#tumblr please i am on my hands and knees stop making me fix these

[mossrockpog]

I have so many of these

ID below the readmore

Note: due to religious reasons, I cannot type swear words. Thus, said words are replaced in the ID.

[ID: DSMP characters as text posts. Usernames and icons have been replaced.

Transcript:

Post 1:

Technoblade: "You're no better for resorting to violence" just say u got no hands and at this point you're too afraid to learn

Post 2:

A Twitter post. The name is listed, then the @.

Biggest man, @tommyinnit: went to therapy for the first time and cracked a joke and my therapist just started writing faster what the heck was that

Post 3:

Dream: I'm sorry that you apparently felt "tortured" by my behavior. I personally love experimental research chemicals and would enjoy being force fed them while locked in a windowless cell but I can see how someone with a less positive attitude might not enjoy that. Anyway sorry I guess. I hope you can get over your close mindedness since it's clearly a source of pain in your life.

Post 4:

A reddit post to r/askreddit.

Question: What was the weirdest way you got into a relationship?

Tubbo: Tax evasion

Philza: Story, please?

Tubbo: No

Post 5:

Ender particle: I'm not gay but... lightning mcqueen is kinda cute

Ranboo: can some of u just shut up

Post 6:

Captain Puffy: I love u Carly Rae Jepson but the lyric "who gave you eyes like that, said you could keep them" is an absolutely wild thing to say. are u gonna confiscate someone's eyeballs

Foolish: ur balls, hand em over 🔫

Foolish: I could've phrased this better

Post 7:

Foolish: like who hasnt made a deal with a centuries-old entity of questionable moral standing and motives

Post 8:

A Twitter post. The name is listed, then the @.

Boy liker, @ranboo: I don't understand people in horror movies like "uugghhhoho there's a scary guy after me!!!!" just turn around and kiss him bro what seems to be the problem

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#dsmp memes #technoblade #dsmp techno #tommyinnit #dsmp tommyinnit #dream #dsmp dream #tubbo #dsmp tubbo #philza #ph1lza #dsmp philza #ranboo #dsmp ranboo #captain puffy #dsmp captain puffy #foolish gamers #dsmp foolish #tumblr please i am on my hands and knees stop making me fix these

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

A Fic Recommendation Extravaganza

as promised, (or more like voted) I'm going to share some of my favorite fics and authors in this post.

I joined Tumblr in 2012, but only started posting my writing in 2018, never thinking people would actually read it. Now here we are, 5 years 6K people later and I couldn't be more thankful!

These will be heavily Pedro centred (what a surprise lol), but there's some other people who I have been following for years before too.

Let's go!

@radiowallet whole Masterlist but especially her Oberyn series. I love to hate to love stubborn soulmates who get heir happily ever after. And I can not wait to hold PWC in my hands.

@something-tofightfor currently very in love with undercover future king of Mandalore Din Djarin falling in love in a christmas town. But honestly check out the whole masterlist. So many good stories, and I haven't even read everything yet

@wheresarizona Arizona makes me yearn for fictional Javier Peña in Learning to live like no other. Not only is this the fluffiest love story ever, no it's fucking filthy

@jazzelsaur Frankie and Ellie will have my heart FOREVER and ever ever.

@tilltheendwilliwrite was probably one of the first authors I followed on here. Her Blessings of Magic series is one of my most favourite stories ever and it still keeps growing.

@lavendertales oh where to start? Frankie Angst? Or Enemys to lovers with Javi P? Honestly, the whole Masterlist ist just chefs kiss.

@whiskeynwriting Dave fucking York and his daughters best friend. If I could drop real life whenever an update is posted I would (okay I mostly do)

@oonajaeadira PATS my beloved. I'm in love how you build this tiny universe with a character we haven't even seen just listened to.

@absurdthirst ooookay. I don't know what's my favorite. Just like... everything. And Werewolf Pero.

@wardenparker every single Soulmate series had me in a chokehold. Just... read it all here.

@chaoticgeminate Don't make me decide between Dragon Pero and sub Dave. Or Javi and Solecita. Or...

@whatsnewalycat you don't know that, but I read your Javi series almost completely when I was on vacation last year without knowing that you were on Tumblr too. I literally stopped breathing during the last chapters. And now I am loving to hate Frankie in Designated Person.

@guess-my-next-obsession Dr. Javier Peña my beloved.

@fuckyeahdindjarin If Palomino was a person, I would be on my knees. Cowboy Jack is like.. the perfect man and it's kinda rude of him but I love him.

@whataperfectwasteoftime is where I go to to get my Marcus Pike fix. And I can not wait to read your book either!!

@keanureevesisbae the mental picture of John Wick hanging up those paintings in one cappuccino and a chocolate brownie please has been burned into my brain. The amount of fluff you are able to put into words is unbeatable and I love it.

@supernaturalgirl20 whole Masterlist is to die for. The one story that stayed with my was Ezra in Bookshop by the coast. I think I read that three times.

@psychedelic-ink The amount of Joel fics that seem to show up daily from you have me in awe. Masterlist here.

@coastielaceispunk I fell in love with all Max Lord fics, and stayed for the rest. Check Masterlist here

#6k fic rec fest

[mwagneto]

sherlock & co. review from an insane person (me) coz this is like. the 25th? sherlock adaptation i've checked out so ofc i have opinions on everything ever. and ik ppl who work on indie podcasts browse tumblr sometimes so just in case you work on this DON'T click keep reading, this post is not for youuu shoo. thanks x

ok so far it's like. fine? which is lowkey sad coz i wish it was smtg i really liked but it hasn't gripped me yet which is a shame but yknow. early days. i'm giving it time since it's only 15 episodes so far

my main issue is like. i really wish it wasn't so obviously influenced by bbc but it just so clearly is which is a shaaame like it's better than bbc in every aspect but yknow. not a high bar to clear. like it kinda feels like they liked a lot of things abt bbc and set out to fix the bad parts (h&w friendship being nonexistent, the mysteries being shit) but just kept the rest? in some places keeping things that were invented by bbc which is. baffling tbh

i'm not really picky when it comes to h&w personalities like i think it's fine to just do whatever you want w them, i think it's really fun when an adaptation gives them different personalities than what you're used to but, and this is where it feels far too bbc-ish for comfort, i just don't like it when sherlock is a cunt for no reason? like. he's not a mean person he's only mean in bbc coz moffat thought house md was cool and ripped it off. can we stop making him mean pleeeease 😭 he's just some guy..................

h&w relationship wise it's like... ok so i tend to go into adaptations with a fully clean slate so like i never let my general attachment to them influence how i view them in specific adaptations, the work itself needs to sell me on both the characters and the relationship and like... here neither of those really happened yet which makes me sad coz i think by now it should've but i'm giving it time. at least they're friends and i like that watson is useful for cases/knows things holmes doesn't sometimes coz thats like. such an essential element to sh stories for me and a loooottt of adaptations tend to just completely forget it so that's a win but idk if anything they're too tame? like i dont expect a romance but they can't just be casual friends they need to be bat shit crazy about each other. to me. but like maybe that'll develop over the rest of the podcast we'll see

kinda related to that point but case-wise i think holmes is a bit too ahead of everyone else sometimes which isn't inherently a problem but it does once again smell of bbc which like. noone should ever emulate moffat writing don't do that 🙏 god bles. but i've been able to solve every case along with/before the mcs which is like. thee point of mystery stories for me so yea i really like the stories themselves so far, especially the way they manage to make them solvable even without visuals or narration. OH and i almost forgot but i rly like the soundtrack, i love it when sh soundtracks have a heavy emphasis on violins coz. yknow

howeverr i am on my hands and knees begging them not to give watson a girlfriend tho like please oh myfffucking god . obvs watsonlock doesn't usually factor into my enjoyment of adaptations given that like. y'know. out of the hundreds out there theres only two where either of them is even gay so it's not something i expect nor require but like. to me it is essential that these two ppl are insane abt each other and don't really have anyone else, definitely noone important. like even the rdj movies got this despite ritchie's obsession w the 2 men 1 woman dynamic so idk why i'm constantly having to wage a war against random unnecessary romances for either watson or, god forbid, holmes. when the only interesting relationship either of these men have is with each other. that one granada holmes quote about them choosing not to include mary coz holmes and watson dont need anyone else etc etc. like i seriously dislike it when they introduce anyone else like cmonnnnnn thog dont care

anyway tldr. i guess if asked to pick a short description i'd say. promising? i hope it's gonna be good in the long run. the way they do mysteries is already something i like so. i hope they keep that up and i hope the h&w relationship evolves into something i enjoy coz so far i'm like. i can see the bones of smtg i'll potentially like but it's not there yet. but also like. this is an indie production i'm listening to for free so ion wanna rip into it these are mainly just what i liked/disliked based on the preferences i developed with this one quick trick (grow up completely insane abt sherlock holmes -> consume every adaptation that you can get your paws on -> no profit)

#i left out a lot coz i didn't wanna make it ten kilometres long but this is most of it ig #i also have a lot of issues w how modern adaptations depict his addiction problems but that's a different post #sh stuff #sherlock holmes #sherlock & co #also im not putting it on the tierlist yet but i will eventually #it's too short for now i wanna see how it plays out before i judge it #sh reviews

[dc-marvel-life]

My Strong Girl

Request: Hi I just found your tumblr and saw you had no requests, I was wondering if you were comfortable doing a Supergirl x Wonder Woman fic ? Where they are soulmates and it’s wonderful and happy because wonder Women thought she’d be alone forever and now she has Kara who is virtually indestructible but one day kara solar flares and ends up trapped and hurt inside a burning building and needs rescuing, does she survive? By @tigerlillyruiz

Pairing: Supergirl x Wonder Woman 

Word Count: ~1.3K

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! You are the first to do so in a long time, and I thank you!

A phone alarm rings throughout the room, and two women sigh, trying to turn off the alarm. 

“Ugh, I do not want to get up. Just five more minutes,” Kara says, hiding under the comforter to lead to Diana laughing. Diana moves the comforter so she can see Kara’s face.

“Trust me, I would rather stay in bed with you all day long with cheesy movies and food, but today is our shift to go up to the watch tower and patrol,” Diana says in her low, grungy morning voice.

“You know I can’t understand your words right now. You are looking incredibly sexy right now with your voice and bed hair,” Kara says, leaning up to kiss Diana. Diana does not fight it and gives in to morning kisses from her girlfriend.

“I love you so much. You know that, right” Diana says, pulling away a bit from the kiss. 

“Hmm, I did not pick up on that when you tell me daily,” Kara giggles.

“I am being serious right now, Kara. I thought I had to spend the rest of my life sad and alone. If I find someone, they either die of old age or get hurt, but with you, it is different. I have never felt this way toward someone before, and I will not lie; it initially scared me. Now I realize you are the best thing to happen to me, and I am thankful for you being my girlfriend,” Diana says with a single tear coming down. Kara wipes away the tear. 

“I love you too, Diana. I'm sorry it took us this long to find each other, but we are together now. You are my soulmate, and I wouldn't trade you for anyone in the world” Kara pepper kisses Diana, and they laugh together. Once the laughing starts to die down, they look intensely at each other.

“Marry me,” Diana says softly.

“I am sorry, but can you repeat that again,” Kara says, shocked. Diana gets out of bed and heads to her dresser. She gets a small box out of the dresser, returns to the bed, and goes down on one knee. She opens the box, and it is an engagement ring.

“Will you marry me, Kara Zor-El?” Diana says hopefully.

“Yes, yes, yes. A million times, yes!” Kara says and jumps out of bed and hugs Diana. Kara may have put a bit too much force into it and flew them to the closet wall, making a dent in the wall.

“I will fix that later,” Kara says, then hugs Diana tightly. They separate, and Diana puts the ring on Kara's finger. Kara admires the ring.

“Now I really just want to stay in bed today and do nothing with you,” Kara says, who is now cuddling up with Diana on the floor.

“How about this. We make breakfast together and enjoy our morning, go to the watch tower, and do our shift; then, we can spend the rest of the time celebrating. Maybe even hand a few shifts off to people so we can fly to a beach somewhere and relax,” Diana suggests.

“I like the sound of that plan. Can we make some blueberry pancakes, please?” Kara whines.

“Yes, of course. Anything for my fiance,” Daina says.

“I like the sound of that” Kara kisses Diana, then gets up to go to the kitchen. They make pancakes, bacon, eggs, and some toast for breakfast. They start to talk about their wedding plans and how everything will go. While finishing up her food, Kara stops and looks towards the window. Diana knows that means she is using her super hearing. Once Kara comes back, she looks at Diana.

“I get it. People need your help. Go help whoever it is, and I’ll clean up and go to the watch tower. I will meet you there later,” Diana says while cleaning the kitchen.

“You are amazing, and I will see you later, babe,” Kara says, kissing Diana and quickly changing into her outfit.

“Gosh, I love it when you do that,” Diana says, smirking at Kara.

