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Chapter Three

Warnings: Cursing, Discipline, 18+ (excuse any typos)

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Chapter Two

"Look who remembers they have a mother on the other side of the country," Nadine chuckled into the receiver, "Been a whole three months since I've heard from you, Moriah DeBreaux."

Moriah's sigh floated through her lips. "Mama, I texted you at least once or twice a day when I'm not working."

"Hearing your voice and texting are not the same thing. So why haven't I heard from you?"

Zilla looked over at his girlfriend from the road, putting a comforting hand on her thigh. He felt bad being the one that told her to call but he knew she couldn't avoid Nadine forever.

"Between work and Zilla, I've just been a little busy trying to get into our routine. I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm sorry for not calling."

Nadine hummed at the sound of his name. "So you and him are settling in fine then I suppose?"

"Yes, Mama, we've been fine."

"I should say that's good," she mumbled, "And the furniture? It's still all okay? Your father insisted on picking the sofa but I had final say."

Before Moriah could stop him, Zilla pulled the phone from her as they came to a red light. He held it away from her, pushing her hands away from him as he laughed.

"I'm glad you asked, Ms. Nadine. The sofa is real nice, came in handy until we got our actual bed."

"What does that mean, Isayah?"

He laughed seeing Moriah mouth 'no' to him. Quietly, he told her to relax as he drove through the green light.

"That means that I understood the assignment from the condoms to the sofa, you wanted to make sure we was safely and comfortably gettin busy," he explained ignoring his girlfriend hitting his arm, "And I wanted to let you know we did just that. You should definitely get one of them sofas for ya house too should you decide to date again."

The line went silent, Zilla had to hold back how loudly he wanted to laugh while Moriah sat mortified and laughing in the passenger seat.

"Tell Moriah I will talk to her later."

Zilla chuckled, "Yes ma'am, Ms. Nadine. Forreal though, think about gettin the sofa. Aight?"

When the phone hung up, he passed it back to her still laughing. She snatched it and tossed it into her purse.

"I'm gonna beat ya ass in your sleep tonight. You just wait. Why would you say that to her? Why?"

He shrugged playfully. "Sometimes you gotta get people before they get you, Fat. You know she was bout to start with you."

"I know but it's cause she was upset I hadn't called her in three months."

"Man," he stressed, sucking his teeth, "Fuck all that. If she wanted to talk to you, she woulda called you. Did she call you?"

"No, but."

"Ain't no but. If she wanted to talk, she woulda called. Everything ain't ya fault. You hear me?"

"I hear you, Zay. You're right."

He squeezed her thigh lovingly before returning his hand to the steering wheel. "Relax, don't even think about it. Gone and take a nap, we got like 2 more hours to we get to Pensacola."

"I'm not," she paused to yawn, "I'm not tired though."

He laughed, "Stop bein so damn hard headed and take the nap."

She mimicked him as she got comfortable, he reached in the backseat passing her his blanket. He glanced at her to make sure she was covered up saying softly that he loved her.

Clack

Clack, Clack

Huffing, fourteen year old Moriah snatched her covers off and went to let up her window. She poked her head out, not at all surprised to see Zilla smiling up at her.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked in a hushed tone.

He shrugged, "It's like one something. So what?"

"One in the morning, Isayah. I was sleep, you should be sleep."

Again he shrugged. "Couldn't sleep and you ain't answer ya phone so I came here."

"Because I was sleeping like a normal person," she frowned, "How did you even get out?"

His smile was back, although this time it resembled a sneaky grin.

"Cause I'm me. Come on."

"My mama is gonna kill me if she catches me. No."

"She ain't gon catch you, ima have you back in time like always."

Groaning, Moriah quietly shut her window and went to get her vans. She didn't bother putting anything over her pajamas or taking off her scarf but she did fix up her bed before quietly leaving her bedroom. When she got downstairs, she grabbed them both juices and eased out of the back door. She passed him a juice and stared at him.

"What I do?" He asked opening his juice.

"Don't play with me," she warned, "I'm out here. What do you want?"

He grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him out the back gate. They walked down the sidewalk in silence besides the neighborhood dogs barking. He would squeeze her hand every now and then.

"I got a competition next weekend. You coming?"

"Where at?"

"Dallas. Your mom said she would bring you, if you wanna go."

He shrugged, starting to shake his head.

"You haven't been to one in months, I really want you to come."

He glanced at her, coming to a stop under one of the street lights. Standing in front of him, she reached up to fix his hair a slight frown on her face.

"I'll see what I can do."

Moriah's face completely dropped at his words. She knew what that meant and it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Just tell me no cause that's what that means. What girl is it this time? Or is it your new friends again?"

"Ain't no girl, Fat."

"So it's those boys then. You'd rather get in trouble then come support me. I gotta be in trouble all the time to get you to hang out with me or something?"

He frowned down at her. "I ain't say shit about gettin in trouble. I just already made plans with them."

"Plans to do what," she asked, folding her arms across her trouble. She scoffed when he didn't answer. "Exactly. You only wanna hang out with me when they don't need you or in the middle of night. I barely even see you in school anymore, Zay. If you don't wanna be friends no more, just say that."

Realizing she was about to walk away, Zilla pulled her back to him and held on so she couldn't move. He leaned back against the street light, hugging her tight.

"I know it ain't that easy to get rid of you," he joked. "Ima make more time for you but you not my only friend, Fat."

She scoffed trying to pull away. "Those boys ain't your friends. The ones from your neighborhood and school are but then other ones ain't."

He huffed not taking his arms from around her. "Either way, you ain't the only one but you are the most important even though I ain't acting like it. Ima do better wit you. I promise. Aight?"

"And you promise to come to school," she added staring up at him.

He chucked. "Not every day but I promise."

"And you're gonna come to my competition next weekend?"

"Only if you come to a party with me tomorrow."

She huffed playfully. "Fine, I'll go but you better come. I'm not playing."

"Bet," he yawned, "Let's go to my crib."

Knowing she shouldn't, Moriah walked to his house with him talking the whole way there. He kept hold of her hand, keeping watch of any danger. When they got to the house one of his brothers was in the kitchen, he made eye contact with them both then checked the clock. He questioned the teenagers but didn't dig too deep into it.

Making it to his room, he got comfortable in his basketball shorts then got in his bed beside Moriah. He pulled her close to him.

"Why you like bein bad?" She asked softly.

"Ion like it, it just happens."

"You're making the choice though, Zay." She sighed thinking of her next words. "You made the choice to not hang out with me and leave me alone at school. Pretty soon you're gonna leave me alone out here."

He turned her over to face him, she wasn't surprised to see him frowning.

"What you mean?"

"It ain't a secret, Zilla. Your mom tells you all the time if you don't stop you're gonna go to jail. The stuff that you're doing is gonna put you there and you're gonna leave me."

Although it annoyed him to constantly hear that, he didn't like the way it affected the people around him but it wasn't enough to make him stop. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he hugged her briefly.

"I ain't goin nowhere, man. Ima be right here so we can do the shit you planned for us." He chuckled seeing her smile.

"Promise?"

He had no idea if he could keep it.

"Promise."

Taking a chance, Zilla captured her lips in a kiss. It was something he wanted to do for a while but was never quite sure if she felt the same way. The chemistry in that moment felt like the right time, her kissing him back confirmed his thoughts. He pulled away first then kissed her forehead.

"Go to sleep. Ima make sure you up in time to get home."

Around 8am, the teenagers were being woken up by hits from a broom. They jumped out of their sleep, looking around in confusion and blocking the hits. Leata landed a few more smacks with the broom.

"Do you know how crazy you two have made everybody?" She yelled. "Your mother has been panicking cause she woke up and you weren't in your bed, Moriah! Your father is trying to get here from Georgia and you're in my house!"

Zilla stood from the bed, rubbing at his eyes. "It ain't her fault, Ma. It's mine, my bad."

"My bad?" She repeated in disbelief and hit him a few more times. "And no worries, I already know it's your fault but she knew better too! What were you thinking sneaking out, Moriah?"

Moriah fumbled with her nails nervously, not wanting to get hit again. "I usually make it back in time. We don't usually come here."

"Usually? Oh so you two have been sneaking out for a while then! What is wrong with you two? What if something happened?"

Zilla sucked his teeth. "Man, I got her. Wasn't nothin gon happen to her."

"I've had it up to here with you and your attitude, Isayah. You two were wrong," Leata stressed. "Especially knowing that her mother doesn't even want you two bein friends! Just … get your stuff, I'm taking you home, Moriah. And you're going too and you're gonna apologize to her mother."

When they pulled up to Moriah's house, Nadine was waiting on the porch with a police officer. All three collectively sighed, as Leata put the car in park she turned to look at the teenagers.

"I don't want any attitude out of either of you, it's only gonna make this worse. Apologize then keep your mouths shut. Are we clear?" She waited for them to nod and got out of the car. "Nadine, I'm so sorry about this. I had no idea she was at my house."

Nadine flew off of the porch to her daughter, frantically checking her for bruises and any signs of distress. The officer stepped off the porch going to the group.

"Everything seems to be alright here. Call if you need anything else ma'am."

"Everything is not alright," she spat, "That boy kidnapped my daughter and I want something done about it."

The officer held back what he wanted to say instead tried to be diplomatic. "Ms. DeBreaux, were you at their house against your will? Did you want to be there?"

"I wanted to be there," she said softly.

"Did this young man coerce you out of your home?" Moriah shook her head. "Okay so Mrs. DeBreaux, there's nothing I can do as she was not kidnapped. The only option you would have, I don't think you would like much."

"Ms. Parker. And what's that?"

"My apologies, Ms. Parker. Taking her in as a runaway child and charging her but that's only going to affect your daughter. I cannot take him unless his mother decides on that." The officer explained gently.

Nadine looked between the teenagers as she thought over her choices then a smirk appeared on her face.

"Can you hold her while I decide if I wanna press charges or not?"

"Mama!" Moriah shrieked, terror was written all over her face.

"Now, Nadine, a simple punishment will do." Leata interjected trying to help.

"With all due respect, I won't be taking parental advice from someone with a child like yours," she spat. "Now, can you or can't you hold her, Officer?"

He sighed, giving Moriah a quick, apologetic look. "Yes ma'am, we can hold her for up to 72 hours."

"Mama, don't do that." She pleaded starting to tear up.

Zilla scrunched his face up, "That's some bullshit. It ain't even that serious."

Leata quickly shushed her son.

"I'm nipping it in the bud now, something your mother should've done, Isayah." Nadine smiled widely. "Take her, Officer. Her father and I need to decide what to do with her."

Taking out his cuffs, the officer waited for her to give her phone to her mother then reluctantly cuffed her. She cried as he walked her to his patrol car, he helped her in then went back to Nadine. Zilla went to his patrol car to reassure her through the window, trying to get her to stop crying.

"Ms. Parker, if you take longer than 72 hours the decision will no longer be yours and she'll be charged as a runway."

"Let's say we decide to move ahead, what kind of punishment will she get?"

He cleared his throat, trying to bite his tongue. "Anywhere from community service to a year in the detention center, ma'am."

"Thank you. You can take her now, I need time to think," she informed him politely.

When the patrol car drove away, Leata stayed put to talk to Nadine. She knew that the teenagers shouldn't be sneaking out but Nadine was pushing it.

"I know that you're not fond of their friendship and I know that what they did was wrong but locking her up is too far. That girl has never been in trouble," Leata spoke calmly, "You're going to traumatize her if you leave her in there for three days and if you press charges. This is not right, Nadine."

Nadine chuckled, "She wasn't worried about being traumatized when she was laid up all night with your son so I'm not gonna worry about it now."

"Nadine, really? This is a lot even for you."

"Moriah is my child, not yours. You don't get a say in how I raise my kids, Leata."

Moriah's father, Hassan flew in that night and woke up early to get his daughter out of holding. She cried in the backseat the whole way back to the house, going straight to her room when they got back. Hassan argued with his ex-wife after finding out that she was still entertaining the idea of pressing charges. The only way he got her to change her mind was by threatening to take his daughter with him back to Georgia. He stuck around for two weeks as support for his daughter, having a few conversations with Leata and Zilla while he was there against Nadine's wishes.

After ending the call with Moriah, Nadine facetimed her ex-husband to fill him in on the conversation. Her blood was boiling from the things Zilla had said to her. When he answered, she could tell that she had interrupted him working but she didn't care.

"What's goin on, Nadine? Everything alright?" He asked looking at his computer screen.

"It would be nice to have your attention while I speak, Hassan."

With a shake of his head, Hassan did a few more things on his computer then turned to look at his ex-wife's face on his phone. "You've got my attention. What's up?"

"Your daughter's boyfriend is what's up," she says with an eye roll, "She finally calls after three months and he interrupts our conversation to tell me about them gettin busy. The nerve of that boy."

He chuckled at the sour face expression she had. "He just said that out of the blue or were you bothering Moriah?"

"You think you know everything. All I did was ask her how the sofa was working out for them."

"And I'm assuming before that you had something smart to say about him or their relationship."

"I … that's not the point," she said pointedly. "That boy told me he understood the assignment from me giving them condoms and a sofa."

"Both of which you gave them to be a smartass, Didi. They would've had a much smaller sofa if I let you pick it." He shook his head letting a soft chuckle pass his lips. "He's not gonna let you keep poking at them or Moriah, I keep telling you that."

She scoffed, "He needs to respect his elders. That boy is disrespectful."

"Respect is given, Didi. You haven't given him a reason to respect you, especially with the way you've been disrespecting him and his mama for years. He's bit his tongue because he loves Moriah but she's also gonna be the reason he stops biting his tongue."

When the call went silent, Hassan turned back to his computer to computer his work while he waited for her next thought to come through. He had been trying to explain to Nadine that trying to keep the young couple apart or drive a wedge in between them was going to backfire on her for years but he knew his ex-wife didn't understand that. Not yet at least.

"You need to go down there and check that apartment out, Hassan. Check on our baby."

He laughed, "What do you think he's doing to her? You know our child, if he wasn't doing right and if the apartment wasn't up to par … she would not be there."

"Will you just please go? It'll make me feel better."

"Or you could go yourself, Didi."

"Hassan, please."

Glancing at the screen, he sighed seeing her slight pout that reminded him of their daughter.

"I'll see what I can do but I'm not getting in their business."

She smiled widely. "Thank you. I owe you."

When the couple got to Pensacola, Zilla drove them to his cousin's house where they would be staying for the weekend. Jon and Trinity invited them to get them out and around family for a little while. Moriah had met them a few times before, they made her feel apart of the family just like the rest of his family had.

