like rediscovering" alya u absolute angel . my graham cracker . my vanilla latte . u get it U Get It oh my god it's alll about change !!!! and it doesn't always have to be bad !!!!!!!!!!

U LIKE PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA ????? FIRST THE FRIES AND MILSKSGKES 😭😭 ALYA WHY

im so flattered u think so !!!! i think i definitely took a different tone to this fic and im rly happy u noticed :] it means the world to me and im always so happy whenever u drop by my askbox with a Huge commentary like this 🫶 it means the world to me ive reread this like . nine times !!!!!!

#LOVE U ALYA 🫶🫶🫶🫂🫂🫂🫶🫂 #u make my Day for realsies #/ask #daily alya

[anangelforsure]

Good Omens 2 thoughts (long, spoilers)

First of all just generic thoughts (so tumblr hopefully doesn’t put any blatant spoilers on display.)

Oh my god. Incredible. It’s amazing just to see Crowley and aziraphale again. Their dynamic is wonderful, as an ace person they really resonate with me in the way they express affection. Gabriel without his memory is so cute it’s wild to compare that to his awfulness in season one. The three major new characters are delightful, Muriel is so sweet, Maggie and nina obviously mirror a and c which makes for some amusing moments. The mystery is intriguing, the flashbacks add a lot of depth to everything, i feel like we get to know aziraphale a lot better in this season. Obviously they more or less go together, as always, but my first impression is that I learned a lot about him.

*spoilers start here*

More specifically, we get a lot of insight into the way heaven keeps their grip on our angel. We see Crowley deciding to ‘ask some questions’ before he falls, and aziraphale clearly already knows it’s trouble. Through the flashbacks to the time of Job, we see how brutal heaven is, playing with human lives for a bet. Az hates it but is too afraid to say anything out of line. To be totally honest he struck me as kind of annoying my first time seeing season one due to his undying loyalty to heaven, but over time rewatching that and seeing season two I realize that it’s not entirely his fault, he’s indoctrinated, heaven is like a cult, threatening terrible punishment for those who dare question authority. It’s awfully awkward since he’s paired with Crowley who has been through it with both heaven and hell and rejected taking either side because he knows how they are. The continuing theme through the flashbacks of az insisting that heaven is “the good guys” despite seeing the complexity of human morality many times makes the ending all the more painful. As soon as the metatron appears and the music changes in episode six, im filled with a sense of dread. Aziraphale never fully acknowledged that heaven is wrong with their actions or stated that he isn’t on their side. Crowley has been on his own side (“our side”) for a very long time, but he ‘goes too fast’ for aziraphale. I’ve seen a lot of people shitting on az for this, but come on we’ve spent two whole seasons watching him wrestle with inner conflict as he knows heaven isn’t what they claim to be, but he truly believes things can get better because he is purely good in a tragically naive way. Good people do bad things and hurt people they love sometimes, and both of them are horrible at communicating. Az is afraid to commit to something new, falling back into familiar ways when posed with a decision, Crowley rarely shares how he feels instead opting to be mean and make jokes (up until the end of course) anyways. You know it’s going nowhere good when there’s only ten minutes left and the music isn’t happy… I was absolutely shocked at the way it went down though. I feel sick to my stomach with the music and aziraphales interrupting Crowley trying to confess.. every word from az’s mouth makes it worse as we know there’s no hope for him to see sense at this point. My heart STOPS and I can barely register what’s happening at the moment of crowley’s “we could’ve been US” I almost question if I’m dreaming, if this is somehow a joke or fanfiction. I’m simultaneously elated and horrified at what I’m watching it’s beautiful. The entire credits rolling as a and c silently hold back tears on either side of my screen.. delightful,,heartbreaking,, unexpected. Such a bold move, A terrible terrible way to end a season but also the best thing I’ve ever seen. 10/10

#gos2 spoilers #good omens spoilers