“Oh really? I thought you liked it when I did that taking off my clothes” Kara smirks and then flies out of their condo, leaving an open-mouthed Diana. Diana continued cleaning up the kitchen, making the bed, showering, then heading to the watch tower. 

Once Diana gets to the watch tower, everyone's attention is on the TV playing the news. She gets closer and sees it is about Kara fighting off an alien that just came down to earth. They have been fighting for closer to an hour now, and it is an intense showdown between them.

“Why has no one gone to help Kara out already?!” Diana practically screams at everyone. 

“We already tried to help her, but she said she didn’t need any help, so we let her be. You know how she is,” Batman says, but Diana has a bad feeling about this. Then all you see on the news is Kara getting thrown into a building. The new reporters say that the building is empty. 

Next thing you know, the building explodes and catches on fire. Everyone is silent and waiting for Kara to come out of the rumble, but she doesn’t. Diana looks over a superman, and he seems more worried than usual, so she walks over to him.

“What is going on, and why hasn’t Kara come out yet?” Diana asks sternly.

“I am afraid that she might have had a small solar flare,” Superman says like Diana even knows what that means.

“What is that supposed to mean, Clarke? That is my fiance out there right now,” Diana says, and Superman takes a step back. Seeing Diana this intense is a bit much, and he will ignore the part where they are engaged now.

“There is a power that we hold where we can pretty much make solar flares to take out a tough opponent, but it does drain your power for a bit,” Superman explains.

“So you are telling me that she did that and is right now powerless in a burning building” Superman just nods. Diana takes off towards the building to ensure Kara is okay.

Diana gets to the building and sees it is still on fire. She runs into the building in search of Kara. She yells her name over and over again but no response. Diana quickly searches the rooms and finds her under some rumble with cuts all over her. Diana moves the rumble off of Kara and picks her up bridal style. Diana takes her outside to get fresh air and to wake her up.

“Kara, please wake up, baby,” Diana says, setting her down on the ground everyone around is silent at the scene in front of them. Diana shook Kara, trying to wake her up.

“Come up, baby, I just proposed to you, and we had many plans together. You can leave me alone again. Not after we finally found each other,” Diana says, crying with Kara in her arms. She looks down to see the ring, but it is gone. Diana worries and searches her, and thankful she put the ring in her suit, which is indestructible, so it was not damaged. Diana puts the ring back on Kara’s finger.

“Look, baby, I put your ring back on so you can look at it like you were doing this morning. So please wake up,” Diana says desperately. Superman comes down to check out the situation. 

“You know this would have never happened if you guys just came and helped her. Even if she said she didn’t need help,” Diana screams at Superman. He just lets out a disappointing sigh because Diana is right. He uses his superhearing to listen to Kara's heartbeat.

Diana realizes what he is doing, and they just look at each other. Diana desperately waited for the answer she needs. 

#wonder woman #wonder woman x supergirl #diana of themiscyra #diana prince #kara zol el #kara danvers #diana x kara #diana prince x kara danvers #diana prince x kara zol el #dc comics #dc characters #dc universe #lgbtq #supergirl

[heliotropehotch]

as it was - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @greenprisca​: Hi can I request a Hotch x reader fic! The reader is always there for hotch and jack (took care of them even when Haley was alive), but they both snap at her. Telling her she’s not Haley/his mom. (Y/N) takes a break from them and goes out with a brother or family member that’s a single parent, and the boys see it wrong.

a/n: i contacted tumblr a couple of days ago about my tag issues but i haven’t heard back. boosting this fic, if you like it, could really help tumblr fix whatever issue it’s having with my accounts. its very frustrating, and is making me not wanna post right now, so i might take a bit of time off while i wait for this issue to fix, and while i wait for more requests! ilysm thank you for your support!

Masterlist

author: abby <3

words: 1667

warning: fighting, yelling, mention of past character death

It shouldn’t have happened the way it did. 

The collapse of a perfect world was triggered by a caring act. The end of a long day, the whisper of words turned to shouts, love turned into regret. 

Aaron Hotchner had come back to his home late that night, the smell of dinner flooding through to his nostrils. He smiled, a gesture he missed when he was away on case. He called for Y/N, a presence he had hoped to see. Instead of the giggles of his son and her that usually met his eyes, he was met with quiet, so he headed to his son’s room.

She was moving to close Jack’s bedroom door, having just gotten him to sleep. Her eyes were tired, holding a sadness he had not seen in a long time. He quirked his eyebrow, moving to speak. She shook her head, a finger going to her mouth as she motioned him into the living room.

“How was your day, hun?” she sighed, stirring the pot of food she had made. 

“It was work,” he took his suit jacket off, draping it over a chair before hugging her body from behind. “Did something happen today?”

“I think you’ll need to talk to Jack tomorrow. He yelled at me tonight,” she said sadly, head swimming with thoughts.

“He did what?” he asked concerned, he hadn’t seen his son angry before. 

“I was just trying to put him to bed, but I guess he was having a hard time,” she spoke, recalling the hour before. “So I started humming that song Haley used to sing to get him to sleep, Hey Jude.”

“What?” His body tensed around hers as she continued speaking. 

“I don’t know.” She remained oblivious to his actions. “I thought it would help, but he just got more upset. He shouted saying I wasn’t his mom and started crying. I just held him until he fell asleep.” 

He retracted his arms from around her, hands curling into fists. “You’re not.”

She paused her movements to the dining room to set out plates for the both of them. She asked confused, “What?”

“You’re not his mom,” Aaron’s voice rang stern, anger boiling behind his steely eyes. “You’re not Haley. 

Y/N took a step back, scared of the tone, the implication of the words not said pushing against his lips. “Aaron,” her voice was confused, hurt. “I know that.”

“Then stop trying to act like you are.” He pulled his tie off, chucking it across the couch. “What made you think it was a good idea to do that? Stop trying to be more than what you are.”

“And what exactly am I?” Her voice became louder, not caring about the way it echoed through the hall. 

“A distraction,” he bit out, jaw clenched. “Nothing more than a sound to fill the silence.”

She huffed out a teary, dark chuckle, looking away from the man she’d give up everything for. She grabbed her things, keys jingling as her adrenaline began to wear. “Well, thank you, Hotch,” she bit out, a sarcastic smile on her face. “For having the decency to let me know now. Dinner’s on the fucking stove.”

The silence that was there before her hung in the air as he watched her shut the door, as she watched her leave.

The next morning, Jack Hotchner woke up rubbing sleep out of his eyes, clutching a stuffed animal Y/N had given him for his birthday. He frowned as he saw his father making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Daddy?” he pressed the fuzzy elephant to his chest. “Where’s Y/N?”

Aaron sighed at his son’s confused voice, setting the spatula he was using for pancakes down. He tried to mask his own emotions with the excitement of seeing his son. “Good morning, Buddy! Y/N went home for a bit, she had some other things to do.”

“But I thought this was her home.” Jack’s small little eyebrows furrowed with more confusion. 

“It is,” Hotch knelt down to get on his son’s level. “She just needed some alone time, bud.”

Jack’s eyes began to well up, striking his father’s heart. “Is it my fault?”

Aaron felt his stomach drop with guilt. “Of course not Jack.”

“But I yelled at her.” His lip quivered. “I said she wasn’t mommy.”

“I know buddy-”

“But I don’t care!” Jack was sobbing into his dad’s shoulder now. “I love Y/N, daddy.”

Aaron pressed his distressed son into his chest, shushing his cries against his casual shirt. His own heart ached with regret and words he wanted to take back. He admitted the words he had yet to say, as if to give himself some comfort. “I love her too, Jack. She’ll be back soon, I promise.”

After Jack had calmed down, Hotch decided to spend his day off trying to ease both of their minds. He took Jack to the zoo, carefully avoiding the elephants, and spent what felt like hours staring at the waddling penguins. Jack insisted on getting Y/N an apology stuffed penguin. Then he promised a trip to the park with what Jack called the ‘cool jungle gym.’ 

Jack ran towards the swings as Hotch reclined back into one of the park benches. He smiled to himself momentarily, as he watched his once sad son giggle with the other kids. His grin fell though, as he realized she should be enjoying the day with them. 

He wasn’t sure if Y/N would wait for him, and he honestly didn’t blame her if she didn’t. He had put her through so much, after having cared for both him and Jack when Haley died, and long before she passed as well. He loved Y/N but she couldn’t be blamed for being hurt at the things he had said, and would never mean. 

His eyes glazed over the park, letting out a solemn sigh at the peacefulness that contrasted the interior of his heart. And then he saw her.

Her arms were wrapped around a man, one Hotch hadn’t remembered seeing before, although it felt familiar. Around her own legs, a boy, about Jack’s age, had clung himself to Y/N’s knees, looking up pleadingly. The sweet smile he thought was reserved for his family had worked its way across her face. He almost missed his own son bounding up to where he had planted himself on the bench. 

“Daddy?” Jack called out. “What are you looking at?”

“Hmm?” Hotch said distractingly.

“Who are those people with Y/N? Doesn’t she wanna hang out with us?” Aaron was too preoccupied, watching Y/N pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek. 

“Can I go say hi to her?” he pleaded, tugging on his dad’s hand. 

“Not now, Jack,” he sighed, pulling his now pouting son into his lap. “I think she might be busy, bud.”

Days had passed, without a word from Y/N. Aaron had picked up the phone hundreds of times at that point, wanting to say anything to bring her back into their lives. He had been relying on Jess for help taking care of Jack when he was at work, and had therefore endured a lecture he knew he deserved. 

He got in his car to drive home, sighing at the empty passenger seat next to him. His eyes landed on the stuffed penguin he had bought to please Jack. He sighed once more, knowing he had to do something. 

The front door of Y/N’s apartment was daunting, unfamiliar. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been to her place before, but Jack was right when he said their place was her home. She had basically moved in with them, so the varnish that covered the wooden door only seemed threatening of the barrier he had been putting up. He raised his fist, and knocked on the door. 

Her eyes widened at the distraught man in front of her, promptly turning into a frown with the recognition of Hotch. She moved to close the door again. 

“Y/N, please,” he begged, stoic expression long gone. “I’m sorry.”

“Aaron-”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I hurt you, I know that. But I didn’t mean it.” She stood still, allowing him to speak, and he took a step closer to her, reaching for her hand. “I love you, Y/N. You were never a distraction, only a relief. There’s so much I couldn’t have done with you by our side. We both know you’re not Haley, but I like you better as you are, as someone who cares for my kid like her own, as someone who cares for me when I forget to do it myself.” 

Her hiccups of tears flooded the silence that came when he paused, his hand moving up to her cheek. “If I could take it all back, before I said those words, I would in an instant. Just as it was, just as you were. I just hope you still hold your love for me after what I’ve done.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing his nose into her neck as he breathed her in. She sighed, relieved to have one of the Hotchner’s back in her arms. “I love you, Aaron, even when you decide to act like a dick.”

He chuckled against her, squeezing her body against his before pulling back. Brushing away her tears again, he kissed her forehead, making a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let her go again. Her giggle, brought him out of his soft trance.

“Did you bring me a penguin?”

He smiled sheepishly, pressing the stuffed animal into her palm. “Jack got it as an apology gift to you.”

She pressed it against her chest, clutching it the same way his son had days before. “That’s one sweet kid you’ve got there.”’

“One who desperately wants to see you,” he chuckled again.

“Well,” she said, grabbing her purse and keys. “Let’s go home then.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #thomas gibson #jack hotchner

[writteninsunshine]

He’s Going The Distance - Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters - SFWish

Title: He’s Going The Distance

Author: Reno

Fandom: Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

Setting: Medbay, Post-Dulvey Incident

Pairing: Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters

Characters: Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Random Nurse

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1386

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part of the For All These Times series, Whump Bingo Fill #2

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Pre-Slash, Canon-Typical Violence, Dissociating, Blood, Deep Wounds, Trans Male Character, Trans!Ethan Winters, Possible OOC for Chris, Medical Equipment, Medical Treatment, Stitches, Sutures, I.V.s, Pain Meds

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Was Ethan truly so used to pain that he didn't notice that?

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

More whump fic bingo! I’m really enjoying these, they’re too much fun to write. Oops, I like to punish Ethan even if he doesn’t deserve it. He’s so whumpable. I hope you guys are enjoying this, I know I sure am. This one is for my editor, Gryph, who is the best editor I could ever ask for. MAJOR shout out to her!

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He’s Going The Distance

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There was an old thought resurfacing as Chris looked at Ethan. A man who could live through anything was what S.T.A.R.S. had wanted, Ethan would have been welcomed into the fold. The man was a machine when it came to surviving anything. Despite this, he seemed too oblivious to notice when something was wrong with him. All the healing fluid in the world couldn’t help the man with how much constant pain wracked his body. It was almost impossible to discern one pang of pain from the rest. That hand was a nasty wound, the staples not quite sanitary when they’d been secured into his skin.

But that wasn’t what he’d noticed just now.