"How you like that hospital, sis?" Trinity asked as she braided Moriah's hair in the living room.

"It's cool so far, most of my coworkers are nice." Moriah responded excitedly. "I didn't really think I would like the emergency department but it's growing on me."

"Where did you wanna be?"

"Pediatrics or Labor and Delivery," she shrugged, "I'll get there eventually though."

Trinity hummed out a response finishing a braid. "How have you and Zilla been? I know yall get lonely by yourselves."

"Not lonely but it's definitely different not having his mom around. I didn't realize how much the both of us spent with her," she chuckled. "Our first like week or two, we couldn't sleep without talking to her. It was crazy."

Trinity laughed, touching Moriah's shoulder. "I can't even judge yall, I would be the same way. How's he liking it so far?"

"He likes it a lot and he made a friend but I can tell he gets sad sometimes."

"Cause of his dad?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he wants to share it with him and train to him but can't and that upsets him."

"He talk to you about it?"

"Not in detail. He told me what I just told you and that was the end of it. He's not great with that kind of emotion."

Hearing their other halves voices, both of them stopped talking and waited. Jon went to mess with Moriah's hair and she slapped his hands away playfully.

"You just like Zay," she laughed, "Annoying as hell. Move."

He put a hand to his chest acting as if he was offended. "I invite you to my house and you treat me that way. You sleeping on the patio, Zilla can sleep inside."

Zilla started to laugh until he made eye contact with his girlfriend.

"That's funny, Fatu?"

Zilla tried to stop laughing. "I mean."

Trinity laughed, "Think carefully about your answer."

"You gon let Jon put me outside?"

"Aye, uce, don't let them punk you like that," Jon joked hitting Zilla's chest, "I got yo back."

"Don't get yourself in trouble, Jon." Trinity added.

Jon sucked his teeth playfully nudging his cousin. "Man, come on. Tryna get us in trouble. We'll be back, goin to the store."

Later that night, the couple cuddle in bed in their guest room after the long day. Zilla and Jon cooked on the grill for everybody then they ended the night with a couple of movies.

"You tired?" He asked softly.

"No but I'm not having sex with you in your cousin's house," she chuckled.

He kissed her face then her neck. "I wasn't even finna say that but if I was, you act like we ain't did that in both our people houses before."

"Nobody asked you to bring that to. What you want though?"

"Just wanted to talk, if that's cool with you, fun police."

She laughed pinching his arm. "I am not. Talking is fine though, I'm listening, babe."

"I know I fucked up the plan you had for us gettin put away for all that time and I'm sorry for that," he paused to kiss the side of her face, "Ima make it up to you. Ima take us around the world, put you in a big ass house just like this and get you a nice ass car."

She smiled a little. "I don't need all that."

"I know but you deserve it though. Ima put a rock on your finger too. And you know what's gon happen after that?"

"Tell me."

He moved his hand to her stomach, rubbing it. "We gon have lil Zillas. I was think bout 4 or 5 should be enough."

She laughed softly putting her hand on top of his. "Who is about to push 5 babies out? I think we need to discuss that a little more."

"You gon push em out and ima be right there with you for all of it. Where you wanna live at? Texas? Here?"

She hummed thinking it over, "Uuh unless your mom is gonna stay near us wherever we go then we'll be in Texas."

"Cool with me," he responded going back to kissing her neck, "Zilla gon spend the rest of my life takin care of ya hard headed ass. Zilla got you forever. Aight?"

"I know, babe."

He pulled her closer, holding her tighter. "Just bare wit me, Fat. Ion know the right answers all the time but ima try."

"As long as your trying, that's all I care about, Zay."

Down the hall, the older couple was still getting ready for bed and engaged in conversation. There was more to their invitation than they told the young couple.

"She mention her mama to you, Trin?"

Trinity shook her head trying to tie her scarf around her head. "Nope. We talked about everything except her mom."

"Mmm," he hummed going to finish brushing his teeth, "Zilla definitely had something to say about her. And I'm sorry but he better than me, I would've been cussed her ass out."

She fixed her scarf then turned to her husband, "That bad? What he say about her?"

"Just that she always got some smart shit to say about him and they relationship and that she pick at Moriah, tryna make her feel bad."

"I'm not accusing him of anything but did he cheat on her something? Why doesn't she like him?" Trinity asked going to their closet for her pajamas. "As long as it's been and she still don't like him. It's gotta be something."

"That's just it, he ain't did no shit like that to her. They ain't get together to after he got out."

She hummed. "Maybe it's the prison thing."

"Nope," he shook his head, "She ain't like him way before that. When they was teenagers, she was about to send that girl to the detention center just to keep them apart."

After a few moments, Trinity emerged from the closet with a frown on her face. Jon explained the whole situation to her, making sure not to miss a detail.

"That was a bit much. I get it she snuck out but to go that far is crazy."

"Exactly," Jon exclaimed, "Uce think it's something to do with her dad and their divorce."

Trinity stared at her husband for a moment before it clicked. "You want me to ask her about their divorce?"

"Yeah, see what happened. It could help."

"I'll ask but after I do the most important thing. She needs to put her foot down with her mom and put down some boundaries."

He nodded going over to his side of the bed. "Cause she him ruin their relationship and ion wanna see that. I like her and Uce together, they cute."

"And they really love each other. You can tell."

He pulled the covers down on his wife's side so she could get into bed. "So the plan for tomorrow is to get her to talk about her mama and ima get his ass to open up a lil more about his feelings. Deal?"

#AAO #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 3)

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The ride to Chancelor was a long one. It was around seven o'clock when we pulled into the station in our new home town. As soon as we got off the train, Dad's face lit up like a little kid during the Year's End Festival looking at all of the springtime decorations. He had something to say about nearly every street we went down, as well as every store and restaurant we passed. He pointed out a little bakery not far from the new apartment and suggested we check it out despite the fact that we still had our carry-ons with us.

After our aimless sightseeing was done—and by that, I mean after we managed to figure out where we were after getting lost, we finally arrived at our new apartment. We were greeted by faded blue walls, creaky floorboards, and artificial windows that wouldn't turn on. As expected, the place was barren of any furniture, so we had a rough night sleeping on the floor.

But, I'd rather be sleeping on any cold, hard floor now than moving these boxes in from the perthean lobby.

I try not to gaze upward at a ceiling that feels miles away as I go fetch more boxes to bring up to the apartment. I try not to look around me at all the furniture throughout the room that towers over me. I try to ignore the distant chatter of some pertheans having a business meeting with some humans on the other side of the room. I should feel safe at this distance, but the knowledge that one of those pertheans could come over and grab me if they wanted to lingers in the back of my mind as I walk through the lobby. A walk that would take minutes for me would be mere seconds to them. It would be nothing.

I heave one box atop some others and wheeze as I struggle to lift the whole stack up at once.

"Not so many at once, honey!" Dad says, approaching from behind. "Here, let me take this big one from the bottom."

I lift the two lighter boxes off of the bigger box so Dad can take it, and follow him up the stairs to the balcony. I keep my distance, though, lest he try to rope me into any more conversations with the perthean receptionist.

"She's almost done with high school," Dad says when he reaches the balcony.

Great. He's talking about me again. I speed up and head for the door to the human lobby as quickly as I can.

"This year will be stage 4d, her last year," he says.

"Senior year!" the receptionist exclaims gleefully. "Do you have any plans for university?"

I stop dead in my tracks. She must be talking to me.

"N-no, not yet. I'm still deciding on a career," I say. "Excuse me, I'm gonna set these boxes down."

I tighten my grip on the box in my hands and turn to enter the human lobby, a quivering breath escaping me. I don't understand why the movers couldn't have just delivered our storage container back to the undercity so we could unload through the human lobby.

"Sorry," Dad says from behind me. "She's a little shy."

I board the reserved elevator and hit '8' on the wall with my elbow. The button gives off a dull glow as a chime plays overhead and the doors begin to close.

"Wait! Hold the door!" Dad exclaims, running up to the elevator.

I'm surprised he actually wrapped up his chat with the receptionist that quickly. When Dad starts a conversation, it can be hard for him to stop. I'm just glad we're making progress with these boxes at all.

I hold the door open with my foot, and Dad joins me inside the elevator with the box he was carrying. I remove my foot from the door, and it glides shut, leaving us alone inside.

"Kaylin," Dad says. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

Oh, boy. Here it comes.

Dad lets out a cough before continuing, "I know you've been having a hard time managing your fear lately with how much we've been above ground. I know it isn't easy for you being around pertheans, but I want to make sure you know that having a fear of pertheans is not an excuse to be rude to them," he says.

I immediately regret holding the door.

"I'm not trying to be rude," I say, adjusting my grip on the boxes in my hands. "I'm just trying to get away."

"That's exactly what I mean," Dad says. "I think you owe it to them to at least try to have a decent conversation every once in a while."

"Owe it to them? Because I have a fear?" I ask. "So having a fear is wrong?"

"That's not what I mean. It's just that..." Dad sighs, shifting in place. "They deserve to be treated just like you'd treat anyone else, no matter how tall they are to us."

"But what if a perthean finds out I have a fear? What if they hold that against me? What if--"

"I think most would respect you for pushing past it," Dad interrupts.

"I want to push past it," I say, searching for the words to use. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to do that. It's so hard when all I think about is--"

"Then don't think about that," Dad interrupts again. "Like you said before, it's best not to go back there."

The elevator plays another one of its soft chimes, and the doors open for us. We step out, carrying our boxes down the hall to the apartment.

"Think on something positive. Don't you have any good memories with at least one perthean?" Dad asks.

I think for a moment. "Well, I guess Ms. Sena was nice."

"Your stage two teacher? That's a good start."

"But stage two was when..." I trail off, stopping in the middle of the hall. I look down at the boxes in my hands as my mind threatens to take me to a place I don't want to return to.

"Kaylin," Dad says, turning around.

I look up at him. "Yes?"

"This world is full of things dangerous to humans. As long as we choose to live on Perthea, we accept that risk. What matters is how we choose to respond to that risk, and frankly," he says, "I believe we're too small to be afraid."

I don't want to argue, but I can't help but wonder what that's supposed to mean as I follow Dad into the apartment.

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After our quick trip to Paris, it’s time to start packing all our belongings and move to our own house. Together. It still doesn’t feel real.

“You own so much rubbish” Aaron says. He and Leah have come to help me with everything, but mostly, to help me decided what to keep, what to donate, and what to throw away.

“I’m just sentimental and like to keep things just in case” I shrug.

“You, my dear, have a problem” he says. “Where should we start?”

“The books are all already packed, so you can start with all the other bits and bobs from the living room, like the trophies and photos. Leah will help me with the clothes.”

“I can also help with the clothes.”

“And you will, but carrying the boxes. What I need now is fashion advice, and I don’t think getting it from someone who wears bucket hats is the best idea.”

“Hey, they are trendy, everyone wears them! Even Ben!”

“They are ugly, Aaron. I’m sorry. Not even Ben can pull them off.”

“Not even… what?” he says, starting to get mad. “Leah, say something!”

“I… I think they aren’t that bad” she shrugs.

“See? She, your fashionable friend, likes them too.”

“I think I should have called Mason to help me with my clothes.”

At that, we all start laughing. Because after almost three years of dating, I still haven’t managed to convince Mason that most of his clothes are ugly and that he would look much better if he took inspiration from the style others have, like Kevin Trapp for example. But he is a stubborn one, and only lets me buy him a few things from time to time. Things that end up being his favorites I may add. My only consolation is that I’ve won the hair war, and the stupid hairstyles are over.

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“Wait, wait, wait” Mason says, stopping me from opening the door.

“What? What happened?”

“There is something I want to do before we go in.”

“Why do I feel like I will regret it?”

“You won’t, I promise. Just unlock the door, but don’t open it.”

“Ok” I say, doing as he says. “Now what?”

“Now this” he says, lifting me in the air.

“Are you seriously gonna carry me inside the house?” I laugh.

“I am. Isn’t that what people do when they move into their own houses for the first time?”

“I’ve only seen it on movies.”

“That’s enough” he says, opening the door with his foot. “Welcome home, love.”

“Welcome home” I say, kissing his cheek.

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“Mase, I don’t think it is a good idea to throw a party right now. We just got kicked out from the Champions League, and things on the league are a bit better but still not good.”

“This isn’t a party. It’s just a gathering with some of our closest friends and their partners to celebrate the new house. Nothing else.”

“But still…”

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see” he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. “Dec and Aaron are coming, which means that we will definitely have a laugh. And, Chilly is finally introducing you to his girlfriend. You know he’s been looking forward to it for a while, don’t let him down.”

“I know, but…”

“But nothing. You need to stop worrying for a bit, and this is perfect for it. C’mon, love” he pouts.

“That’s cheating. You know I can’t say no when you do that face.”

“Sorry not sorry” he shrugs. “Are we having this party, then?”

“Gathering, Mason. It is a gathering.”

“Are we have this gathering?” he says, trying not to laugh.

“We are.”

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As planned, our closest friends come to visit the new house, getting a tour of every room.

“Have you baptized them all yet?”

“Aaron!” Georgina, his girlfriend, and I, say at the same time.

“What? Isn’t that what you do when you first move in with your partner?”

“Ignore him” Georgina says. “This place is amazing, I love everything.”

“Thank you” I say.

“But you know what I mean, don’t you Mason?” I hear Aaron whisper to him.

“I do” he whispers back. “We are almost done.”

“I’ve heard you, Mason Tony Mount” I say, giving him one of Leah’s murderous looks.

“Love you too, gorgeous” he says with a big smile.

Once everyone else has arrived, we meet in the living room, where we’ve set a table with food and drinks.

“So, what do you think?” Chilly asks me while everyone else is chatting between them. “Do you like her?”

“She’s lovely, Ben. And you look so happy together… I’m a bit jealous of the way you look at her, to be honest. You never looked at me like that.”

“And you never looked at me the way you look at Mason, so."

“Fair” I chuckle.

“Ok, people. Why don’t we play some games?” Leah says. “Maybe spin the bottle?”

“Leah, we are not twelve” Declan says.

“Scared of having to kiss your best friend, Rice?” she asks him, arching a brow.

“Whatever” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“What about truth or dare? Is that mature enough for you?”

“That could be fun” Mason says. “Who wants to start?”

“I will!” Leah says, raising her hand. “Declan, truth or dare?”

“Seriously, Williamson?”

“Yes, Rice. Pick. Truth or dare?”

