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rosethefrikiartist · 3 years

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Yandere Friday Night Funkin Characters Headcanons

These headcanons are about the polyamorous relationship "BF x GF x Pico x Reader"

I TRANSLATED THESE HEADCANONS WITH GOOGLE TRANSLATOR AND MY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE OF ENGLISH. If anyone of you notice any grammar and spelling errors, please let me know.

Warning: The characters are OOC. In this headcanon BF doesn't speak with "beep-bops", he speaks normal. All characters are +20 years old. Contains mentions of unhealthy relationships, stalking, violence, manipulation, torture, and murder.

BF / Keith

Obsessive yandere.

Despite his street outfit and his mocking and sarcastic attitude, he is a child in need of affection

He is a love-struck guy and he had a few lovers throughout his life, but his obsessive tendencies only manifested with Pico, Cherry and (Y / N).

He knows a large part of Cherry's life and Pico's dark secrets, he needs to know even the smallest detail about you: your likes, your passions, your fears, your goals, your dreams and hopes, EVERYTHING. This leads him to review all your social networks to find even the smallest information about your life.

He is very detailed, composing and singing songs about you, saving the money he has to take you and Pico to eat or to the cinema (he doesn't do the same with Cherry because she always pays the bills before he can take out his wallet) and he graffiti their faces on the dark streets of Philadelphia.

He will not deny you having contact with your family, having friends, a work and other types of human contact, but he would be very distrustful of others, demonstrating it in passive-aggressive comments and small malicious actions (such as closing doors in the face).

He's not aware of his yandere tendencies at all, since he believes that what he does is completely normal in a relationship.

He usually feels very nervous when he doesn't spend time with you, Pico and Cherry, he constantly checking your social networks to see your latest connections. He only calms down when you text him or give him physical affection.

Disputes are very rare, but when happen he panics, because seeing and hearing the anger, sadness and disagreement drives him crazy, he will start crying and begging for forgiveness, even if he did not start the dispute. This is a bad combination with Pico's attitude, and you generally comfort him.

In case someone comes to insult you, he will go into defensive mode. His silver tongue is his best weapon and he will begin to destroy the aggressor with words, be it in a freestyle battle or in a verbal fight.

If things get physical, Keith won't hesitate to fight. This little gremlin has fast and light feet, being able to deliver several kicks in a short time. Although he doesn't have much strength, he makes up for it with his speed and agility.

GF/Cherry

Manipulative Yandere.

Don't be fooled by her relaxed attitude and her pretty face, this demonic girl can be a real beast when she proposes it to her.

She had many lovers, but none of them lasted more than a few months, since they were only interested in her because of her appearance or her money, but that changed when she met Keith and (Y / N).

She loves to be given handmade things, even if they are not expensive, because she prefers something made with love and dedication (like a letter, a dessert or a song).

She has no qualms about spending huge amounts of money on you and Keith (and Pico when he joins), whether it's shopping for high-quality clothes, dining out at fancy restaurants, or going to expensive bars. Money has no value to her, but seeing your happy faces warms her heart.

Like Keith, Cherry will not deny you have contact with other humans, but she will monitor them very closely, without ANYONE noticing her. This girl is an evil detector, and at the slightest hint of malice or interest on the part of someone, she will manipulate you to end any friendship or relationship, without raising suspicion.

She is aware of her yandere tendencies, but she justifies herself by saying that she does everything for the sake of her relationships.

She doesn't get nervous as Keith when she doesn't spend time with you (she doesn't care so much about Poco because she knows he can take care of himself, although she still keeps an eye on him), since she can check your social networks to see how are you. If that doesn't reassure her, she can hire someone to watch over you or she can use her demonic powers to do it herself.

Disputes are rare and when they occur she doesn't lose her composure. She will try to reach an agreement between the two of you to solve the problem, but if things don't improve or she doesn't like the agreement, she is not afraid to use her manipulation tactics against you. She has manipulate Keith and Pico on more than one occasion, don't challenge her.

In case someone comes to attack you, that person only has 2 destinies: pain or death. If it was only a verbal attack, Cherry may spare their life and only leave their with severe trauma and physical injuries, depending on what their said (and depending on whether it's just you and her or Keith is there too). But if it was a physical assault, that person is dead, either at that moment (especially if Pico is there) or a few hours later, but their will definitely not see the dawn of a new day.

Pico

Possessive and overprotective yandere AF

He has a hard time being able to open up to others due to his dark past, and it is even more difficult for him to be able to fall in love with someone, but when he does, oh boy! he fall hard. He has only fallen in love with 2 people: Keith and (Y / N).

He isn't a very expressive person with his affection, being quite serious at first, but as things warm up he will show more and more acts of affection.

He doesn't know how to react when you give him things, he gets very nervous and blushes, even if you give him small things or very simple details. Anything you give him (except food) he will keep in a safe and he cherished for a lifetime.

He is very suspicious and aggressive towards anyone who comes into contact with you and Keith, even they be close friends or casual acquaintances. He only relaxes when he's with Cherry, Darnell, and Nene.

The traumas of his past make him reckless and impulsive, being someone violent, but directing that violence against other people instead of against you.

Pico is fully aware of his yandere and violent tendencies, coming to feel guilty for longing for your love, but at the same time he's feeling jealous and sick if he imagines you with someone other than him, Keith or Cherry.

He is a total paranoid when you are not near him, because the voices in his head torment him telling him that someone is going to hurt or kill you, he will reach the extreme of stalking you to know where you are to be able to calm him down. If he can't do this, he ask Cherry to keep an eye on you.

Disputes happen with some frequency, generally caused by his paranoia and fear (or when he hears Cassandra's voice telling him in his ear that she will torture and kill you to make him suffer).

These disputes can quickly turn into verbal fights where Pico dissociates himself from reality (this is noticeable because his eyes go from graylish green to pure white) and he can say very hurtful things. By now, you and Cherry should calm him down (or knock him out, whichever comes first).

If these disputes escalate too far, Pico will leave the house, with gun in hand, to vent his anger and frustrations on the first petty thief he meets (however, no one will be bothered if an unidentified corpse is found in an alley in the dangerous area of the city).

In case someone comes to attack you or Keith, that person is dead or invalid, without prior exchange of words. If it is a verbal attack, the bullet will lodge in their spinal column, and if it is a physical attack, in their skull, without any remorse. Suffering can be prolonged if Cherry is there.

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acklesterritory · 3 years

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Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

And reblog so the others see this post too. Thanks

**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Thin Line

Summary: You’re wild and free. She’s strict and trained. You and Natasha are polar opposites and it drives her crazy. Each move you make annoys her to no end. But, there’s a thin line between annoyance and adoration.

Rating: 18+ Violence, Mentions of Death, and Smut

So these are getting longer, hope you guys don’t mind but I am having so much fun writing them. And don’t worry this is nowhere near the end.

Chapter 3

The second she wakes up, Natasha reaches for her side. She’s mildly surprised to find it bandaged, the white tainted pink in some spots.

She didn’t expect you to leave her to die or anything but she- well she isn’t sure what she expected. The last thing she expected though was to find you, asleep, on the floor beside her bed. Your chest rising and falling with each breath.

After taking a second to breathe and collect her thoughts, she gets out of bed and goes to shower. She’s careful not to agitate her wound as she does so.

Her eyes stare back at her in the mirror, water droplets still clinging to her forehead.

For the life of her she can’t wrap her head around you.

One second you’re reckless: running head first into a fight, blowing things up without warning, and deciding that a mission that would’ve taken at least a week to successfully complete could be done in a day.

Then the next second you’re being sweet: calling her ‘pretty girl’(yeah she heard that), tending to her wound in a seemingly gentle manner, tucking her into bed, and falling asleep in that uncomfortable spot to check on her if need be.

In actuality she isn’t sure that you care about her, you just fixed her up after an incident. Most likely laid there to make sure she didn’t die. That’s what any decent human would do. And she could at least admit that you’re a decent human.

Your voice followed the knock on the door,“ Natasha, uh, you okay?”

Her eyebrows pinch together. She pulls the door open and comes face to face with you.

She watches as your y/e/c eyes scan her form, lingering on her side.

“Do you um-” you clear your throat,“ I don’t mind helping you bandage that back up.”

Natasha’s gaze zeros in on the gash on your forehead. It definitely hadn’t been attended to, if the dried blood was anything to go by.

For the first time today, she speaks,“ seems like you’re the one who needs bandaging.”

You frown, only to instantly figure out what she means.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Barely a scratch.”

Running her tongue across her bottom lip, she reaches out and grabs your wrist. Her gentle tug has you following her into the living room.

She stops in front of the couch and nods for you to sit. Which you do. Briefly she disappears, only to instantly return with the first aid kit you had yesterday.

After sitting on the coffee table, she pulls some things out of the red container, and looks at you expectantly. You lean forward, eyes never leaving her’s, even when she breaks her gaze and starts cleaning your forehead.

“I don’t remember this happening.” She murmurs, a glance in your eyes then back to your forehead.

You resist the urge to raise your eyebrows,“ bullet clipped me right before you got hit. But like I said,” you smile softly,“ I am okay. Now slap a band-aid on this so I can patch you up.”

Her eyes narrow at you,“ what’s with this act, huh? You’ve been reckless and brazen since we met and now all of a sudden you’re quietly sweet.”

She watches as you tense up the second she says reckless and she’s further confused as you go quiet.

From that point on. Even as you put a clean bandage on her and proceed to make breakfast.

And you feel it. You feel her inquisitive gaze following your every move and you ignore it. Why? You feel so incredibly guilty over yesterday.

It was your idea to retrieve the data before you were ready, you are the reason Natasha got hurt and it killed you.

You couldn’t stop the nightmare that hit you last night. Everything had happened exactly as it did in real life. You and Natasha were fighting, you got hit, she got hit. Except in the dream you couldn’t save her.

Those words rang in your head from the second you woke up on the floor to the moment you saw her in that bathroom. Seeing her alive and for the most part well quelled your anxiousness.

That is until she just reminded you of your mistake.

You are reckless and brazen.

“Y/N.” Natasha sighs.

It instantly pulls you from your thoughts.

She’s said your last name like a hundred times, each time with a bit of disdain. But hearing her say your first name, in the soft way that she did, it spurred something in you.

Taking a deep breath in, you lock eyes with her, and release it.

“I’m so sorry Natasha.”

Confusion writes over her expression almost instantly,“ for what?”

“You’re right. I am reckless, and stupid, and brazen. You got hurt because of me, It was my idea to go into that building and I-”

Hesitance flickers through her before she’s stepping toward you. Her hands move slowly, reaching up to grab your forearms. She smooths her thumbs over your skin and it grabs your attention.

Eyes locking on her hands on you.

You’ve known her all of two weeks. In that span of time you’ve never seen her so gentle.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t shoot me and as far as I remember I agreed to the plan.” She tells you.

When your eyes meet, you don’t dare to look away.

“And I never called you stupid. In fact I think you’re pretty damn smart. You just do things differently.”

You chuckle, shaking your head,“ differently?”

“Look, I shouldn't have blown up at you after our first mission. It was a complete success and it was in big part thanks to you. Your plans work, I’m just use to a certain way of handling things.” Natasha explains.

You smile,“ I get it. One hundred percent. But I’m not use to having a team, so all I ask is that we trust each other. We’re like complete opposites, we barely know each other, and we’re in a business where trusting someone is near impossible. But I’m still asking, that you trust me, at least while we’re on missions.”

Natasha pauses. Those silvery green eyes continue to look into your y/e/c ones. She searches and searches for your sincerity, for her reason to trust you, and when she finds it, it nearly sends her to her knees.

There was no room in your eyes for any other emotion and she didn’t know she could trust someone in an instant.

"Okay.” Her words are barely above a whisper but you hear them.

It causes you to smile and it’s then you notice that Natasha has been holding your arms this whole time.

Her skin on yours feels nice, despite the persona the redhead assassin gives off, her touch is warm and tender. It’s easy to say that her touch could make you forget the universe all together.

You zero in on the tingling racing up your arms, the pounding in your heart, and the emotions rushing through your head.

“If you keep staring at my lips I’m gonna get the wrong idea Y/L/N.” Her raspy voice reaches your ears.

You hadn't even realized you were staring at her lips now. Could she blame you, what with how close you two were, how the tension in the room shifted from awkward to arousing in an instant.

Licking your lips, you make eyes with her,“ and what would that be?”

“That you want to kiss me.” Her eyebrow quirks up in the slightest and you notice a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

You daringly take a step closer, eyes darting from lips to eyes,“ if I didn’t know any better I’d say you want to kiss me too.”

“Maybe. But you’re not gonna find out that easily.”

“Don’t worry,” you lean down ever so slowly and speak low into her ear,“ I plan to work for it.”

*****

Your words left her on edge. For the past two days she’s watched your every move. And she noticed the shift in the way you did everything.

The way you leaned just a little closer than before when you poured her wine, the way your fingers lingered on her skin when she allowed you to change her bandage, or the way you’d cage her between your arms for those brief seconds as you helped her wash dishes.

She waited, quite literally holding her breath at one point, for you to do something.

By then she didn’t care how hard you worked for it, she just wanted it.

It ate at her as she laid in bed, with you just a room over.

For the life of her she couldn’t understand why she wanted whatever it was so bad. She couldn’t pinpoint when exactly she stopped being so annoyed at your usual tendencies and started feeling whatever she’s feeling.

It drove her crazy.

You drove her crazy, in a completely different way than before.

Part of her is intoxicated by it, hanging on to the feeling until you do something. The other part of her wanted it to end, but only because she just knew once you did something that feeling would amplify in the best way possible.

It’s why she told Fury that you two didn’t get the data when he asked. Apparently he caught wind that the target base had been attacked and he assumed it was you two, she said it wasn’t.

Yeah. She lied just to capture a few extra moments with you. Had you two gone back to the compound the moment may never come and she couldn’t chance that.

Currently the two of you were reading through the mission file to ensure, one hundred percent, that you did everything. She was talking you out of reading the collected data.

You were curious and it was there. But you genuinely weren’t going to read it, going behind Fury’s back like that would ruin your credibility with him and you would never. Still it was fun getting Natasha all flustered and riled up.

“Earth to Miss Romanoff.” She snaps back to attention at the sound of your voice, closer than before.

She takes in your position as you lean over her shoulder, your lips mere centimetres away from her ear.

“Natasha,” you sing,“ get your head out of the clouds pretty girl.”

There you go again with that little name!

“If you don’t reply I may be forced to use extreme measures.”

There’s the oh so alluring sound of your flirting. Exactly what put her in a daze in the first place.

She looks into your eyes but doesn’t reply.

“Oh I see, you want me to take extreme measures.”

You read her so quickly and so well that it scares her.

Is she losing her touch? She’s spent years, decades, perfecting her ability to hide her emotions. But with you it was like she hadn’t ever been trying in the first place.

You walk around the chair she’s sitting in to sit on the coffee table in front of her.

“How off would I be if I guessed that you’ve been dying to kiss me.” The instant you smirk her heart kicks into overdrive.“ In fact it’s all you’ve been thinking about isn’t it?”

Natasha runs her tongue across her lips and you watch the action intently.

It wasn’t as hard for you to realize you liked Natasha as it was for her to even think she liked you. If anything you realized you liked Natasha the moment you met her.

So of course you’ve been thinking about kissing her. And quite frankly you’ve loved every second of the teasing. It drove you crazy that plain ole you could make the Natasha Romanoff hold her breath.

“Natasha?” Her eyes darken as you purr her name.“ Do you want me to kiss you pretty girl?”

Her heart flutters and she feels like a love struck school girl. It would piss her off to no end if she ever felt the notorious butterflies because of you.

As much as she wants to kiss you she can’t find the words. So she settles for a nod.

Leaning closer, you bring your hand up to cup her cheek. Your thumb runs across her smooth porcelain skin. The look in her eyes is one you don’t ever think you’ll forget.

If kissing her was going to make that look even better then you just had to. And so you did.

Your lips press against her soft pink ones and, cliches be damned, you feel fireworks. They explode on your lips and send tingles across your face and down your neck.

Natasha feels the exact same thing. She almost feels like she’s shaking.

She can’t help but think how right she was to expect this to be incredible. But she also knows she overly underestimated.

Not a single one of her thoughts could’ve prepared her for the feeling of your lips on hers and she reveled in it.

When you pull away your name is a whisper from her lips to yours and she’s adamant on pulling you back in by the hair.

One final tug has you straddling her lap, your hands now finding her hair and tangling into the shoulder length red locks.

Weeks ago you were sure Natasha hated you but now, as you bite her lip and she moans, you know that feeling is gone.

The moment, however, is abruptly ruined as Natasha’s mission issued communicator goes off.

Your lips part and both your chests heave with ragged breaths.

A breath or two later and Natasha brings the communicator to her ear,“ Agent Romanoff.”

You make to climb out of her lap but her hand grips your hip. She levels you with a look that stills you.

“Actually we’ve collected the data as instructed.”

Her words intrigue you. You knew she had spoken to Fury about the mission before and you assumed she already told him you collected the data.