“Ethan,” He began, his voice soft and wary as if speaking too loudly might shatter the other man. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” His voice sounded exhausted, hoarse, and so soft Chris barely heard him.

Tugging him closer for inspection, he unbuttoned Ethan’s shirt and pulled it away like a pair of curtains. Yanking up the undershirt he wore, Chris paused a moment to stare. Unable to help how his fingers splayed over the other’s stomach, eyes taking in the thick scars beneath his pecs. His thoughts turned away from the injury for a second, he only stopped when he reached the center of Ethan’s chest. He took in the soft peach fuzz there with a quirk of his lips he wasn’t in control of. Finally, his fingers fell over the thick gash leaking over Ethan’s pale skin, and the touch made Ethan recoil some. 

“Don’t,” Chris warned, eyes narrowing a little as he reached around, pulling Ethan close again by his waist, a hand on his middle back, “You’re hurt. I’ll fix you right up.” 

Leaving Ethan for a moment, he returned with a basin of warm water and a few washcloths. Where he’d gotten them from, Ethan didn’t know, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

Dragging one wet cloth over the blood, he cleaned Ethan up despite his hisses and gasps of pain. What was the best option was going to hurt, so Chris started by applying a local anesthetic gel to the area around the wound. He must have found it when he brought the rest of his supplies, Ethan figured. He winced, flinching when Chris’s hands got too close to the weeping injury, but he sucked in a deep breath and bit the thin skin on the inside of his lip. It was all he could do to keep himself from making any more noise.

“I’m going to have to give you stitches.” Honestly, Chris was worried that Ethan was going to start leaking organs. It was deep, and he could almost touch the other’s rib bones. Ethan had really taken a beating, and it was hard to fathom how he hadn’t noticed this. Then again, he was in shock after everything that had happened, after all of the mental and physical trauma he had taken. Maybe it wasn’t such a strange occurrence. 

After all, he was a civilian. He hadn’t been meant to find these kinds of things. If he had stayed away, he would have been blissfully unaware, but there might have been a worse problem on Chris’ hands by the time they arrived at the scene.

“Okay.” Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Ethan nodded just slightly to save him from aggravating his pounding headache, “Just… Do it quickly. I don’t feel good.” Swaying, he felt his knees begin to buckle, and Chris caught him in a tight embrace. This wasn’t going to work with Ethan standing, anyway.

Hefting him up bridal style, Chris carried Ethan like he weighed nothing. Sitting him down on a nearby gurney, he removed his shirts and set them aside. They were stained, torn to hell, and bloody. He’d have to get him a change of clothes. Helping ease him to lay down so that his right side was facing out, he ran a hand over the other’s chest in a hope to help calm him. Maybe it wasn’t entirely innocent, but he was trying to stay focused here.

“This might hurt, but I promise I’ll be quick.” All Chris got in return was a soft murmur he couldn’t hear, let alone understand. If nothing else, Chris was efficient, and Ethan looked like he was going to faint. That might help him do this without Ethan bellyaching the whole time. Stepping away, Chris grabbed a first aid kit, opening it up and setting it beside Ethan on the cot. Digging out a needle, some antiseptic, and surgical thread, he worked the thread through the eye of the needle and set to work.

The laceration was likely already infected, if not by something typical, then by the mold Ethan had been exposed to. With a little sigh, Chris poured some of the liquid over it, making sure to use gauze to get it inside. The forceps he had grabbed entering it made Ethan grunt, but he was too tired to try and fight it. Chris diligently worked on cleaning him up, wiping at more blood before grabbing the sterilized needle. He wiped it down again with a clean antiseptic wipe before starting with the initial stick. Ethan didn’t seem to notice this, due to the numbing gel, and Chris was glad for it.

With the easy glide of the needle and his skillful hands, he made quick work of the stitches, hoping not to bother Ethan too much. Once they were tight, he cut the cord and cleaned up the wound once more, wiping away the gel with a few medical towelettes, before drying the area. To make sure it would stay clean, he rubbed another cloth damp with warm water on the site before running more of the wipes over it. A dry rag then worked over the glistening flesh, and he didn’t stop until he had patted him dry.

“Ethan, I need you to sit up. I have to wrap this.” Chris spoke, breaking the silence in the room they were in. Unfortunately, it seemed that Ethan had fallen asleep, or maybe passed out, so he had no choice but to gently shake him awake. “Ethan, you have to sit up.”

Ethan nodded absently, slowly pushing himself up with the other’s aid. Bracing himself on his shaking arms, he let Chris wrap him up with gauze from his stomach to his shoulders, surprised by his gentle hands. Once Ethan was bandaged up, he was allowed to lay back once more, and Chris didn’t think about his next action. Kissing Ethan’s forehead gently, he petted a hand over the skin and the other’s sweat-damp hair.

“You should be alright, now. I’ll keep an eye on this.” Voice quiet, he smiled slightly, hoping to keep him at ease. It didn’t seem like Ethan was going to panic, though, too worn down to do much but flutter his eyelashes. “Sleep, now. I’ll get you some pain killers when you wake up.” God knew he’d need them. Moving the gurney around so that he could be more comfortable and closer to the setup for the I.V., Chris sighed in relief. Already asleep, or so he hoped.

Settling in a nearby chair, Chris pulled out his phone. He’d be stuck here for a while, for sure. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, he’d been set to guard Ethan while his tests were being done.

Ethan didn’t wake for what felt like hours, and when he did it was with a groan of pain. Chris was quick to give him water and a shot of morphine that he was instructed to administer through the I.V. that a nurse had given Ethan. At the very least, he was going to be taken care of.

“Thanks.” Ethan managed, his voice cracking halfway through. 

“You need care.” That much was obvious. Chris combed a hand through the other’s blond locks once more. “If that means I have to do it, then so be it.” There was an odd fondness he felt for Ethan in this moment, watching him nod, his eyes glassy and distant. “You’ll be okay.”

With any luck, he’d bounce back from this. He’d been through hell already, what was another ordeal to save him?

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AN: There we go! It’s not super shippy but I’ll still tag it, just in case. Also, this probably makes more pain for the start of The Village, but that’s okay. I might write something about it when I’ve seen more of the game. I got it preordered for my birthday but it’s at my friend’s house until I can see her again. I’ve been watching it, however, so I’ll get there eventually. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompt: Ethan Doesn’t Realize He’s Injured

#Resident Evil 7 Fanfic #Resident Evil 7 Fanfiction #Winterfield #Ethan Winters #Chris Redfield #Injury

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Midnight Visitor (Joshua Hong)

Hello so uhm. Whoever requested this one... Tumblr ate your ask so I do not know if it was an anon or I needed to tag someone... so... I’m so sorry (if it somehow pops back into the inbox I will tag you later) 💛

Requested by......... Someone

36 - “How did you get in here?”

50 - “Please don’t cry.”

52 - “Is that blood?” “...No”

Joshua Hong had been sneaking into your room since you were about 14 years old. You had been neighbors for a while, but you never really got to know the kid next door. It wasn’t until you were 10 that you became friends with the boy, yelling at some kid from down the street who pushed him down and took his ice cream. The kid eventually just ran away, dropping the ice cream in the process. You then invited Joshua to your house for some new ice cream, which he happily accepted. 

You two slowly became better friends, starting from waving to each other when you crossed paths to running over to his house to show him the cool frog you found to knocking on each others doors almost every day to see if the other could come out to play. 

The first time he snuck into your room was when he had a bad fight with his parents. He had left his house angrily, saying he was going to Jeonghan’s, only to remember that Jeonghan was out of town that weekend. He had tried a few of his other friends, but it was pretty late at night to begin with. So, you jumped as he knocked on your window, confused as you opened it and let him in. Once he explained what happened, you were more than welcoming to let him stay. You found him some pillows and blankets, creating a little bed on the floor. 

He was gone before you woke up the next morning, but he silently handed you a banana milk at school, not really mentioning it. 

This became a routine for you two. Every once in a while, Joshua would appear at your window. Sometimes he gave you notice, but sometimes he gave you a heart attack (you did eventually learn that if you really didn’t want him to come over, you had to lock your window.) It was an odd relationship as you two grew older, running with different crowds at school. 

In fact, no one at school really knew you even knew each other. He ran with a… rougher crowd than you were used to. You usually avoided his friends, even him at school. When he was around them, he seemed a lot more intimidating. There were even times that when he looked in your direction, you swore he couldn’t give two shits about you. 

But then he would come over, and he would still be that 10 year old kid who cried over stolen ice cream. You guys would sometimes watch anime together, you finding yourself smiling at that dorky smile he would get when you two you talk about being kids again. Those were the times he really felt like he was actually your best friend. 

Then you would get to school and suddenly you didn’t exist anymore. 

Although, you had even stopped telling people you knew him. You even started denying it. People seemed to not believe you when you said you were friends, or would become concerned. So if Joshua was going to pretend not to know you, you might as well pretend not to know him. 

You sighed one evening, scrolling through your catalogue of shows to watch. You had been in a bad mood all day, and nothing seemed to make it better. Your parents had even noticed, making you your favorite meal for dinner that night. That only slightly brought up your mood though, something was still bothering you a lot. Therefore, you really weren’t in a mood to see anyone, even Joshua. So you locked your window and closed your curtains, a sign to him that you weren’t able to see him tonight. You curled up with some tea, trying to find something to watch as you went to sleep. 

Partially to your surprise, you heard your window open. You blinked as you looked at the ledge, confused as Joshua appeared in your room, hood pulled over his head. 

“Hey.” He said, shutting your window after him. “I know the curtain was shut, but I-”

“How did you get in here?” You asked, still frozen staring at him. Joshua looked at you, eyebrows raised. 

“...The window?” He said, almost as confused as you were. 

“I locked it?” You said, Joshua looking from you to the window. As he looked back at you, you noticed something else. 

“You need to fix that lock then.” He joked, you standing up. 

“Are you bleeding?” You asked, looking at him closer. Joshua took a step back, pulling his hood lower.

“What?” He chuckled, you still seeing his face. 

“Is that blood?” 

“...No.” He said, you pulling his hood down. Joshua winced as you did, looking at you through a black eye and a few cuts. 

“What happened?” You asked, going to your backpack to get your first aid kit. 

“Nothing.” 

“Joshua-”

“Y/N, the less you know, the better, okay?” He said, giving you a soft look. “Trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Then why did you wince?” You raised an eyebrow, turning to a smirking Joshua. 

“Because I knew you were gonna scold me.” You just blinked at him, Joshua’s smirk turning into a smile. “Come on, it really looks worse than it is. I don’t even feel it.” 

“Joshua, you’re bleeding.” You said, Joshua shrugging. 

“Hardly. Hey at least I’m alive.” He said, your eyes widening, causing him to quickly backtrack. “Not that there was a chance I wouldn’t be.” 

“How do you keep ending up like this…” You muttered, handing Joshua a bandage. 

“The less you know…” He smiled at you, you rolling your eyes and walking back to your bed to sit down. “You know if I put this on I will never live it down, right?” 

“You know if you don’t, that’s likely to get infected.” 

“Fair, but Hello Kitty?” He chuckled, holding up the bandage. “I kind of have a reputation, you know.” 

“Yeah sure.” You said, pulling your computer back to your lap, continuing to look. You glanced back up at Joshua, who was looking at you with his eyebrows raised. “What?” 

“You okay?” You shrugged, looking back at your screen. “Okay… Do you mind if I hang out here a bit? I’m not ready to hear my mom scream over this yet.” He joked, pointing at his face. 

“Do what you want. You usually do anyway.” You muttered, finally picking a show and settling back. You eventually felt Joshua sit next to you, but you didn’t really look at him. You could feel Joshua giving you weird looks, but you refused to look at him and tried to focus on the show. Finally, a part of your irritation bubbled up, you exhaling.

“Joshua, why did you come over tonight.” You eventually asked, Joshua looking at you. 

“Why?” He asked, you nodding your head. “Because clearly my best friend is going through something and I have to be there for them.” 

“How would you have known that? You didn’t talk to me all day.” You said, still trying to keep your focus on the screen. “Am I even your best friend?” 

“What kind of question is that? Of course you are.” You finally looked at him, eyes landing on the Hello Kitty bandage now on his face. 

“Dude, literally no one knows we’re friends. If I told people at school that you do this, they would either think I’m lying or… Nope, that’s it, they would think I’m lying. There’s no other excuse.” You said, Joshua tapping his finger on his knee. 

“Jeonghan knows we’re friends.” He muttered, causing you to laugh. 

“I’ve known Jeonghan since before you moved here, he’s been here for all of it. Of course he knows.” 

“Well, I don’t know, it’s our thing I guess.” Joshua said, looking at your computer screen. “You’re watching this again?” 

“Josh.” 

“Look just… I need you to trust me, okay? It’s much better that they don’t know about you.” 

“Who?” 

“My friends and… not my friends. I know it probably doesn’t make sense, but you’re much better off not being associated with me.” 