“Dare” he sighs.

“I dare you to kiss Mason. On the lips. And for five seconds.”

“Really? Is this some fantasy of yours or something?”

“C’mon, Dec. I promise I won’t get jealous” I say, teasing him.

“No wonder you two are best friends” he says, getting up from the couch and moving to where Mason is.

“Come here, Deccy bear” Mason says, grabbing his best friends’ face and kissing him, everyone in the room cheering while counting to five.

“Now it’s my turn” Declan says, his face completely red. “Aaron, truth or dare?”

“Dare” he says with one of his smiles.

“I dare you to kiss White.”

“Ok” he shrugs. Neither he or Ben seem to be too bothered about it.

After another round of cheers, it’s time for Aaron to pick someone.

“Benjamin, truth or dare?” he asks to his teammate.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever thought about making out with anyone on this room? If so, who?”

“I have. With our gunner girls.”

“Oh, wow” I say, blushing.

“But at the same time with both of us?” Leah asks.

“If you are into that…” he shrugs, looking at Leah and I.

“Ok, let’s keep playing” Mason says, visibly uncomfortable. “Benjamin, it’s your turn.”

“Truth or dare” he says, looking at me.

“Truth.”

“What’s your footballers body count?”

“I’m sorry?” I ask.

“How many football players have you been with? I know about three.”

“Three?” Declan says, his eyes wide open. “What did I miss?”

“Hey, don’t look at me” Leah says. “It was another Arsenal blonde.”

“No!” Declan says, looking at Aaron.

“We were kids, ok? We just wanted to get over the first time thing with someone we trusted. It isn’t a big deal.”

“Isn’t it?” Declan says, looking at Mason and Georgina. Their only answer is a shrug, both of them already knowing about it.

“They also had a pact to get married if they were single when they turned 40” Benjamin adds.

“That’s cute” Chilly says.

“And now you are sharing a room with three guys you’ve slept with. Isn’t that awkward?” Declan asks me.

“Nope. And it is four, actually” I whisper.

“Four?” Mason says, turning to look at me. “Who is the fourth?”

“I’ll tell you later in private.”

“Do you know who he is?” Mason asks Leah.

“I do. Sadly.”

“Sadly? What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you later” I repeat, already dreading the moment.

“Aaron?” he asks him.

“Do as she says. Discuss it in private” he replies, focused on his hands.

“Unbelievable. So everyone knows but me. Your boyfriend” Mason says, getting up and leaving the room.

“Mason, wait” I say, following him. Behind me, I can hear Leah telling Benjamin off.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me. I thought we had told each other everything about our past relationships!” Mason says when he hears me walking behind him and into our room.

“It wasn’t a relationship, it was just a one night stand. It meant nothing.”

“But it was with another football player, someone I probably know and may even share the same changing room with. What if one day I meet with him and he mentions it? I would look like an idiot.”

“He would never tell you about it, he isn’t like that.”

“Who is he?” he asks, finally turning to look at me.

“Mason…”

“Who is he. You know everything about my relationships, I deserve to know. Even if it meant nothing like you say.”

“Eric” I say, not being able to look him in the face.

“Which Eric? Dier?”

I just nod, my gaze still focused on the floor.

“Eric Dier” he chuckles. “That’s why Leah said sadly, right? Because you, an Arsenal girl, fucked a Tottenham player.”

“I did, yes. But I already told you, it just happened once.”

“That bad it was?”

“Oh, c’mon Mason. Don’t be a child” I say, finally looking at him.

“A child?” he scoffs, starting to pace around the room.

“Mason, say something. Please” I beg him after a while. He’s been silent for what feels like an eternity, still walking around the room.

“We have guests downstairs. We shouldn’t make them wait” he says, finally speaking.

“Mason…” I say. But he just ignores me, walking past me and leaving the room.

I knew not telling him about what happened with Eric will come back and bite me in the ass. I just knew it. I’m such an idiot.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 86)

Summary: Travelling back in time forces both Steve and Thor to face their pasts

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Canon Typical Violence! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 86: The Time Heist

Steve was awake much earlier than he needed to be, he knew he should try and get more sleep so he was more rested but he had far too much anxious energy. Climbing out of bed he started getting ready for the day, ignoring the huff of annoyance he got from Scout who had been woken up by Steve.

Once he was showered and dressed in his grey henley he crept into JJ’s room. The 6-year-old was still fast asleep, as silently as he could Steve sat on the edge of his bed, his hand running over his light blond locks smiling gently when JJ murmured in his sleep.

“I’ll see you soon bean” Steve whispered leaning down to kiss the top of JJ’s head.

Once he was downstairs he fill Scout’s bowl of food ready for whenever the pup decided to come downstairs, made himself some breakfast and prepared JJ’s rucksack and lunchbox for school. He was just sipping on a cup of coffee when Roberta walked in through the back door looking tired.

“there’s a pot of coffee ready for you,” Steve tells her nodding to the pot.

“Thanks, I don’t get how you can be so awake this early, the sun hasn’t even risen” She mutters as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

Steve shrugs “just raring to go I guess” he offers, a small smile appearing on Roberta’s face.

“today’s the day… the time heist” she sighs eyebrows raised as she takes a large gulp of her coffee.

“yup” Steve nods.

“well I wish you luck, just don’t go placing any bets on sports teams” Roberta smirks making Steve laugh.

“That’s not how time travel works” he chuckles.

“eh it was worth a shot” she shrugs “is JJ still asleep?”

“yeah he won’t be up for another hour or so, his lunchbox is all ready to go so he’ll just need his breakfast and someone to make sure he puts his shirt on the right way around,” Steve says “thanks for agreeing to take him to school again and getting up so early, Tony wants to try and get this all done in a day so we thought starting the mission in the early morning would give enough time to finish the gauntlet and snap our fingers by the end of the day” he explains.

“no it's okay I get it, and I love spending time with JJ, he’s a good kid” Roberta smiles “and the sooner he gets his mom back the better”

“thanks Roberta” Steve smiles “I owe you so much,” he says shaking his head.

“no you don’t,” Roberta tells him “the world owes you, and I’m just repaying the favour” she shrugs with a smile.

“I’m still gonna thank you anyway” Steve smirks making Roberta laugh.

“you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t, now go on, I know you’re dying to get going” Roberta smiles as she ushers him to the door.

“thank you, I’ll see you later, I’ll text when I’m on my way back so you have a bit of a heads up” Steve smiles as he opens the front door.

“thank you, now go,” Roberta says practically shoving him out the door.

When Steve got to the compound the sun was only just beginning to rise. Everyone had already gathered in the conference room, the air in the room palpable. Everyone was anxious to get going but also nervous, the weight of what this mission meant weighing heavy on their shoulders.

“right, here’s everyone's devices,” Tony says as he passes out the supply of nanotech quantum realm suits “you wear them kinda like a watch, but instead of telling the time, it’s to navigate time”

“How does the suit element work?” Clint asks as he slips his device on.

“it's nanotech so it just kinda responds” Tony explains shrugging his shoulders.

“so I just think it and it appears?” Clint questions frowning down at the device.

“more or less” Tony shrugs.

Once they all had their devices everyone broke off into their individual teams to run over the plan one final time.

“All right, we have a plan: six stones, three teams, one shot” Steve states walking closer to the hologram that showed all the stones “everybody get what you need and suit up, meet in the hanger in five”

Everyone nods in agreement, breaking off to go grab their suits. Steve made his way into the lab to grab the now very old suit that he wore from the battle of New York. Picking it up he took a deep breath as he thought back to that time, the way his life changed from the moment he first set his eyes on you. In a way he guess it was apt that to bring you back he was going back to the time when he first met you.

Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans he pulled out the folded photo he used to keep of you in his suit. The one of you and JJ from a couple of days after he was born, this mission was for you and he needed you as close to him as possible. So he slid the photo into one of the pockets on his belt where he knew it would be safe.

Once he was ready he grabbed his shield and made his way to go meet up with everyone else. As soon as everyone was gathered they made their way over to the time machine.

“any last words of encouragement cap?” Tony asks glancing over at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath before nodding “Five years ago we lost, all of us, we lost friends, we lost family” Steve says glancing over at Thor “we lost a part of ourselves” he adds clearing his throat as he looks down “Today we have a chance to take it all back, you know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. one round trip each” Steve reminds everyone “no mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know that doesn’t mean we should know what to expect, be careful, look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives… and we’re gonna win” Steve continues glancing over at Tony who was smirking back “whatever it takes… good luck” Steve sighs before stepping back.

“he’s pretty good at that” Rocket mutters looking up at Scott.

“right!” Scott exclaims shaking his head.

“all right! You heard the man, stroke those keys jolly green” Tony calls out to Bruce.

“trackers engaged” Bruce called back.

“you ready?” Nat asks looking over at Steve.

“never been more ready in my life,” Steve says with a small smile.

“let’s get your wife back” She grins back at him “see ya in a minute”.

Steve nods smiling to himself as he looks down as the machine whirs to life, Steve activates his helmet along with the others before suddenly he gets shrunken down and disappears into the machine along with everyone else.

After a short burst of colour, Steve, Bruce, Tony and Scott all landed in a back alley just a short distance away from the tower. Recalling back his suit so his old Captain America suit was on show he glanced up spotting one of the leviathans flying up above. They all knew from experience how dangerous this time was, well with the exception of maybe Scott, so Steve was anxious to get in and out as soon as possible.

“All right we have our assignments,” he says taking a few steps so he could glance out onto the main street “two stones uptown, one stone down, stay low keep an eye on the clock” he continues turning back to face the rest of them.

Just at that moment the 2012 Hulk roared as he crashed by making everyone flinch, it had been a long time since they heard that sort of thing. They watched as the Hulk used a car to smash an alien into the ground, jumping on it for good measure.

Steve looks back at Bruce to see the embarrassed look on his face “maybe smash a few things along the way” Steve suggests with a small shrug.

Bruce sighs ripping off his vest “I think it’s gratuitous but whatever” walking onto the street Steve watches as he softly roars and weakly pounds his fist into a cab.

Steve grimaces slightly at the attempt but doesn’t say anything, turning back to the others “c’mon we should be able to get to the tower just as the battle finishes” he says nodding to the tower.

A short while later Steve had snuck his way into the Stark towers, making his way up towards the elevator “Better hustle cap, things look like they’re just about wrapping up here” Tony warns him.

“got it, I’m approaching the elevator now” Steve responds, glancing around as he pressed the button and steps inside the elevator.

Steve hears Tony scoff into the comms “Mr Rogers, I almost forgot that that suit did nothing for your ass”

Steve sighs “no one asked you to look Tony”, he glances into the mirror in the elevator turning slightly so he could subtly check himself out, frowning as he wondered whether you felt the same all those years ago.

“as far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s ass,” Scott says into the comms making Steve freeze.

He almost responded in a panic, asking where Scott had heard that from, worried that maybe you’d accidentally spilt the secret while they were on the run. Steve stopped himself though, this kind of comment was very much like Scott and the chance of you telling him was also pretty low. The last thing Steve needed was to accidentally cause more teasing by accidentally admitting the secret himself.

Steve took a centring breath before stepping out of the elevator a few floors down from everyone else, making his way to the elevator nearby where the STRIKE team were making their way down in.

“all right cap, I’ve got our sceptre in the elevator, just passing the 80th floor” Tony informs him as he reached the elevator he needed.

“on it” Steve responds hitting the button before glancing around “Head to the lobby”

Steve prepared himself as the door opened to a familiar sight, Steve almost laughed at the irony. All the STRIKE team instantly made eye contact with him, but he kept his cool stepping into the elevator, hitting a button for a few floors down.

“Captain we thought you were co-ordinating search and rescue,” Sitwall says swallowing nervously.

“change of plans,” Steve says as he steps closer into the middle of the elevator.

“hey Cap,” Rumlow says his voice a little strained.

“Rumlow” Steve mutters working hard to school his expression after everything Rumlow had put them through.

The tension in the elevator was palpable, just like it was all those years ago before SHIELD fell, right down to the STRIKE agents resting their hands on their guns in anticipation.

“I just got a call from the secretary, I’m gonna be running point on the sceptre” Steve announces.

Sitwell frowns turning around to face him “Sir? I don’t understand”

Steve glances around noting how every agent had his eyes set solely on him, itching to move as soon as Steve made a wrong move “we got word there may be an attempt to steal it” Steve reasons.

“sorry cap, we can’t give you the sceptre” Rumlow states, his tone hard.

“I’m gonna have to call the director,” Sitwell says reaching into his jacket.

It was looking less and less likely that Steve was gonna get out of this without a fight, and he really needed to avoid a fight. He only had one last card to play, one he knew he wouldn’t like but he had no option, so he sent a silent prayer to wherever you were that you wouldn’t hate him for it.

“That's okay, trust me” Steve nods, Sitwell frowns slightly so Steve leans in to whisper in his ear “Hail Hydra”

Steve watches as Sitwell’s eyes widen in shock, blinking a couple of times as he glances around at the rest of the agents “give him the sceptre” Sitwell coughs out.

Rumlow scowls slightly but hands over the case containing the sceptre to Steve. The elevator doors open at that exact moment and Steve walks out smirking to himself victoriously.

As Steve was making his way through the tower back to the back elevator he used earlier he heard alarms ringing and he knew this wasn’t from 2012.

“Tony what’s going on?” Steve asked trying not to panic “tell me you found that cube”

He glances around as he walks onto the glass bridge he crossed earlier, stopping short when he saw someone already standing on the bridge “oh you got to be shitting me” Steve muttered to himself as he looked back at his 2012 self.

“I have eyes on Loki, 14th floor,” his 2012 self said into the comms.

Steve sighs hoping whatever had happened down in the lobby hadn’t jeopardised the mission “I’m not Loki,” Steve says carefully, putting the case down slowly “and I don’t wanna hurt you”

His negotiation didn’t work though as his 2012 self surged forward to attack, Steve raised his shield just in time to block the blow, the two shields clashing together and ringing out across the tower. Steve works to block every blow sent his way, the two versions of himself evenly matched. While Steve’s fight style had evolved over the years he was also much older and not as nippy as his younger self. Meaning it wasn’t long until his 2012 self landed a kick to his gut sending him flying back, Steve landing with a loud grunt.

“I can do this all day,” his 2012 self says.