The conversation continues and as much as you would love to stay in her lap, you make the decision to get up.

Natasha rolls her eyes and glares at you and you stick your tongue out at her.

Chuckling, you collect her now empty wine glass and retreat into the kitchen.

With a moment to breathe, you let your thoughts race:

You just kissed Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha Romanoff let you kiss her.

It was the best kiss you’ve ever had, yes ever.

Nothing you’ve done before has felt so right.

But that doesn’t mean anything if it doesn’t happen again.

Does Natasha even want to kiss you again?

Cause you definitely want to kiss her again. Hell since you aren’t lying to yourself you could admit that a part of you needed to kiss her again. How could you live a life without those lips after having had them?

You don’t have time to figure it out as the angelic devil herself enters the kitchen.

A smirk rests on her lips and her eyes immediately connect with yours.

“So?” You start,“ why’re you just now telling Fury we collected the data?”

Her eyes widen, it’s barely noticeable but as always you catch it,“ what?”

You step closer, bending down in the slightest to catch her now averted gaze,“ I asked, why are you just now telling Fury we collected the data? Because you and I both know that happened days ago. And you and I both know you talked to Fury the night after we collected it so, answers Romanoff.”

She looks away for the briefest second and you catch the slip up in the confidence she exudes.

“Miss Romanoff,” you gasp,“ did you lie to Fury just to spend time with little old me?”

For the first time ever, you see Natasha’s face flush. The pink tint on her pale skin is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my god, you’re blushing. You did lie to Fury for me.”

“Shut up Y/L/N.” Natasha grumbles and turns around.

You laugh as her form retreats from the kitchen.

“Awe don’t walk away pretty girl, I think it’s sweet you wanted to spend more time with me,” you wrap your arms around her waist from behind.

She starts to relax into you hold.

“And I think your blush is adorable. The bad ass assassin going all red over me.” You continue to gush.

She rolls her eyes and pushes you away, retreating to her room with a groan of annoyance, and a small smile.

*****

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tbhwhocaresanymore · 3 years

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Merry Lizmas @alyblacklist, I’m your secret Santa! Please find under the cut a short Keenler fic. It’s not very fluffy because I’m bad at that, but I tried to keep it in the Christmas spirit.

Ressler had never thought of himself as stupid.

He had always tested well, even when he hated the subject. He was fairly good at keeping his wits about him, and even as a kid his parents had never had to tell him to not get into vans with strangers. He had graduated in the top two percent of his class from Quantico, and so if he was being perfectly honest, Ressler knew he had above average intelligence. Under normal circumstances this would exempt him from taking any sort of stupid, unnecessary risk.

But whenever Liz Keen was involved, normal became a faraway dream.

He cut through a parking garage and crossed the street to start walking in the opposite direction. He’d lost the tail Cooper put on him a few blocks ago, but he was still wary Reddington might also be following somehow. He gripped the burner phone in his pocket.

The package had arrived at his apartment two days ago, and he’d received a single text with a today’s date and an address. He’d tried to trace the number only to find it disconnected, and so he’d taken out the battery and waited.

A police car with the lights off was parked on the side of the street, a bored looking cop behind the wheel. Ressler told himself he was just being paranoid. Cooper and Reddington had no proof he and Liz were in contact because they weren’tin contact, but that didn’t mean they trusted him. This was probably good judgement on their part since every so often she sent him a phone and a single text, and every time he (stupidly) showed up where she said. It probably wasn’t the healthiest relationship, but he comforted himself with the fact that at least he was honest with her, unlike her ex-husband.

He turned the corner and relaxed slightly as the cop car disappeared from view. A light snow started falling as he maneuvered around a group of carolers, ignoring a man in white robes with a sign proclaiming the imminent apocalypse.

A sign over his destination advertised VACANCY in a flickering red light. Unwilling to let the front desk worker see his face, he bypassed the office and went around the side. He took a flight of stairs two at a time, walked three doors down, and raised a hand before hesitating.

The text was burned into his eyes. Motel 6 on Down St, Room 13. 12/24 4pm.But what if this time the text hadn’t come from Liz? Or what if it had and someone had gotten here first? He shook himself. He had these fears every time he showed up to meet her, but they had yet to be realized. He’d known what he was getting himself into the first time he came without turning her in, the latest in a long line of questionable decisions involving Liz Keen.

Ressler knocked three times, and jammed his hands back in his pockets. His breath crystallized in the chilly air. He heard movement on the other side of the door and instinctively glanced over his shoulder, checking for a tail one last time.

There was the sound of a deadbolt unlocking and the door swung open.

The clock on the bedside table ticked from 4:03 to 4:04 and Liz felt her muscles crank even tighter.

An abrupt knock on the door startled her to her feet, the gun in her hand whipping up to point at the noise.

She walked up to the door and pressed the gun against it before checking through the spyhole in the door. Ressler. No matter how many times she sent for him, each time she was afraid that he wouldn’t show up.

Liz undid the chain lock and swung the door open.

Ressler blinked rapidly as he took her in, eyes scanning her up and down. “Hey.” His voice was rougher than she remembered.

“Hi.”

She stepped aside and he entered, taking his coat off and dropping it on the armoire. Liz placed her gun on top of it, drinking in the sight of him. “Thanks for coming.”

Ressler was looking at her like he’d been afraid he might never see her again. Although considering she was waging a one-woman war against Raymond Reddington, that wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities. “How are you?” Ressler asked.

Her thoughts immediately went to the patchwork of bruises on her left side. A souvenir from when she’d snuck into a business Reddington owned fifty-one percent of, and tussled with a security guard. “Fine. You?”

“Really? You’re fine?” His eyebrows rose on his forehead. “Because we got a report of a woman matching your description breaking and entering a private bank a couple days ago, a bank that happens to be controlled by Reddington. Said woman fought with a security guard who is now in the hospital but swears he got some hits in.”

Liz pursed her lips. “I’ll admit I’m a little banged up but it’s nothing.”

“Damn it Keen.” Ressler scowled at her, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Let me take you in.”

“No.” She folded her arms.

“Then let me help you.”

“No.”

“Then what the hell am I doing here?” he demanded.

Liz felt her hands form into fists. “I missed you, you idiot.”

Ressler sighed, his shoulders dropping as he stepped forward to envelop her in a hug. Liz wrapped her arms around him, breathing deeply. She was now intimately familiar with his body in a myriad of ways, and let her hands come to rest on his shoulder blades, taking comfort in his warmth.

“What are you doing to me Liz?” She heard him whisper the words into her hair.

“I’m not doing it on purpose.” The defense had barely left her when Ressler was fisting his hand in her hair to pull her head back, kissing her harshly. She responded in kind, biting his lower lip between her teeth.

They fell into each other with a frenzy, tearing each other’s clothes off in a way that was almost violent. Certain moments stood out in her mind, ones she would turn to later when she hadn’t seen him in weeks and was cold under the covers. His mouth on her collarbone, bruising the skin, her nails scratching lines into his back, the sight of his head between her legs. The sex was angry because they were angry. Ressler was angry that Liz insisted on going this alone, was angry at himself for not taking her in. Liz was angry at the world for always taking things away, and punishing her when she tried to take things in return, she was angry with Reddington and his endless, endless need for deception and lies. They were angry about all the bodies they’d had to bury over the years.

Afterwards, spent, they laid beneath the covers of the room’s single bed. Ressler was on his back, running absent fingers through her hair, Liz had an arm on his chest and her legs mixed up with his.

She felt his chest inflate and knew he was about to speak. “There has to be some way I can help you is all I’m saying.”

Liz closed her eyes. “Can we please not do this again?” They had this fight every time they saw each other and it was getting old quick.

He sighed and pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m sorry. But thinking about you out there, all alone… it drives me crazy. I’m your partner, Liz. I’m supposed to have your back.”

“You have.” She tightened her hold on him. “You do. Seeing you like this, it helps me more than you know. And don’t think I don’t realize how much you’re risking to meet with me.”

Eventually they put their underwear and shirts back on and Liz pulled out a pack of gummy bears she’d gotten from the vending machine down the hall and a card deck. He’d been teaching her poker games like Blackjack, Razz, and Texas Hold ‘em. While her poker face was impeccable, her actual knowledge of the games left a lot to be desired.

Ressler ended up winning all her gummy bears, but she put the last one between her teeth to make him take it from her with a kiss. They ended up lying back down on the sheets, the cards getting mixed up as Ressler rolled her over and lavished kisses up and down her body, being gentle with the bruises.

After what felt like no time at all, Liz heard her text tone going off and swore quietly. She picked up their clothes on the bed, rifling through them until she found her jeans. She pulled her latest burner out of the pocket and read the message.

“What is it?”

Liz snapped the phone shut. “A guy managed to come through with something I need, but I have to go now.” NYPD had tagged the car she was using after the bank break-in, so she’d had to hitchhike back to DC where she knew someone who could get her a new one.

Ressler pushed her hair aside to kiss the mark he’d left on her neck. “Relax, I’m not asking.”

She turned around to hug him, very badly not wanting to let go. But then she closed her eyes and saw her mother’s body jerking as the bullets made contact, saw Katarina crashing to the ground, Reddington standing over her with his finger on the trigger.

“This means you have to go doesn’t it?”

Liz didn’t pull back to answer. “Yeah it does.”

Ressler knelt next to his bed, staring at the open shoe box he kept beneath the loose floorboard under his nightstand. Inside it were four identical burner phones, each with the battery removed.

Even as he stared Ressler chastised himself for being so stupid. The phones were evidence, incriminating evidence. They might not have had Keen’s fingerprints on them and she may have ditched the old numbers, but he was afraid Reddington could still use them to find her if he got his hands on them. Not to mention if anyone managed to prove Keen had sent him the phones, if Park or Cooper or Aram put in the battery and saw the message that he hadn’t reported, he could go to jail for aiding a fugitive.

But that didn’t stop him from taking the fifth phone out of his pocket and adding it to the pile. Her office and apartment had been cleared out as evidence, he had nothing else left of her.

With a sigh he placed the box back in its hiding place and turned out the lights as he climbed into bed. He found himself staring at the clock, as the minutes ticked by, until it hit midnight.

Ressler looked out the window and sighed. “Merry Christmas Liz.”

End

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wandas-sunshine · 4 years

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A Soldier’s Spring - Chapter 2

Summary: She was one of Hydra’s secret weapons; a female winter soldier. And Bucky can’t let her go through what he did alone. Everything is coming back to her, and he’s the only one that can help her become human again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, short torture scene at the end

Word Count: 3342

Flashbacks are in italics

Previously on A Soldier’s Spring | Series Masterlist

Her head was spinning. She couldn’t stay in this town. It would be too obvious and she knew that they’d find her by the time the sun came up. She weaved her way through the city, leaving a wide perimeter around the rendezvous point. Her handling team would all be waiting there for her to return just like a perfectly trained puppy.

That’s just what she was, wasn’t it. Their perfect little guard dog. Some animal that they could order around and leave chained up when they were finished with her. One step out of line and she was punished. But not anymore. She wasn’t satisfied with being on a leash. She had a mind of her own. Didn’t she?

She sped her way around the town, past signs and storefronts, until she was even a little bit convinced that she’d put enough space between her and the Hydra agents who had brought her out to play. It had taken nearly an hour for her to be comfortable. She had found a small, quiet town. That didn’t seem to calm the uneasy feeling that was settling in her gut. Even if her instincts told her that this was her safest bet, she knew that quiet towns were good at spotting anything out of the ordinary.

It was well into the night, nearly midnight she figured. That left about 3 hours until her handlers would be looking for her. She hurried, eyeing rundown houses and family run businesses until she found one she could bother with. There were no cars in the drive, and no lights inside the house. It held a sizable shed. No visible security or particularly sturdy locks.

She quietly snapped the lock off the shed and guided her bike inside. There were a few tarps folded neatly on a shelf. She tugged one down, covering her bike in the front corner and tucking herslef behind it. The corner was cramped between the motorcycle and the other clutter that likely hadn’t been touched in ages. But it felt safe enough for her to quickly drift off to sleep. She was exhausted. Something she couldn’t remember really feeling in ages.

Bucky had returned to his home, relaxing on his bed with his journal. It was late enough in the day since Shuri had insisted on keeping him for breakfast. The sun was high in the sky, and he hadn’t gotten any more sleep in the lab, but he was much calmer now. Shuri had advised yoga or meditation. He went for a walk instead.

When the phone on his stand rang, he knew it could only be one person. Shuri had given him and Steve each specialized phones. She said they would be more secure than any that they could buy, and Bucky was learning to trust whatever the girl said. She truly had become a savior for him lately. It was hard to believe she was only 16.

“Hey, punk.” He greeted. Every time he picked up, he worried that it would be the police or some special agents that had finally managed to hunt Steve down. Or Sam calling to tell him that a mission had gone sideways. But his concern always eased at the sound of Steve on the other end.

“Hey, Buck. Thought I’d call and check in. Haven’t called in a few days.” Steve said cheerily. As hypocritical as it was, and really he did know it was, Bucky hated the way Steve was always fussing about him. Mostly he hated knowing exactly what he was worried about. It wasn’t some outside threat. Wakanda was the most secure place he could be. No, he was worried that Bucky would snap again, or that he wasn’t safe enough to be on his own. But he couldn’t be angry about it. He understood, even if it stung to have his scrawny best friend worrying about him and not the other way around. Truthfully, Bucky worried every day that he wasn’t safe enough to be alone with himself.

“Don’t go worrying about me. Shuri’s keeping a close eye on me. She has me keeping some journal.” He laughed and looked at the leather book sitting open in front of him. He’d only managed a few words this time around. His brain simply wouldn’t give anything up. “She says it’ll be good for me. Help work through the memories.”

Steve gave a short hum in response. He knew Bucky too well to think he believed it was doing any good. But he figured it would be a good enough start until he decided to open up and trust someone.

“How’s the arm coming?” Steve questioned hesitantly. The arm was a little bit of a touchy subject. It had been Bucky’s idea to remove the one Hydra had fitted him with. He insisted it was for safety purposes. Just in case anything went wrong, he’d said. Everyone else knew it was more than that. But Shuri had insisted on making him a new and improved prosthetic. She confided in Steve, told him she hoped connecting it to recovery instead of all the bad the other one had done might help him come to terms with it being a part of him and not Hydra.

“I don’t need it. I’m really getting the hang of this whole one arm thing.” Bucky hoped that he didn’t sound as disgusted as he felt. “How are you? Wherever you are. How’s the lead coming along?” If Steve recognized his blatant attempt at changing the subject,he didn’t say anything about it.

“It’s alright. Sam’s out here going crazy. Driving me crazy. I’m worried if we don’t finish up here soon, Nat’s gonna kill him.” Steve gave a fond laugh, and Bucky did too. “The lead didn’t give us much. But we may have found something.”

“Something like what?” He didn’t quite like the way Steve said that.

It was early when (Y/N) started awake. She whipped her head around in a frenzy until she registered her surroundings. Then she was paralyzed by the panic setting in. Unadulterated terror. She’d run away, she’d ruined whatever plans Hydra had for their next step. When they found her, they would have her head. Maybe literally. And that very well could be the best case scenario for her.

The door was busted open with a loud crack. Dim morning light streamed into the darkness that she’d come to find solace in. She scrambled as far into the shadows as she could, pressing her body tight against the wall. Her hand wrapped around the grip of her gun. With any luck, she’d go unnoticed and she could get a move on before her captors managed to catch her scent again.

But this was most definitely not her lucky day.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” A burly agent sing-songed as he ventured into her space. The words made her skin prickle. He stepped over discarded items littering the floor, shoving others out of his way without a care for any damage he did.

“We know you’re in there, принцесса,” Another voice called from outside the door. This comment sent a wave of nausea through her. That name was the last straw. She was not their princess.

“Do you know anything about…” Steve hesitated as he read over the note Natasha had made under the Russian written in the file. “About a Кровавая принцесса?”

“Bloodred princess.” Bucky repeated back in English. “Where did you get that? The name.”

(Y/N) pressed herself lower to the ground. She could fight her way out of this if she could just get out into the open. Her brain felt too cluttered, but her body knew exactly what to do. She slipped silently towards the agent, pressed low into an army crawl. She stayed as far into shadow as she could. She wasn’t a big fan of being underfoot.

Taking him down was nearly too easy. One dash towards him and a well aimed swipe of his legs and he toppled to the ground, his head bashing against a plastic storage container on the way down. She weaved her limbs around him, her thighs pinning his arms to his sides and her arms wrapping tight around his neck to choke him. He fought as well as he could, but she was easily draining the fight from him. He wasn’t a match to her enhanced strength.

“There’s a ton of files and reports. People talk about an assassin, they call her the bloodred princess.” Steve explained. He could practically hear Bucky tensing. “There were some heavily protected files. Nat’s working on getting in, seeing what else their hiding about her.”

“She’s like me. Another Winter Soldier.” Bucky said finally. “She’s strong. Maybe stronger than I was.”

Once she was convinced he was unconscious, she eyed the contents of the shed desperately. Bungee cords. She could work with that. By the time the agent groggily came to, he was securely tied up. She headed for the door, doing her best to keep out of the light until the last minute. Who was to say how many agents were waiting for her with their weapons trained on the door.