“Then why didn’t you just cut off the friendship? Why keep it secret? Why go through all this to maintain a friendship.” 

“One, my mom would probably kick me out if I stopped being your friend. She loves you too much.” He said, you pushing his head, eyes widening as he silently winced. “It’s fine. Anyway, I don’t know I wasn’t ready to give you up. We’ve been friends for years and it felt dumb to end it just because we ended up on different paths.” He let out a sigh. “I don’t know, I like you. I don’t want you to get hurt, so if that means that I have to sneak over here in the middle of the night to hang out with you, I’m okay with that.” 

“Oh.” You said, looking back at your screen. Joshua looked back at you, eyes widening himself. 

“Oh god you’re crying. Please don’t cry! Why are you crying?” He said, half laughing as he wiped a tear from your cheek. 

“Shut up, I’m not crying.” You said, pointing at the screen. “This is emotional shit, it doesn’t have to do with you.” 

“Yeah okay.” He said, grinning at the screen. “You like me though, don’t you?” 

“I will kick you out.” You said, not having to look at him to know he had that dumb grin on his face. 

“Okay, okay, just watch your show.”

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen drabbles #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #joshua hong #joshua angst #joshua fluff #joshua oneshot #joshua drabbles #joshua imagine #joshua fic #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop oneshot #kpop drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop fic

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We Can’t all Have 20/20 Vision

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Word Count: 2,730

Warnings: None

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

When Mando took you on as a mechanic, you expected you’d be fixing his ship while he bounty hunted. You did not expect him to need his HUD to be fixed, resulting in a very blind mandalorian stumbling his way around his own ship because he’s too stubborn to find an alternative until it finally becomes too much. How will you fare when dear Mando abandons his helmet for a pair of glasses?

A/N: Based off a lovely tumblr post by @javi-djarins in which Mando had garbage vision and needed glasses and I couldn’t help myself. 

Traveling with what was likely the most stoic person in the galaxy was a very interesting way to live life. The mandalorian and his weird green son were the highlights in your otherwise boring life as a mechanic on Tatooine, now technically a mechanic in outer space. 

“Mando!” You yelled through the ship, waist deep in the heater unit. “Mando get your metal ass over here I have a question!” 

The telltale clanking of Mando’s footsteps drew closer, and you wiggled upright, highly aware that you were wearing nothing but your cargo pants and a sweat soaked tank top. “Please explain what the hell this is.” 

“It’s part of the heater.” 

“No it isn’t!” You yelled, holding up the part in question. “It’s a children’s toy that has been melted to form a very shoddy cap. Fuck me, I don’t know how this ship is still flying.” 

Just like that, you tossed the melted toy at Mando and slid into the heater again. 

“Did you call me out here just to yell at me?” Mando asked. You promptly ignored him, fumbling with your tool belt and sighing. 

“Can you pass me that socket wrench?” You asked, shoving your hand out so it was exposed enough for Mando to hand you the wrench. “And the 3/8 socket.” 

The wrench was placed in your hand, and you tucked it to your side only to immediately discover a problem. 

“3/8, not 3/4,” you said, sticking the wrench up. 

“That is the 3/8.” 

“Bitch, can you read?” You asked, sliding upright. “That’s a four, not an eight.” You dragged your toolbox over and found the appropriate socket, peering at Mando as you exchanged the sockets. “Is your HUD okay? You did take that nasty hit the other day, might’ve knocked something out of place 

Mando was still. “It’s fine.” 

“How many fingers am I holding up?” It was childish, but would get the job done. 

“Three?” 

“Four,” you said, squirming back into the heater. “Your HUD is definitely on the fritz. Leave me the helmet whenever, I’ll have that thing fixed before you know it.” 

Mando left, leaving you to continue your assault on the heater until it began to function again. It was a few hours before you were trudging up to the cockpit. You were covered in grease and sweat, but the job was done. 

“Mando!” You announced cheerily, in case he had his helmet off. “What’s up?” 

He turned from where he was playing with Grogu. “Not much. Why?” 

You fell into your copilot’s chair, taking a mechanic’s kit out of your pocket. It was small, a testament to what it was intended to do. “Is he close to sleep?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Get him to fall asleep, I’ll take a crack at that helmet once you do.” 

Mando hesitated, and gestured for you to turn. You did, surprised when something heavy and made of beskar fell into your lap. 

“We’re family. He can see my face.” 

You blinked a few times, but at the notion of a job, your mind went blank. You took a few minutes to familiarize yourself with the complex wiring of the HUD, and then dove right in, using minuscule tools on equally tiny mechanics. It was a tricky job, but you found a good grove with your heels dug into the control board and your knees supporting the helmet in your lap. You stuck your tongue between your teeth, bending your head in an effort to get closer to the problem. 

“Aha!” You said finally, pulling the destroyed part out and looking it over. “There’s the tricky bastard! Should’ve known it was the image processor.” 

“Did you fix it?” Mando asked. He’d been entirely silent until now, and it was a bit unnerving. 

“Unfortunately, no.” You tossed the part onto the control board. “It has to be replaced. You said we’re headed to Arvala-7? I can bargain with the Jawas and find a replacement. You can have this back, but without that image processor, you won’t be able to see much.” 

You held the helmet up, and Mando took it. You heard it slid into his head, and then a string of muffled curses. 

“Oh yeah,” you said, standing to face your mandalorian. “Your power source died too, so good luck getting that modulator to work. It looks like it’s rechargeable though.” 

“It is,” Mando said, and you let out a bark of laughter at his horribly muffled voice. 

At some point that night, he abandoned the helmet entirely, leaving it in the cockpit along with the ruined image processor. You were now completely buried in the ship’s wiring, trying to fix a problem Mando had been complaining about with the carbonite system.

“Mando!” You shouted, squinting at the mess of wires in front of you. “Can you hand me my soldering iron? It should be next to my wrench kit.” 

“Uhh,” Mando hesitated, making you roll your eyes. 

“It’s blue and labeled with ‘soldering iron,’” you said. 

“I can’t read.” 

You stopped. “Yes you can. You read Grogu a book yesterday.” 

“No, I mean,” Mando stammered, and it was probably the first time you’d ever heard him hesitant. “I’m, well, I haven’t exactly got 20/20 vision.” 

“Oh boy,” you said under your breath. “What is your vision?” 

Yet another hesitation. “20/400. The HUD usually fixes my sight for me, but it’s not, y’know.” 

“Holy Maker!” You almost knocked your head against the wall in surprise. “How do you function with vision like that?” 

“I just told you, my HUD.” 

“Rhetorical,” you pointed out, wiggling until you were facing the exit. “Coming out.” 

It took enough shimmying that Mando was actually able to grab his helmet and slide it back on before you were fully out of the walls. He looked down at you, or at least he would be if he could see. 

“I swear,” you grumbled. “We have got to find a better solution. We won’t be on Arvala-7 for another day, and you are not wandering around blind until then because you’re too stubborn to take the helmet off.” 

Mando was quiet. “Would it be easier if I took it off?” 

“Probably,” you said with a shrug, turning away so you could grab your soldering iron. You yanked the cord, swearing a bit before turning back around and immediately yelling and covering your eyes. “Fuck! Warn me next time, I could’ve taken my eye out! And with this thing, that would’ve hurt.” 

Mando shuffled, likely placing his helmet down. You’d caught the barest glimpse of tanned skin and brown hair, but his features were a huge blur. “It’s okay. You can look.” 

You slowly pulled your hand off your eyes, your curiosity winning the small fight in your head. Had he not consented, you wouldn’t have ever looked. But he’d given you the okay, so you did what you wanted to do. You looked at Mando. 

“Oh.” It wasn’t that his appearance surprised you, but it just wasn’t what you expected. After years of wondering, you’d assumed he would have some weird face thing, and yet, the man before you wasn’t odd or bizarre or exceptional. If you saw him on the street, your eyes would’ve slid right over him. “You’re cute.” 

That wasn’t what Mando was expecting. He flushed, turning away from you and covering his mouth with his hand. 

“So, do you wear glasses or something?” You asked, tucking your soldering iron onto your belt and tuning back to the wall as if Mando wasn’t freaking out behind you. “Because that would make this much easier.” 

“Yeah,” Mando said, voice fading as he walked away with familiar sounding footsteps. When he came back, you were back in the wall, dislodging the control board from the back of the carbonite system. 

“Hey, can you fix this?” You asked, blindly passing the control board out. “It just needs to be rewired, but I’m busy.” 

Mando took the board, and you managed to catch snippets of small swears as you worked on the second problem, eventually shimmying out to turn your soldering gun on. 

What you were met with surprised you. Mando, fully armored sans helmet, sitting cross legged on the ground. He was holding your delicate tools in his gloved hands as he fiddled with the control board, and he was wearing glasses. 

You decided he was infinitely cuter with his thick rimmed black glasses and went back to work, determined not to worry about it. “Having fun out there?” You asked when he let out a particularly loud swear and you heard plastic clattering to the ground.

“My glasses keep falling off!” 

You snorted, coming out of the wall and sitting in front of Mando, who had grabbed his glasses from the floor. Watching as he fumbled with the delicate tools and his glasses slipped down his nose again, you resisted the urge to laugh, instead sliding forward and looking at the control board.  “Fuck me you need smaller hands,” you said, using your own hands to grab the thin wires and hold them out of Mando’s way as he worked. “So, tin can, you got a name?” 

“Din.” 

“I’m sorry, did you say tin?”

“No. Din.” 

You huffed. “Shame. Tin would’ve been so funny.” 

Din rolled his eyes, and you laughed. “Is that what you’re hiding under that helmet? Perpetual annoyance?” 

“With you around? Absolutely.” 

You would’ve hit him had he not been holding the carbonite control board. Din shoved his glasses up his nose yet again, swore softly that he hated working in his glasses, and set about completing the repair job. When he finished, you took it and slid it back into place, finishing your work for the day. Din sighed, wiping sweat off his face and setting his glasses back in place as you replaced the wall panel and stood back up. 

“I’m so hungry,” you said loudly as Din grabbed Grogu for dinner. “I could probably eat a whole bantha.” 

“You could not,” Din said, grabbing the three containers that had your dinner. He passed the smallest one to Grogu, who took it eagerly. He handed you a bigger one, and you nodded your thanks before digging in with just as much enthusiasm as Grogu. 

“I think I totally could,” you decided, stabbing a piece of mystery meat and sighing. “Putting up with you is very hungry work.” 

Din chuckled, and you swore your heart skipped a few beats. He ate alongside you, which was surprisingly foreign. He never ate around you. 

Once dinner was eaten and cleaned up, you announced you were headed off to shower. Din let you go, picking Grogu up and taking him to the cockpit to play. 

Your shower was short and sweet. The Crest’s water heater was a piece of junk, but you managed to get a solid ten minutes in before the water began to chill. As you stepped out and dried off, you heard Din’s voice, soft and quiet. He was real kind to Grogu, who was likely about to fall asleep for the night. You put on your pyjamas, stretching and heading to Din’s bunk.

Din looked over as you walked up. He had taken his armor off and was left in the black short sleeved shirt and deep brown pants you often saw him in at the end of the day. “Did you use all the hot water?” 

“This heater is a piece of shit, of course I did.” You leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow at Grogu, who was settled in Din’s lap. “You, sir, are a huge sap. Imagine if the general public knew about this. The great mandalorian, secretly a giant soft dad.” 

Din sighed, pulling one of Grogu’s favorite books out of a small box he kept by his bunk. He adjusted his glasses and looked up expectantly at you. “Are you going to stick around for story time?” 

“Oh what the hell, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do,” you decided, scooting into the bunk and settling down beside Din. Your hips pressed together in the small space, but no one seemed to mind. 

The book was one you’d picked up for Grogu. It was a childhood favorite of yours, full of princesses, daring sword fights, and a brilliant love story. It was long, so Grogu never stayed awake for all of it. But you completely underestimated the book’s effect on you too. 

A few minutes after Grogu fell asleep, you felt your own head grow heavy, eyes fluttering shut before you snapped them open, determined to last until your favorite part. 

As Din reached the bit about giant rodents, you gave up, letting your head fall against Din’s shoulder, eyes half open. He stopped, looking over at you. “You okay?” 

“Fucking exhausted. Keep reading.” 

Din chuckled, pushing his glasses up and continuing to read. You slipped deeper and deeper into sleep until the world was no more than a fuzzy haze and Din’s voice was just a mumbling mess. 

You very faintly registered Din stopping reading, then you were moving but didn’t exactly have the energy to care, and then the void of sleep swallowed you up for real. 

When you woke up, it was to the Crest landing. Arvala-7 had shown up faster than you expected. Or maybe you’d slept for too long. Whatever the situation, you jumped up, got dressed, and made it to the cockpit in record time. 

“Good morning,” Din said as you entered the cockpit. “Ready? You know what part you need for my HUD?” 