Steve pushes himself up groaning in annoyance when he heard his phrase thrown back at him. Hearing it himself he wasn’t surprised the others found it annoying “yeah I know” Steve sighs “I know”

Steve throws his shield, but so does his 2012 self meaning they met in the middle and rebounded off the side of the bridge. Steve went hand to hand with himself, trying to gain the upper hand, the side of the bridge smashing and the sceptre falling to the floors below in the scuffle.

Steve managed to trip his 2012 self up, but his footing slipped on the broken glass causing the both of them to fall multiple stories, smashing through glass and hitting staircases as they fell. The both of them collapsed on the bottom floor, groaning in pain.

Steve takes a couple of seconds to breathe through the pain before pushing himself up to his feet, still heavily panting. As he does so he notices his 2012 self holding something, he blinks a couple of times his eyes focusing and realises it was a photo. He quickly looks down at his belt to see the pocket he kept the photo of you and JJ was wide open.

He watches as his 2012 self stares down at the photo, confusion crossing his face as he recognised you in the photo “where did you get this? What is this?” he demands holding the photo up.

Steve takes a moment to try and work out what to say, realising there was nothing he could say that could explain this. Instead, he makes a grab for the sceptre on the floor, but his 2012 self is faster, stepping on the sceptre to stop him, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and choking him.

The both of them fall to the floor, grappling as Steve tries to free himself or reach for the sceptre but it was no use. his 2012 self had pinned him so once again Steve used a card that he really didn’t want to “Bucky is alive” he chokes out.

His 2012 self suddenly let go in shock allowing Steve to gulp in some air, coughing a couple of times before quickly punching his 2012 self in the face, grabbing the sceptre and using it to knock him out.

Steve lets out a sigh of relief as he grabs the photo back and tucks it away safely. Standing back up he glances down at his 2012 self, his eyes falling on his ass, finally seeing what you had seen for all these years “yeah that is America’s ass” he smiles to himself.

He glances around before making his way back to a stairwell or elevator he could use to go down the last few floors and escape before someone found his unconscious 2012 self. He had only made it into a corridor when he rounded a corner and froze.

“Steve there you are! Did you find Loki?” you gasped running over to him.

Steve’s heart stopped as he lay eyes on you for the first time in 5 years. He nearly broke down on the spot but he just managed to stop himself. Instead, he surged forward his hands moving to cup your cheeks making your 2012 self look up at him with wide eyes.

“you’re here…” Steve muttered under his breath.

You frown up at him in concern “of course I am, are you okay Steve you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Steve lets out a watery chuckle nodding his head as he pulled you in for a tight hug “I guess you could say that”

“Steve you’re starting to really worry me,” you say pushing back enough to look up at him, your eyes searching his.

“I’m fine, just a bit of a tussle to get this back,” he says taking a few steps back, reminding himself that at this point in history the pair of you barely knew each other.

“thank the heavens, I dread to think the chaos that would be caused if that fell into the wrong hands” you sigh in relief a smile on your face.

“Exactly, I’m um going to go secure it, Loki’s been taken care of so um why don’t I meet you and the others in the lobby?” Steve suggests.

“Sure I shall see you down there, we’re all gonna grab some shawarma” you nod, smile on your face.

Steve watches as you turn and start heading off in the wrong direction and suddenly he wasn’t okay with you disappearing again so soon. He needed to do something.

“hey Y/N” he calls out grabbing your attention.

“yes?” you hum turning back around.

“I um- despite all this” Steve starts gesturing to his body “I’m still just a skinny kid from Brooklyn that is terrible with the ladies so um after shawarma I think it might be a good idea if maybe you ask me if I want to grab coffee sometime?”

Steve watches as you tilt your head slightly, walking a few paces closer, a smile growing on your face “Captain, are you asking me to ask you out on a date?” you smirk.

Steve smiles down at you shrugging his shoulders innocently “you’re the one asking, not me, I don’t think I’d have the guts”

You laugh gently nodding your head “okay, well it seems as if I’ll be asking you a question later then Steve” you smile.

“I look forward to it” Steve nods smiling down at you “now go on, I’ll be down in a few”

You nod turning back around, Steve watched you with a smile on his face. he knew what he just did wouldn’t change his own past, but maybe he could give this version of himself just some more time with you.

Steve made his way out of the tower as quickly and as quietly as he could, he couldn’t afford another run-in. Once back onto the streets of New York, he climbed a nearby fire escape deciding to make his way back to the rendezvous point using fire escapes and roofs so he could keep a low profile.

Once he reached the back alley he wanted he jumped down onto the street “cap” he heard Tony call out behind him.

Steve turns spotting Tony and Scott sitting in a damaged car, both with despondent looks on their faces. Steve desperately was hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was, but Tony then confirmed it.

“Sorry Buddy we got a problem,” Tony says barely able to look Steve in the eye.

Scott scoffed from the backseat of the car “yeah we do”

“do you wanna tell him or shall I?” Tony snaps looking over his shoulder at Scott.

“Tell me what?” Steve demands, holding onto the shred of hope he still had.

“you can tell him” Scott mutters, looking sheepishly over at Steve.

“we may or may not have lost the tesseract” Tony admits fiddling with his fingers, unable to look at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to remain calm, a task becoming increasingly difficult “where is it? can we go get it?”

“we don’t know, I had the case in my hands and was making my way to the stairwell but I forgot we made the hulk take the stairs… he knocked me down and the case went flying, the tesseract practically landing in Loki’s feet, so he took it a teleported out of there” Tony explains.

Steve nods turning away as he pinches the bridge of his nose. They were so close, so close to getting everyone back, to getting you back and the chance was gone. Steve took a deep breath trying to get control of his emotions, he’d lost his chance to ever see you again a fact that he hated with all his being, especially after just seeing you. Anger bubbled up inside him and he needed a release and quick, his sights landed on an innocent trash can which he quickly kicks sending it flying down the alley.

“Fuck!” Steve growls in anger, he turns to start pacing but stops when he sees the shocked expressions of both Tony and Scott, their jaws practically on the floor.

“did the Captain America just say the f-word?” Scott mutters in disbelief.

“yeah we’re well and truly fucked now” Tony mutters back as Scott climbs out of the car.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Steve demands, hoping that somewhere in his big brain of his Tony had an idea of what to do.

“give me a break Steve, I just got hit in the head with the hulk” Tony sighs rubbing his forehead.

Scott scoffs, having clearly gotten over his shock and was now angry like Steve “you said that we had one shot, this was our shot!” he exclaims back to Tony “we shot it, it’s shot, sic stones or nothing! Six stones or nothing”

Tony rolls his eyes “you’re repeating yourself” he points out “you know that? You’re repeating yourself”

“you’re repeating yourself, you’re repeating yourself” Scott retorts petulantly making Steve feel like he was back at the JJ’s school fair he help out at a few months back.

Steve sighs taking a step away for a moment before he could get any more annoyed, one of them needed to have a clear head.

“are there any other options with the tesseract?” Steve asks with a sigh hoping to get the conversation back on track.

“no, no, no there’s no other options, there’s no do-overs” Scott explains shutting the open back seat door shut “we’re not going anywhere else, we have one particle left each! That’s it all right? We use that bye-bye you’re not going home”

“yeah well if we don’t try!” Steve interrupts, he wasn’t ready to give up just yet, whatever it takes “then no one else is going home either”

“I got it!” Tony announces shooting out of his seat “there’s another way to retake the tesseract and acquire new particles” he says glancing over at Scott before looking back at Steve “a little stroll down memory lane, military installation, garden state”

Steve instantly understands exactly what he meant and he was mentally kicking himself for not thinking of it sooner. They still had some details to iron out, details that Steve didn’t have.

“When were they both there?” he asks.

“they were there at a time… I have a vaguely exact idea” Tony says with a small shrug.

Steve has to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something he’d regret. Vaguely exact was not good enough if they were going to take this risk “how vague?”

“What are you talking about? Where are we going?” Scott questions but Steve and Tony pay him little attention.

“I know for a fact they were there and I know how I know” Tony explains with a look in his eyes pleading with Steve to try it.

“guys what is this? Scott asks as Steve takes a deep breath, this was the best shot they had, the only shot they had.

“looks like we’re improvising” Steve sighs nodding his head in agreement.

“what are we improvising?” Scott asks as Steve walks over towards him.

“Scott get this back to the compound” Steve orders passing him the sceptre.

“suit up,” Tony says as Steve walks back over to him.

Scott continues to ask questions as Tony reads out the coordinates they needed, Steve repeating them back as he inputted them “are you sure?” Steve asks once he put in the last one.

“cap? Captain? Steve?” Scott says finally getting Steve’s attention “sorry, America, Rogers… look if you do this and it doesn’t work you’re not coming back… what about JJ?”

Steve swallows a lump in his throat, he knew the risk he was taking but he had to be confident “I’m doing this for JJ” he responds.

“yeah thanks for the pep talk pissant” Tony states before looking back at Steve “you trust me?”

Steve pauses for a moment but he knew there was only every one answer. Despite everything, every argument they had, Steve knew Tony had his back “I do” he nods.

“your call,” Tony says giving him one last chance to back out.

“here we go” Steve sighs looking down at his device and activating it, once again shrinking down and entering the quantum realm.

Arriving in the Asgard dungeons Thor grabbed his flask and took a couple of swigs. He never thought he’d be back home, yet here he was and just around the corner was his brother.

“Alright, pal, which way?” Rocket says rubbing his hands together.

Thor clears his throat nodding his head “this way rabbit” he says quickly hurrying off, trying to keep a low profile as he ran through the dungeons.

Making their way undetected through the palace they stopped at a column using it for cover as they looked down the corridor to where Jane was standing at the door accepting some clothes.

“These are from the Princess’ wardrobe,” the maid says passing Jane the clothes.

“um, so you have anything with pants?” Jane asks hopefully.

“pants?” the maid says confused.

“nevermind these will be fine thank you” Jane smiles before quickly stepping back inside her room.

“oh, there’s Jane” Thor mutters, not missing the way his heart ached when he saw her.

“all right, here’s the deal tubby,” Rocket says jumping down onto the floor “you’re gonna charm her, and I’m gonna poke her with this thing and extract the reality stone and get gone lickety-split”

Thor looks up from Rocket and back towards the door to Jane’s chambers knowing at this moment he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t face her again, it would hurt too much. If he was going to do this he would need some stronger alcohol. He sniffs back some tears “I’ll be right back, the wine cellar is just down here, my father used to have this huge carrel of Aakonian ale, I’ll see if the scullery has a couple to go cups” Thor says backing off down the corridor.

“Hey! Hey! Aren’t you drunk enough already?” Rocket calls out.

Thor goes to say something but then they hear the sound of a door opening sending them both scrambling for cover. Thor peers around the column he was hiding behind his face falling when he spots you and his mother walking down the opposite corridor with a couple of other ladies. The both of you giving orders to grab certain books from the library.

“who’s the fancy broad with your sister?” Rocket asks.

“that’s my mother… she dies today…” Thor mutters his voice shaking with emotion, the image permanently burnt into his memory, the sounds of your cries echoing in his ears.

“oh.. that is today?” Rocket mutters, his voice much softer than before.

The more Thor recalled that time the harder he found it to breathe. It felt like he had a massive weight on his chest which was suffocating him “I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come, it’s a bad idea” he pants struggling to catch his breath.

“come here” Rocket beckons.

“no, no, no, I think I’m having a panic attack” Thor gasps.

“come here, right here” Rocket repeats gesturing for him to come closer.

“I shouldn’t be here, this is bad” Thor states before Rocket slaps him hard across the face.

“you think you’re the only one who lost people?” Rocket demands “what do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only family I ever had! Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna all gone!” he exclaims before sighing “I get that you miss your mom but she’s gone, really gone and there are plenty of people of are only kind of gone, your sister being one of them, and you can help them… so is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, make schmoopy talk to pretty pants? And when she’d not looking suck the infinity stone and help me get my family back?”

Thor takes a deep breath “okay” he mutters nodding his head.

“Are you crying?” Rocket asks.

“no” Thor lies “…yes… I feel like I’m losing it”

“get it together! You can do this” Rocket encourages him.

Thor takes a couple of deep breaths trying to steady himself “yes I can” he says trying to convince himself.

“good” Rocket nods jumping back down to the floor.

“I can do this, I can do this” Thor mutters to himself but the more he said it the more unconvinced he felt “I can’t do this,” he says quickly turning and running away before Rocket could notice and stop him.

Thor had managed to make his way into the wine cellar, quickly refilling his flask with some ale before making his way back out. he was walking down one corridor when he heard people approaching, ducking behind a column just as his mother, accompanied by you and some maids walked around the column.

He made sure to keep himself hidden as you passed, moving to stay out of view while also trying to catch a glimpse. He heard you whispering something to the ladies and then the sounds of footsteps.

He was just turning away when he came face to face with you “what are you doing?” you frown up at him.

Thor screams in surprise turning to run away but coming face to face with his mother, making him scream in surprise again, scaring his mother “oh god!” Frigga gasps “you’re better off leaving the sneaking to your brother” she chastises.

“no, I wasn’t sneaking, I was just going for a walk” Thor mumbles waving it off.

“what on earth are you wearing?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest, face scrunching in disgust.

“oh I always wear this, it’s one of my favourites” Thor reasons pulling at his clothes as he looked down at them.

Frigga carefully studies him taking a couple of steps closer so she could cup his cheek “what’s wrong with your eye?”

“Oh, my eye,” Thor says moving her hand away “you remember the uh, Battle of Harokin when I got hit in the face with a broadsword?” he says glancing over at you.

“you didn’t get-“ you start before your mother interrupts.

“Y/N dear could you go check on Jane for me?” she asks turning to face you.

You look over at her taken aback “but-“ you go to argue.

“that wasn’t a request,” she says firmly.

You stand up straight giving her a quick nod of the head before glancing over at Thor sceptically “of course mother” you say before turning on your heels and heading back towards the room Jane was in.

Once you were gone, Frigga turned back to Thor with a gentle smile “you’re not the Thor I know at all are you?” she sighs lightly.

Thor forces a smile “Yes I am” he says.

“the future hasn’t been kind to you has it?” she sighs her hand gently running over his shoulder.

“I didn’t say I was from the future” Thor chuckles shaking his head at the idea.

His mother holds up a finger “I was raised by witches boy, I see with more than eyes, you know that” she tells him softly.

Thor was barely unable to hold back his tears as he nods his head quickly “yeah I’m totally from the future” his voice breaking.

Frigga gives him a reassuring smile “yes you are honey”

“I really need to talk to you” Thor mutters through his tears.