“She was so strong when they started on her. Had a lot of fight in her. By the time they were finished, she wasn’t using it against them anymore.” There was an edge of anger in Bucky’s voice as he continued on.

Her next moves were a blur, like she wasn’t really controlling herself; She was on autopilot. She fought off the first two agents easily. They were reluctant to shoot. The last thing they needed was their weapon of mass destruction laid up with bullet wounds. She knocked their guns from their hands, sending them skittering a good distance out of reach. The first made a quick move to grab her from the front. She aimed a punch at his jaw. It landed hard, surely knocking some teeth loose and sending him to the ground in agony.

As she landed a swift kick to his diaphragm, the second agent wrapped his arms around her. Her arms were pinned and he had her lifted off the ground enough that she couldn’t manage any traction. She growled in frustration, wiggling a bit before tossing her head back hard and fast. She felt it connect with his face. A dull throb ran through her head but she brushed it off entirely. The agent groaned, his grip slipping enough to let her drop to the ground and knock his feet from under him.

The third agent was moving towards her now, seeming to come out of his hesitant stupor. He wasn’t too good at hiding his fear of her. He was new, she was sure of it. The grounded agent reached for her legs and she simply kicked at his ribs hard enough to break them like twigs.

“Stay.” She warned darkly.

“Stand down, soldat.” The final handler commanded. (Y/N) scowled. She never wanted to hear that word again.

“I don’t want to fight anymore.” She carefully scooted around the agents still on the ground until she was safely out of reach. “I just wanna go. Please don’t make me hurt you. I just wanna go.” She pleaded.

“You knew her.” Steve commented. It wasn’t quite a question, more of an observation. Bucky sighed and shifted a little bit.

“I trained with her. They would pit us against each other.”

The agent stepped closer, and (Y/N) took a couple frantic steps back. She was getting awfully close to being cornered and she wasn’t liking the feeling.

“You know I can’t let you go.” He reminded her. “Just come with me and we can get you back in the right headspace.”

“This is the right headspace, (Y/N).” The voice was back again. Strong and sure, something she didn’t feel nearly enough in the moment. She knew that voice. “Get out.”

“No.” She shook her head. “No. I will not go back there. You-you’ll punish me and take it all away again. Everything in my head. I won’t.” She was panicked now. She needed out. Then she caught it, the subtle shift of his finger onto the trigger of his gun. She ripped her gun from its holster and fired two shots.

The first embedded in his shoulder and knocked his gun to the ground. The second hit his stomach. A panicked look crossed his face as he stumbled back and clutched the wound. She was sure that her expression matched his. She was shaking. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was only a kid…

“I don’t know what they did with her. I don’t remember much else. She was only a kid.” Bucky confessed with a frustrated sigh. He wanted to be more helpful. To Steve, and to that girl who had her life stolen away from her.

“Thank’s Buck,”

“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” She ran towards him and snatched his gun from the ground. “I’m so sorry.” She repeated before turning and bolting. She needed to put some space between them and her.

She had lost track of just how far she’d run. She finally came to a stop after...she thought maybe an hour? She could feel the adrenalin wearing off as she slowed to a brisk walk. They weren’t going to give up that easily which meant she needed to get out of the open. But hey, a life on the run was better than a lifetime as a murderer, wasn’t it?

“You’ve come so far, my darling child.” The voice murmured, edging into her mind. It was softer now, warmer. It wasn’t pushing her or urging her to protect herself anymore. It was a sound of pure comfort. “Just keep going, dearest. You aren’t out of the woods yet.”

She took a deep breath and blew it out sharp and hard. She had a tendency to do that when she needed to focus. Or she had…it had been some time since she’d taken on her own quirks. It was as if she was melting into someone she didn’t know. She wasn’t acting like herself. Or like Hydra’s toy rather.

She needed someplace to hunker down and come up with a real plan. A few minutes walking and she found a seedy motel. To any normal traveler, the ramshackle building would’ve been repulsive. But (Y/N) wasn’t picky. She waltzed through the door with her head held high, power radiating off of her.

Behind the counter, a young man, maybe 19, was playing on his phone. He didn’t bother looking up until the runaway assassin cleared her throat. He flicked his eyes up, then did a quick double take and straightened his posture.

“I need a room.” She demanded. She was truly a sight to behold. There she stood in all black with her hair messy and loose. She’d lost her mask at some point during the past few hours, but her pretty face did nothing to offset the threat of the weapons she carried with such grace, or the blood that she had been stained with during the fight. She looked absolutely stunning, and even more deadly.

The kid nodded and scrambled for one of the room keys hanging up behind him. He tossed it towards her and she catched it easily with a half-hearted ‘thanks’. She didn’t have any money to pay for the stay, but she highly doubted the kid would dare try kicking her out.

The room was less than great, but it had a bed and a shower, and (Y/N) had slept in much worse conditions. She locked the door, starting to strip herself of her weapons. Knives, guns, ammo, even a couple grenades. Everything was splayed out in front of her, and the longer she looked at it, the worse she felt. How did this happen to her, when did she become a monster? Was she always a killer?

She sunk to her knees and gave in to the waves of fear. Sobs shook her body as she let herself curl up against the side of the bed. Her life was never going to be normal. She hiccupped out another sob and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. She’d always be running, always looking over her shoulder. She’d always be alone. Nobody would stay with her. If not because of the atrocities she’d committed then because nobody would risk the danger of loving a criminal. Hydra would never let her go.

“Listen, Buck,” Steve started. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But this might be our last chance to finish off Hydra once and for all.” Bucky knew exactly what Steve was trying to ask of him. He’d never tell him just how much he was dreading the question. Life was just beginning to settle for him. He had a home away from all the danger. He had a bed, and food. He had more than one person that he was learning how to trust. But he had never let Steve down before, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.

“If we can track down this girl, we’ll need you here. Will you come?” There was a long silence. Of course he’d come. But his worries were choking his throat. “You don’t have to say yes.” Steve added. It was enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

“If you can get me there, I’ll come.” He promised. And neither one of them knew if this would end the way they hoped, or much much worse.

She didn’t want this. She wanted to go home. She didn’t have any idea where she was or just how long she’d been there. They hadn’t let her sleep for more than a few moments. She was starving too, couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had something to drink. They dragged her out of the cell where they were holding her. Back towards the chair they’d strapped her to so many times that she’d lost count.

She screamed and squirmed, fighting to get away. But they were stronger than her to begin with, and she was just so weak. It hardly took any effort for the two men to strap her in again. She looked at them with wide eyes. They were bloodshot from the crying and tears welled in them once again.

“Please, no.” She sobbed weakly. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“What is your name?” A man in a white lab coat questioned her. When she didn’t answer, a sharp smack stung against her cheek. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her jaw.

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the man gave a nod. The two metal pieces moved towards her head again and she found a new strength to fight. She couldn’t take it. Not again. Her desperate pleas were cut off by an agonized scream.

She screamed until her throat was raw. She couldn’t think straight with the pulses of electricity assaulting her brain. When they stopped she slowly pried her eyes open. Her mind couldn’t put thoughts together, couldn’t bring herself to fight properly, she just squirmed weakly. And then they were repeating those words again.

Парк...

Восемь...

What did they even mean?

Сгореть...

Семнадцать...

Was that...was that Russian?

Сломана...

Гавань...

She felt strange.

Открыть...

Отказ...

Like she couldn’t think. Couldn’t focus.

Отказ...

Делить…

The man in the white coat stepped closer and leaned in towards her face. Her eyes were glazed over, distant. He took this as a good sign. There was no emotion held in them.

“How are you feeling, soldat?” He asked. Her eyes slowly drifted until they landed on him. It appeared to be a struggle for her to focus.

“Where am I?” She asked in a near whisper, tugging at her restraints. This clearly pleased him, a wicked grin creeping onto his face.

“This is a start. Once more.” He ordered.

Next Episode

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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drabble 3.5

A/N: SOOOO. I ended up making another version of one of the prompts. I promise I’m working on the other ones as well, I just couldn’t get this out of my head. Enjoy version 3.5 of the most recent drabble I posted. <3

43. “What the fuck were you thinking?” And 57. “You look so fucking hot when your mad”

Masterlist

tagged: @justahopelessssromantic

You sighed, looking at your watch for the umpteenth time. Angel was going to be furious. You had told Angel that you were getting out of work at seven and would be home by nine. Well, it was nine now and you knew Angel was worried sick. You didn’t have your personal cell phone with you, but you did have your work phone, which you didn’t give to Angel for numerous reasons. The last thing you needed was to be distracted during a mission though, worrying about Angel’s mood was really not helping matters.

Looking into the scope, you watched as your commanding officer, Cole, the same one that dealt with those white supremacist in Santo Padre, was making his exchange with some douchebag drug lord. It was the heroin that Cole had bought off from Angel. It was conflicting of interest, you knew that, but you connected them together since Angel was in a tough spot.

You met Angel through Coco, who was a war buddy of yours, serving in Iraq together. After being discharged, you had reconnected with Coco and met Angel then. You two had been dating for two years and have known one another for six. It took you some time to warm up to the idea of dating Angel, especially since you were gone often due to mercenary work you do with Cole. But, he broke you down and you two were now living together. He didn’t even know what you did for a living till recently when the ‘let’s put everything on the table’ talk occurred. It definitely felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time, Angel fretted over you constantly. It was endearing, but it could get to be much at times, like he couldn’t trust you to save your own fucking life.

“Bullet, watch the surroundings, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You heard your teammate, Ross advised. This made you groan since Ross always had such a good inkling for situations going south.

“Movement on the northwestern corner,” you warned. “I see 5 bodies.”

“6,” you heard.

You paused. That wasn’t through your comms. You felt the gun then, pressing against your skull. Looking up, you found a man, dressed in all black with his face covered.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you murmured. Letting go of your gun, you slowly made your way to a standing position, not trying to alert the man that currently held a gun to your head.

“Americans, can’t trust them.” He spat out.

“Yeah well, can’t say I blame us since you have a gun to my head.” You retorted.

“You’re beautiful for a sicario, I can put that smart mouth to good use.” You couldn’t see his face, but you know this bastard was smiling.

You giggled then. “You think so?” Hearing the gunshots outside and your team shouting out directions through the comms, you knew you had to dispose of this guy quickly. “I’m sure I can put that mouth to good use as well.”

Pushing the gun away, you punched the guy causing him to let go of his gun. Before he could even scramble to retrieve his weapon, you took out a knife you had hidden in your boots, climbing on his back. Without a moment's hesitation, you stabbed the guy right in his neck, assuring that he would no longer trouble you. Getting a few more stabs in for good measure, you took your knife out of his neck, wiping it with the man's mask which you had removed. Placing it back in your boots, you made your way back to your position and took out both men that were standing by Cole, holding a gun to his head. He flashed you a thumbs up before surveying the area that you knew had your other two teammates.

They were thankfully okay.

Quickly you packed your gun up and made your way down the building. As you were exiting, you felt the wind knocked out of you, causing you to fall back, dropping your weapon. Looking up, you see three men, one with a baseball bat and the other two with knives. You were almost certain you broke a rib as it was painful every breath you took.

“You okay Bullet?” You heard Cole ask.

“Negative,” you replied. “But I will be soon.”

The man yielding the bat hit your stomach once more, causing you to groan and roll away from them. They made their way towards you, menace in their eyes. You slightly chuckled, taking out the gun you had on your back.

“Knives and bats don’t beat bullets.” Quickly, you shot the three men, headshots for a quick kill. They fell to the ground as quickly as they came.

“I think it’s ridiculous how accurate you are when it comes to shooting people.” Cole said from the doorway with his gun drawn in case he had to take anyone out.

“Yes well, they don’t call me Bullet for nothing,” you wanted to laugh, but it hurt too much. “May have broken a rib or two.” Cold helped you up.

“Reyes’ not going to be happy.”

And you knew Cole was right, your boyfriend was definitely not going to be happy.

You groaned as Carla bandaged up your middle. One of the beautiful things about being a mercenary was having the right connections. You had your xray done at one of the urgent care’s that Cole helped out on the outskirts of Banning, CA. Nothing too concerning. Just a few broken ribs, but otherwise, you were good as new. Your phone was constantly vibrating, but you didn’t want to answer it. You should have, just to ease his worries, but you couldn’t exactly reach for it since it would be far too painful.

“You have to answer him some time.” Cole commented as he watched Carla finish bandaging you up.

“Thanks Carla, you’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, you both are a pain in my ass.” You knew she was kidding, but there was still some seriousness in her tone. She handed you some pain pills. “This will help take the pain away.”

“If we’re honest, Cole is the pain since he’s the one who gets us all in trouble.”

“You’re such a bitch,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips.

Your phone vibrated again, this time, Cole answered it, earning a death glare from you. He smirked and you took the phone from him.

“Hey baby,” you greeted.

“Where the fuck are you?” Angel angrily questioned.

“Banning, I had to get bandaged up. Before you say anything, I know I said I was going to be home at 9, I didn’t think this recon was going to take this long.” You wanted to plead your case before he even started. Angel could be unreasonable when it came to you.

“You could have texted me on your work phone Y/N, I’ve been worried sick.” Angel paused. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“To be fair I was thinking about you the whole time, especially how sorry I am that I didn’t let you know we were going to take long.”

“Wait a minute, bandaged up? What happened to you?” You noticed that his tone changed from angry to worry, it was like 100 to 0, stepping on the brakes to avoid an accident type of change.

“I got hit with a bat, broke a few ribs, nothing too crazy.”

“You’re fucking insane, you’re driving me fucking insane. I’m coming to get you.” You heard him rummaging around, most likely for his keys.

“No, it’s fine, Cole is going to drop me off. Just wait for me at home.”

“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack. I’ll see you later.”

Angel hung up then. You sighed, shaking your head. There wasn’t even an ‘I love you’. “It’s going to be a long night.” You laughed, but quickly stopped as the pain was sharp. “This next few weeks are going to suck.”

“Well, you’ll have time to recover, can’t have you in the field in this state.” Cole helped you down from the examination bed.

“Cole, I literally shoot people from building tops, I think I’ll be fine.” You argued. You didn’t like not doing anything. Though, you could go to your other job, which was a front for this, but at the same time, you would miss the action far too much.

“Don’t be stubborn,” Cole scolded. “This is for your own good. Besides, Reyes is not going to let you out of his sight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sighed, not looking forward to the argument between you two. “Mind if I stay at your place tonight?”

“Nice try kid, come on, I got to drop you off at Santo Padre still.”

Cole drove you home, though, everything was a blur to you since the pain killers were definitely kicking in. Your door opened and you knew immediately it was Angel just by his scent alone. No painkiller was going to mask that. You heard him exchange a few words with Cole, nothing hostile, but you weren’t exactly sure what they were saying. Angel carried you to your shared apartment and laid you in bed.

“Baby,” you called out to him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, just get some rest.” He kissed your forehead.

Sleep enveloped you rather quickly. When you opened your eyes next, the sun was out and the pain was back.

“Ow,” you groaned, carefully turning to see if it would help your pain. It provided some relief, but not much.

“That’s what you get for not answering your fucking phone.”

You looked up and found Angel sitting against the headboard, dark circles under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep.” You frowned.

“How can I? I was worried sick something was going to happen to you if I even closed my eyes.” Angel rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tiredness. Since you were up, he felt more at ease.

“I’m good.” You stubbornly replied even though your left side was aching, the pain becoming sharp when you moved too quickly.

“Are you?” Angel scoffed. “Because your face says otherwise.”

Looking up at him, Angel was wearing a black tank top. His arms were crossed over his chest, accentuating his muscles. “You look so fucking hot when your mad.”

“Don’t try and be cute,” Angel’s lips quirked up.

“Nothing I say is going to make it better, I’m sorry.” You sat on his lap, straddling him. “I love you,” you placed kisses all over his face.

Angel softly grabbed your thighs, letting you place kisses all over him. As angry as he was, he knew you were hurting and being angry wouldn’t do much for you.

“I love you too querida, but can you try to not give me a heart attack? I really don’t like you’re fucking job, but I can live with it since it’s what you love to do.”

“I don’t love killing people,” you sighed. “It’s just what I’m good at.”

“You’re also good at charming people.”

“Only works on you, so doesn't count.”

Angel laughed. “I hate it when you get hurt.”

“So you know how I feel when you go on runs.” You pointed out, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, this shit isn’t the same. I go on runs not thinking I’m gonna fucking die. You literally go there knowing there’s a possibility you’re not coming out alive.” He was running his fingers up and down your spine, the motion was incredibly soothing. “You’re the love of my life, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

Your eyes began to feel heavy due to Angel’s ministrations, but you tried to keep them open. Feelings were never you and Angel’s forte, but you two were always able to share things with one another to some extent. You two didn’t believe in sugar coating anything.

“You’re the love of my life too, I would probably lose my mind if I lost you.” You pulled away looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you or text you. I promise next time I will.”

“Simple as that.”

Angel was thankful for your presence in his life. You two didn’t always get along, but that’s what relationships were all about, up and downs.