You nodded, scooping up the damaged piece and rolling it over in your hands. “Yep! A new image processor. Do you want to stay here or wander around Arvada-7 completely blind?” 

“I’ll go with,” Din decided, standing and putting his helmet on. “The battery gives me some semblance of sight. I’ll survive.” 

Shrugging, you shouldered a bag of spare parts and smiled. “Let’s go then.” 

Finding the Jawas was, unfortunately, the easy part. Even Din could see their fortress from half a mile away. When you finally met up with them, the bartering began. You spoke decently good Jawa, and were able to trade for some upgrade parts for the water heater, but they were stubborn about the image processor. It took you almost an hour under the hot desert sun to take the part, and even then, you didn’t want to give that much up for it. But Din needed to see, so you caved. 

Back aboard the Crest, you settled in your spot in the cockpit, helmet in your lap, small tools in your hands. Din sat to your right, messing around with the controls to take the both of you out to Sorgan for a week or two of vacation. 

“And, done!” You said happily, watching the HUD flicker to life inside the helmet. Din looked up. “One perfectly fixed beskar helmet,” you announced, handing Din the helmet. 

He examined the helmet, took his glasses off, and put his helmet on. “It looks good,” he said, taking it off and putting his glasses on again. “Thank you.” 

“You’re not going to wear it?” You asked, putting your tool kit away. “If I did all that work for nothing, I swear I will murder you.” 

“Well I’m not going to wear it around the Crest,” Din said, as if it were obvious. “You’re family now.” 

How words made your heart swell. “So, what?” You said, trying to keep your composure. “Am I like, your spouse now?” 

Din shrugged, setting his helmet on the other copilot’s chair. “If you want.” 

“The hell does that mean?”

“It means,” Din said, turning to face you. “You’ve been staring at me an awful lot.”  

You grinned despite your face growing red, seeing exactly what game Din was playing. “Okay. Fine. I guess we’re married now.” 

Din’s grin matched yours as he gave his glasses a small shove and held his hand out for you to shake. When you did, he turned back to the Crest’s controls. “I guess we’re married now,” he echoed softly. “I should get you a ring, shouldn’t I?” 

“That’s how it usually goes,” you responded, getting up to fix that damned water heater. 

Four years and two kids later, he finally remembered to get you a ring and make it official.

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[writingoneshots]

Hey uhm first of all I just wanna say, your fics are really good!😭❤ secondly, I appreciate the amount of effort you put in to your fics so thank you so much!

How about having an argument with Zoro, Sanji, Ace and Law and f!s/o accidentally says "i hate you", what would their reaction be like?

Angst but fluff and comfort ending if u may omg agsjsvs

N e wayz, have an amazing day bub!❤🥺

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Hello softiebadbitch :) ! love this name.

I wasn't really sure how to add 4 readers into one story but I think I found a good solution. It's clear to me that you wanted to have 4 separate stories but this would have been too long for one post and you can't use one request for several posts.. sadly. Hope this fixed it - I made one general story and continued with 4 different endings. All of them are in the reader version but the 'extra girlfriends' have their specific names to not make it too complicated.

Kind of like this way of writing.. wouldn't mind more requests like this :) ! Thanks for letting me explore this new style even though it probably wasn't intended.

And thank you so much for the kind words. I really appreciate it <3 especially because I don't know if anything I write is good enough for Tumblr or literally any request. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 !

- Ace x reader - ZoroxRey, SanjixAna, LawxValeria (if one of these names is yours.. you're welcome) - 2,774 words (but it's a 4 in 1 story) - lovey-dovey, little pain in our chest, signs of smut, still SFW, cute moments

Spending some girl-time with your closest best friends was a really rare occasion after spending years on many pirate ships. Especially bonding with female human beings was hard. But since you were dating Ace, you finally got the chance after meeting his friends. Some of them were already in a relationship with their current partners and the rest just started dating. After a successful shopping day, you spend the rest of the evening in the fanciest diner on this island and booked a whole room just for you and your better halves. The men were probably still training or doing something unimportant, but none of you cared. "Can you believe the guy from the bakery? He dared to follow us around just to carry our bags..?", Rey laughed and finished her second glass of wine. "Just please don't tell Sanji about it. He is already heartbroken because I went shopping without him.", Ana pouted and sighed a bit sad. You rolled your eyes, "Stop whining. This is the first time after eight months that we could hang out together. And we didn't have to worry about carrying something." "Plus, the guy seemed to be really into you, Ana.", Rey smirked and gave her a flirty wink. "Stop saying that! Sanji could come here any minute! You know how jealous he can get!", Ana warned Rey and glared at her. This was the worst timing ever. "Jealous? Why?! Did anyone touch you?!", Sanji's eyes were already in flames and he almost teleported himself to his girlfriend after hearing these words. The men decided to join you all on the right - or maybe wrong? - time and chose to mock the conversation. "Probably some weird girly things, we don't wanna know about.", Ace grinned and sat down right in front of you. The men sat down on the other side of the table and didn't even choose to greet them with a hug or a kiss, except for Sanji, who could barely let his fingers of Ana. You raised an eyebrow at Ace's comment, "What?" "Just kidding! You had probably something important to talk about.. like which nail color you're supposed to get next week.", Ace added and high-fived Zoro. "Or what hairstyle you should make to match your earrings!", Zoro couldn't stop laughing at his own comment. Ace turned to Law for another high five but he just glared at the topless pirate. "What? You're leaving me hanging like this?!" "Don't drag me into this.", Law turned away from him and faced Valeria, who seemed pleased by his answer. The others were not though. You were still confused by Ace's behavior but slowly understood that he tried to be as manly as possible in front of the others. Sanji sat down on his place after failing to convince Ana to have her sit on his lap. "What do you mean? An hour ago you were talking about how Valeria tried to draw her eyeliner but ended up looking like a panda!", Ace laughed and high-fived Zoro again, who seemed to feel a bit unsure about Ace's comment now. Rey looked down at her drink, already realizing how quickly the mood changed since they started making fun of all of you. Valeria was shocked. She didn't know how to respond and just shook her head, ignoring Law's desperate look on his face. "That's enough, Ace.", you talked silently and poured yourself some wine, not caring about the waiter offering to do it for you. "What.. I-", Ace froze after seeing your face. It pained him to see you being disappointed and he didn't know how that happened. "I am sorry if I have offended anyone.. we were just talking.. ", he cleared his throat and began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't see that coming. "Then maybe you should stop it", you were still not able to look up. "Stop what? Talking?" "Yes.", your eyes flashed up to him now. He didn't expect to see the anger in them. Ace has never seen that glare directed at him. It felt way too painful. "Okay, everyone. Let's calm down now and enjoy this dinner.", Sanji tried to cool down the situation and looked at the food, which didn't look good enough for his girlfriend. "Gonna be hard when you're here.", Zoro commented under his breath and was already eating his meal. "Huh?!", Sanji clenched

his teeth and tensed all his muscles to not smack Zoro for that comment. "Can you just calm down, you two?!", Ana took a deep and annoyed breath, trying to stay calm in this uncomfortable scenario. Ace couldn't stop but to look at you, ignoring him now. "Valeria-" "Don't.", she stopped Law from whatever he was trying to say. Everyone was quiet. Nobody was eating. "..anyone want some extra bread?", the waiter whispered and stood behind you, holding up a basket with fresh bread.

-----

Ace x reader When you arrived in the room of your hotel, you still didn't dare to say a word. You were still furious about his behavior, especially because this wasn't the first time he dared to say something like that. "(Y/N), I am-" "I don't want to hear it." "Please, just let me-" "I said, that I don't want to hear it.", you hit your jacket onto the bed and let go of it a few seconds after. Taking a deep breath, Ace pressed his lips together and didn't know what to say or do. You two never had a fight like this and he feared to say something wrong, which would make you leave him. "I don't want us to go to bed angry.", he whispered sadly and stepped closer to you. You just froze and closed your eyes, trying to remain calm. "You always do this.. every time you make fun of something I do. I stopped talking about my hobbies and literally anything that makes me happy and you caught a glimpse of us having fun, and immediately you chose to mock it..." Ace frowned at that and thought back to all the times he tried to have fun with you. He never understood any of your hobbies or what girls liked, which is why he tried to spend some time with you by making jokes but it never occurred to him that it was actually hurting you. "Why did you never tell me that? I didn't know that it hurt you.." "Because I shouldn't need to tell you! I hate when you try to make fun of me or other people like that! You literally took the joy of me doing my hair, trying to learn how to skateboard or even baking muffins! I hate this, I hate the fights and I hate yo-" Both of you froze right on your spots. "Oh my God..", tears were rolling down your eyes and your knees weren't able to support you any longer. You immediately went down to your knees and hid your face in your hands. "I didn't want to say this.. it slipped.. I don't hate you, Ace!" Your heart was aching at what you were about to say. Ace didn't feel any better. He sat down right next to you and watched you wiping your tears away. "I have caused this... I am sorry, (Y/N).. This will never happen again, I promise. I just wanted to be a part of something in your life.", he took a deep breath and pulled you onto his lap. "I will find another way. Just please.. don't hate me." You shook your head and hugged him tight back, hiding your face in his neck and never ever letting him go. --- Zoro x Rey Zoro came out of the shower, just a towel around his hips and water still dripping down his naked chest. This was usually a sight, which made you jump right onto him but not this time. The pirate hunter had hoped for you to fall for it because he was really bad at apologizing but he knew you had a stronger will than him. He would have fallen for it. You were already in bed, cuddled into your pillow and ignoring him professionally. "Rey.. I can feel that you're not sleeping.", Zoro approached the bed and sighed when you didn't respond. "..are you mad at me?", he whispered now carefully. You raised an eyebrow at this provocative question and pressed your lips together, trying not to give back a stupid answer. But your mouth responded faster than your brain. "No, I am super happy about today's events. We can repeat that tomorrow again, if you feel like making fun of women-things.", you added in a sarcastic tone. "So.. that's a yes?" You turned around, the pillow tight in your grip and pulled the pillow with a loud thud onto his face. When you took the pillow away, you narrowed your eyes at his provocative smirk. "Definitely, yes." "Shut up.", you sighed and were about to turn around again but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the other side of the bed until you were facing him. "Stop running away from your problems all the time, lady." "I really hate when you are doing this!", you tried to free your arm from his grip. "What?" "Using your strength to make me do whatever you want to!" "This is literally the reason, why you started dating me. Because I am not a weakling, who gets dragged by everyone like your stupid exes. But if you really hate it, then that means you must hate me

too, right?", he leaned forward, making sure not to miss any sort of reaction in your eyes. You looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds, you shook your head and sighed a bit. "I couldn't hate you for being you. I hate the fact that you're making fun of girl-things all the time." "Alright, I'll stop then.", Zoro promised and let go of your hand. He turned around and went to the pile of washed clothes on the couch to pick out something to sleep in. Right.. I forgot how easy it can be in a relationship. You talk, promise and go on. Not believing what he just did, your brain had a thousand thoughts about what would happen during this night but it did not involve any sort of clothes. You stood up, went to him, and pulled away his towel. Zoro turned around, surprised by your decision, "Oj.. bad girl." --- Sanji x Ana After this emotional and very unusual dinner, you decided to have some tea. Sanji was still in your bedroom preparing a bath for you even though you've told him that you weren't in the mood for it. You hid in the kitchen and cooked some water, while preparing the rest. While you were looking for the honey, which he was hiding from Luffy, Sanji entered the kitchen. "Oj, what are you doing?", he approached you and immediately figured that you were making some tea. "Just something to warm myself up with a sweet taste.", you smiled a bit exhausted and felt Sanji's arms around you in an instant. "I am sorry for today.. I know that I promised you to not get triggered because of that marimo but his bare existence is to annoy me.", Sanji tried to brighten the mood and gave you a soft kiss on your head. "No, it's okay.. I am already used to it. I just wanted to have a chill day with the girls and this fight kind of ruined everything again.", you shrugged and leaned softly onto him, enjoying his muscular arms supporting you. "Oh.. so you don't hate me, right?" You laughed softly. The relationship had only just begun and Sanji had to question every move of yours. "I could never...", you looked up to him and kissed his warm lips softly, forgetting about everything that had happened in the last hour. --- Law x Valeria Law used his room ability to create a bubble surrounding the two of you. He carefully stepped closer and put his arm around your waist only to see you turn your head away from him. He tensed his jaw, trying to hide the sudden strike of pain in his chest and just decided to ignore it for now. "Shambles." You found yourself in your and Law's bedroom. After a few seconds, you just freed yourself from his arm and went straight into the bathroom, locking yourself in. Law just stood there, not knowing what to do or say. He had definitely hurt your feelings but he didn't know how to apologize for it. "Val..", he closed the distance slowly to the door and tried to listen to whatever you were doing inside. It sounded like you were throwing something away and sniffling quietly. Fuck.. "Valeria.. what are you doing?" "Cleaning.", your response was sharp. Law knew that he was a genius, who could solve the hardest puzzle on this planet or even have a detailed discussion with Robin, but even Luffy or Kid would have been able to figure out what you were doing right now. "Stop throwing away your things. I like it when you put on your make-up." "Are you sure about that? Or are you going to call me a dog or a salamander the next time you talk to others?!", you wiped away your tears and threw away the rest of the make-up, which you bought today. "Stop overreacting. I was just talking about your eyeliner the other day and you hated it too. Take out the make-up again and forget about it.", he sighed and knew that this wasn't something he should say but he also knew that it would trigger you enough to get out of the bathroom. "You know what-!", you opened the door harshly and stepped out, pointing your index finger at him. Law had a hard time hiding his cheeky smile because he already knew you well enough. "I hate what you're doing! Always talking about me behind my back! I hate