“we can talk” she nods pulling him into the hug he had been desperate for for years now “let's go to my chambers”

Thor nods following after his mother, once inside her room they both sat down on the small decorative couch “so tell me what brings you here?” she asks him.

Thor takes a deep and shaky breath as he begins to recount the story of Thanos, how he attacked the Asgardian ship and killed Loki and what happened in Wakanda “Y/N she- she was one of the ones that went… JJ was only one at the time” Thor sniffles.

“who’s JJ?” Frigga asks.

Thor smiles slightly as he glances at his mother “her son, she married Steve Rogers, Captain America… he made her so happy… promised to keep her safe” he mutters his jaw clenching as he looks down at his clenched fists.

“I’m sure he did everything he could” Frigga sighs sadly.

Thor just hums, he knew she was right, and deep down he did regret his behaviour towards Steve following the snap.

“any way we track Thanos to his farm, to try and get the stones back but he’d already destroyed them which is why I’m here in the past to retrieve them… but I was just so angry and lost… so I swung and went for the head… his head was over there… his body over there,” he says before scoffing “I mean what was the point, I was too late… I was just standing there, some idiot with an axe”

“Now you’re no idiot, you’re here aren’t you? seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard” Frigga points out “idiot no, a failure? Absolutely”

Thor frowns taking a swig from his flask “that’s a little big harsh” he mutters.

“do you know what that makes you? just like everyone else” she says rubbing his back soothingly.

“I’m not supposed to be like everyone else am I?” Thor scoffs

“mh, everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be Thor, the measure of a person, of a hero is how well they succeed at being who they are,” she tells him softly.

Thor nods as he lets her words sink in, feeling just like he did when he was a little kid and she picked him up after a fall, safe.

“I really missed you mom” he whispers looking over at her, she gives him a gently smile pulling him closer so their foreheads rest against one another.

“you should get back to your friend so you can go save the world,” she tells him, standing up from her seat.

Thor nods and follows her out of her chambers and back into the corridors of the palace. The two of them pause by a window that looks out over Asgard, Thor looking out at his home trying to commit it to memory knowing he’d never see it again.

“I have one last piece of advice for you Thor” Frigga sighs turning to face him “let go of your anger… I see so much of it in you, don’t let it take you down a dark path like it did your brother. You are hurting but making others feel your pain won’t make yours go away, you are angry at Thanos, not Steve, not yourself, so stop punishing those that don’t deserve it”

Thor gulps back a lump in his throat nodding his head “I know I’m sorry”

Frigga gives him a small smile “I’m not the one you should be apologising to” she reminds him.

Thor takes a deep breath nodding his head as he glanced back out at Asgard “mom I have to tell you something” he starts.

“no son you don’t, you’re here to repair your future, not mine,” she tells him softly, reaching out to take his hand.

“This is about your future” Thor presses.

“it's none of my business” she smiles.

Thor wants to argue more but doesn’t get the chance as Rocket comes bursting around the corner “hi” he pants catching his breath “you must be mom” he says looking up at Frigga before turning to thor “I got the thing, come on we gotta move”

“Oh, I wish we had more time” Thor sighs turning back to Frigga.

“no this was a gift” Frigga smiles taking his hands and squeezing them “now you go and be the man you’re meant to be… and give my grandson and son-in-law a hug for me” she adds with a smirk.

Thor nods feeling himself well up once more “I love you mom”

“I love you” she whispers hugging him tightly “and eat a salad,” she says as he steps back.

Thor nods his head in agreement, hearing Rocket count down beside him as he realises he had one last thing to do.

“no wait!” he shouts stopping rocket before thrusting out his hand, if he could do this he could do what his mother said, he could be better.

“what am I looking at?” Rocket mutters in confusion.

“Sometimes it takes a second,” Frigga says with a small shrug of her shoulders.

Thor peaked open one eye just as he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his fingers, opening his eyes fully when Mjolnir landed in his hand. Thor laughs in disbelief flipping the hammer in his hands “I’m still worthy” he mutters to himself.

“you always will be, now go” Frigga smiles.

Thor smiles nodding his head “goodbye mom” he smiles as the suit activates and he disappears into the quantum realm.

Steve and Tony reappeared out of the quantum realm inside an old abandoned hut inside Camp Leigh. Steve walks straight over to one of the windows slyly glancing outside to confirm they were in the right place.

“this is it, we’re gonna need to change I can’t exactly walk around like this,” Steve says turning back to Tony, gesturing down to his Captain America suit.

“agreed, you stay here while I scout something” Tony nods before slipping out of the hut.

Steve let out a long sigh as he glanced back out of the window, Camp Leigh was very different to what he remembered from back in the 40s. He couldn’t remember it ever being this busy. A feeling of dread settled into his stomach, what if they couldn’t get the tesseract or the pym particles? What if they ended up trapped here? Steve would be an old man by the time he saw JJ again.

“shit…” Steve muttered running his hand down his face.

He startled slightly when Tony walked back into the hut “got myself a nice suit and you a Captain’s uniform, thought it was fitting” Tony smirked before frowning slightly “you alright there cap?”

“yeah,” Steve coughs nodding his head.

Tony raises a brow “I may not know you like Y/N does but even I can tell that’s bullshit, so get whatever it is off your chest because we need your head in the game cap” Tony states crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve huffs quietly before glancing out the window once more “I’m just worried we haven’t thought this through… if this goes wrong Tony we’ll have to wait decades to see anyone we know again” Steve sighs shaking his head.

Tony nods his head gently “I know but I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it would work, you know I’m trying to think more and act less” Steve lets out a small chuckle hearing that “look you’re more likely to get spotted so why don’t you go after the Pym particles and as soon as it goes south you get out of there and back to JJ” Tony suggests.

Steve frowns “but what about you?” he asks.

“Hopefully I’ll be right behind you, I can grab some myself if I need to, and if not I’m sure I can work something out” Tony shrugs.

A small smile tugs at Steve’s lips “thank you Tony”

Tony shrugs casually but Steve could see a hint of a smile on his face “it’s nothing you’ve put up with enough of my crap over the years… just paying you back” he says passing over the uniform.

“Thanks Tony” Steve smiles.

Once they were changed they made their way onto the base, passing by one of the many signs that proudly displayed the phrase ‘birthplace of Captain America”

“Clearly you weren’t actually born here right?” Tony asks quietly as they walked alongside a building.

“The idea of me was” Steve mutters tilting his head down to hide his face.

“right well imagine you’re SHIELD running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization… where do you hide it?” Tony asks peering into one of the windows as they pass.

Steve comes to a stop when he spots the bunker they needed, the one he knew was suspicious when he last visited “in plain sight” he says nodding in its direction.

Tony taps the sides of his glasses before nodding “let's go then” he mutters, the two of them walking over to the bunker.

They step inside the elevator that would take them down, the doors were about to close when a small black woman holding a file stepped in. Steve cursed their luck as he dipped his head, thankfully the woman seemed too engrossed in her file to notice. That distraction didn’t last long though as Steve then noticed her glancing up with a curious look on her face. Tony however stepped forward into her line of sight, effectively blocking her view of Steve… or at least obstructing it.

That was at least until the elevator doors opened onto the floor Tony needed “good luck on your mission Captain” Tony says glancing over before stepping out of the elevator.

“good luck on your…project doctor,” Steve says wincing internally when he heard how unnatural he sounded, Tony clearly thinking the same as he rolled his eyes.

“you new here?” the lady asked once the doors to the elevator shut, a pleasant smile on her face.

Steve takes a moment trying to decide how to answer, cursing whatever god or being it was that made him so bad at lying “not exactly” he settles on.

The woman gives him a polite nod and Steve feels his nerves getting the better of him. He didn’t lie, not really, but it definitely wasn’t the truth and he was panicking that she could see right through him. Thankfully the elevator doors opened giving Steve the perfect escape. He heard her call out saying have a nice day but he didn’t dare respond.

Steve made his way down the corridors before finding a room with a telephone in, quickly dialling the number to Hank Pym’s lab.

“Hello?” Hank answered in a cheery voice.

“Doctor Pym?” Steve asks not certain if he’d called the right number.

“That would be the number you called yes” Hank sighed.

“This is Captain…Stevens from shipping, we have a package for you” Steve says wincing slightly, he’s never been good at espionage.

“oh bring it up,” Hank tells him.

“well that’s the thing sir, we can’t” Steve answers scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m confused I thought that was your job” Hank mutters clearly unimpressed.

“well it's just… sir the box is glowing… and it- to be honest some of our mail guys aren’t feeling that great” Steve answers.

“They didn’t open it did they?” Hank mutters.

“uh yeah they did, you better get down here,” Steve says smirking to himself, it was finally going to plan, maybe Steve wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Steve hears the line disconnect and then the sound of Hank running down the corridor. Steve poked his head out of the room to make sure the coast was clear before making his way into the lab.

Once inside he quickly starts searching, cursing to himself when he couldn’t spot them. He only had a short period of time, as soon as Hank realised there wasn’t a glowing package the alarm would almost certainly get raised. He then spots something red in the corner of his eye, looking over he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the particles in a fume cupboard.

Walking over he quickly and carefully reaches in, grabbing four vials of pym particles, just in case they needed more. Making sure to leave some in case Tony needed to run in and grab some.

Slipping back out into the corridor Steve starts making his way back towards the elevator. He was about halfway there when he spotted the woman from the elevator up ahead with two guards.

“And you’ve never seen these two men before?” one of the guards asks.

“no I’ve got an eye for this, the two of them looked fishy,” she says shaking her head.

Steve curses under his breath tipping his head down to hide his face “one of them had a hippie beard” she continues as Steve glances around for somewhere to hide.

Turning around he spots a doorway and without hesitating he makes his way inside, closing the door behind him. He keeps his back to the wall, listening out for when the lady and the two guards walked passed.

Once he heard them go he breathed out a small sigh of relief glancing around the room as he made his way back to the door. His hand was just about to grab the handle when a picture on the desk caught his eye. He frown as he approached unsure if what he was seeing was true or not but as he picked up the picture there was no denying it. especially when he glanced back over at the door to see ‘Margeret Carter – Director’ written on it. This was the picture that Peggy had given you and him for a wedding present, the photo from his days training at this very camp, the one that sat on her desk for years.

He turned when he heard distant voices approaching, specifically one he never thought he’d see again. He looked through the blinds into the adjected room where he saw Peggy talking to another man. Steve couldn’t help but slowly walk closer to the window, watching the heated discussion as she flicked through files on a table.

He couldn’t deny there was a time in Steve’s life when he wondered what it would be like if he could travel back in time to be with Peggy, and maybe a part of him always wonder what if he never went into the ice. But standing here now, watching his first love he didn’t feel regret or wish his life had been different. He felt peace. As if he’d finally gotten the closure he didn’t know he needed because in the space of less than a day he’d seen both past you and past Peggy, and he was far more happier to see you again, and if he had to choose which life to relive, he’d always pick you.

He let out a long sigh as he watches Peggy walk back out of the room, a small smile playing on his lips. He glanced back over to the door looking at the role she worked her way up to “I’m proud of you peg” he smiles as he puts the photo back down and makes his way out.

Once he made his way back to the surface he made sure to stand somewhere out of the way until he spotted Tony. He didn’t have to wait long until he saw him walking out of a building with another man, it took Steve a couple of moments to recognise who it was, it was Howard.

Tony glanced over in Steve’s direction, Steve responding with a small but slightly awkward thumbs up to say he got the pym particles. He watched the two of them talk for a moment, wondering what they could be talking about, hoping it was something that would be good for Tony. Once Howards stepped away Steve nodded his head in question, getting his answer when Tony pointed to the briefcase allowing Steve to breathe a sigh of relief.

Steve watches as Tony hugs his father before stepping away and walking in Steve’s direction.

“you alright?” Steve asks once Tony reached him.

“um” Tony mutters scratching the back of his neck “yeah I think so,” he says nodding his head.

“Good, we should probably get out of here, some guards are looking for us,” Steve says clearing his throat as he glanced around.

“right sure let's get back to the hut and collect everything before anyone finds it” Tony nods.

Steve nods in agreement and the two of them begin walking back to the hut in silence. Steve bites his lip lightly the air feeling awkward between the two of them as if they both wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

“you know if you wanna talk about it, you know who you just saw then you can talk to me about it…” Steve offers quietly, only getting a small hum in response “I just… I understand what you’re probably feeling right now… I um- I uh saw Peg in there…” he says Tony looking over at him brows raised in surprise “and uh Y/N back in New York… I actually got to speak to her…” Steve continues looking down at the floor.

Tony paused for a moment turning to face Steve “shit…” he mutters under his breath “how are you feeling about all that” he asks.

Steve takes a deep breath “alright… I’m glad I got to… it was difficult but it’s just made me more determined to get Y/N back” he says nodding slightly as he looked back at Tony.

A small smile grows on Tony’s face as he nods and puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder “I’m happy for you Rogers, really, and don’t worry about me see my old man was good, it made me see things in a new and better light” Tony smiles.

“I’m glad Tony, I know the Howard I knew was different to the one you did, but I do know he’d be proud of you,” Steve tells him.

Tony clears his throat nodding slightly as he looked down at the ground “thank… well um I think that's enough heart-to-heart for one day… let's um get back home shall we?” Tony says walking off before Steve even got a chance to argue.

Once back in the hut they stuffed their hold gear away and put the pym particles into their suits. Calibrating the suits they nodded once more at each other before disappearing back into the quantum realm for the last time.

Reappearing back into the compound Steve glanced around trying to see if everyone else had been successful in their missions.

“Did we get them all?” Bruce asks holding the time stone.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey smiled as he held up the power stone.

Steve breathed out a quick sigh of relief, they’d done it, they had all the stones. They were one step closer to getting everybody back. getting you back. Steve’s brief moment of celebration was shattered when Clint dropped to his knees beside him. Steve turned to look at him, his face falling when he noticed Nat wasn’t standing beside him.

“Clint, where’s Nat?” Bruce asked.

Clint remained silent, slowly glancing up at Steve with tears in his eyes. Steve knew what the answer was, even if he did pray to every god out there that he was wrong. Nat was gone.

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lunaneko14 · 1 day

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So we all know from canon that Sakura just refuses to take no for an answer from Sasuke; she basically admitted that she's just gonna keep annoying Sasuke with her feelings at the end of Sakura Hiden and then she chased after him like the desperate bitch that she is after NaruHina got married / prior to Gaiden.