But through it all, Angel loves you and you love him.

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ak47stylegirl · 4 years

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Life Changes: Chapter 16

Chapter 16 is done! wooohoo! XD

This fic is dedicated to @gumnut-logic (also thanks Nutty for letting me use Jack XD)

The rest of the chapters can be found here. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! XD

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Virgil pov

He rolled over in bed, staring blankly out at the city skyline; the sun having risen long ago. Three days have passed since that dreadful night, and Alan still hasn't woken up.

Their baby brother had fallen in to a coma.

The doctors had started to suspect that Alan could have suffered undetected brain damage, ordering brain scans to be performed. And as it became clear that Alan wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, the hospital had moved him to a more secure, more permanent room in the ICU.

Where they could visit him freely and without restrictions on how many of them could see him at a time. Kayo had also doubled their security immensely in the last couple of days, doing background checks on all of the hospital staff.

And it was no surprise to any of them that Dr Jim Smith was on the list of ‘don’t come ten feet near Alan or you die’ list. Kayo had been very insistent on that. As well as background checks, Kayo had also (somehow?!) compiled a team of vetted and trained security guards for them.

There were three guards standing watch outside their hotel room right now, along with two more guarding Alan’s hospital room. Plus Kayo, who insisted on protecting Alan personally and not even hell freezing over would change her mind.

And in a sense, Kayo was also guarding Scott, who had barely left Alan’s side; only leaving to eat, sleep and take bathroom breaks. Even Grandma couldn’t get him to leave on the threat of home cooking…

Which wasn’t a threat that you take lightly, she would actually follow up on it but even that time old trick has lost its magic in the last few days. Their world was falling apart, and a little bit of burnt food didn’t scare them like it used to.

The hospital was encouraging them to talk to Alan like he was awake and could hear them, that hearing their voices could help him regain consciousness.

But he couldn’t even step foot in the hospital after seeing Alan laid out on that hospital bed; Neck in a brace, unable to breathe on his own, almost lifeless in his stillness.

He had stumbled out of the ICU and into Scott’s arms, sobbing his heart out on his big brother’s shoulder. Repeating over and over again that he was to blame, that it was all his fault!

Scott had pushed him away slightly, his hands placed firmly on his shoulders with an almost furious look in his eyes. “It is not your fault, Virgil!” His brother had snapped, blue eyes ablaze with emotions.

“There nothing-” Scott’s voice cracked, wavering slightly, “-you could have done, so please stop this…”

He had been so startled by...well the fact that Scott had been pleading with him, begging him to stop blaming himself, that he had just nodded mindlessly. He was just so tired at that point, that he just wasn’t going to fight Scott on it.

That first night, he was in such a state of distress that the only way he was even able to fall asleep was because Grandma had chosen to sit by his bedside until he fell asleep; effectively comforting him enough that he was able to finally fall into a much needed deep sleep.

He was a complete wreck of his normal self. All while falling asleep that first night, all he could think about was how much of a failure he was. And he still was thinking that, because he couldn’t even muster up the will to get out of bed.

It was like his mind and body had just shut down completely. Before he was feeling too many emotions; now, he was struggling to feel anything. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat…

Every time he closed his eyes, he would see his baby brother bleeding out on that gala floor or on that hospital bed, so still, so lifeless…

And with every day that passed with no sign of Alan waking, his nightmares got worse and worse. He knew John and Gordon had noticed, how could they possibly not have? They were sleeping just a bed or two across from him.

He hated that he was worrying his brothers, because why else would they be here with him when they could be at Alan’s bedside instead? He thought with a sigh, looking over at his brothers, who were sitting on the bed across from him.

John was sitting in the corner of the bed, legs crossed as he furiously typed away at his tablet. All while ignoring Gordon, who was spread lengthways across the bed, half-heartedly strolling through his phone.

The room was filled with an anxious boredom as they waited for Grandma or Scott to call them with some form of news on the results of Alan’s brain scans.

But the nearly endless wait was driving them stir-crazy…

When will they hear some news? And would they like what they may hear? If he was being honest, he was dreading that phone call. Because what if the results came back positive?

Hasn’t Alan suffered enough?

“Honestly!?” Gordon yelled, causing him to jump and look over at his brother, who was glaring at his phone. “you would think they would have better things to report on then our family!”

“Unfortunately” John lowered his tablet with a weary sigh. “Anything happening to our family is front-page news to those people..”

Gordon scowled, throwing his phone down on the bed; missing John by a thin margin. “Well, I don’t care if it's front-page news or whatever, why can’t they just say out of it?!”

Gordon’s face crumbled slightly as he moved into a sitting portion, hugging his knees. “His face is plastered all over the interwebs John…” Gordon whispered, his voice losing its anger and in its place was an immense sadness.

“Along with those grainy photos of Virg-” Gordon frozen, suddenly realising that he was, in fact, awake and looking right at him “Um, I mean-”

He sighed deeply, forcing himself to sit up, “You mean those cellphone photos of me desperately trying to keep Alan from bleeding to death?” He answered almost emotionlessly as he rubbed at his face tiredly. “I have seen them already, Gords..”

He couldn’t even turn the TV on or go on his phone without getting blasted with reminders of what happened. And even then the news networks would be blasting it from the tallest skyscrapers.

It was like it was haunting him everywhere he went...

He frowned slightly, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He could feel John’s eyes on him, scrutinising him like he was a complex math problem John was trying to figure out. He didn’t like it...

“Um...yeah, those photos…” Gordon mumbled, rubbing his arm nervously, his eyes flickering between looking at him and not looking at him; Gordon’s reddish-brown eyes filled with barely masked concern.

Everybody has been giving him that look lately…

Gordon looked over at John, “Can’t you or Jack do anything about it? Like maybe get them taken down?” Jack was their lawyer and a pretty good one at that.

John sighed again, shaking his head. “Jack is already flat out busy with making sure the people responsible for all of this get life in prison..” John explained, his frustration and fury at the people responsible for hurting their little brother clear in his voice. “Doesn’t help that the GDF is being difficult…”

“Difficult?” He wondered softly; his curiosity peaked, “how so? I thought It would be clear and easy?”

They attempted to kill Allie; the GDF should easily see that they deserved to get life in prison?

John’s eyes flashed to him again with that same masked concern in them as Gordon’s eyes had. “You would think so, but the higher-ups of GDF are thinking of treating this as an attempted robbery gone wrong, rather than attempted manslaughter because, well-” John hesitated, avoiding their eyes.

“Because?” Gordon questioned.

John sighed wearily, looking up at them with a deadly serious expression, “-Because apparently to them there isn’t enough proof to prove that Alan getting shot was intentional...”

His eyes widened in horror.

What?!

“What?!” Gordon exclaimed, jumping up from the bed in outrage “Not enough proof?! Alan is in a coma and paralysed because of that asshole!” Angry tears had gathered in Gordon’s eyes. “Maybe even brain-damaged! How is there not enough proof?!”

He stood up and walked over to the window, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and keep some kind of control over himself; what happened to not feeling anything?

Deep breaths Virgil, deep breaths...

“What about all of the witnesses?” he questioned, facing away from his brothers as he glared out the window. “Everybody saw it, you…” his voice shook “you couldn’t miss it if you tried..”

Alan’s terrified eyes, a flash and a loud bang. Allie on the floor, blood everywhere; baby brother crying in pain. That man laughing...

He gripped the windowsill tightly, glaring out at the skyline, “Everybody knew why, it wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t a stray bullet…” He took a shaky deep breath, feeling his eyes fill with moisture, “He looked right at me and said ‘International rescue couldn’t save my sister from being paralysed, so now I’ll return the favour!’”

He turned to face his brothers, both their faces bleached pale; Gordon’s more than John’s. This was the first time he has spoken in detail about what transpired that night to his brothers. “There's no way that wasn’t intentional..”

“They’re going to get what they deserve Virg, Jack and Lady Penelope are confident of that…” John spoke, his voice taking on a gentler tone, the tone he uses when he’s talking to distressed and panicked rescuees.

He hated the fact that John felt the need to use that voice on them, on him...

“It may not seem like it but…” John’s shoulders dropped, his brother’s eyes filled with exhaustion. “But it only has been three days since that night; court cases take time...”

“Feels way longer than just three days…” Gordon muttered softly, scuffing the sole of his shoe into the carpet. “Especially with Allie not..” Gordon dropped back down on the bed next to John, wrapping his arms around himself tightly, “you know, waking up..”

Every single one of big brother instincts was screaming at him to go and comfort his brother, but he hesitated, and in that time, John had beat him to it.

“I know Gordy...” John sighed sadly, pulling Gordon in a loose one-armed hug; their little brother collapsing like a rag doll against John's chest with a little sniffle.

His already broken heart seemed to break even more at the sight of their mischievous and fun-loving little brother looking so down; so drained of happiness and hope.

Sometimes he forgot that Alan wasn’t just Gordon’s little brother but his best friend as well. How didn’t he noticed that he wasn’t the only one that wasn’t dealing well with Alan's injury?

The self-hatred he was feeling towards himself seemed to double at that thought.

“They’re not going to get away with this Virgil; I promise you that..” John promised, aqua blue eyes looking right at him, voice leaving no room for argument. “Jack, Colonel Casey, Penny and I are going to make sure of that..”

“I know…” He sighed, running his hand through his ungelled hair, turning to look out the window again; just being able to make out the hospital in the distance. “I’m going to have to testify, ain’t I?”

“If you’re willing and that is what you want to do, of course, you can..” John explained with an odd, almost worried tone to his voice. “but Scott, Grandma and I were talking, and we think it’s a better idea if you don’t..”

“What?” He turned around in astoundment. Even Gordon looked confused, looking up at John with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean, don’t testify?” His fist clenched slightly as anger started bubbling in his stomach. “If I don’t, they’ll get away-I..”

He bit his bottom lip, glancing out the window as anxiety flooded him again at the thought of those people being able to walk free. “I…I have to testify, or else they’re...they’re..”

“Virgil..” John’s voice cut through his panic, sounding incredibly sad as well as concerned. “With how many witnesses there were, you don’t necessarily have to testify for there to be enough proof to prove them guilty..”

“But…” He glanced back at his brothers, and the first thing that hits him is just how concerned they looked, both of them; even Gordon. They weren't even trying to hide it from him anymore.

His fists clenched as he turned his face away from his brothers. They did think he was broken, didn’t they? Why else would they be acting like this?

“We just don’t want to push you too far by forcing you to relive that night, Virg” John explained gently, “you have been through a lot these last couple of days after all..”

Understatement of the year, he thought with a scoff.

John continued, “and we don’t want to see you get hurt any more than you have been..”

His eyebrows furrowed, the anger starting to bubble in his stomach again. He wasn’t the one that was hurt, what was John going on about?! Alan was the one that was hurt!

Not him! He thought as he gripped the window sill tightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to push his anger down. He didn’t understand why he was getting so angry at his brothers; they were worried about him because they cared.

But maybe he wasn’t really angry at them but more at himself? Because deep down, he didn’t feel like he deserved their worry; he was the one that had let their baby brother get shot after all. They should hate him...

Like he hated himself...

“That’s why we think testifying in front of all those people, including the guys responsible for this, isn’t such a good idea..” John explained, his voice filled with brotherly concern; which just seemed infuriated him more. “Especially when you don’t necessarily have too..”

Things went silent for a moment; like his brothers were waiting for him to say something, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk, he didn’t trust himself not to start shouting if he did.

John sighed, sounding slightly disheartened “Scott wanted to be the one to talk to you about this, he thought you’ll probably take it better from him than anyone else..”

He rolled his eyes, looking out at the skyline. Of course, Scott would want to be the one to talk to him. That was typical Scott, always wanting to be the one to shoulder the burden.

But that meant that even Scott, his best friend, though he was..was broken? He realised with a shaky gasp, a feeling of betrayal missing into the anger he was feeling. Sure John had mentioned Scott being a part of this before, but the meaning of it all was only just hitting him now...

“I’m not made of glass…” He whispered tensely as he turned to face his brothers, anger seasoning his voice like a strong chili, hot and burning. “So will you please stop acting like it?!”

His voice had raised to a shout, like he feared it would; but right now, he didn’t care. John’s eyes hardened a touch, but they were still filled with that same concern that filled him with rage.

Gordon flinched, brown eyes wide with startled fear and concern, “Virg, John was only saying-”

“I know what he was saying, Gordon!” He snapped at Gordon and instantly regretted it as Gordon’s eyes filled with hurt. “Gordon I-”

“Forget it..” Gordon muttered as he got up from his position on the bed, “I’m going to take a bath; closest thing I'm going to get to a swimming pool for a while..”

The shared bathroom door slammed shut.

“We're just trying to look out for you, Virgil..”

Just as fast as his anger appeared, it disappeared just as fast; maybe even quicker, leaving him feeling empty and hollow once again. He turned to look at John, feeling horribly lost.

“I..i know, I just-” Suddenly being stuck in a room with the people he had just yelled at, was too much for him to take. “I’m going for a walk, call me when you hear news…”

Then he ran, only stopping long enough to put his boots on and grab his phone before he was out the door; not looking back.

He was getting really good at running away it seemed...

#thunderbirds are go #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Life Changes

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daisylincs · 4 years

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What about 14/23+54 for staticquake? Please and thank you. 😊

14 = Bodyguard AU, 23 = Performer AU and 54 = Secret Relationship.

Once again thank you to Grace for the wonderful prompt!! In fact, it was SO wonderful I got totally carried away, and wrote this monster of a bullet point-fic. I would say sorry, but I enjoyed myself far too much. Ah, well. I hope you like it, too!

Lincoln is an Ed Sheeran-level singer-songwriter who fell in with a bad group - but, kudos to him, managed to get away from them. Problem is, now he's in quite a lot of danger because of it.

But, being totally stubborn and unreasonable, and above all a musician, Lincoln flatly refuses to give up on his performances.

Mack, his manager, throws up his hands but knows there's no point in arguing (he has learned the hard way that it will get him. literally. nowhere.)

So he compromises: Lincoln gets to go on giving performances IF he agrees to have a bodyguard with him at all times.)

Lincoln hates the idea - "I'm not a baby, Mack, I can take care of myself, and also there's NO WAY I'm letting some musclebound goon ruin my shows by standing there glaring all the time."

Mack gets a little smirk on his face at this point that has Lincoln thinking, oh dear. "Don't worry," Mack says, "I know just what to do."

And Lincoln really doesn't like the look of that smirk - Mack only ever wears it when he has A Plan™.

But he figures, best not to complain now - he can always fire the musclebound goon tomorrow, and anyway the muse is a very flighty thing so he has way better things to be doing.

The next day, Lincoln goes into his office fully expecting to meet, well, a musclebound goon. Instead, he finds a pretty girl perched on his desk making notes on her phone.

At first, he thinks she's lost, and being way too nice for his own good, he tries to help her find where she's actually going.

Only… "Oh, no," she says with a cheerful smile, "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

"No, no," he says, still nice because she's quite pretty, even if she is in totally the wrong place. "This is a private office, actually."

She hums her agreement - "nice decor, too."

Lincoln is getting kind of annoyed now, because pretty or no, she's wasting his time. "You don't understand," he says. "This is Lincoln Campbell's office. I'm supposed to be meeting my new bodyguard here."

The woman gives him a cheeky grin. "I know," she says. "Pleased to meet you."

Lincoln's jaw drops practically to the floor as he finally gets it. "Wait… you're my new bodyguard?"

"Daisy Johnson," she says with an exaggerated bow. "Graduated from May's academy with highest honours. I also have a degree in computer science, and by the way, your security system is crap."

And, much as he doesn't want to be, Lincoln is impressed. Really impressed. She's only been here, what, fifteen minutes, and she's already hacked his security system?

Also, a graduate of May's Academy? He knows next to nothing about the bodyguarding business, but… wow.

And as he quickly learns, she's every bit as stubborn as he is. More, probably. If he doesn't want protection, well then that's too bad for him, she's here whether he likes it or not.

After just one morning, he's already thinking that if he has to be stuck with a bodyguard following him around 24/7, he's glad it's Daisy.

Days pass, and they get more comfortable with each other, falling into a routine that's almost friendly. He sleeps in, she mocks him for it as she wakes him up with coffee. After breakfast, he goes to the piano, while she improves some tiny feature of their now incredibly sophisticated security system. If it's a show day, or if he's meeting fans, they'll head out to the car together. Daisy has made her routine bug sweep into a kind of game, being unbelievably dramatic about flinging open the doors and declaring them "clear!" before bowing him into the car.

During the drive, they chat about everything and anything (Daisy is hilarious, and her stories about the family she found at May's are the best. He feels like he knows Fitz and Jemma personally, and wants to smash their oblivious faces together as much as Daisy does.)

When they get back from whatever show or interview he finished (or after a morning of song-writing), they like to play board games together. Daisy is insanely good at battleships, but he always beats her at backgammon.

And Lincoln never, ever thought he'd say this, but he really likes his bodyguard. Impossible as it would have seemed to him a few weeks ago, she's become his friend.