you for it!", you crossed your arms at your chest and took a deep breath, trying to control the last brain cells, which are still able to hold you back from kissing his cheeky smirk. The pirate captain raised an eyebrow at that and needed a second to choose his next words wisely. "Did you just tell me that you hate me?" "I said that I hate you for it! Not that I hate you!" "This is literally the same..", Law tilted his head a bit and couldn't quite accept that. "I hate it when you talk about me behind my back before talking to me personally. You were the first one to say 'I love you' but not directly to me.. no! You said it to Bepo first and he told me. Then you said that you preferred my soft cookies more than the brownies but again: you didn't tell me! You told Sanji! And to the newest 'Law is a wimp and can't tell his girlfriend anything personally', you told the boys that I looked like a damn panda!" "But a cute one..", Law smirked now and stepped closer, putting his hand on your cheek softly. You were just about to smack it away but Law was faster. He pushed you against a wall within a second and pressed his body against yours. His hand rested on your neck and he pressed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Say it again, Valeria..", he purred your name in his dangerously sexy voice. "Say that you hate me." You frowned at his reaction and didn't really understand how this turned him on. "No, you weirdo." "Say it.", he commanded now and leaned closer to you, your lips barely touching. "Make me.", your last brain cells just said their goodbyes. A harsh sound of him pulling out his belt appeared beside you and you couldn't look away. His eyes were focused on yours as if he'd die if he'd miss anything for a second. "Don't tell Bepo.. but you're my favorite panda." "You fucking... I really hate you now.", you spoke through your teeth and tried to push him away. The most heartwarming laugh escaped Law's lips and he immediately locked his lips with yours, not giving you a chance to respond to him laughing. Law pulled your arms behind your back and tied them with his belt. "That's my girl.", he whispered in between your kiss and didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.

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[wickedgamesoyaoya]

hello self - tumblr continues to hate us so let's just post this way #yolo

Can the past truly be rewritten? Can one simply erase the thunder and rain, leaving behind only the rainbows and sunshine? Can the imperfections be ushered away with the eraser shavings? Or will they remain engrained into the page – its presence serving as a reminder that no one can escape their past.

The answer of course, is that the past cannot be rewritten.

Recently, there were three people, connected by destiny, who struggled to accept this fact. Unfortunately, you were included in said group. But instead of surrendering, you chose to wield your stubbornness as a sword, refusing to accept reality, and refusing to accept defeat. The truth of the matter was… you could not afford to concede. As if you did, you would never be able to return to the love that bathed your world in colour. And the world has stolen far too much from you – could you really survive if it stole him?

You needed to rewrite these last few months, if you didn’t, every moment you shared with him would be tainted in a blinding crimson. The warnings issued by your best friend and sister were true – you knew that what your relationship needed was time. But you were absolutely terrified that time would not be enough to mend the damage. And so, your mind remained clouded with thoughts of fantasy and seized by fear.

“I’m leaving now, Tooru. Have fun at practice later.” A faint smile was presented in the setter’s direction, as you shoved your right hand into your jacket pocket.

“Have fun, y/n-y/n! But not too much fun.” The mocha haired male ripped his gaze away from the cellphone screen, before tossing a playful wink.

Rolling your eyes, a gentle laugh was pushed past your teeth. You were thankful that he remained oblivious to the surge of emotions thrashing against the thin mask you prepared for him. It was better this way – fake it until you make it, right?

As you began down the hallway, the clicking of your boots with the surface soon syncretized with your breathing, forcing it to a slower pace. Once in the elevator, you removed your hand from your pocket, analyzing it for any defects. The caffeine consumed earlier prompted tremors to claim your fingers. It was a miracle you were able to complete your texts without any mistakes. But it appeared that after steadying your breathing pattern, your limbs returned to regular functioning.

Maybe it would be okay. Everything would be okay.

The mantra was repeated internally until you reached the lobby, providing a boost of confidence to your step. Within a few seconds you were able to locate the one responsible for your frazzled mental state. The familiar black-haired male was stood outside the glass barriers with his eyes glued to the cement below. Dressed in blue jeans and a thin corduroy jacket, he sincerely outshined any models you were fortune enough to collaborate with. The sight flooded your senses with adoration, drowning out the remaining anxiety that inhibited your veins. When he caught onto your presence, a smile warmed his features and you found yourself unable to maintain a frown.

At the end of the day, he was still the same man you fell in love with. The same one who filled your days with love and happiness.

Perhaps that would be enough to override the scarlet rain that loomed over you.

“Hi there.” When you joined your fiancé outside, a teasing smirk tugged at the ends of your lips. “Look at you, lookin’ like a whole ass snack.”

“Well, hello to you too. I’m glad you approve of my outfit.” Joy glimmered in his grey irises while a low chuckle was expelled. He was skeptical in asking his brother for fashion guidance earlier, but it seemed that his twin’s advice was useful once again.

“Are you sure you’re not the model, and I’m the cook in the relationship? I mean, I do make some mean onigiri.” Proceeding a step closer to him, you trailed the tips of your fingers along the sleeve of his coat, permitting your fingers to linger when you reached his wrist.

His eyes flickered to your wandering hand, and without missing a beat, he caught your fingers with his, weaving them together naturally. Truthfully, he wanted to embrace you or obtain some form of physical contact the second he laid eyes on you, what he was searching for was permission. He was unsure what boundaries were required under the circumstances, but he was thankful that he was still allowed to hold your hand.

“You do. I have a lot to learn from you, chef.” With his gaze returning to yours, you were quick to notice how the physical contact eased him.  

“You’re so cheesy.” Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, feigning disappointment. The theatrical response served as a distraction from the heat flowing from his skin and the little tingles spreading along your arm. But when Osamu squinted at you with an adorable pout fixing onto his lips, your resolve to continue the performance was completely obliterated. He was only playing along with your charade, and yet his response had led you to shift tactics. “Good thing I like cheese!”

Amazing save, right?

“Yeah, good thing.” The forced retort granted the cook a surge of confidence, and in a surprising movement, he leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. The exchange forced an imaginary clog to immediately form inside your throat. Needless to say, you did not see that coming.

In an attempt to dismiss the swirl of emotions his action instigated, you pushed away from him, before beginning down the pathway. Issuing a cough to clear your passageways, your attention was forced onto a random building. “Okay, come on. We’ve got a fifteen-minute walk to go. Follow me.”

Exhaling a laugh mixed with a sigh, he nodded, trailing close behind you.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, y/n.”

The journey to the botanical garden was mostly filled with playful banter, and half-hearted laughter. Somehow you had successfully managed to fool yourself into thinking that everything was fine – that your relationship was not littered in punctures. It was peaceful; the fantasy you had created. It was safe.

The botanical garden that Osamu had selected for your first stop was laid out in the style of a French garden, with a green house that resembled a crystal palace. Breathtaking was surely an understatement, and for the first time since you joined him, Osamu found himself entranced by something other than your presence. Tightening his grip around your hand, he gently brushed his thumb against your skin in a soothing manner.

“This is incredible.” The proclamation was accompanied by a wide-eyed expression. He was never into gardens; but even he was in awe at the sight ahead.

Humming in agreement, you shifted your attention to the centre fountain. It was your favourite spot on the land, and consequently where you took a picture of teddiursa for your Instagram page.

“It feels like a fairy-tale garden, huh?”

The suggestion forced him to return his gaze to you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow quizzically.  

“With you here, it sure does.” He was evidently pleased with the corny statement, a fact that could be ascertained by the little twitch of his mouth. He was clearly attempting to suppress his laughter.

“You better not be saying I am a princess, because you and I both know that is not true.” Contorting your features in artificial irritation, a little huff was discharged. But the theatrics were dismantled when he voiced his explanation, replacing irritation with surprise.

“Oh, of course not. But even demons need a place to live.”

“Demon?!” Halting abruptly on the path, your mouth opened and shut twice as you struggled to find a suitable response.

“Not just a demon, the prettiest demon.” Finally releasing the laughter, he stored inside his chest, he tugged you into his embrace, before pressing his cheek against your head. A growl erupted inside of your throat as you begrudgingly rested your forehead against his chest.

“Yeah yeah. Nice save.”

A comfortable silence blanketed over you two as you began along the pathway, observing and admiring the flower-filled beds and impeccably manicured geometric lawns. However, comfort slowly morphed into distress as you wandered deeper into the vined arches that connected the greenhouse and the “garden of senses”. Without the distraction of conversation, it was straining to drown out the whispers issued by the little voice inside your head. The whispers gradually increased in volume until you could no longer differentiate your own voice from the creatures fuelling your anxiety.

It won’t last – this isn’t real. It is solely a fantasy you have forced upon yourself to cope. He doesn’t love you like he did – no matter what you do now… your love will always be infected with a fatal disease.

The featured attraction hosted only two other visitors; a couple.  The happiness emanating from the couple stole the tiniest bit of sanity you were clinging to.  And when the stranger knelt down on one knee, reaching for an item in his jacket, nausea bubbled inside your stomach. The sight should have not twisted your guts, tangling your organs – but it did. And it hurt. God, it hurt.

“Hey, come here.”

Despite the waves of agony that came packaged with the sight ahead; you could not stop watching. Not until your fiancé’s voice broke you from your trance. As you rubbed away at the tears hanging onto your lashes, Osamu guided you along the path until you reached an isolated portion of the garden. Once you were alone, and no longer in earshot of any others, he released your hand, then brushed through his hair in frustration.

“I know what you’re doing. You don’t have to act okay, y/n. You don’t have to force yourself to be happy.” The frustration was aimed at himself, for inadvertently pushing for some sense of normalcy. It was selfish for him to have wanted it – to have hoped for it.  

“Well shit, guess I blew my cover.” The comment was coated in sarcasm, though you intended for it to sound lighter than it did. The tears resting upon the pads of your fingers did not also help the tense atmosphere.

“I need you to know that you have every right to be angry. You’re allowed to hate me!” The latter of the sentence was vocalized in a lower octave, a detail that only brought you to feel defeated. Because you don’t hate him, and you can’t hate him. “I deserve it all. But if we really want to move on, it can’t be like this.” Unsure what to do with himself, he shifted on the spot uncomfortably, tugging at his roots.

“You idiot. I don’t hate you. I hate this situation. I hate that it got to this.” Dragging a palm down your visage, a groan was muffled. “It’s fine. Can we just enjoy this, please?”

Just keep pretending that it’s okay. Keep pretending. Please. Let me keep pretending.

“No. I can’t enjoy it when you’re hurting.” Shaking his head, sorrow crossed his face, molding his features. “Talk to me. Tell me what I can do to lessen the pain.” A small step was advanced closer, he was seconds from capturing you in his arms once more, desperate to fix the pieces he damaged.

But his ambitions were momentarily abandoned when rageful sentiments ripped from your throat. “I want to start over. I want to erase what happened! Can you do that, ‘Samu?! Do you have a damn magic pencil and a magic storybook that can fix everything?!” Clenching your teeth, your eyelids narrowed into daggers. Of course, your question was unreasonable, you knew that. But you were exhausted, so damn exhausted and you didn’t care.

You genuinely expected him to point out the flaws in your request, yet instead you were met with laughter. Pressing a palm against his stomach, the cook laughed loudly, even stumbling a step back in the process. At this point it was impossible to tell who was the insane one – him or you.

“Are you laughing at my pain, you sadistic gremlin?” Your mascara heavy eyelids fluttered open and shut as you strived to comprehend what was occurring.

Osamu raised a finger, silently requesting that you abandon your accusations as he composed himself.

“No. I’m laughing at the fact you’re screaming at me and referencing a tv show at the same time. It’s the most you thing you’ve done in a while.” Resuming his mission to eliminate the space between you, he caught your face with both of his palms, before aligning his forehead with yours. His reasons for breaking into laughter held some logic, but a pout still registered onto your mouth. And even with your foreheads connected, you averted your stare, unable to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me, y/n. I don’t have a magic pencil, or a magic storybook. And don’t even think of asking if I have a hot tub time machine. But I will do whatever I can to make this right. Just tell me… something reasonable.”

For a moment, you chewed on the inside of your cheek, contemplating what answer to bestow upon him. In the end, your heart took reign of your vocal cords, leaving your brain face palming in shame. “I wanna redo these last three months.”