My personal headcanon: *IF* she really is Sarada's biological mother (the fact that both she and Sasuke DON'T have bad eyesight while both Sarada and Karin DO is truly suspect, since eyesight is hereditary... hint hint double hint), she kept pestering Sasuke to have sex with her because she literally won't fuck anyone else but him, he got so annoyed by her begging and panting and her ruining his redemption trip that he decided to just do it, hoping it would finally shut her up... but then she got pregnant from that literal one-night stand and he thought "well, fuck", and then deliberately avoided contact with her and Sarada for the next 12 years because he's ashamed and/or embarrassed that the child wasn't created out of love.

Again, this is just my headcanon *IF* she really is Sarada's mother.

The bad eyesight is seriously one of the major reasons why I call the SasuSakuSara "family" bullshit. Because *I* have horrible eyesight, and so does my brother, and we both got it from our mother. Logically, the only way Sarada could've inherited the bad eyesight is if Karin — the only major canon female character who has bad eyesight — is her biological mother. There is literally no other way to spin that. IDK why certain people ignore something that's both basic biology and just so obvious.

I’ll do you one better.

She pulled a what happened to Batman (when Damien was born) and somehow got Sasuke asleep and got his seed to inseminate herself with. She is a medic ninja after all so she would know how to do that with a more certainty of getting pregnant.

Even Kishimoto being a father himself knows how much actual sex it takes to get a woman pregnant so Sakura and Sasuke had to have done it more than once for her to get naturally pregnant.

The whole thing doesn’t make sense otherwise because how is Sarada the same age as Boruto when by the time NH got married, Sasuke and Sakura weren’t even seeing each other and according to what Sakura told Ino, they still didn’t see each other that often.

Kishimoto literally wants us to believe that at the same time all the other couples were doing it like rabbits, SS was just in the woods doing it when they’ve had so much anti development???? Nah. We’re going to get the truth soon enough. Kishimoto can be a bad writer but I don’t think anyone with his credit could be THAT bad.

#anti sasusaku #anti sakura #anti sakura haruno #anti sakura uchiha

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iam93percentstardust · 2 years

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Happy Early Birthday! Could I ask for something platonic with Tony and Rhodey? I wish MIT Bros would get a lot more love! Perhaps Rhodey has some sort of problem and Tony is giving support?

Ooh I love this prompt a lot :) I did lots of research into military ranks and promotions to make the canon timeline work for this fic, but it was fun

Rhodey is already halfway across the living room to where Tony is sitting on the couch, desperately saying, “Tones, I need your help,” before their apartment door has even shut behind him.

Tony, conditioned by a lifetime of living with Howard, automatically says, “No,” only to wince when his brain finally catches up with him. “Sorry.” He’s been trying to be better about his responses to help requests.

Rhodey smiles warmly at him for a moment, aware of how much work Tony’s put in to unlearning the habits growing up in the Stark household taught him. Then he goes right back to whatever’s got him so spun up and repeats, “Your help. I need it.”

“Yoda, we are,” Tony shoots back at him.

Rhodey shoves him into the couch cushions.

Once Tony’s managed to extract himself from their ridiculously plushy couch, he asks, “So what’s up?”

“Alright, so I know you don’t like hearing about my ROTC stuff—”

Not entirely true. Tony doesn’t like hearing about anything that means Rhodey’s going to be fighting overseas where he could possibly die, but he hasn’t told him that.

“But after Senator Mouthbreather—”

“What a dick,” Tony chimes in, knowing that Rhodey has a particular distaste for this guy and his faux-liberal politics. Tony doesn’t like him either, but that’s mostly cause he doesn’t like any guy who makes his wife cry at every party they attend. He gets enough of that at home.

“Yeah, what a dick,” Rhodey agrees. “You know, I heard he pays his aides jack squat? Asswipe sits there and talks about a fair and equal wage for all and then he turns around and—"

“You’re getting off topic there, honeybear,” Tony cuts in amusedly. Not that he minds listening to Rhodey rant about the various politicians he hates—Reagan currently tops the list—but something tells him that Rhodey isn’t actually upset over Senator Mouthbreather’s hypocrisy.

“Right, after what he said about ROTC just picking jobs for cadets instead of giving them a choice, which isn’t true! Anyway, the brass decided to bring in some speakers to talk about what they do for the Air Force, you know, in case any of us wanted to change our careers.” He snorts. “Like that’ll happen at MIT, of all places.”

“And this has to do with me… how?”

“Cause last night, they had the most amazing test pilot.”

Tony starts to grin. He thinks he sees where this is going. “Yeah? What was her name?”

Rhodey glares at him for a long time before reluctantly admitting, “Lieutenant Carol Danvers.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Rhodey thunks his head against the back of the couch. “We’re supposed to be throwing her a mixer so we can get a chance to talk to her, but I overheard her on the phone earlier.”

“Rhodey, you dog! Are you stalking the probably-lovely Lieutenant Carol Danvers?”

“No,” Rhodey tries to insist, but Tony’s on to him now. And after all that talk about how Tony shouldn’t join that physics class last semester just so he could have an excuse to talk to Rumiko Fujikawa too! “We just happened to pass each other on the green. She was on the phone with someone, and she said she was gonna skip out and go to a bar or something.”

“My kind of woman,” Tony says approvingly.

“No,” Rhodey says flatly. “You’re underage.”

“You’re not much better,” Tony points out. “Lieutenant, that puts her—what—four, five years older than you?”

“I’m not going to ask her her age,” Rhodey says primly. “And that’s not why I want to talk to her anyway.”

“That’s because you’re boring.”

Rhodey ignores him. “Look, I just want an introduction. That’s it. That’s all I need from you, Tony, please. It’s not even about being attracted to her. I mean, I am, but I know she’s way out of my league. I just want to get the chance to talk to her about this project that she’s working on. You know I think it’s cool as hell that the military’s letting women be test pilots, even if they won’t let them fly in combat yet.”

“Which is bullshit,” Tony says, a refrain that’s just as old as Rhodey’s complaints about Senator Mouthbreather. “What, they won’t let them die by way of an explosion from an enemy missile, but they’ve got no problem letting them die by way of an explosion from an experimental engine? Sure, that makes sense.”

Rhodey snickers. “Please,” he says again. “You know I want to be a pilot, and what the lieutenant was talking about with the planes she was flying, it sounded like my kind of job.”

“So, what? You’re gonna become a test pilot now?”

“No, but it sounded a lot like the kind of stuff that SI is putting out, the kind of stuff that I want to fly eventually, and I thought it might be good to get a firsthand account of what flying those planes is like.”

“And what about my finals? I’m supposed to be studying tonight.”

“Like you don’t already know all the material,” Rhodey says, waving a dismissive hand. “I can make it up to you later. I’ll quiz you, sound good?”

“Fine, but you’ll also ask Mama Rhodes to make that blackberry pie for my graduation,” Tony counters.

“Done.”

Wow, Rhodey must really like this test pilot. Normally, it takes hours of negotiating to get him to agree to asking his mom to make Tony’s favorite pies whenever they drive to Philadelphia for the holidays.

He sighs and says goodbye to his studying for the night. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

Seeing what he can do mostly just involves putting in a phone call to his Aunt Peggy. He refuses, just on principle, to talk to his dad, even though Howard is more likely to have the right contacts in the Air Force to put him in touch with Danvers, so Aunt Peggy it is. She still heads up SHIELD, though she’s been thinking about retiring sometime in the next few years; she should still have a few contacts or at least know who he should talk to instead.

Fortunately, though, when he calls her, she knows exactly who he’s talking about, and after she spends thirty minutes making sure that Tony isn’t trying to track her down so either he or Rhodey can ask her out (he thinks Rhodey might have wanted to if he were a little older, but his honeybear keeps insisting that it’s all a professional interest), is more than willing to put together a dinner for the three of them—“You will not meet her at a bar, darling,” she says sternly. Lieutenant Danvers, it turns out, is working on a joint project between the Air Force and SHIELD called Pegasus. Tony wonders what she could possibly be working on that requires a collaboration like that, but he knows better than to ask, and ever since Aunt Peggy found him using her pass to hack into the files on Captain America back when he was twelve, SHIELD has kept all of their files as paper copies, so there’ll be no more hacking for him. Looks like whatever SHIELD and the Air Force are up to will remain a mystery.

“But if she says no, you’ll accept that, Tony,” Aunt Peggy insists. “No more trying to track her down. We women don’t like it when men don’t take no for an answer.”

And, huh, Tony hadn’t even thought about it like that. “Agreed,” he says immediately. He doesn’t want to be creepy. “And—” He glances over at Rhodey, who’s been listening in. Rhodey picks up on what he’s thinking and nods. “Tell her it’s not a date or anything. We really just want to learn more about the jets.”

She calls back about an hour later with the news that Danvers has agreed to meet them for dinner. He relays the good news to Rhodey, who immediately freaks out about it like it was a date as though Tony won’t even be there. Tony finds it pretty funny, all things considering, since it isn’t, for one thing, and Rhodey is definitely too young for Danvers, but he keeps his mouth shut. This is one of those Good Bro times, and he’s a Good Bro, which means supporting his best friend through his hero worship and very impossible crush.

They wind up running a little late to dinner since Tony is always late to everything, including, as his mother and Jarvis frequently remind him, his own birth. Rhodey bitches to him the entire way there, complaining that it’ll be Tony’s fault if Danvers is gone by the time they get there. Tony keeps his mouth shut, knowing after three years of living together that when Rhodey gets in this mood, it’s pointless to try to point out the facts, which are that Tony is a Stark and no ambitious pilot would ever walk out on a dinner with a Stark (he also sets aside the fact that this is almost certainly a habit that Rhodey picked up from him, who can also be… slightly irrational when he’s worried about something).

Lieutenant Danvers, however, is still waiting for them outside the little bar and grill that Aunt Peggy had made reservations at. She’s out of uniform in a white t-shirt and jeans, blonde princess curls falling around her shoulders, and Tony can easily see why Rhodey would find her attractive. She looks just a little too much like what Tony’s baby cousin, Sharon, will grow up to look like though for him to share Rhodey’s attraction.

“Lieutenant Danvers, hi!” he says, getting out of the car. Polite, he reminds himself. Not abrasive. Rhodey might actually kill him this time if Tony fucks up his chances again. “I’m Tony.”

“Call me Carol,” she replies, shaking his hand.

Tony waits for Rhodey to introduce himself, but Rhodey seems to be starstruck by her. He rolls his eyes and jerks his thumb at him. “This is—”

“Cadet Rhodes,” Carol says smoothly. “I remember you from yesterday. Nice to meet you both.”

“Rhodey wanted the chance to talk to you some more about the joint collaboration you’re working on—I wouldn’t mind hearing more about it too since all I could find about Project Pegasus was a shitty piece of code that said ‘Stay out, Tony.’ It’s like they don’t trust me or something.”

Carol laughs. “Well, sorry to say, I don’t know much about the project itself, and even if I did, there’s only so much I can tell you before it all becomes classified. I just fly the planes. If you want to know about Pegasus, you’ll have to talk to the research head, Dr. Lawson.”

Tony gapes at her. “You mean Dr. Wendy Lawson?” he squeaks.

“Sounds like you’re familiar.”

“She’s amazing,” Tony breathes reverently. They’d met at a gala a few years ago, and Tony had definitely walked away starstruck. The work she’s doing on interstellar travel is absolutely incredible. Tony would kill people for the chance to work with her.

By the time they’re seated, Rhodey has fortunately found his voice again, saluted Carol (and promptly been reminded that they’re both out of uniform, and she doesn’t stand for that kind of fuss anyway), and struck up a conversation with her about the jets she flies as part of Project Pegasus. Stark Industries doesn’t do a lot with planes, other than arming them, and Tony had been too busy with studying for his exam tomorrow to read up on them. But that’s okay because tonight isn’t about him anyway (it had taken Rhodey a good year to get that hammered through his head), so he contents himself with knowing that Rhodey’s made a friend and tries to make eyes at the guy standing by the bar.

He's gorgeous, all dark hair and grey eyes and a frankly stunning prosthetic that Tony very badly wants to get his hands on, but he’s also more interested in staring at a family eating dinner halfway across the restaurant. Tony doesn’t know what’s so interesting about them, other than that one of them is the president of MIT, but maybe there’s some sort of torrid affair going on between Gorgeous Eyes and the president’s wife—or even the president himself, Tony isn’t judgy.

…Much.

Eventually, he gives up trying to catch Hottie McDreamy’s attention and tunes back in to Carol and Rhodey’s conversation, just in time for Rhodey to bring up Dum-E. Tony lights up. The bot really is an idiot, but he’s Tony’s idiot and Tony loves him.

He pulls a picture out of his wallet to show Carol, who goes wide-eyed. Apparently, she hadn’t believed they were serious about Dum-E, which is fine. Most people don’t believe that something like Dum-E is possible now and not twenty years down the line.

“Wow,” she remarks as Tony’s settling the bill. “All I’ve got is my boss’s cat. Goose doesn’t like anyone else on the base.”

“Cat?” Rhodey guesses, drawing a laugh from her.

“How did you know?” she teases. “Yeah, little orange thing. Eats just about everything. One time, the remote went missing, and I swear that Goose ate it, I just can’t prove it.”

Rhodey laughs harder than the joke deserved, but Carol seems fondly amused by it, so Tony counts it as a win for his buddy.

As they’re stepping outside, Carol remarks, “You know, this was nice. When Director Carter told me she’d lined up a dinner for me, I thought it was going to be all business.” She shudders as she heads over to a sleek motorcycle that Tony would love to take a ride on. “But you two are alright. You remind me of me and my best friend.”

Rhodey gives Tony one of those looks that he can read so well after three years of living in each other’s pockets. He steps further back, turning away to squint up at the night sky. He can hear Carol and Rhodey murmuring to each other by the bike, but they’re not loud enough for him to make out any words.

After a few minutes, he hears the roar of the motorcycle. When he turns back around, Carol is long gone, and Rhodey is touching a hand to his cheek, a stunned expression on his face.

“Went that well then, huh?” Tony asks cheerfully, slinging an arm around Rhodey’s shoulders. That’s his honeybear!

“She kissed me,” Rhodey says softly, rubbing his cheek. “Said I was a little young for her, but cute, and told me to look her up once I’ve made first lieutenant.”

Tony’s heart leaps in his chest. “That’s awesome!” he says enthusiastically. “Five years, right?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey says, a grin spreading across his face. “She’s pretty amazing.”