(It helps that she's not some musclebound goon, after all.)

Which, great as it is, is also kind of a problem.

Daisy is the furthest thing from a musclebound goon… because she's really, really pretty.

And smart. And funny. And all-around just a great person. Honestly, could you even blame him for crushing on her?

Luckily, Daisy hasn't noticed. (He thinks.) And he intends to keep it that way - he is NOT willing to lose his friend over the shitshow that is gossip tabloids. He knows that if the press gets even a hint of something between them, it's tickets for them.

So, no, he's not willing to risk even thinking about his crush too much.

Too bad Daisy seems determined to make him think about it as much as possible.

"I'm bored," she informs him for the fiftieth time that afternoon.

"That's just because you're losing in backgammon," he points out, also for the fiftieth time.

She rolls her eyes. "No, I want to do something." Then her eyes light up with what can only be a really terrible idea. "I've got it! Come spar with me in the gym."

"No!" There's no way he's going to agree to spar with her - seeing her in workout clothes every morning makes it hard enough to stay in his self-imposed friendzone, he isn't going to go making it WORSE by doing something as physical as sparring with her.

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?"

That's the thing about Daisy - once she has hold of an idea, she will not let it go. And she'll resort to any means to get him to agree, even the hugely unfair advantage of puppy eyes.

"Fine," he sighs, and the way her whole face lights up makes him think maybe it's worth going through the torture of a whole sparring session.

He reconsiders that as soon as he's actually there. Daisy in full-on sparring mode is a whole new kind of beautiful - eyes shining, grinning hugely between panting breaths, curls loose and tangled around her face. She looks so alive, and God, he has never been more smitten.

She kicks his ass.

Twice.

And on the third time she pins him, she huffs and goes, "I know you can do better than that."

"Sorry," he says, trying his best not to dwell on the fact that she is currently lying on top of him. "You're just really distracting."

Shiiiit, he thinks, cursing himself immediately. Why, why, why did he say that?

But Daisy's gaze simultaneously softens and turns mischievous. "Is that so?" she asks, leaning forwards so her curls are tickling his face.

He has to catch his breath, because when she's leaning over like this her lips are suddenly really close to his. And also, did she just flirt with him, a little?

He shifts his head a little, trying to ignore how this brings her lips even closer. "C'mon," he says. "You know you're really pretty."

She raises her eyebrows. "Is that all?"

"Of course not," he says. "You're smart, and kind, and funny, and badass. Daisy, you're… you're brilliant."

He doesn't know how the mood turned from playful to so sincere, but he does know he means every word.

And Daisy knows it too. Her eyes soften, and before he quite realises what's happening, she leans down and kisses him.

He kisses her back, of course he does. And when they break apart, he sees his own feeling of oh-God-what-did-we-just-do reflected in her eyes.

They look at each other for a long moment… and without having to say a word, they agree to leave the questions and worrying for later, and for now, let themselves just feel.

And, well, they do.

The next morning, Lincoln wakes up happier than he can remember being in a long time. Daisy is stretched out next to him, the sunlight painting her skin gold.

It has to be the first time in history he's up before she is, and all he can think is how beautiful she looks.

She wakes up, too, shooting him a sleepy smile that has his insides doing funny things, and for a few precious minutes they just bask in the warmth of the moment.

But all too soon, reality comes crashing back.

"I'm your bodyguard," Daisy says, scrambling out of bed with a look of dawning horror on her face. "This breaks every rule in the book, I can't do this."

"I'm so sorry," she adds quietly, giving him a stricken look as she's halfway out of his room. "You deserve so much better, I should never have done this."

"Okay, first of all, I was hardly an unwilling participant," he says, and her lips quirk up despite everything. "Second of all - I've been torturing myself for weeks trying to tell myself I'd get over it, but I really like you, Daisy. And I know better than anyone how impossible this seems - believe me, I've analysed every corner of it - but I can't let you go."

She looks like she might still walk away, but she hesitates just inside the door. "What do you want to do?" she asks quietly.

And it's crazy, and it's stupid, but he says it. Secret relationship.

Daisy stands in the doorway, biting her lip, but slowly, she starts to grin.

And that's how they start dating in secret.

The funny thing is, their lives don't even change all that much. They still share a coffee in the morning, chat in the car and play board games in the afternoon. They still make each other laugh like crazy and get along like a house on fire.

The only real difference is that he can kiss her whenever he feels like it, provided no-one's watching. That, he thinks, is the best difference he could ever have hoped for.

They just need to be very careful not to get caught kissing.

But after the first few weeks, caution turns into a kind of game - how far can we take this before someone'll be onto us?

They are almost caught SO many times, and it just gets funnier every time. (Daisy's latest excuse: she needed to inspect his bare chest to make sure he wasn't bugged. Joey's face… Luckily for them, Daisy leaned poker faces from the best.)

In short, life is great. He's got a job he loves with great people around him, and the best secret girlfriend anyone could wish for.

It's so great, in fact, that he kind of forgets Daisy is actually his bodyguard.

She doesn't forget, though. And she does her job.

Because at his latest concert, some freaky terrorists decide it's just the time to try and make a statement by murdering a popular performer.

Honestly, those poor terrorists. They never stood a chance against Daisy.

Everything would have been one hundred percent fine if he hadn't called out "Daisy!" and rushed off-stage when he heard the gunshots, suddenly remembering with a cold shock that his girlfriend was also his bodyguard and currently being shot at.

But unfortunately, he doesn't really stop to think. He rushes off stage, not giving a damn what anyone might think, to make sure she's all right.

And the thing is, she's fine. Until she sees him.

Then she freezes, for just a second, but it's enough for one of the terrorists to get in a shot.

He sees it all happen in slow motion - the blood seeping out and staining Daisy's bodysuit, Daisy herself swaying and collapsing to the floor. He hears the shot a second after it hits.

He runs over, his entire world suddenly panicky and terrified. Not Daisy, no, he can't lose her; oh, God, this is all his fault.

Somehow, Daisy manages to squeeze his hand. He understands the silent message for what it is - it's going to be okay.

Even when she's been shot, she's still so unbelievably strong. He squeezes her hand back and won't let go even when the paramedics come rushing into the building.

He keeps gripping her hand as they load her up onto a stretcher, not even caring about the reporters that swarm them as soon as they're outside.

The paparazzi can go fuck themselves. His girlfriend needs him right now, and that's more important than anything else.

The next few hours, where he's waiting tensely as Daisy is in the operating theatre, are some of the longest of his life.

At some point, four people (two men and two women) come rushing into the hospital, faces white and drawn. He's never seen them before, but he recognises them. May, Coulson, Fitz and Jemma. Daisy's family.

The intimidating one, May, takes one look at him and goes "Daisy's boyfriend?"

"Yeah," he says, so surprised he almost forgets his worry for a second, "how did you know?"

May snorts and tells him that he's about as subtle as a brick wall, oh, and Daisy tells her everything.

He smiles faintly at that. And the five of them - they don't know each other, but in those awful, uncertain hours, they form a bond, the kind that can only form in times of extreme stress when someone you all love is in danger.

When the tired-looking nurse finally comes out to tell them Daisy's going to be okay, they hug each other on the spot. And it should be awkward, but all any of them can think about is Daisy, so it's not. It just feels right.

They troop into her room, all five of them together, and a very dopey Daisy smiles weakly up at them. Lincoln immediately reaches for her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles and lacing their fingers.

Daisy gives him a small, tired smile, but then her brow squinches in confusion. "Wait… we're supposed to be a secret couple."

Jemma coughs. "About that." And she shows them the latest gossip headlines: Lincoln holding Daisy's hand for dear life as they rush her to hospital.

"Oh, that's not good," Daisy says, frowning through the effects of her heavy sedatives.

This would have totally panicked Lincoln just a few days ago, but now… he almost lost her. The tabloids seem paltry and insignificant in comparison.

"How would you feel about going on a date when you're better?" he asks, because he thinks she and everyone else in the room needs some cheering up. "A proper date, not a secret meet-up in the closet."

Coulson raises his eyebrows, like, too much information. But Daisy grins. "I would love that," she says, just slightly slurred through all the drugs.

"Good," he says, and kisses her forehead. She's smiling as she drifts off.

Watching her, Lincoln thinks that their secret relationship was never meant to be. It was a lot of fun, sure, but it was never meant to last.

They were always going to end up being a real couple.

And honestly? He couldn't be happier.

The end.

#tropes mashup #bodyguard au #performer au #secret relationship #staticquake #bullet-point fic

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years

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Guess Who [7]

[A/N : SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN IN THIS ONE]

Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Character Death, Mafia! AU

Words : 3.8k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

As soon as I closed the door I leaned my back against it, sliding down to the floor. I buried my face in my hands, feeling how my whole body shook borderline violently. Back then I was fueled by anger, only seeing red but now that the moment had passed I felt terrified once more. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, this overwhelming sense of dread washing over me again. I placed my hand over my heart as it started to ache but it wasn’t because of the heartbreak I had gone through and am still admittedly going through, no it was because of something entirely different. It felt like that bullet he fired straight into my heart before was piercing my skin once more. I felt the pain I felt that night but it was so much worse. It was getting so bad I felt like I couldn’t breath, my lungs felt like they weren’t getting the oxygen they needed. I closed my eyes, trying to snap out of it but it seemed like it was no use, no matter how hard I tried. It felt like I spent hours on the floor trying to come back but in reality it was only a few seconds. Just when I thought I was going to pass out I felt something kick at my leg. I froze at the sudden contact, my shaking stopped immediately when I looked up to meet his gaze. He sighed heavily before crouching down in front of me.

“Breathe.”

That was all he said but hearing that word fall from his lips had my lungs suddenly working again. I sucked in a huge breath of air, my eyes trained on his face. The look he wore was one I had hoped to see again after so long. I couldn’t get a word out as I stared at him, watching as a small smile played at his lips. Without warning he reaching out, patting the top of my head affectionately...just like he used to. But instead of pushing his hand away like I would usually I let him, relishing in this moment.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice soft, as if he was talking to a child.

I bit my lip and shook my head, thinking it would cause another riff between the two of us if I was caught lying to him. I already felt terrible about what I had said to him earlier when I left, lying now would make things worse. He frowned at my answer nevertheless, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. He didn’t say another word as he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me toward the couch in silence, making me sit down. He went to force me to lie down, presumably to tell me to get some rest but I stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

“You’re not going to ask more?”

He shook his head, that frown still on his face, “It doesn’t look like you want to talk about it so I won’t push the subject. Now why don’t you try going to sleep, huh? It’s late and we still have some planning to do tomorrow.”

I grew confused at his words, being reminded once more of the way he was before everything went south between us. But with everything going on I didn’t have the energy to question him, simply nodding my head.

-Sehun’s P.O.V-

I sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, waiting for her to fall asleep. I hid my clenched fists in my pockets, my mind going wild with what I just heard outside a few minutes ago. I can’t believe that bastard had the nerve to show up in front of her after what he did to her and to come here? Of all places? That guy was an idiot. I had wanted nothing more than to march outside and beat his face until he was unrecognizable and I was going to until I heard her words to him. I could hear the anger behind her words, feeling my heart ache for her. But what hurt the most was hearing the way her voice shook with every word. It was barely noticeable and I’m sure he didn’t catch on to it but I knew her well enough to know when she’s trying to hold herself together. She was trying so hard not to let her true feelings show, trying to remain strong in front of him but I’m sure if he said one wrong word she’d break.

I watched her as she slept, my chest tightening at the look on her face. Even in her sleep she looked so unbelievably sad. Sure I was an asshole to her and may have added to her sadness but it didn’t mean I cared about her any less. She was more important to me than anything else in this damn world. I only acted the way I did because I was hurt; hurt that she wouldn’t believe me, hurt that she picked him over me, hurt that she practically abandoned me and for what...some asshole that only lied to her and played with her heart. I had every right to act the way I did with her up until this point...but that doesn’t mean I don’t regret some of my words. The look in her eyes when I said those things to her...broke my heart. I reached out hesitantly, brushing her hair out of her face. She’s always the one dragging me out of the dark but I can’t seem to do the same for her, I only do more damage, pushing her further into that darkness. Her words from earlier made me realize that.

“No matter how you feel about me now...just know that you’ll always be my brother, you can hate me, despise me even but the way I feel about you will never change”

The way her voice sounded so desperate for forgiveness...so pained, hurt. She was in pain and I was only adding to her pain, only thinking of myself. I exhaled shakily, regretting everything. I regretted not deleting the footage right away and encrypting it instead. I regretted dragging her back here after those years abroad. I should’ve listened to her when she suggested staying away but I convinced her to come back. I rubbed my hands over my face roughly at those thoughts, feeling like complete and utter shit, tears in my eye.

“I’m sorry…” I let out in a voice barely above a whisper, feeling the lump in my throat.

It was in that moment that all thoughts of revenge left my mind. The only thing I could think of was getting her out of here and away from all this. Move her somewhere no one will be able to find her, not Baekhyun and not even Jongin. I’ve known Jongin for years and I refuse to believe he’s acting this way out of love, I know that bastard too well. Before I wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for the man but I could tell what his true intentions where the moment Y/N woke up from that coma. Instead of taking that bullet I would be the one firing it if he’s thinking of doing what I think he is. Just knowing how much a scumbag he could truly be made my blood boil.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

It had been a few days since that incident with Baekhyun. I couldn’t get him out of my head. The way he looked so ragged, so out of it...I was so confused by it all. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he’d been losing sleep this whole time, over what I couldn’t tell you. I raked my fingers through my hair, shaking my head to rid myself of these thoughts. Whatever he’s going through it’s none of my concern. The only thing I had to worry about at the moment was getting back at him and giving him everything he deserved.

“What do you think?” Jongdae asked, looking over at me.

I raised my brows, giving him a confused look, “Huh?”

“I was asking you what you thought of the plan.”

I looked down at the desk, shaking my head once more as I tried to remember what they had all been talking about before I spaced out. They had suggested ambushing him and his group while we still had the upper hand, who knows when they’ll rally up more people to fight alongside with them. But now that I think about Baekhyun doesn't look like he’s in any condition to fight.

“Run it by me again.”

“We send in Chanyeol and Junmyeon through the front door to draw their fire while you and I sneak in through the back door. Sehun and Jongin will be on the roof when everything starts. As soon as they hear the first shot fired they make their way in through the windows on the second floor, working their way down.” He explained to me carefully.

I sat back, thinking this through. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander around the room, seeing how Sehun was more drawn back than the others. I didn’t pay him any mind as I met Jongin’s eyes, questioning him silently.

He smiled before giving a nod, “It’s your call, doll.”

I nodded, looking back down at the desk before speaking, “Fine. We go with that. Everyone gear up we’re leaving in a few hours. Let’s give these sons of bitches hell.”

That was all I said before walking out of the room, leaving them all to themselves. As I left, I failed to see the glint in Jongin’s eyes at my word and the smirk on his face. Even if I had seen it I’d think nothing of it. Right now my focus was on Baekhyun and Baekhyun alone.

My mind had been going crazy the whole drive. The day has finally come, the day I make Baekhyun pay for everything before I could rest, once and for all. I looked down at the gun in my hand, noticing it was the same gun he had used on me that day. I closed my eyes as the memories resurfaced, clutching onto the metal weapon.

“B-Baek c'mon this isn't funny. L-Let me go.”

“I was never joking to begin with, love.”

“Remember when I said we're gonna play a little game? Well I'm sure you know what Russian Roulette is.”

“Tell me, did it give you some sick satisfaction to kill Jieun like that?”

“B-Baekhyun please I-I know you’re not going to believe me but I swear--I swear on my life I didn’t kill her!”

“What’s that look for love? What are you angry that I killed your dear friends? You’re in this mess because of them!”

“I hate you! I fucking hate you! Fine! You wanna know who killed her?! I did! I did it!”

I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder, clenching my hands over the gun before feeling someone take it from me. I opened my eyes to see Jongin was the one who took the gun from me, a look of worry on his face. He frowned as he looked into my eyes, placing the hand he had on my shoulder atop my head.

“You know you could’ve stayed home for this right?” He asked, his voice low.

The two of us were sitting in the back, alone, the other four in their own thoughts as Junmyeon drove the van. I sighed heavily after having a look around the car, my eyes landing back on my now empty lap.

“I wouldn’t have been able to sit still if I stayed back…” I said softly, avoiding his gaze, “Besides...I need to be the one to finish this, I can’t have you all fight my battles for me.”

Jongin chuckled softly, his arm now slung over my shoulders, “This isn’t just your fight you know that doll? We’ve all got some score to settle doing this. Sure what he did to you was what gave us a push but this was bound to happen sooner or later.”

I said nothing, nodding at his words. I kept quiet the rest of the way there, my nerves still trying to get the best of me. Just when I thought they would take over the car stopped, Junmyeon turning to us all.

“It’s time.”

Everyone nodded at his words, getting out of the car and into our groups. Jongdae was adjusting his weapons when he was pulled aside by Sehun. I looked over at the two questioningly, wondering what they had to talk about. I watched on as they spoke in hushed tones, too quiet for me to try and listen into their conversation. I don’t remember them getting along enough for them to be talking like that but before I could voice my questions to the two I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it was Jongin before even looking at him, hearing his voice over my shoulder.