Woops, you said it.

Osamu blinked down at you, mulling over your strange request. If he could snap his fingers and go back in time, he would. But maybe there was another way to accomplish this goal. Inhaling a breath, he nudged his nose against yours in effort to gain your wandering attention. “Okay. Let’s do that. I’ll reset our phones, and calendars. We can do it right. You can do more gigs and I’ll follow you around the world. I won’t miss a single thing.” The proposal did not contain a single hint of humour, he needed you to know that he was serious.

“Really?” His words impelled a fluttering sensation to bloom inside your chest. The fact he was even entertaining your bizarre request was astounding. It was enough to nourish the seed of hope that was planted with his arrival.

“Yeah. Really.” Lowering his face, he guided his mouth to yours. The tenderest kiss was applied to your lips, lasting barely a minute. You loved how you could taste the sweetness of the tea he had earlier in the day. How his lips fit against yours perfectly. And mostly, you loved that this time, the action did not fill you with fear for the future.

You were simply… hopeful, and maybe a little bit excited.

“So what do you say, y/n? Let’s do it again, shall we?” 

Let’s do it again, shall we - let’s do it again 

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[depressedacadamia]

Fight Me Part 2

Summary: Nico prepares for his date but it seems someone has forgotten.

Warnings?: Nothing much. A bit of kissing. Some fluff.

A/N: FJLKJLHGK, I completely forgot that i wrote this and that i was gonna write a part 2. Anyway, my exams are next week and i haven't revised so wish me luck. Little tribute for @thebigqueer and their old blog description of ‘people make fun of me because I’m short but I can reach their knees’ because lateron, Nico embodies that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! <3 from me!

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It was 7:30

Will was late.

“Hello?” Nico turned around. “Anybody here?”

The sun was going to set in around an hour and half and somehow, the sky was already getting darker. Nico could feel the sun's rays getting weaker and the warmth slowly draining away.

He had a small bag clutched in his hand with a collection of his favourite mythomagic cards and a couple of sandwiches and some bottles of juice. It certainly wasn’t a banquet but at least it was something and Nico had assumed that Will would have had a tiring day after working in the infirmary during a day of capture the flag ( The Ares kids were always involved).

He lifted his wristwatch to his line of view to glance at the time, noticing that the time was moving annoyingly fast. If it continued like this, it would be sunset and Nico would have officially been stood up. He could feel his chest prickling in anxiety from the idea- that all along it was a sick joke, made only so everyone could make fun of him.

“Hello? Anybody?” It was almost eight and Nico was getting agitated. Sure it was normal to be a bit late, even if it was a date that Will had asked him on but 45 minutes? 45 minutes late to a date? Nico was finally so sick of pacing behind his cabin like a loser, he worked up the nerve to march over to the infirmary to give Will a piece of his mind.

As Nico entered what he believed to be the infirmary, he questioned if he was in the right place. Then it hit him. The infirmary was so crowded, Nico couldn’t even recognise it. It was full of campers, from many different cabins, all covered in injuries and blood. This room, to surgeons, was like candy but with blood, which as Christina Yang had said- was way better,

That was only, of course, if you weren’t meant to be on a date with your cute ex-patient.

To Will, the sudden influx of patients infuriated him. He was meant to be having the best date of his life with Nico but instead, he ws here treating all these stupid injured buffalos who were too incompetent to prevent themselves from being injured.

“Next time, if an Ares kid threatens to break your leg, you should take them more seriously,” Will sighed as he finished the cast on the Athena camper’s leg. Weren’t these ones meant to be smart, Will thought.

His eyes searched across the infirmary, for the next most urgent patient; as head of the Apollo cabin, he was in charge of the infirmary which at first had sounded great. Now, he realised, it was not.

He was about to assist on setting a broken arm but he saw another healer get there first and simultaneously, he saw a very recognisable set of onyx eyes that came with a stunning appearance.

Nico was wearing black skinny ripped jeans with a chain hanging by the waist of it. His stygian iron sword that never left his side was being held to his waist with a skull strap and Nico’s eyeliner was absolutely perfect. Winged and angelic, his eyes were standing out like never before. Nico had been a bit nervous about wearing eyeliner outside of his cabin, but after much persuasion from Hazel, Jason and Percy, he had agreed to wear it.

Will thought he felt his mouth drop. But then, he felt his heart drop. Why was Nico in the infirmary? Was he involved in the fight? Was he hurt? Will rushed over to Nico, pushing through the injured masses, ignoring their shouts and snaps of discomfort. He waded through them like thick oceans of blood until he managed to spot Nico’s hand, decorated with expensive looking rings.

“Nico,” Will gasped, his eyes running up and down, scanning his body for injuries. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

Nico’s winged eyes squinted. “ What am I doing here? Did you forget?”

Will’s mouth opened and then closed again, his brain clearly racking for what he had forgotten.

“Our date. You were meant to meet me an hour ago,” He mumbled, raising his wrist to his face, checking the time once again.

Will’s face dropped, his expression ghostly. “ No! No, no, I can’t have forgotten- it wasn’t today. I could have sworn it wasn’t today.” He turned to Nico. “ It wasn’t today, right?”

“It was today.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s a good response, at least,” Nico murmured, kicking his boots at the bloodied tile floor.

“I'm so sorry. I got hoarded with patients, like hoarded. The Ares kids had some new weapons made today and the Hephaestus kids thought it would be fun to mess with them. Somehow the Athena kids got involved and I think there are some Dionysus kids who got involved just for the drama.” Will grabbed Nico's hands, squeezing them with such intensity, Nico feared they might break.

When Nico looked at Will’s face at that moment, he knew he was going to say ‘yes’ to whatever was about to be asked of him. Whether Will just wanted some gum or if he wanted to burn the entire world; there was something alluring in those eyes that Nico could simply never deny. “Nico, fuck, please give me another chance. I know I shouldn't have stood you up like that and I really wasn't planning to. It’s just, we got so many patients all at once that it completely slipped from my mind and-”

“-I’m not mad. A bit annoyed, yes, but I get it. You have people to fix. Go do your job.” Nico paused for a moment. “But one thing. Next time you almost stand me up, a note or a messenger would have been nice.”

Will frowned. “I thought I sent a note?”

Nico paused again. Did he send a note? Nico’s memory racked- did anybody come to give him a note? He couldn’t distinctly remember it.

The only thing he remembered was someone running to his cabin, panting and him slipping himself into the shadows, avoiding whichever body had come wandering into his domain- he had not been in the mood to interact with anybody other than Will (Or maybe Hazel or Annabeth because they always knew what to say and when to say it).

Woops.

“Oh, That note you mean. I might have hidden from the messenger in the shadows…” Nico trailed off, looking everywhere but Will. Expecting a loud scoff or perhaps a jeer, Nico could feel his hands clenching up, ready to get him out of this situation. But when he heard a little giggle and saw Will giving him a genuine little smile and holding out his hand, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“I know that I’m currently meant to be working but I guess taking a little break couldn’t hurt. Besides, I haven't eaten a proper meal all day and those sandwiches look delicious.”

Nico happily let Will lead him to the room reserved for the staff who were in this case, just the Apollo kids. But then he stopped.

“You haven't eaten all day? Will, what the hell? You were nagging me the entire of my stay here to eat and you don't even do it yourself?”

“I do eat, it’s just sometimes, I forget to because everybody is being stupid and trying to fight their healers,” Will huffed as he grabbed a sandwhich and stuffed a bite into his mouth.

“What idiot tries to fight their healers?” Nico asked as he took a sip of juice. They were sitting in the corner of the ‘staff room’ which in reality was just the back room. It just had 2 bare beds for quick resting and back up medical supplies. There was a bare sink and a couple of cupboards which were most likely empty. The freezer however, had several pints of ice cream.

“Oh who tries to fight their healer? Must I remind you of your behaviour every time you're in this infirmary?”

Will opened a pack of chips that he had managed to snag from one of the other healers; he doubted they’d notice. Well, he hoped they wouldn't notice.

“I can’t be that bad.” Nico batted his hand in the air, his hand reaching over to Will’s pack of chips and stealing one. Will smacked his hand and gasped, showing his mock offence.

“Oi! Those are mine!”

“Says who?” Nico argued. “ I happen to know you stole them!”

“Yeah but finders keepers!”

“I will fight you for those chips,” Nico snarled. Will, smiling wickedly, held his front; not in the least intimidated by Nico's violent demeanor.

“Perfect, now we finally fight. After all, I did tell you that I’d fight you later when you were recovering.”

“I’ll turn you into ashes.”

“Nu uh, I don’t think so. Remember I have regeneration,” Will boasted. They were both now standing, their food abandoned on the table.

“If I remember correctly.” Nico moved forward for the attack, “You told me you wouldn’t fight me because you knew I would win.”

Will gave a smirk. “You were ill. I couldn't tell you the truth.”

Nico squinted his eyes and waited for Will’s punch. He didn’t expect for Will to be waiting for his; Oh right, Will always fights defensive

But then he realised that this could be used to his own advantage. He went in for an attack, his leg going round to kick the back of Will’s knees, making him buckle to the floor. Nico was aiming to disable him from moving, not hurt him.

I may be short, but that just means I can reach your knees.

Will let out a rueful laugh, the game was on. Just as when Nico went to grab Will's arm, Will used his other arm to grab Nico and used all his strength and Nico’s momentum to flip Nico onto his back so that when Nico looked up, He saw Will's smiling face.

Nico rolled away, quickly forcing his way up. They both stood facing each other, none of them throwing a punch or a kick. They were dancing around each other, around their feelings. Nico ran into Will and used every force in his favour to force Will to fall onto the bare bed behind him. They landed safely with an oomph and immediately Nico got to work in immobilising him.

Nico quickly straddled Will, trying to grab his arms but Will, while not the fastest, was relatively strong. He managed to grab Nico’s arm, stopping him from being trapped. He then used all the strength he could summon from his abdominal muscles and managed to flip Nico so that it was him holding both of Nico’s arms above his head, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Nico struggled but Will was too strong. He had tried to flip Will back onto his back but it was too hard so he settled for trying to wrestle his wrists out of the blond boy's grasp. They were panting and their faces were close enough that they could feel each other's warm breath on each other's face.

Nico felt his eyes being drawn to Will’s lips and then his ocean blue, like eyes. It was a magnet being drawn across Will's face and Nico had no choice but to follow it everywhere. From the perfect slant of his cupid’s bow at his lips and the fullness of his lips to the half lidded eyelids that covered his deep eyes. The eyes that we're currently analysing Nico’s face, in the same way he was doing to Will’s, right this moment.

Will felt Nico’s wrists stop resisting as much in his grasp as his eyes slowly drifted to his own. Their eyes locked. Ocean Blue met Onyx. The sea had met the depths of the earth and it was only the roaring sound of their own blood being pumped ferociously by their hearts that acted as the soundscape of the ocean as Will lowered his lips to meet Nico’s in the most tentative of kisses.

Their lips brushed gently, as a taster and then, Nico slipped one of his supposedly trapped wrists out of Will’s hands and slid it around Will’s neck, pulling him to deepen the kiss. Will’s face felt heated as he moved his hands from above Nico’s head to cup his face; he could feel the heat radiating from it.

They broke apart- only for a second- but alas, even that felt like too much. Their lips found each other again, even in the darkness of the room, due to sunset and yet they were only in the dark for a matter of seconds. Nico, despite having his eyes closed, could feel the soft glow of Will’s skin.

“Hey Will, Where did ya g-” The startled young healer was stunned before cringing immediately at their older brother.

“-Oh god, Will, My eyes! My eyes have been scarred, dear, good gracious Gods, Help me!”

Nico’s hands flew to Will’s chest, pushing him off while Will himself made an attempt to scramble off Nico. They keyword there being attempt, because the next thing he knew, Will had stumbled and managed to trip Nico into falling face first into Will’s chest, straddling him and thus making their situation so much worse.

“What do you want?” Will groaned at his younger sibling, as Nico climbed off him, slowly burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

“You have another patient to fix.” The kid was now holding his hands over his eyes- something that deeply irritated Nico.

“Oh calm down, it’s not like we were doing anythi-”

“-Nico!” Will cried. “ Go out and find someone to cover for me. Tell Kayla she’s in charge; I’m off for the night,” Will declared as he grabbed Nico’s hand, kicked open the back door and fled into the early night with Nico, hand in hand.

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[turtleedovee]

Life Has A Funny Way of Working Out (Pt. 3)

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2,454

Warnings: cursing, shouting, destruction (kinda), magic using, controlling someone, manipulative ex (if there’s anything else I miss please let me know!)

A/N: Part 3! hello lovely people thank you for reading this, I really liked writing this so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it, not gonna lie... shit kinda hits the fan. There will probably be one more chapter after this, I mean I didn’t really see where else I was going with this after this last chapter but idk I might pick it up if I have another idea but anyways enjoy! Remember that I also post this on my ao3 so if you want to read it there my user is the same as my tumblr.