“You’re pretty amazing,” Tony says. “No forgetting it. She’s lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Tones,” Rhodey says, shoving Tony away companionably and then darting back to the car before Tony can do more than stumble. Shouting, Tony gives chase, laughing as he follows his brother.

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When night falls, I am your escape #8

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her, but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language

Chapters: 8/12

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

I didn't sleep much that night. Everything that was said, kept replaying in my head. It was driving me crazy. I was exhausted, but the sleep wasn't coming.

As i obviously couldn't sleep any longer,than i already had, i got up. The clock on my bedsite table showed, that it was around 6 a.m. So i decided to do the one thing, that I never usually did. I went for a run. It was fair to say, that running wasn't my most favorite exercise to do. But it was a good thing for clearing your mind.

I ran around the neighborhood, it wasn't the longest run, but it did it's purpose. I sorted the thoughts in my head and went home.

What i didn't expect to see, when i got home, was a huge bouquet of mariachi flowers. The whole room smelled like them and they were really pretty. Inbetween the flowers i found a note.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for letting me explain it all, i really appreciate it. And once again, i am terribly sorry about everything.

- Daniel

I didn't know what to think. I mean it was nice, but i didn't need flowers as a thank you gift for hearing him out.

And also the whole sorting out my thoughts went to shit right after i read the note. So I ran basically for nothing, except maybe for my health, but my mind was a mess again.

What was i even suppose to do? I didn't know.

Like part of me wanted to forgive him and move on, but the other part of me wanted to ignore him , like i did before. It was all so confusing.

But i didn't want to sit and pity myself any longer, so I said to myself "that's it" , i couldn't spend the entire time, worrying about meeting Daniel and because of that staying at home, rather than going out. I had enough, it was ridiculous . I spent so much time avoiding this place, than being with my friends and family. I couldn't take it anymore, it hurt me and most importantly the people closest to me.

At that moment i decided, that I would forgive Daniel.

Altough it didn't mean, that we would be friends again. More likely far far from it. But atleast everything would be done, that painful chapter of both of our lives would be finally closed.

There was still a question about how would i tell him it. I mean should i have just said, that I forgive you or like maybe send him a text.

Nope, text was definitely not a good idea. As i was thinking about texting, i received one.

Kyle: Hey Y/N, there's gonna be a bonfire at the beach tonight. Nothing extraordinary. Just a few surfers and maybe a few other people. You should come, i'm hoping to see you.

I haven't been to a bonfire in forever. It would probably be a good fun, so I texted him back and asked at what time would it start . It was suppose to be later in the evening. Because i had plenty of time to spare, i spent the day with mom and dad.

When the evening finally came, i was looking forward to it.

I took a few coldies for Kyle and his friends and set out. The drive from my house to the beach wasn't really long. It only took like 10 minutes.

And when i arrived, there was a good amount of people there already. I recognized Kyle and his friends straightaway, they were sitting next to the fire on a log of wood.

I joined them next to the fire. We talked and laughed a lot, but i couldn't help but to zone out once in a while.

"What's up with you today?" Kyle asked.

"What do you mean? Nothing, i'm okay" i lied.

"I can see something is wrong. You know, you can talk to me" i gave him a little smile.

"Yeah i know, thanks. It's just stuff with Daniel, i just don't know what to do " i told him

"Why? What happened?"

"I finally gave in and listened to what he had to say. And now i want to forgive him and just move, i just don't know how to do it, you know... " i sighed.

"Well, i think you should just go talk to him, no?" he asked.

"But what if it's not the right thing? Maybe i should just continue with my life like the conversation didn't happen" i thought outloud.

"No, i think you should go and finally close that chapter of your life " why was i even taking advice from Kyle?Last time i did that, i almost broke my arm. But fuck, he was right, i should have done that.

"Alright yeah, you know what, you are right, i'm going to go talk to him" i started to get up.

"Whoa, hold up, you want to go right now?" he asked surprised.

"Well yes, you literally said i should" i replied.

"I did, but i didn't mean like straight away" he chuckled.

"Alright, i'll sta.." i didn't finish the sentence because he interrupted me.

"No no, you are right, you should go and sort it all out. "

"Are you sure? i can stay " i didn't want to just rudely leave.

" Yes, go, text me when you get home yeah?And good luck "he said.

" Yeah, i'll text you, have a goodnight"i gave him a hug, said goodbye to everybody else and left to talk to Daniel.

The drive to his house was easier than the last time, atleast i didn't get lost.

The bigger problem was to ring the damn doorbell. Before i could overthink it like always, i rang it.

I could hear a faint music playing from the house, but i didn't even realise, that he could have people over until he opened the door. Well it was too late to turn back anyway.

"Oh hey" he greeted me surprised.

"Um hi, i wanted to tell you something, but you clearly have someone over, so i'll come back some other time" i told him and was on my way away .

"No no it's alright, i don't have anybody over, i was just having a party by myself, we can talk" he quickly cut me off,"do you maybe wanna come inside, we don't have to talk at the door" he added.

"No i'm alright, i just came to tell you that i..." i had to take a deep breath before i could continue, " that i forgive you. "

"What?" he stared at me wide eyed.

"I said, that I forgive you" he didn't say a word, he was just staring at me like i ate his dinner. It was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

" You alright or..?" i asked little worried.

" Yeah, i'm just surprised, that's all, i thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again after we had the talk" he finally spoke.

"I didn't at first, but i want to move on and this is the thing i need to do to actually move on . So yeah, I decided to forgive you, but that doesn’t mean we are back to being friends" this sentence visibly pained him.

"No i know, i totally get it. I understand your point"

"But maybe we can start over sometime? Be friends again? " he really hoped, i wouldn't completely shut him of your life.

"Maybe" i gave him the slightest piece of hope, "But I'm gonna go home now, it's quite late, goodnight Daniel" i said.

"Okay, goodnight Y/N and thank you " he emphasized the last two words.

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Thank you for reading. I hope it wasn't too bad.i know this chapter is not very long, but hopefully next chapter will be longer. I appreciate all the feedback. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

Have a great day. Peace out ☀️ Chapter#9

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Chapter Two: Hello Old Friend

It's been a whole week since the incident and Mac is trying his best to adjust into the city. But the loud noises are making it quite difficult for him. Having six ears is no joke, they're highly sensitive especially when it comes to loud noises. With a sigh he throws off the covers and slides off his bed. Macaque shivered once his feet touched the cold floor. Walking towards the window seeing that it is a clear night. He opens up the window and climbs out, macaque closes it back once he is outside.

He jumped on a nearby window seal and scaled the apartment. Macaque reached the rooftop, lifting himself up onto the ledge. Letting his feet dangle off the edge, he stared up at the sky. Macaque felt a sense of security as he gazed at the stars; the tranquility of the night was always so calming. With a sigh, macaque thinks back to that day just a week prior and it still angers him. Narrowing his eyes at the mere thought of it shaking his head to rid himself of the thought.

Maybe tomorrow he could visit Mk at pigsy's noodles. He grinned at that remembering all the trouble they got into. "Ah, good times." The dark-furred monkey stayed a little longer before deciding to go back inside and try to get some sleep. Completely unaware that a certain stone monkey now has him under their radar. “So, you finally came out of hiding, huh…. Liu er.” Once back inside, macaque covers himself and drifts off to sleep.

Dream/Memory

Two monkeys played and chased the other around in blissful ignorance completely unaware of their destined future. The two young monkeys now rested under a tree enjoying the coolness that the shade provided from the hot sun. “Hey, peaches?” The white furred monkey spoke up. The other monkey now dubbed as peaches hms in response. “Do you think we’ll still be friends when we get older.” Peaches scoffed at the question, “Duh! We’ll be friends for the rest of our lives, mango! And there’s no one who can separate us!”

Mango lightly laughed, “Yeah, you're right, peaches. No one can.” Both monkeys watched as the clouds rolled by making funny shapes, some were bunnies, others looked like dragons. The white furred monkey's tail curled around the other's tail soft purrs came from him as he leaned against his friend.

Oh how wrong they were back then.

Dream/Memory Ends

Macaque slowly stirred awake from his slumber. Yawning as he stretched, waking himself up, “Another day and another year to suffer.” Though the dream he had last night… Who were they and why did the other monkey seem familiar? He shrugged it off and pulled the covers off, sliding off the bed, stretching once more to fully wake himself. Grinning cheekily today he was gonna pester pigsy, “He’s gonna hate me but I don’t care.” He puts on his everyday clothes and heads down the stairs. The apartment was quieter than usual. His father must be at work already.

He quickly makes his way out the door and being the monkey that he is fuck the stairs as they say. And slides down the railing once in the small living space, macaque grabs a piece of fruit and heads out the door. The young monkey walked down the streets while playing a mobile game. ‘‘Maybe I can hang out with Mk if he's not busy, that is.” He thought out loud to himself. Looking up from his phone an all too familiar sign was in front of him.

Grinning, he quickly walked inside, “WHAT’S UP FUCKERS!” His sudden entrance startled Tang, causing him to drop a bowl of noodles he was eating and coughing since he choked on some of the broth. “Damn it kid! How many times have I told you not to do that!” Pigsy’s grumpy voice sounded from the kitchen. The cheeky little shit that he is only laughed. “Admit it you’d be lost without me.” The older male grumbled and sat a bowl of ramen down on the counter. Pigsy wouldn’t dare admit to anyone he did actually care for the young simian much like Mk he did see mac as a kid of his own.

Macaque sat on the stool and grabbed the bowl, “See and you knew my favorite ramen too.” He happily ate the noodles. Pigsy returned to his work focusing on making the customers orders. A little later Mk shows up… late like always. “Mk your late!” Burnett haired boy just awkwardly grinned and scratched at his neck. Liu er shook his head amused by this and continued eating. “Sorry, pigsy, my alarm didn’t go off, so I overslept.” Mac shook his head. Classic Mk oversleeping like usual.

“There’s no time for slacking, it's time to get to work, Mk.” Pigsy spoke. Nodding Mk quickly left and gave a quick apology to Liu’er. The pig demon sighed and continued his work. After a while Mk came back from his deliveries. “Hey, Mac, I wanna introduce you to someone but we’d have to use my staff to get there.” Lui’ Er thought for a moment before replying, “Yeah sure, why not.” The energetic boy grinned and grabbed macaque’s arm, “Alright! Lego!”

Mk used his staff to reach FFM. “And where we are! Flower fruit mountain!” Macaque blinked as he processed what Mk had just said. “Hold up a sec… Did you just say Flower Fruit Mountain? Like the FLOWER FRUIT MOUNTAIN that’s the home of THE sun wukong?!” Mk nodded excitedly before Liu’er exclaimed, “Oh hell nah! Take me the fuck back!” Frowning at the panicked simian, Mk shook his head. “It’s too late, you're gonna meet him.”

Mac groaned, annoyed as his friend dragged him. Passing underneath a waterfall they entered a large cavern and up a head was a small house. “Monkey king! I’ve brought a friend I’d like for you to meet!” Mk shouted with excitement. Macaque felt dread wash over him. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. As if by magic the great sage had appeared in front of them. “Mk! Ready for training?”

“I am. But firstly, meet my friend Liu’er!” Mk gestures towards the dark furred simian. Wukong’s grin turned sour at hearing that name and he glanced at the young boy. He was hauntingly similar to the late Lui’er Mihou. Macaque shook underneath sun wukong’s stare. This was his first time ever meeting him but it felt like he had known Wukong all his life. “Mk… I really wanna go back to Pigsy’s.” Macaque mutters under his breath.

“Mk, let’s go and chat for a sec.” Nodding at his mentor’s words he followed him. Macaque stood by himself lost in his own thoughts and picking at the sleeve of his shirt. Moments later Mk came back and he looked very upset. “Come on, we're leaving.” Mac looked surprised at Mk, “But what about your training?” He scoffed at macaque’s question. Liu’er then looked back at Wukong, who sent him a glare.

Shivering at that he could only assume that their conversation wasn’t a pleasing one. Macaque knew better than to ask Mk what had concurred between them. Frowning, he felt horrible that Mk didn’t get to train today. Wukong watched them leave and he lightly growled, “What’s your plan, macaque? I swear if you ever hurt Mk. I’d kill you.”

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Chapter 15: Jeffrey's Angels (Empty Canvas)

“Thank you guys so much. You’re my heroes!” my girlfriend exclaims as Eddie and I carry the last one of the canvasses up the stairs. Corrine enlisted me to pick them up and I dragged along Eddie for the ride, in an attempt to get him out of his post-camping trip funk.

“I thought I was your only hero. Honey, if we start doing threesomes you actually need to tell me beforehand. Also so that I’d be able to have a say in who comes into our bed”, I tell her with a wide grin as Eddie and I put down the last canvas. Eddie gives us both a confused and slightly embarrassed look before turning his eyes away, trying to find something more worthy of his interest to look at.

“Jeff, my dear, you know you always have and always will have my undivided attention”, Corrine tells me as she places her hands on my shoulders from behind, massaging them ever so slightly. I instantly relax, mainly because my back has been killing me from carrying all that stuff up the stairs.

“You better”, I mumble under my breath and I have to keep myself from actually purring out the words as she continues to massages my neck and shoulders.

“Yes what?” Eddie questions all of a sudden as he’s looking at something on Corrine’s easel. I give him a look of confusion, but he doesn’t see it as his eyes are glued to whatever he seems to be looking at.

“Nothing”, I say and try to make him understand my confusion, but we’re never gonna get there if he doesn’t look at me. It’s like he’s hypnotized.

“I thought you said my name”, he mumbles and takes a step closer towards the easel. Something in my mind clicks and I’m able to give myself an explanation, but Corrine is a bit quicker on her feet than I am.

“He said better, Eddie, not Vedder”, Corrine clears out for the both of us. Her hands fall from my shoulders as she seems to look up at Eddie, noticing him staring at her work. I practically whimper as she leaves me without the magic her hands were working just mere moments ago.

I however stop myself as I see a somewhat panicked look in Corrine’s eyes as she rushes over to the easel. I follow her suit, without even giving it a second thought. Curiosity has also been gathering inside of me, wondering what image had Eddie in such a trance.

Once I get there, it somewhat clicks. On the easel is a drawing, clearly by Corrine’s hand. On first notice I can immediately tell this is some of her better work. The more I look at it, the more impressed I am by her skill. It’s only after a second that I realize that her skill isn’t what has Eddie this enthralled, but rather the subject of the drawing. The likeness is uncanny. It’s Lola, without a shirt, just wearing jeans, barefoot on the couch, with her hair strategically covering some of her more delicate areas.