“Be careful out there doll, we don’t know if he’s recruited extra men or not. If you see things going sideways you run you understand?”

I turned to look at him immediately after those words, “I’m not leaving you all behind.”

“Doll...if you die all this-”

“I won’t. So you just make sure to stay alive too,” I said sternly, cutting him off, “Let’s go Dae...we need to be in position before they get started.”

I called for him over my shoulder, shrugging Jongin’s hand off of me. It’s like a flip within me switched, all the doubts I had completely vanished. I was left without any doubts, without all those useless emotions and again used my anger to fuel me. I dug down deep to find the purest form of that emotion, feeling it consume me as I made my way to the back of the house with Jongdae following closely behind me. I felt like an entirely different person, surely if I were to see myself in the mirror I wouldn’t be able to recognize the person staring back at me.

“Y/N…”

I ignored him, staying within the treeline as I stared at the back door intently.

“Y/N.”

“If you’re going to tell me to run if things go south I don’t want to hear it.” I said curtly, narrowing my eyes at the sound of leaves rustling.

I shook my head, getting paranoid. I’m sure it was just Jongdae. I looked around the clearing behind the house, my eyes on the trees and what might be hiding behind them.

“People are going to die here tonight and if I’m one of them then so be it. I’m not running away anymore.”

“That’s quite noble of you, I can see how you snuck your way into Baekhyun’s heart now.”

I froze at the sound of a familiar voice, remembering the one it belonged to. Kyungsoo. I turned around quickly, just in time to block his punch but he was stronger than I was, pushing me out onto the clearing. I stumbled over my feet before regaining my balance. I snuck a look over to Jongdae only to see him preoccupied with fighting a woman I didn’t recognize.

“Ah ah ah, eyes on me.” Kyungsoo tsked, grabbing my attention.

My eyes widened at seeing him charge at me. I just barely managed to pivot out of the way. So he was stronger, not faster. I had been caught off guard and I was still able to sidestep him. I can win, I thought to myself, allowing a smirk to play at my lips. Clenching my hands into fists I got into a fighting stance, confident now. I could see him raise an eyebrow, an amused look on his face. He must not have expected me to fight back. Clearly he didn’t know I knew my way around a fight, and now after training over the past few months I could use a knife in said fight if I wanted to but for some reason I wanted to test my own strength to see if I could beat him empty handed.

He charged at me once again and like before I spun out of the way but he changed it up this time. Instead of running right passed me like I had hoped he kicked my legs out from under me, his arm on my shoulder as he slammed me to the ground. I let out a small grunt, feeling the air leave my lungs but I recovered quickly. Before he could do anything I brought my knees up and kicked at his chest, throwing him off of me. He rolled on the ground for a second before stopping himself, staying down on one knee. He grinned, punching the ground underneath him before rising to his feet. I did the same, getting into my fighting stance once more. He chuckled but instead of him coming to me I went to him. I ran at him, making it seem like I was going to tackle him, seeing him dig his heels into the dirt. I smirked at seeing him do that. Just as I got close enough he swung at me but I ducked out of the way, sliding across the grass and kicking at the back of his knees, taking advantage of his surprise at seeing me dodge his punch. He let out a groan as he was forced to kneel. Just before he had the chance to stand up again I wrapped my arm around his throat from behind. As soon as I did that he put his hands on my arm, trying to pull me off of him. I pressed down on his throat, hoping to cut off his airflow enough for him to pass out. What I didn’t expect was for him to reach up and grab at my head. Before I could even figure out what he was doing he pulled, harshly. He pulled me over his shoulder and slammed me back down onto the ground, landing a punch to my face.

“I don’t care what Baekhyun said about not touching you. You’re pissing me off and I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” He said through clenched teeth, his eyes shining with annoyance as he landed another blow to my face.

I winced at the pain, his words about what Baekhyun said not escaping me but I didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on them. Without a word I swung my own fist up, just barely grazing his jaw as he moved away from the punch. He grabbed at the collar of my shirt roughly, pulling me to sit up. He stood in front of me and without warning he punched at my face once more, harder than before. I lay on the ground, disoriented, trying to fight the pain that throbbed throughout my face. Within seconds he was kicking at my stomach, a sickening crack being heard after one particularly hard kick. I let out a scream, knowing it was one of my ribs, curling in on myself.

“See, you’re just a bitch that needs to be put back into her place.” He spat out with a chuckle, kicking at my stomach once more.

I let out a wet cough, tasting blood on my tongue. I could faintly hear Jongdae fighting with that woman, I heard the woman let out a shrill scream, drawing Kyungsoo’s attention. This was my chance. Quickly, without alerting him I pulled my knife out of my boot, sitting up and plunging the blade into him. I made sure to stab him up through his ribs, his eyes staring back at me surprised. I set my jaw as I twisted the knife within him, knowing I hit his heart.

“Who’s the bitch now.” I said in a low voice, pulling the knife out and letting his now lifeless body fall to the ground.

I spat out the blood that was in my mouth onto the ground next to him, rising to my feet. I gave him one last look before directing my eyes over to Jongdae. What I saw wasn’t what I was hoping for. He was lying on the ground, writhing around in pain while the woman stood over him, an anger in her eyes that even scared me. She looked absolutely rabid as she set her sights on me. My eyes widened when I saw her run at me, knife in hand. There was no way I’d be able to fight against her in the current condition I was in but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try. Gritting my teeth together I bared through the pain, clutching onto my own knife tightly. I tried side stepping her like I had done with Kyungsoo but I was injured and too slow to move out of the way in time. She managed to slice at my arm, the one holding the knife. My hand shook at the pain, now grabbing the knife with my left hand. I stumbled back at seeing her walk slowly towards me, closing the distance between us. Is this really going to be where I die? Just as she lunged forward to plunge the knife into my heart something, or rather someone stepped in between us. I stared at the back of Jongdae’s head in shock, seeing him silently pull out his gun before firing a bullet into the woman’s head. The woman fell to the ground with a thud, Jongdae also falling to his knees. I reached out to catch him just as he was falling back, tears clouding my vision. I touched the knife in his chest with trembling fingers, knowing there was no way he’d survive.

“Why…?” I said in a voice barely above a whisper, knowing if I spoke any louder my voice would break.

He smiled softly, reaching up to brush his fingers across my cheek, “I made a promise.”

“You idiot...why would you make a promise like that?” I asked, the tears now slowly cascading down my cheeks.

“Because you’re worth giving my life for…” He said, his voice low now, “I’ve never done anything noble in my life before...saving you from Baekhyun was...the only thing...I’ve ever done right. Even--Even if I was asked...to keep you safe...at all costs...by the only man that’s ever wanted...what was best for you...I would’ve done it...all on my own.”

“Jongdae…” I all but cried out, watching the life leave his eyes, “Out of everyone you should’ve been the one to walk out alive...you fucking idiot...why…?”

He smiled softly once more, for the last time before closing his eyes. I closed my own eyes, choking on a sob as I held him close before laying him down on the ground gently. I brushed his hair out of his face, my tears hitting his skin.

“I’m sorry.”

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nadineselfships-archived · 4 years

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Hard Decision

Pairing/s: John Seed/Nadine Sinclaire

A/N: FIRST REVERSE AU FIC ARE YOU EXCITED? John's had a long day and has an Interaction(tm) with The Baptist, let's go.

TW/s: drowning mention(very brief and vague)

It was another long hard day for John; running from peggies, getting attacked by wildlife and getting captured by James to top it all off. He never understood why James bothered capturing his siblings and himself, all he ever did was rant about how what The Mother was doing was for the good of everyone and how they'd be free from the pain if they just accepted her word.

His words never made much of an impact and they always escaped with nothing but bruises and lost time.

Michael's methods never really work on John either, no one's ever been able to get into his head and mess with him very easily so of course Michael can't either. Which just ends in John getting roughed up as Michael gets more and more frustrated with his witty quips and sarcastic comments.

The only member of the crazy cult that ever gets to him is Nadine, the self mutilating Baptist with the confidence of a lion. Whenever they speak to him on the radio or capture him John always feels himself get lost, he hangs off every word and follows every movement. They were probably his biggest threat, if them attempting to drown him didn't prove that, and yet he was utterly drawn to them.

He couldn't explain why his heart ached as they spoke about their childhood, or why he felt the need to reach out and kiss their scarred skin and comfort them when they looked at him with a shielded gaze. John never dared tell his siblings what really went through his head whenever he returned from an interaction with the youngest Sinclaire sibling. Joseph would be appalled, Jacob furious and Rachel ever so dissapointed.

He couldn't bear that.

So why, he wondered, was he currently crouched in a bush in front of Nadine's ranch watching them through a window? This was wrong in so many ways and John couldn't figure out what he was doing, there were patrols of peggies wandering the grounds and at any second one could spot him. Why was he risking being here? Why, when all he wanted to do was rest, was he risking his life to see a glimpse of the enemy?

The enemy that said his name in such a way that left chills running down his spine and a fire ignited within his ribcage. The enemy with eyes that so desperately beg for his attention and drown him in their intensity whenever he meets them. The enemy that is staring at him right now-

Shock washes over John and his body goes rigid. Nadine's now standing in front of the window and leaning against it, smiling at him in a way that showed their own surprise. Surely he wasn't so exhausted that he just threw himself straight into their lap this time? Apparently he was, and, apparently, he had.

John doesn't know what to do. He's afraid, he tells himself. The electricity dancing along his spine and through his veins from their gaze is nothing but his nerves screaming at him to run. He knew he'd been caught because the peggies began to walk to their cars and drive off. The radio in Nadine's hand being the culprit for the act he was sure. A different response than he was expecting but even more unsettling somehow.

The sound of static from his radio nearly topples him over, the world had been nothing but white noise a second ago and suddenly all he could hear was Nadine's dangerously inviting voice.

"Johnny what a surprise, I heard you saw James today, have fun? He told me you left in the middle of your playdate though, that was a little rude don't you think? After he went to all the trouble to set it up for you too."

Their voice was like honey as they casually walked through their home, John watching them with wide eyes as they dissapeared from one window and reappeared in the next. He couldn't find his voice to retort anything witty or sarcastic, he couldn't even get himself to stand and run like he knew he should.

"You look tired Johnny, why don't you come inside and rest your weary little head a moment? I'm sure your little 'friends' can manage without you for an hour."

John's heads snaps to the doorway as he hears Nadine speak but not from the radio. They stand on the patio so confidently, as if there were no possibility he'd take his rifle and put a bullet in their head. He knew even if he wanted to he couldn't. He wouldn't.

Nadine's eyes are peircing, he can see a demand in them, one that's always there. Say yes. That's all they want. John shouldn't be conflicted. He should shoot them and walk away, tell Joseph they can now move into their ranch and have one less cult member to worry about. But he can't. He can't say yes and he can't walk away. He was truly lost.

This wasn't a normal situation, he wasn't tied to a chair and he didn't have a gun to his head. He could leave whenever he wanted. But the way Nadine leant against the railing of their patio had him hypnotized. He stood shakily and the way Nadine's eyes lit up when he did caused nothing but more indecision.

His hesitations cause Nadine to move, they walk to the stairs of the patio but each step down them is a step John takes backwards. They pause at the foot of the stairs, dissapointment flashing in their eyes but quickly being hidden with amusement.

"You've come all the way here John. Why come all the way to my home if you're just going to sit outside and watch me? What's the goal? Was this a stake out? Collecting information for your brothers? Planning to take over my ranch?" Nadine slowly saunters forward as they speak, anger flashing in their eyes as they let their theories run wild in their mind.

John is backing away as quickly as his lead heavy legs will let him, his blue eyes are fixed on Nadine's intense gaze and before he knows it his back is against a tree and they're standing three feet in front of him.

"It wasn't a stake out. Joseph and Jacob don't even know I'm here." The words clumsily stumble out of his mouth before he can think. He curses himself as a sly smile stretches across Nadine's face. Why did he lose the inability to make good decisions or think clearly when they were near him? It's like he reverted back to before he was able to form a coherent thought process.

"Now I'm even more intrigued, you're here alone and you didn't tell anyone were you are. I really thought you were smarter than that Johnny, or, maybe you've just finally come to see the truth. That I'm right. And you're here to finally give in, it would be nice to end our little cat and mouse game wouldn't it?" Nadine took a large stride forward and smiled giddily up at him.

They were close enough that John could faintly smell cedar wood and mint, an odd yet intoxicating mix that was so uniquely them. Or just their choice of bodywash, a small detail John didn't linger on for long.

"Sorry to dissapoint doll, but I'm not here to confess my sins." John quips back, finding a small surge of bravado to hold onto as he straightens his back and looks down at them. A frown wipes away their smile and John feels uneasy under their glare.

"Then what? What could you possibly be here for?" Nadine snaps, the aggression and irritation the same as it always was when he refused them. He should be more afraid, should have flinched at their quick spark of anger but instead he softens. Amidst the anger is always floating specks of rejection and hurt and John can't help but want to take back his words and say something else.

But he can't. His family needs him.

Nadine needs him. He thinks he might need Nadine.

He shakes his head, begging the intrusive thoughts to leave him alone so he can section Nadine back into the bad guy box with their siblings and be at peace. But life's not that easy and not so black and white, no matter if Joseph or Remiel wanted to beleive it was.

"Bath." John can't think of any other lie and he feels embarrassed as Nadine's brows furrow and they stare at him in confusion.

"I was going to wait until you left and have a bath." John expands the lie, hoping it was close enough to being somewhat believable. Nadine looks unimpressed.

"I see." The mutter plainly. John is just relieved they beleive him.

Until they're moving again and reaching out their hand to tuck a loose strand of his hair back into place. John's face is on fire, their hand grades his forehead for a second and John can feel his mind racing.

"You do look like you crawled out of a cave this morning." Nadine hums, eyes dragging over him from head to toe and leaving him feeling vulnerable and bare even though he was well armed and fully clothed. They turn and walk away, back to their ranch and John tries desperately to ignore the cold empty feeling they leave in their wake.

"You can use the bath, I've got no where to be however so if you plan on waiting me out you may be here a long while." Nadine walks effortlessly back into their home, not turning back once and leaving the door wide open for him.

The only thing left for him to do was make a decision.

#self insert #self ship #oc x canon #fc5 #self ship fic #fc5 reverse au #my writing #nadine writes stuff #The Angels Baptist #so i wrote this at 2 am and i'm really happy with how it came out akzkfkskajfkg #writing me in this AU is trickier then expected!! i've never written myself as the antagonist and i'm thriving tbh #writing John is also tricky because in canon the boy don't shut up and he's very sure of himself #but in this au he's caught between two worlds and i make him Nervous tm so he's a little less suave around me lol #it's pretty fun to write actually anyway sjdkfkfjg #i also love how i end with a cliff hanger because it's one that fits so well there liks i feel like i did a good ending for once akskfkgk #he probably does go inside to bathe but sneaks out because the guilt hits him and he can't handle talking me again #which makes me very dissapointed and i tell him that on the radio and then sulk for three days lmao

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cyanidefilledcandy · 4 years

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So, gonna be talking about some sensitive stuff right now...

I am extremely and beyond frustrated right now.

So, the other day, I made a mistake a butt-dialed my sister’s phone while I was at work. (Note: I work overnight.) Later that day, I get a call back from her. I was planning on telling her I made a mistake and whatnot, but instead, a guy answers with a “Who is this?”

This is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves. Do NOT call MY phone and ask me “Who is this?” Regardless of if I called first or what, you don’t have to be rude. I’ve had people mistakenly call me before. And so, I would call back like “Hey. How are you? I got a message or call from this phone. May I ask who this is.” Like, it’s not hard to not be a fucking asshole. So, I responded with “Who is this?!” And they got quiet before hanging up.

At first, I’m wondering if her phone got stolen, so I call my mom to find out. But, before she even picks up, it dons on me that maybe it was her baby daddy, and naturally, I’m wondering why he has her phone and I immediately land on the answer. If it was indeed him, he probably thought I was some guy or something stupid, if my sister didn’t have my number saved. So, I call my mom who confirms that her phone wasn’t stolen to her knowledge. Then we call my sister and my mom hangs up.

I asked my sister if he had her phone and at first she’s like “No. We don’t go through each other’s phones like that” because I do have her old number in my phone and never deleted it. Then she adds “I reckon...” That gives me pause. And then she informs me that her phone has been deleting numbers and contacts, etc. (which thinking about it now, I’m starting to have suspicions about...) I’m boiling, one because I hate being hung up on and two, I’m starting to see shady shit. Going through someone’s phone, especially when they are not around is WAY overstepping a boundary. And two, why the fuck would he have her phone when she’s at work alone without a car, and WORSE, I would find out...

So, my sister says she’ll check with him and I tell her to warn him to never hang up in my face again. She gives a little nervous laugh and I let her get back to work. I start to message him and tell him myself that I don’t care how he treats other women, including my sister, he’s GOING to respect me, but hold off on it. (Though, I’m still considering it.)