“She’s gorgeous”, Eddie finally mutters under his breath, in an attempt to break himself away from the piece of artwork.

“Thanks”, Corrine mumbles taking it as a compliment. I don’t have the heart to tell her that he’s talking about Lola to be specific and not about her drawing. I decide against it, because it’s good to see her accepting compliments, whereas usually she’d ignore them and would start to devaluate her own work.

“You guys weren’t supposed to see this”, Corrine tells the both of us on the side. None of us are looking at each other, we’re still fixated on the drawing. The detail on this is mind blowing. The way she got the contours of Lola’s jaw and the little mole on it. Lola’s slightly upturned nose. The curls and waves of her hair, each drawn individually with the greatest care.

“What do you mean?” Eddie inquires the same question that’s also on my lips. How come no one is supposed to see this. This drawing is some of the best work I’ve seen Corrine do in… In like ever. And I was really into her Pollock phase that happened last year, so that’s saying a lot!

“When Lola posed for this, we made a deal. She’d only pose like this if no one else were to see it”, Corrine tells us and I can feel my heart sink. I know her through and through and Coco is already feeling guilty over me and Eddie seeing this accidentally. So there’s no way on earth that she’ll ever put this up in an exhibition. She’ll probably take it of her easel as soon as possible, roll up the piece of paper and stash it away in a cabinet, never to be seen again. It’s so damn frustrating, because this drawing is so damn good.

“It’s a shame though”, I voice my opinion out loud, “Because it’s so fucking good.” My words seem to be ignored. Corrine’s eyes are focussed on Eddie who is focussed on the drawing of Lola.

“How is she?” Eddie asks Corrine, as if he can tell she’s looking at him, yet he has no way to know because he’s still looking at the easel.

“She’s been better”, Corrine tells him and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was pity in her voice. What the hell is going on? Why is Eddie asking Corrine how Lola is? Last time I checked, those two were as close as could be. And what is up with Corrine’s concerned look?

“It’s my fault”, I swear I hear Eddie mumble under his breath before the guy finally looks away from the easel to announce: “I think I’m gonna go now. See you guys around.”

Without even waiting for us to say goodbye or something along those lines, he makes his way to the door and leaves without even looking back. To say I’m confused might be the understatement of the century.

“What the hell was that?” I ask out loud and look at Corrine, who has one arm across her chest, her other hand instinctively touching the base of her throat. She’s staring at the door through which Eddie just disappeared. I know this stance, this is her Oh-you-poor-thing-stance.

“Honey, Corrine to earth!” I say, waving my hand in front of her eyes until she eventually snaps out of her trance. She blinks a few times and looks at me, immediately rolling her eyes at my frantic expression.

“What is going?” I ask her, because the suspense is killing me. What the hell is going on? Does Corrine know the reason why Eddie has been a zombie ever since the camping trip? If so, why the fuck hasn’t she told me yet?

“Just forget it”, she mutters as she shakes her head and turns towards the easel again. She starts taking away the pins that are holding the drawing in place.

“No, I will not forget it”, I tell her and takes her hands in mine. Partly so she’ll look at me, partly because I don’t want her to stash away this drawing. It deserves more recognition and appreciation and it’s not gonna get that when it’s gathering dust at the bottom of her closet.

“He’s been like this for more than two weeks now and it’s driving me insane not know. And I know that you know what’s going on. So tell me”, I plead with her. She lets out a sigh and puts a hand on my cheek, her thumb softly stroking my face.

“No, Jeff, I can’t”, she says, but part of me can tell that she actually wants me to know. That she wants to tell what this is all about. It’s just her damn honor that’s holding her from telling me the truth. Oh for fuck’s sake, honey, just tell me.

“Yes you can”, I tell her and softly place a kiss on her neck, ready to place more kisses. If I have to tease it out of her, I will. She’s used the same tactic on me before, so she can’t even blame me for it. She lets out an aggravated groan -not exactly the reaction I was hoping for- and pushes me away.

“No I can’t. I swear I can’t. It’s not my place to tell you”, she tells me again and now it’s my turn to let out an irritated moan. I love her to the moon and back, but her moral codes do tend to get on my nerves some times.

“Who cares of it’s your place or not, just tell me. I need to know”, I plead again and I decide to get down on my knees and give her my puppy eyes and pouty face. This usually does the trick.

“Jeff no”, she tells me, trying to sound persistent, but I can already tell that’s she’s wavering. Good to know that this old trick still works the magic it needs to work when needed.

“Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?” I beg her, holding my hands together in a gesture of prayer. Oh Saint Corrine, Love of My Life, Guardian of My Libido, please enlighten me and tell me what the fuck is wrong with my singer, is what I almost beg her out loud, but I decide against it. I can see she’s already on the verge of breaking.

“Don’t give me the puppy eyes”, she mumbles in a last attempt to get me to stop. But I’m not giving in. I need to know what the hell is going on, it’s been driving me insane for more than two weeks now. Eddie comes back from San Diego and he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him. Everything is fine and smooth sailing and the we go on a camping trip. During the camping trip everything is still wonderful, but then…. Then we get back from the camping trip and he’s like a different person. Only a ghost of himself, except for when he’s singing because then he changes into yet another person. He becomes a fucking psychopath. It took us completely off guard, but to be fair, he’s never sounded better. And now he comes over here and stares at the drawing of Lola, muttering things, him and Corrine clearly talking about something that I lack the knowledge of. But no more! I, Jeffrey Allen Ament, will get to the bottom of this. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do. though I hope it’s not!

“Please”, I plead one last time, throwing all my charm into the mix, even batting my eyes a few times for good measure.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. I’ll tell you, but you have to swear to stay silent”, Corrine finally gives in, sounding angry. I know she’s not angry at me -she’s got a specific Ament-I’ll-fucking-kill-you voice, and this is not it-, rather she’s angry at herself for giving in.

“Deal”, I tell her immediately, though I do feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I have pushed her into telling something she didn’t want to tell. But I’ll make it up to her. She’ll soon forget about her honor code.

Now that I think of it, the truth can wait for another second. I can’t any longer. I’ve been meaning to get my reward for my delivery services even before I fulfilled those. I attach my lips to hers, letting her immediately know my intentions. She can’t help but giggle.

“What about your urgency to get the truth from me?” she mumbles against my lips and I can feel her smile as I pick her up by her thighs, her legs wrap around my waist in an instant.

“There are other more urgent matters at hand”, I tell her as I lay her down on her bed, which is made up out of three mattresses.

“Thank God I’m in a relationship with a man who knows his priorities”, she laughs as I start to unbutton her shirt. I know my priorities damn well. The most important of those is to ensure the happiness (and satisfaction) of the woman that has captured my heart.

***

“So let me get this straight”, I try to reformulate everything Corrine just told me as I pull her closer and she plays with my hair. God I love it when she does that.

“Lola and Eddie were secretly dating and now they have broken up. They both think they are responsible. Eddie thinks he was too harsh, and Lola pushed him away because she’s still heart broken over Andy. Yet both of them are miserable without each and want to be together. Yet neither wants to see that.” Jesus fucking Christ, these two are acting like they are in a fucking Shakespeare play. It surprises me that Corrine hasn’t told me anything about this sooner. She fucking loves Shakespeare. So much so that she once insisted on roleplaying as Benedic and Beatrice from her favorite play Much Ado About Nothing. She’s got this thing for literary role-play. I don’t really mind it. It’s a good excuse to read more and it always ends in fun. Yet Lola and Eddie are role-playing one of his tragedies, whereas Corrine and I tend to stick to his comedies more often. The Taming of the Shrew was a lot of fun.

“Or admit that”, Corrine adds somewhat hopeless. I guess we’re both thinking the same thing.

“And then they call us a stubborn couple”, I joke trying to lighten the mood somewhat because the subject matter is quite heavy. Most of the times we talk about completely different things post-sex.

“They’re much worse than we are”, Corrine confirms with a chuckle. But when I look at her face all I can see is worry. Worry for our two friends who are in a miserable situation.

“On the other hand, we did take a while to give in to our feelings”, I tell her, trying to lighten her thoughts. It’s too much in Corrine’s nature to worry about others, so much so that she becomes miserable at the realization of her powerlessness in such a situation. My dear, you have too much empathy.

“Yes we did”, she confirms and places a short peck on my lips, but when she looks at me again the worry hasn’t disappeared.

“But they admitted their feelings as well, yet they still think they are better apart”, she sighs. I stroke her back a few times in an attempt at a reassuring gesture, but it doesn’t work. I don’t know if I can be a reassuring presence in this situation as it’s completely out of my hand.

“Whilst in fact they are both brutally miserable”, I state her thoughts out loud. These two have a lot of shit going on. If they’d just put aside their convictions and rationality for once and just gave into their feelings… Then Corrine and I would’ve probably already moved on to round two.

“Exactly”, she mutters as she keeps playing with my hair, focussing on it.

“Jesus fucking Christ and all his apostles, this is a messed up situation”, I let out in aggravation and Corrine chuckles. I was raised in a Catholic family and even though there isn’t much Catholic about the way I’m currently living, my cursing sometimes still bares the consequences of my upbringing.

“Tell me about it stud”, she tells me, emulating Olivia Newton-John in Grease. That’s one thing I’ve noticed lately, Grease keeps coming up in conversations in this friend group. It’s actually getting out of hand. But if we are assigning roles, I take Kenickie!

“And what do we intend to do about it?” I ask her for our plan of action. Corrine looks up from my hair and gives me a frown.

“We do nothing”, she tells me emphasizing the we. “I on the other hand convinced Lola to come to Thanksgiving and try and rekindle a friendship”, she continues putting an emphasis on the I. I can’t help but roll my eyes. She probably thinks me incapable of being helpful in this situation. I will admit I might not be the love expert, but she needs to stop trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knows by now that I intend to help with whatever she needs, even if she doesn’t want me to. But even if she was not involved in it, I’d be making up a plan of action. I care about these fuckers a lot and they deserve their happiness. If that means they need a little extra help from me, then so be it.

“But you’re hoping to rekindle more”, I try and guess my girlfriend’s underlying motives, even though I think her plan of action will be ineffective.

“Precisely”, she tells me with a smile, punctuating her answer by booking my nose.

“Corrine, honey, your optimism never seizes to amaze me”, I say to her.

“I feel a but coming”, she says, sounding somewhat irritated. She knows me too damn well.

“But you’re an idiot if you think that that will be enough”, I state. How she thinks that they will magically get back together after talking and breaking a wishbone seems illogical to me.

“How do you mean?” she questions me questioning her naiveness.

“They’ve tried to work things out on their own and it’s quite clear that they haven’t been successful at it. They’re like kids. They need guidance and someone to give them direction”, I explain to her and I start making gestures with my hands. I really need to stop doing this, is all I can think as I feel my hand hitting the lamp on her nightstand. I quickly catch the thing from falling over. When I look back at Corrine she’s giving me an all saying look. What the hell am I supposed to do with you?

“Oh, Jeff, please don’t tell me you intend to play Cupid”, she mumbles shaking her head. Part of me is relieved that she’s not rubbing my clumsiness in my face this time, as she’s done many times before.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do”, I make my plans clear to her, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to emphasize the point I’m making.

“Lola deserves happiness after Andy and Eddie is a great guy who needs someone to love that will love him in return. Yet they are both too stubborn to see that they are perfect for each other”, I defend the plan that is forming in my head, which Corrine is already shooting down before she’s even heard it. Thanks for the unconditional trust, my love.

“That’s what I’ve told Lola and that’s what Chris told Eddie and they still won’t realize it. That’s why our best shot at them getting back together is for them to be friends first”, she tries to talk me out of it but I shake my head. I’m also still disappointed in Chris for not telling me what was going on, but I’ll confront David Lee Goth about that later.

“Nonsense. All they need is a little help. A push in the right direction if you will”, I say, sticking to my point. They need help and if I have to be the one to provide them of that help, then I will, even if it’s the last thing I do. I hope it’s not the last thing I do. My wish is to die either on stage or in bed, that last one preferably in coital position.

“And how do you intend to do that?” Corrine questions me, knowing that I will not back down.

“I have a plan. But for that I will need to get some more help”, I tell her. To be honest, I do not have a full-fledged plan yet, but it’s slowly taking form in my head. One thing I know for sure, I won’t be able to do it on my own. I’m already assembling a team in my mind.

“Oh dear Lord”, she mutters and lets herself fall back on the bed again. Normally I’d take this as my sign to start round two, but that’s gonna have to wait for a bit. I get off the bed and start walking to her kitchen area.

“Honey, I’m gonna use your phone”, I tell her, picking the thing up from the kitchen counter. There’s something red and wet on the phone handle. My guesses are it’s either one of two things. One: tomato sauce, two: red paint. I decide not to lick the handle as I’ve been betrayed by paint in her kitchen before.

“Who the fuck are you even gonna call?” she asks me sitting up on the bed again. She looks around the sheets for something and eventually finds it. I recognize my boxers as she throws them at me. Right, she has a no nudity rule in her kitchen. I pick the underwear off the floor and start putting it on, looking around for her number list. It must be here somewhere. I pick up a piece of paper and look at it. Chinese menu, dammit.

“What I hope to be my squad of tiny, diaper wearing, fat little angels. Because this Thanksgiving we’re celebrating Valentine’s Day”, I tell her with a big grin on my face and I can hear her sigh. Sigh all you want my love, but my plan is gonna work and you’re gonna thank me for it excessively when you’re the maid of honor at their wedding.

“There’s no way of stopping you”, she sighs out as she gets out of bed as well, picking up my T-shirt from the floor. She puts it on as she makes her way over to the kitchen. Normally I’d tear off that T-shirt in three seconds, but I need to contact my chubby angels first. Then however, I will show her all the TLC she needs.

“No there is not”, I tell her, once again making her clear how persistent I am about this matter. “Now where is your number list?” I ask her, getting back to business.

“On the fridge as usual”, she tells me as she opens the fridge to take out a bit of orange juice. Once she closes it again, she takes the number list off the fridge door and hands it to me.

“I love you”, I tell her and give her a peck on the cheek.

“I love you too, but you’re an idiot”, she says and gives me a smack on my ass as she passes me by to sit on one of the chairs at her breakfast bar.

“I can live with that”, I say and give her a cheeky smile, which she answers by an eye roll as she opens up her book of Keats poetry and starts reading.

My eyes scan the list she’s given me, searching for the numbers of the people I’ll need for my plan. I think I’ve made up my list of angels. Three to be exact: Johnny, Chris and Jerry Cantrell.

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