Fast forward to today, I talk to my mom who asks me had I heard from her and if she was alright, which I did. She video called last night. Long story short, my mom was babysitting my niece yesterday and didn’t have any food, so she asked my sister if she could go and get the card from BD, which....

My sister tells her that he’s at the job he supposedly lost months ago (they both seem to have forgotten she already said he “lost” the job). So, my mom drives there only to be informed that he doesn’t work for them anymore (big shock). My sister then tells my mom that he works in a different department and...

ALSO, not only does he apparently have her phone and her food stamp card, but also has her BANK card, and.... I’m so pissed and over this situation.

This guy has never been any amount of good. He doesn’t work. Has a car he never lets my sister use. Doesn’t even watch his own kid (or spend time with her from what I’ve seen and heard). Used their kid to claim her on her taxes, which he didn’t tell anyone about and didn’t give my sister OR the kid a cent. And acts like he’s SUCH an important part of my sister’s life and that she would just be LOST without him. Again, he doesn’t work at all and my sister has family out the ass she can go to. My sister got her apartment. She and my family furnished her apartment completely. This guy didn’t do shit. She doesn’t NEED him at all.

At first, I thought the dude was just a deadbeat, but now I’m starting to see he’s an abuser. Even before then, my sister wanted to move up here to make a better life for she and my niece and he whined that “she was taking his daughter from him”. Honestly, I should’ve seen the signs early on. But, now it’s so blatantly obvious and I’m just not at all here for it.

I know exactly where this is going and if she doesn’t get out now, it’s going to get to a point where she will not be able to. But, I also know that abuse victims absolutely will not leave their partners no matter how bad things get until they’re ready for it. And my sister’s smart. I know she sees what’s going on. At first, I thought she was afraid of her child growing up without her parents in the same household because she knows how my parents’ divorce affected her. Now, I’m starting to wonder if she might be afraid. She’s kicked him out twice and he’s sobbed to get her to take him back, but still... The guy is HUGE, so maybe she really is...even though my mom and her husband live less than 5 minutes away from her and my mom’s husband, even through his bullshit, does think of us, my sister especially, as his daughters and is pretty street hard, so....he’d fight for her. My mom would kill for her. My mom literally stabbed someone in the head for yelling with my sister in the room. (Note, this person was not yelling AT my sister...just with her in the room....and my mom stabbed her....in the head...) My dad and most of his siblings are ex military, he, at least, is armed and very over protective. (It took me three whole days for me to talk him down from killing the people who attacked me.) And then there’s me...

I’ve always been protective of my sister and I’m honestly at a point in my life where....I just don’t care.

So, speaking of that....when she calls me tonight and i make sure the phone is in her hands and he’s not around, I’m just going to be frank with her. Again, I’m at a point in my life where I don’t care to tiptoe around people’s feelings. I don’t care to bullshit. I’m going to tell her straight up that this is abusive behavior and she needs to get out NOW. Because it’s only going to escalate from here and it’s going to get to a point where either she can’t escape or he’s going to kill her or my niece (which God and Satan and every other deity in the universe help him if he does). If she wants to leave and she’s scared to, all she has to do is say the word. She doesn’t have to say or pack anything. I will be down there to get her and her baby and drive them back up here. If she’s scared he’ll hurt my mom, my mom can come with us. Hell, she’s not doing anything in that shitty town anyway except for being miserable. We can go back at a later date with my dad and we’ll pack up all of their stuff and get a storage room until we can do better.

God in Heaven knows I want to leave this fucking state, but if it comes to the point where we have to get an apartment here, then so fucking be it. And if that motherfucker even LOOKS like he wants to do something, I will light his ass up like a house during Christmas.

Again....I’m at the point now where I don’t care... I hesitated to kill the fuckers who attacked me because I didn’t want my stepmom to come home to find her daughter dead. Because I loved my stepmom more than I hated her bitch daughter (and believe me when I say that is saying a LOT, and not just because of what they did to me). Lo and behold, they’re still here today and out of jail to abuse their children for another decade. I also once had a friend tell me that, though I had the desire, I didn’t really have it in me to kill someone when my sister was seeing a pedophile. I think he was right...back then. I swear....that hesitation is not there anymore. Even right now, it’s taking everything in me not to just borrow some money from my friend, head down there now, and put several bullets in him right now. Literally everything in me. And I don’t give a fuck if my sister and niece hate me for the rest of their lives. I really, really don’t. I love them more than I hate him, true enough, but that’s exactly why I won’t hesitate to put that fucker down....because I know in the end, they’ll be better off. The world would be better off. And I know I’m not God and I have no right to make that decision, but if the alternative is my sister and niece wind up hurt or dead, then oh well. I’ll go to Hell for that...

It’s funny....I had a dream when my niece was first born that my niece got killed, he was responsible for it, and my sister was in denial about the whole thing. I chalked it to just a crazy dream, but....

But, anyway, I’m going to lay it on the table for my sister. I know she’s not going to want to hear it. She’s going to get pissed off. She’ll ignore it. She may even hate me. But, it’s going to drive me insane if I don’t at least say my piece. (And yes. I will tell her to make sure she deletes it when she’s done reading; I’m not an idiot.) But, maybe if the seed is there, and maybe if I remind her that she does indeed have options, then she’ll wisen up before it’s too late. Maybe not now....but before it’s too late.

Sorry for the length (to anyone who actually read this until the end), but I just had to get this all out. Again, I’m so pissed and frustrated and holding back the urge to commit murder without probable cause, so I feel like I’m going to explode, and I want to just kill myself because I can’t handle the idea of my sister and niece being hurt, or the fact that my sister is smarter than this and that she likely won’t listen to what I have to say and.....I’m just tired. I’m tired of the world.

People act like it’s so hard to just be decent fucking people and then the ones who refuse to listen to reason and keep themselves in a shitty situation, and I’m just tired of caring about people more than they care about themselves. And I’m tired of caring about everything so deeply and being powerless to do anything about anything and I just have no idea what to do with these pent up feelings right now, other than violence (either against someone else or against myself). I’ve tried drawing, but that didn’t help. Maybe this blog will at least calm me down to the point where I don’t feel so impulsively and manically violent, though....

#diary #rant #abuse #domestic abuse #emotional abuse

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kumiegeire · 4 years

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brushing gold - fought for

(Brushing Gold is a series of reflection posts on my personal journey to rediscover my — and your — value in Christ.)

The Lord will fight for you while you [only need to] keep silent and remain calm. [Exodus 14:14] You need not fight in this battle; take your positions, stand and witness the salvation of the Lord who is with you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not fear or be dismayed; tomorrow go out against them, for the Lord is with you. [2 Chronicles 20:17] for the Lord your God is He who goes with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you. [Deuteronomy 20:4]

As I was reading these verses, the words ‘fought for’ came up. It’s the picture of my extremely powerful Father pushing me behind Him, shielding me from attacks, and hurling His power against the battle because I’m precious to Him and He will not let harm come near me (not even a finger gets broken, Psalm 34:20 says). I need only stand in His shadow, in safety and in calmness, to witness the victory. And He is winning.

But it’s not just the peace that comes with knowing I don’t have to battle through life. We, as humans, protect what’s precious to us. What would drive us to jump unthinkingly and without hesitation in front of a bullet for someone else? I bet you wouldn’t do it for an absolute stranger on the street. Just think, what great love He must have for us to stand before us and take on the battle and every vicious attack! How desperate He must be for our salvation. How crazy important we must be to Him. He fights for us. That doesn’t just mean victory for us. It also means that He loves us so incredibly much that He wouldn’t think to do otherwise. He can’t lose you. You are too precious to Him. He’d even give His life for you — and He did.

This may well be my last brushing gold post, which is just as well, because five is the number of grace. 🤷Here’s to praying that the truths live within me as deep-seated foundations for my life, and I will not forget them. And you too, if you’ve followed me on this journey. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for us!

#Jesus #God #value #journal #worth #bible #spilled thoughts #thoughts #reflections #christianity #faith #love #you are valuable #Godly living #verse #arise

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feraldivine · 5 years

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The Bear and The Queen

This was a request from the lovely @fussy-and-a-writer-sometimes

“reader/character is running away after their mother dies, and it’s the middle of winter. Their friends try to stop them and follow them to a frozen river where they then fall in, right after they tell their friends, they love them”

Thank you so much for this. Writing has become my therapy and I needed some therapy today.

As always my request remain open.

WARNING: Talks of abuse, suicide, death.

If you look around you would see an absolutely beautiful scene.

When I look around snow is everywhere. It's like a white blanket comforting the earth. In the distance a couple of kids having a snowball fight. A few meters from the kids sits a group of women.

The sight of the women brings the tears back full load. I’m doing the right thing here. My momma was the only thing that kept me going. She was my warrior. The only person who could protect me from my father.

I guess she’s in a better place now, right? That’s what people say when others die at least. They claim the good people go to heaven and the bad get sent to hell. How can we say which is which? How can we as humans go about defining the difference between good and evil. They claim there is a God watching. If that is true then where is he? Where was he when my father was beating my mother and I senseless.

In my opinion, my mother was a wonderful woman. My dad though, he was the epitome of evil. He beat and abused the both of us. Which caused my mother to end it before he could end us both.

They found my mother with her stomach sliced open. In her hand, was the gun whose bullet ended my father.

All of this has led me here. Time to run I suppose. Not sure where I will end up, but it sure as hell is not in the arms of another evil man.

There is this place my mother would always take me in the summer. This beautiful lake in the middle of the woods. It was our safe place when dad drank too much.

I guess it's the only way I have to say goodbye. I chuckle to myself while running my fingers through my hair. I have been walking for hours. Normally we would drive here, but I know the cops are probably looking for me. They wish to question the integrity of my parents. They want to know why. Funny thing is, I would love to know the answer to that as well.

I can finally see the lake in the distance. Sadly yet poetically, the lake is frozen over much like my heart at the moment.

As I make it to the edge of the lake I take in everything around me. Can I honestly do this?

I am scared, bruised, and i'll most likely never accept the touch of another person ever again.

“Kouver!” I hear a shout in the distance, causing me to spin around and step back onto the ice.

When I turn I see my friends there, all running to me with their hearts on their shoulders.

I smile sadly while shaking my head. “Please just go home you guys. I can't do this without her.” I hear myself cry out. I slowly take more steps onto the ice as they walk closer.

My friend Amelia steps forward with both of her hands up in surrender before she drops to her knees. “K, please sweetie, get off the ice I'm begging you. We can help you. You know we would do anything for you” she begs while tears fall from her eyes.

I can see the rest of my friends agreeing. Luke is nodding his head with tears of his own coating his face. Ava is is hesitating, crying while opening and closing her mouth. She wants the right thing to say and I get that, having been there myself many times with her. Diesel looks angry, clenching his fist with his jaw locked. I wonder if its because of my state or my actions. Char, short for Charlotte, hanging onto his arm like she's attempting to stop him from coming over here and grabbing me himself.

Then there is my Abel, bear as I call him.. My sweet, caring, and protective Abel. He has fought so hard to save me. As I look to him I see his mouth moving. Most likely trying to stop me as I continue to take steps back. I look down when I hear a crack.

“Baby please listen to me” I finally hear my bear’s voice break through “Kouver, think about what you’re doing. If anything think about how it’ll break me. The rest of our friends. Kouver we love you can’t you see that? We’ll run, I’ll go with you. No one is forcing you to stay here. Just me and you until we’re eighteen, we only have two months left” he cries out to me.

When I look back to him I see he is on his knees. The look on his face only shows one emotion - heartbreak. Did I cause that look? He’s the only person I have let close to me and yet I hurt him.

My heart breaks a little more before I respond “Bear, you promise we could be safe? My heart will not make it through any more trauma bear.” I yell out to him. My feet started to walk back towards him. I have to console him. I don’t want to cause anyone hurt. They all look so broken, is it because of me?

Abel stands up before responding to me again, the tears falling freely. “Kouver, I promise you that nothing will happen to us. I’ll keep you safe, we can get a puppy, I’ll assure that no one ever hurts you again princess. Please just get off the ice.” he cries out, sounding broken yet relieved.

By the look on his face I can see he seems happier than before when he was on his knees. I can make him happy, and I know he would never hurt me. With that thought I take another step forward when I hear the ice crack again.

“Bear the ice is cracking, I don’t think I can make it off the ice” I cry out, the tears coming back full force. I have to say goodbye. I smile sadly before I continue “Luke, you use to be a complete jerk. You’ve slowly become one of my favorite people though. You’re a football player, but with a conscious. Don’t ever let people phase you because I promise you are meant to be a fucking star.” I choke out while smiling at my friends.

“Kouver, baby you can do it please just take slow steps. One foot at a time please you can do this” Abel sobs out to me while looking at the ice.

I smile sadly and take another step towards them, the ice cracking a bit more. I look up and continue “Amelia you beautiful queen, keep your head up. Stick close to the group here and please be there for Abel after this. You’re my best friend, and please be careful of the music they play at the funeral.” I take another step forward now, feeling the crack get a bit bigger. My entire group of friends are crying now. Luke is holding Abel from coming onto the ice now. “Ava you beautiful butterfly, grow your wings and show your colors. Express yourself and let people see the real you please. You’re kind, loving, and absolutely stunning. Any male would be lucky to have you.” I take another step now, halfway to them from where I started. “Diesel you angry giant, do your best not to kill anyone. Please take care of Char for me yeah? You two are meant for each other. I know you are mad at me right now and that’s okay. I would rather you hate me then cry for me. Char keep him from going on a rampage for me?” I start while turning my gaze to her, every step I take the ice cracks a bit more. “You are the only calm to his storm babygirl. We both know you two fit perfect. Kind of like all the love novels we’ve read right? The angry ruff male falls for the bubbly sweetheart” at this we both chuckle before I look around again. I take another step before the ice cracks again. One more step and it will bust fully most likely. “I love every single one of you guys. If I could make it off of this ice I would live for you all. Every single one of you are worth living for and I am so sorry that I can’t prove that by living. Abel, my sweet bear I need you to listen, okay?” I yell out to them. The steadiness of my own voice surprises me. I guess I have truly accepted my fate. Abel deserves a girl who can come to him as a whole. Not one that will forever be fearful and broken.

He stops fighting Luke as he looks to me, I can see that he knows what is about to happen as I take him in. I may not believe in a heaven or hell, but I know I will watch over my bear from beyond. “I love you Kouver. You can do it baby just be careful please come to me.” he begs me while trying to pry Luke away from him.

“We both know the ice will break handsome. I want you to know something okay? I love you. You are the only thing that has kept my heart hopeful. You have been my rock, my constant and my solid okay? You’re a king and I wish I could've been your queen, but life doesn't always work out how we want. You’re made to be loved and cherished so please don't let this stop you. Be my precious, protective, amazing bear that can give the world to the right world. I’m truly sorry my love.” As the word love escapes my lips I take another step.

As I expected the ice breaks with this step plunging my world to a cold nothingness that is strangely comforting. In a way it’s soothing my aching muscles while it attempts to break into my lungs. I can hear Abel scream in the distance and vaguely here running steps before everything goes dark.

I suddenly feel arms around me before I hear a voice “You are my Queen Kouver, and you're damn right that i’m protective” I hear before blacking out again. Abel? Oh please tell me he did not come into this water. Maybe this is just my form of heaven? We’re the religious heavy tropes right after all?

I suddenly hear this loud annoying beeping sound. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I’m in a hospital? What kind of hell is this? I feel something tighten around my hand.

“Kouver, oh fuck you’re awake” I hear a relieved cry from my left. When i'm suddenly in a bear hug.

“Bear?” I cry out before looking at the figure holding me. “Oh my god Abel is that you? I’m not dead or are we both dead. Bear what did you do? I’m not worth that baby how could you?” My mother tone comes out while I give him a crazy look.

He stops my fright by giving me a long passionate kiss before responding to me. “Kouver baby we are both alive I promise. I never want you to doubt your worth ever again you hear me? You are my queen, my world, and my rock. I will never allow anything to happen to you ever again you hear me?” he scolds me before placing his fingers under my chin. He sits by my side before grabbing something from his pocket. He opens the small box exposing an absolutely beautiful ring before looking at me again. “Be my queen Kouver, marry me.” he gasps out before smiling at me.

I choke on air before allowing a tear to fall down my cheek. He wants me, Kouver, forever? He wants me to be his wife? I smile brightly before grabbing his collar and pulling him into another kiss. “Of course I'll marry you Abel, I couldn't be happier to do so baby.” I say while rubbing his cheek with my thumbs.

His smile mirrors a child on christmas before he slides the ring onto my hand. “I am so glad you’re okay baby. You scared me half to death. You ever start thinking like that come to me okay? Me and you are always and forever baby.” he says while playing with my hair.

I smile gratefully at him before taking his hands in mine “always and forever bear.”

I hope you enjoyed, credit to the gif owner.

#imagine #death mention #im sorry #its a ufo party

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years

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Raptor Trouble (Owen Grady x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys! Sorry that it took a little bit, I’ve been really busy this past week. But, as requested, here’s another Owen Grady x reader! I have a lot of Owen and Loki fics lined up that I’m writing, so stay tuned for those. As per usual, though, requests are still open so feel free to send some in! That’s all for now.

Summary: On a seemingly normal day at the raptor paddock, everything goes wrong when a new guy falls into the pen.

Raptor Trouble

Owen Grady x Reader

Requested?: Yes, “Could you do one where he protects the reader or he's worried about her or she's hurt? Something like that” + “Hiiii. Could you do and Owen x reader where the reader is kinda reckless and is always putting herself in danger to save others and the dinosaurs and it makes Owen worried but love her more? Tysmmm” I thought these two were similar, so I decided to combine them!

Word Count: 1,701

Warnings: None, I don’t think. Maybe like minor injuries? This has nothing to do with Fallen Kingdom, so there’s no spoilers or anything.

(Y/n/n) = Your nickname

It was just another day at the raptor paddock. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. Little did you know the events that would later unfold.

“(Y/n), it’s feeding time,” Owen calls to you. You nod and meet him by the gate of the raptor paddock. He rests his arm on your shoulder and you roll your eyes.

“I’m not short, Grady. You can get your arm off of me.” You scoff, shrugging his arm off. He grins and looks over at you.

“What if I just want to be near you?” He flirts. You chuckle. Things always went this way, the flirty banter between the two of you. And if you’re not lying, you didn’t mind it. In fact, you looked forward to it every day, and you had slowly but surely fallen in love with Owen Grady because of it.

But instead of answering him, you turn and watch the new guy lower the pig into the cage.

“You think he knows what he’s doing?” You ask Owen, changing the subject.

“I have no idea. Hopefully.” He keeps his eyes trained on one of the raptors who’s out in the open. You watch as the pig hits the ground and the guy on the catwalk starts to pull back the pole he’s holding. That is until one of the raptors takes off with the pig before the new guy can safely retract the pole. You watch in horror as he falls off the catwalk and onto the ground below.

Not even thinking of the consequences, you hit the button to open the gate and slide under the bars. Within seconds, you’re in front of the new guy with your hands out to the hungry raptors.

“Hey! Get back.” You yell at Delta, holding a hand out to her.

“(Y/n)! What are you doing!?” Owen growls at you, pressing himself against the bars of the gate, not daring to go in and disturb the semi-peace that’s happening right now. He knows if he did, the Raptors wouldn’t hesitate to kill either you or the other guy.

“I’m saving him.” You grab the arm of the guy and throw him out of the paddock, right into Owen. He shoves him to the side and watches in horror as the Raptors start to slowly advance toward you.

“Blue...call them off.” You demand, making eye contact with her. She narrows her eyes at you before making a short call to the others. They start to back up, but not enough.

“(Y/n)...be careful.” You hear Owen breathe out as quietly as possible.

“Close the gates.” You throw a glance his way before focusing back on the raptors.

“Excuse me? I said be careful, not reckless.” Owen scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Close the gates. I’m not going to ask again.” You growl at him, keeping your eyes trained on the three deadly raptors in front of you who are very close to lunging.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Owen sighs, hitting the button to close the gate. You wait a few seconds when the gate is about a foot or so off the ground before you dive for the other side. You make it safely behind the gate as you hear the raptors crash against it, clawing for you. Owen lifts you up quickly and pulls you in tightly to his chest. You hug back, out of breath.

“Holy crap what happened to your leg?” Owen asks. You look down to see three large claw marks on your calf. As the adrenaline wears off, you feel the pain set in. Owen catches you as you start to fall from the sudden weariness.

“I don’t...know how that got there.” You groan, clinging onto his strong arms. You look back to the Raptors to see that Echo has blood on her claws. You sigh. Another battle scar from them.

“Probably caught your leg before you got through the gate. C’mon, let’s get you to a doctor.” Owen practically drags you to the first aid tent outside the paddock. You groan in annoyance as he lays you on the cot in there, but he apparently took it as a groan of pain because he retracts his hands slowly in order to not hurt you further.

“Owen, I’m fine. It just needs to be patched up then I’ll be better in no time.” You dismiss his worried demeanor. He stands rigid, staring at your wound on your leg.

“She’s right, you know. It’s a minor scratch from one of the raptors. She’ll be fine by tomorrow.” The doctor in there shrugs, grabbing a patch of gauze from one of his makeshift cabinets.

“See what I mean, Owen? Owen?” You snap your fingers in front of his face and he turns to look into your eyes.

“You’re hurt. I can’t let you get hurt again.” Owen mumbles, grabbing your hand in his. You’re surprised by his sudden movement to grab your hand, but you don’t complain. Your hands felt...right together, somehow.

“I’m fine, okay? It was just a little misunderstanding. I was helping out a new guy who probably will never be back here, but at least he didn't die. Because of me. I saved him.” You tell him, squeezing his hand in the process.

“You’re right but...I would rather he die than you.” He admits, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“Owen! Don’t say that, it’s rude! Look, both of us got out of there without being eaten so I’d say that’s a success. Now, the doctor has patched me up so I think I’m good to go. Isn’t that right?” You turn to the doctor. He nods and you get up, placing a little pressure on your wounded leg but thinking better of it as you feel a bullet of pain shoot through it. Owen catches you as you stumble again.

“See! You’re hurt! I knew it was stupid to let you near the raptors!” Owen mutters under his breath, picking you up bridal style.

“Excuse me? These raptors are just as much my babies as they are yours. Don’t belittle me just because I’ve got a minor wound on my leg, Grady.” You growl. He sighs.

“Look, (y/n), I’m sorry...I just..I hate seeing you hurt.” He frowns at you. You take the opportunity to stroke his face with one of your hands, which makes his frown turn into more of a firm line like he’s trying hard not to smile.

“I know, Owen. It’s okay. I’ll be okay by tomorrow, I promise you. But never keep me from those raptors, got it? If you do, there’ll be a heck of a lot more people hurt than just me, and this time it won’t be because of the raptors. What’s so special about me, anyway? You wouldn’t have cared this much if Barry had gotten hurt.” You frown.

“Because...you’re special to me, (y/n), and I didn’t want you to die before I got to tell you that.” He admits, biting his lip. You make him put you down as you hold all of your weight on one foot.

“Am I hearing you right? Does the Owen Grady, famous raptor trainer on Isla Nublar, have a crush on me?” You tease him, smirking. He smirks back, his usual playfulness kicking in.

“Maybe a bit more than a crush, (y/n/n).” He leans in.

“Oh, really, now? Are you in love with me?” You lean in as well, to where your lips are almost touching.

“And if I was...would my feelings be reciprocated?” He asks, and you feel his breath hit your lips, making you crave him even more.

“Hm...I think they would definitely be reciprocated.” You grin at him. Without another word, he crashes his lips onto your and his hands find their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him while still being cautious about your hurt leg.

He pulls away all too soon.

“You know, you’re way too reckless. You put your lives in front of others way too many times, this being one of them. Why do you do that?” Owen breathes heavily, laying his forehead on yours.

“I guess I just don’t like to see people die when I know there’s something that I can do about it, even if that means me getting hurt or potentially hurt in the process.” You try to kiss him again but he puts a finger in between your lips and his, making you whine in protest.

“You may be reckless but...all the more reason to love you now, right? Who knows how long I’ll be able to kiss you, with how much trouble you get into every day.” He chuckles and kisses you finally. You kiss back deeply, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck. That is until you’re interrupted.

“Alright, love birds, the Raptors still haven’t been fed. Chop chop, we’re wasting daylight. We still have to get some more training in before tonight.” Barry tells the two of you, not seeming fazed at all by the new relationship between you and Owen.

“Really? You interrupt us for that?” Owen asks him, giving him a ‘really dude?’ face. You giggle.

“Hey, they’re the ones getting upset, not me.” Barry points to the raptors who seem to be getting restless.

“We’ll finish this later.” You promise and peck him on the lips once more, hopping on one foot over to Owen’s motorcycle.

“Where are you going?” He asks, giving you a look like you’re crazy.

“To my house.” You grin at him.

“Wait, then how am I going to get home?” He asks, looking from you to his motorcycle.

“I don’t know. I walked here this morning and I’m obviously in no condition to walk back, so I’ll take this. You’ll figure something out, Owen. You always do.” You wave and drive off on his motorcycle.

“Hey! Get back here, (Y/n/n)! I could’ve just given you a ride home!” Owen yells to you as you drive off.

“Oh well! Too late now!” You blow a kiss to him before you’re out of sight. You know he always loves your tricks.

Now you know he’ll always love you, period.

@avengerprincess16

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nicolesangel · 6 years

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be my date

relationship: janis x fem!reader

summary: When in dire need, get Janis to be your girlfriend for any special event. But when she actually likes you, things may not go as planned.

prompt: “Alright, enough is enough. Who’s gonna bite the bullet and write either a friends w/ benefits AU or fake dating AU with a side of pining Janis? This is the fic that we not only need, but the fic that we DESERVE.”

word count: 1,890

author’s note: please bear with me, it’s gonna be slow but just go with it because janis is a softy and is worth the wait (also there’s a couple of lines that were really awkward to write so just y’know brush it off okay? plus it’s super late as i write this so if there are any errors pleASE don’t come for me/tell me nicely)

•••

When you started your senior year at North Shore High, you simply expected that you were gonna breeze through. You were going to focus on your studies and try to survive so you could go off to college. You didn’t expect to make friends but when a tall, chubby kid named Damian and a short, bubbly brunette named Cady walked up to you with open arms, you simply couldn’t resist. A couple friends could be good to keep you sane.

You began sitting with them at lunch and were introduced to the rest of the gang; there was Karen, a bubbly, airhead blonde; Gretchen, an insecure brunette who was seemingly attached to Regina, who seemed to be stuck up but she was nice enough that you brushed it off. Then there was Janis; Damian introduced her as his best friend, her hair was brown with bleach blonde ends and she was in a giant jacket covered in various patches.

From the moment you saw her, you were intrigued by her. There was just something about her; always paint splattered somewhere on her body, her punk-rock attitude, her soft, small smile. From then on, you knew you had to be friends with Janis. But it seemed that the girl had put walls up, blocking all of her feelings from the outside world. It was something that you hadn’t dealt with before but you were willing to try to break through that. You had to get to know her.

Around a quarter of your way through senior year, you came out to your friends and family as (your sexuality). Your parents smiled and brushed it off, claiming that they’ve always known. Your brother almost yelled at you through the phone for not telling him sooner. And the group took it with ease; Damian claimed that his gaydar went off the second he saw you, causing you to laugh. And Janis had a small smile directed at you and her cheeks were dusted a slight red and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Little did you know, Janis had a huge crush on you. Ever since that first day, she was immediately attracted to you. Her breath got caught in her throat when she first saw you smile, awestruck by how gorgeous you were. And as the two of you had been getting closer, hanging out outside of school and learning more and more about each other, her feelings continued to grow.

She was terrified at how much she liked you. Her heart hammered in her chest every time you laughed and simply hearing your voice could calm her. And she knew she had almost no chance with you, you were totally out of her league, and she originally thought you were as straight as a stick, so she was left to pine over you and drive herself crazy.

In a little over a month was your brother’s wedding, and your mother insisted that you brought your date with you. Your mother hadn’t realized that you weren’t dating anyone at the time, and you didn’t have many friends so your options were limited. But, you felt this could be the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with Janis without the rest of the group around. The next morning, you walked up to Janis before heading to your first class.

She was at her locker, grabbing a few books away before spinning around, faltering a bit after noticing you were there. She ran her free hand through her hair before speaking, “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“I was hoping to ask you something, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, uhm, go ahead.” Janis’s fingers were fidgeting with the hem of her jacket as she leaned back against the lockers.

“My mom insisted that I bring my girlfriend to my brother’s wedding, but y’know, seeing that I don’t actually have a girlfriend right now, I’m kind of in a knot. So if you’re free on the 5th of January, I was wondering if you could pretend to be my girlfriend and go with me? I mean if you don’t want to, it’s fine I’m just really desperate-” Janis interrupts you with a small laugh.

“Y/N, I’d love to. I’ve never been to a wedding before though, so you’re gonna need to help me out.”

Over the next month, you and Janis have been spending more and more time together in preparation for the wedding. The two of you would hang out in Janis’s garage as she painted, talking until the sun went down. She was hesitant to go to your house though because she knew that if she encountered your parents, she’d be introduced as your girlfriend. And knowing that it wasn’t real, it would cause her to shut down and block the world out for the rest of the day. And she didn’t want you to see her like that.

One day, the two of you went out shopping for the wedding and you took her hand as you walked down the hallway at the mall, causing Janis’s heart to drop to her stomach and a small smile to stretch across her face.

After that incident, Janis called Damian and could not stop rambling about how much she was falling for you.

“Damian, you don’t get it! I can’t be her fake girlfriend when I actually like her, it’s almost like she’s leading me on but I know it’s not real. I can’t even face going over her house because I won’t be able to face her introducing me to her parents as her girlfriend. Y/N doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. Every time she so much as looks at me, I get butterflies. God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Janis, goddamn, chill out. Have you seen the way she looks at you? I swear, y’all are oblivious. Y/N likes you, Jan. Just give it time.”

“Whatever you say.”

Janis couldn’t fall asleep that night. Her mind couldn’t stop spinning, thinking that maybe you could like her the way she likes you.

Soon, the day of the wedding rolled around. Janis had to take almost the entire morning to prepare herself for the fact that she was your girlfriend for the day. She arrived at your house at around noon, knocking on the door, causing you to jump off the couch to run and greet her. Janis had straightened her hair, the blonde locks falling gently over her shoulder. She was in a floral tuxedo (which she had painted herself) with a matching bowtie, resting against white dress shirt. She had black dress pants and a nice pair of black boots. And you were awestruck.

You must’ve been staring because, after a moment, Janis let out a chuckle. “Y/N, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna let me in?”

Embarrassed, you step back as your cheeks are painted a rosy red. You let out a small laugh before apologizing. “Sorry, you just- you look amazing.”

Janis’s face is clad with a smirk before speaking herself. “Why, thank you. You look gorgeous,” there’s a small pause, barely noticeable, but you catch it, “as always.”

You were in a light blue dress with spaghetti straps, the top cutting down in a V to just below your boobs where it then flows out, the skirt reaching your ankles, where a pair of silver sandals are barely visible. You smile at Janis before your parents appear out of the kitchen. You don’t notice that Janis becomes nervous and begins toying with her fingers. She smiles and shakes your parents’ hands as you introduce her as your girlfriend, but her eyes dim just a little bit, only wishing that this could be real.

The day brushes on with ease, the ceremony went somewhat quick, marrying off your brother and his new wife. And then the reception came along, the two of you at the front table with your family. While most of the conversation, surrounded the newlyweds, you two were asked quite a few questions (some about your relationship; you took the liberty of answering those, seeing as Janis was uncharacteristically anxious).

As the party progressed and people became more drunk and rowdy, you decided it would be the perfect time to slip away and get some peace and quiet for a bit. You nudge Janis as a dance song comes to an end and take her hand, leading her off the dance floor. “Do you wanna go somewhere a bit quieter?”

Janis simply nods before following behind you.

The wedding had taken place in a valley up against Lake Michigan, so you led Janis to the shoreline. You took your shoes off before running into the sand, finding a spot to sit and look over the lake, Janis following close behind. The two of you sat in silence for quite some time before you pipe up.

“Hey, Janis?” The brunette looks over at you, muttering a ‘hmm’ before you continue. “Why were you so anxious tonight?”

Janis looks down at her lap, hands playing with her tux. “It’s scary. Meeting my friend’s family for the first time and being introduced as her girlfriend when I’m not actually the girlfriend.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve just told my mom that I didn’t actually have a girlf-”

“No, Y/N, it’s my fault honestly. I’ve known from the start that I was coming as your girlfriend and it’s my fault for going along with it. I like you, Y/N. As more than friends. And this whole time I’ve been dragging myself around, knowing that I’d end up disappointed and broken in the end but I knew it was making you happy so I kept playing along. And here we are now, the night coming to an end, and I’m going home empty-handed.”

A small, hesitant smile grows on your face, before scooting a bit closer to the other girl. “You like me?”

Janis doesn’t respond, scared that her voice will fail her if she tries, and hardly nods at your question. The silence washes over the area for only a moment before you speak again. “You could’ve told me, Janis.”

“I was too scared. I know, me and scared are an odd combination. But I’ve already been destroyed by close friends twice. I didn’t want to have to confront another heartbreak. It was easier to not tell you and have things be normal than tell you and have you shy away and things get awkward and-”

She was cut off by your lips on hers, your hand cupping her cheek as you pull her in closer. You pull away slowly, Janis looking back at you like a deer in headlights. You laugh, sitting back on your knees, a huge smile taking over your face. “Has anyone told you how oblivious you are? I like you too, silly.”

Janis simply sits up on her knees, comes over to you and wraps her arms around your waist before pulling you in. Your lips connect again, your arms falling around her shoulders. You stay that way for what seems like an eternity before breaking apart to breathe, both of you smiling like you’ve never been happier.

Janis cups your jaw in her hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you, too, Janis.”

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