The next morning Bucky woke up to the sunlight streaming into the room, he began turning around and the first thing he noticed was how your side of the bed was empty. Panic began to set in until he heard shuffling in the living room, he slowly got up, rubbed his eyes and headed towards the noise coming from the living room, noticing how you were chipping off a piece of your broken wall.

“Hey, goodmorning?” Bucky asked, confused as to what you were doing.

You turned around to face Bucky, “Oh, good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No don’t worry about it, what’re you doing?” He spoke while watching you struggle to pull a small piece of wood off the wall, the white paint slowly peeling off.

“Need to get this fixed before my landlady sees it and goes berserk.” You trailed off finally getting a big enough piece, you put it in a baggy and stuffed it inside your pocket. “Come on, let’s go.” You said grabbing your bag from the counter.

Bucky stared at you, dumbfounded, “Wait, wha- go where?” 

“To get coffee? It’s the least I can do for you.” You grabbed your keys and made your way towards the door.

“I told you, you don’t owe me anything alright.”

“Barnes.” You stated, placing your hand on your hip and drumming your fingers on the counter, “Get your ass ready and let's go get some coffee.” You ordered.

Bewildered, Bucky responded, “Yes ma’am.” and headed towards your bathroom and began getting ready, mainly to make sure he didn’t look like he just woke up.

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Getting out of the house was good for you, having something to do to distract yourself seemed like a good way to heal. Both you and Bucky went out to get coffee and some breakfast. While you two sat down and ate you also talked and laughed, really about anything and everything, the conversation going from fits of laughter to comfortable silence. Bucky then joined you to the hardware store to buy paint and other supplies to fix your broken wall, he had offered to help which you happily took, being around the people who you cared about most was all you wanted but you wanted to refrain from going to the Compound for ‘no reason.’ Everyone there was highly perceptive and you really didn’t want anyone else to know, part of you knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed and yet you did. They were like your family so you weren’t sure why you didn’t ever feel ready to share your anger.

But telling Bucky felt right. You two had been there for each other during some of the lowest moments of each other's life, so he knew how to comfort you. He was always patient with you which is saying something considering how frustrated he gets when someone takes too long trying to do or explain something.

After running around the city for a few hours and feeling pretty good, you and Bucky started walking towards your apartment building when you looked up and suddenly the pit in your stomach formed and you shuddered with dread.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You said, almost shouting, at your ex who was now exiting your apartment building.

“Oh… hey, I was looking for you.” He said casually, as if you two were doing just fine.

You felt your face begin to heat with anger, “I told you I didn’t want to see you again, what do you want?”

“Listen I just want to talk about the mistakes of last night-”

“Oh! The mistakes?! Which one, do you mean the one where you decided to hit me?” You stepped closer, not caring who heard you.

“Babe please I was angry you can’t be mad at me about that.” He calmly said. 

You knew what he was trying to do, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of trying to play himself off as the calm collected guy and you as the crazy girlfriend.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, “I am mad at you and I told you: we’re done. So you need to leave. Now.”

He started to reach out for your hand. “C’mon I know you don’t mean that-”

“Hey,” Bucky, who had stood back throughout the conversation letting you take charge, came in front of you and diverted the hand from coming near you, “she said to leave her alone so I suggest you listen to her before things get out of hand.”

His calm and cool demeanor changed in an instant when his eyes landed on Bucky. He scoffed, and noticed how you backed-up behind Bucky, “Are you being serious right now?” He looked at both of you and as if something clicked in his little brain he stepped back from the both of you. “Oh I see what this is, you only dumped me so you wouldn’t get caught cheating on me with this dick.” He said and shoved Bucky back, you grabbed Bucky’s arm to stop him from doing anything stupid, mainly so you could do something stupid and make sure Bucky didn’t get into any trouble.

“I told you I never cheated on you, and whatever my business with Bucky is, it’s my business, I don’t owe you any explanation given that I broke up with you so get over it.” You gritted your teeth, standing in front of Bucky to stare down your ex.

He gave a harsh laugh, “This is unbelievable you’re freaking out on me for catching you and now you don’t even want to admit that you did anything wrong!” He shouted, Bucky began to glance around noticing that people were staring.

“I didn’t cheat on you, asshat!”

“Oh please, now you're acting like a bitch.”

“Okay, that’s enough, leave her alone. Before you make yourself look more like a fool.”

He sized Bucky up, “Or what? You’ll kill me?” He puffed out his chest and pushed himself forward getting in Bucky’s face. “I know what you are: a killer, that’s all you ever have been and all you ever will be.”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact. You feared that he wanted Bucky to beat him to a pulp, but he stayed there, unwavering in his stare.

“She asked you to leave.” Bucky repeated. “So leave.”

“Nah… I don’t think so.” Before Bucky could even blink he noticed a rising fist coming straight for him. But before he could block the blow, the fist stopped; midair, the guy’s face contorting in pain.

Bucky looked over his shoulder and realized you were controlling him, anger clouded your eyes.

“I told you to leave me alone. But you didn’t listen.” Bucky stepped back as you stepped forward, forcing your hand forward, making him drop to his knees, grunting in pain. “I told you what would happen if you so much as looked at me. Do you know how easy it would be to kill you right now?” You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Like breaking a toothpick.” You stood back up, anger creating an invisible barricade between you and him, you didn’t care who saw, you didn’t care what happened, all you knew is that he deserved nothing. “Give me one good reason why I should let you live.”

He tried to open his mouth, but you didn’t let him, he could see sweat falling down his forehead, and Bucky looked around, seeing all the eyes staring down at you in fear. Bucky walked up slowly to you and put his hand on your shoulder, feeling how tense you were. “[F/N], not here not now.”

Bucky’s touch seemed to remove the dark clouds that surrounded you and his soft words brought you back to reality. That was when you noticed the crowd, eyes just staring at you, along with flashes of cameras. He got what he wanted, he wanted you to lash out so he could play the victim, and you fell right into it.

You dropped him and started walking back to your apartment, Bucky following quickly behind you. You heard him start yelling, you tried not to pay attention but something he said caught your attention, “You think you’re done with me?! Just wait until your little guard dog leaves. Now what I did in there was just a warning.” He shouted while he started standing up.

“What was just a warning?” You asked, already up the stairs to the entrance of the building.

He just smirked, “Oh you’ll see, don’t think you can embarrass me like that, once I’m done with you, you’ll regret everything coming your way.” And with that notion he walked off, with a noticeable limp; you tried to process what he just said. What was he doing in your apartment? How did he get in? All of these thoughts ran through your head as you started fumbling with your keys.

“Shit.” You whispered as you began racing through the hallways towards your apartment, not paying attention to Bucky trying to tell you to slow down. When you finally arrived at your door you carelessly shoved the keys in and pushed the door to open when you finally realized what he meant as a warning.

You seemed to stop breathing all together dropping the paint and other supplies you needed to fix the hole in the wall, now, useless. He completely destroyed your apartment, your eyes scanned the living room and kitchen; to your right plates, mugs, and bowls were shattered into a million pieces, the different colors made a mosaic on the floor, the refrigerator door was left open and fruits and other foods laid splattered as well, now most likely spoiled. Your dining table was broken, all the legs of the chairs were sitting scattered with wood chunks around them. The potted plants you had now laid down on the floor, dirt pouring over the floor. Your couch had slash marks, the stuffing inside them was sprayed everywhere on what remained of your coffee table, your television now screening the various black and white speckles along with glass falling from the screen and surrounding the living room you were in the night before; and you could only imagine what else he did in your room.

Devastation couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. You clenched your jaw, you felt more violated than before. He somehow managed to sneak into your home, and destroy the first place you had felt at peace in. You slowly stepped inside the apartment, the crunching of wood, glass, and broken ceramics under your shoes, and looked closer at everything, you felt as though your entire world had been slipped out from under you; grabbing a broken picture frame you looked at the picture inside now covered in dust, stuffing, wood chips, and dirt.

Bucky was at a loss for words, you two were only gone a few hours, that man you once trusted managed to destroy the one place you were safe in. He didn’t know what to say, or how to comfort you. 

“You should get going,” You said quietly, not looking up from the picture, “I need to fix things around here.”

“[F/N] please, you don’t need to do this alone, let me help-”

“No!-” You shouted, “Please just, I need to be alone for a little.”

Your sudden shout startled Bucky but he knew when to back off. “Alright, call me later ok?” He asked, heading towards the door.

“Yeah, for sure I’ll… see you later.” You said distracted. Barely noticing that Bucky had walked out the door, you looked back down on the floor and noticed another picture, this one was ripped in half. Slowly picking it up you realized it was a picture that you and the rest of the Avengers had taken during Tony’s holiday party, the happy faces now ripped apart and stained.

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Bucky stayed outside your door for a few minutes, conflicted knowing that you wanted to be alone but he was worried that if he left your ex would come back and in his gut he knew that no matter how strong you were, being alone with him would not be the best thing in the world for you right now. He usually could help you out with anything but this was something completely different. Sure there were bad guys back in the 40s but growing up with sisters and a mother with a firm hand, he knew how to be a gentleman; and so did most men back then. He tried racking his brain for how he could help you out, when he finally got an idea. He made his way to his motorcycle that he had parked across the street the night before and headed towards the Compound.

After about half an hour later he made it back to the Compound and began his search; he looked around the living room and kitchen but it seemed empty, and after wandering for a few minutes he decided it would be pointless running around this Labyrinth. 

Sighing, he said, staring at the ceiling, “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes?” An automated female voice responded back.

“Where’s Tony?”

“In his lab, sir.”

Bucky began his trek to the lab, “Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are welcome sir.”

After a couple of minutes of walking he finally arrived at the entrance of the lab where he noticed Tony tinkering with the helmet of his suit, too busy to hear that Bucky had now entered his lab.

“Tony I need to ask you for a favor.”

Tony just sighed, not taking his eyes away from his helmet, “Kind of in the middle of something Barnes so you better make this quick.”

“It’s about [F/N].”

This seemed to cause Tony to take his eyes off of his project and stare at Bucky, puzzled.

“And what about [F/N]?” Tony asked, standing up and crossing arms.

Bucky knew you didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened, but he knew you needed help, so he chose his next words carefully, “Something happened and well her apartment was compromised. She needs a new-”

“Was it that douche-bag boyfriend of hers?” Tony stated flatly.

Bucky stared at Tony, bewildered,  “Ex-boyfriend.” He corrected.

Tony just hummed, after a few seconds of silence he finally started, “I can tell you don’t want to tell me whatever it is that happened and well whatever did happen doesn’t matter anymore so, tell me Cyborg, what is it you need me to do?”

Pushing aside the nickname he started to tell Tony his plan.

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[flutteringdreams-matw]

Out of Time (18)

First/Last

Read on AO3 /FFN

Word Count: 9296

Previously: The aftermath part 2 - some flashbacks, some concerns and lots of guilt. One of my favourite Lancer and Clockwork moments too.

Now: Climax. Resolution. I tried a few new things structurally that doesn't translate well to tumblr, so I heavily suggest checking it out on AO3.

Please let me know what you think! Feel free to drop a reply or reblog whatever. Much thanks to @avaritia-apotheosis for reading this over and making sure it wasn't too confusing. Next chapter will be up on Sunday - we're going weekly until the end. Regardless the link will be in the replies! Enjoy my friends.

The world exploded in pain…

…An explosion…

…Darkness…

Silence…

A ringing in his ears…

Too loud…

It was too loud…

“…an-ny!”

Hurts…

Burns…

Aches…

Pressure on his side…

Hurts - why does it hurt so much?

“…on Da…..sta….me!”

Something moved him…

Burns - so much pain.

“…dying…”

Oh.

That would do it.

Dying was bad.

He shouldn’t do that.

He felt himself push forward, through the burning pain.

His eyes fluttered open.

It was too bright…

Green - why was the sky green?

Why did it move?

Were there two skies?

“…nk go…ne…”

Something moved above him.

A shape.

Purple?

“Danny?”

So gentle.

Safe.

Worried.

Sam.

“Danny...”

She was speaking again.

To him?

To someone else?

Why was she so scared?

“…pressure…

wound…

Phantom…

blood…”

Ethelwulf.

Who was bleeding?

Pain erupted through him.

Something escaped his chest.

Heavy.

Raw.

Did he make that sound?

His core burned.

Oh.

He was trying to transform.

Could he still do that?

The sky moved.

Where were they now?

“…Shield…”

“…to -sig…”

His arm moved.

Something familiar was close.

That would help him right?

Shield.

They said the shield.

Was that his?

Something seared through him again.

It hurt.

“…on, okay? ….little more…”

She wanted him to hang on?

Did they not win?

Danger.

Protect.

His throat - was that his throat? - burned.

“…drop…shield…bad…”

No.

Shield…

Must protect…

Pain…

“…little longer…. Shield….home….ghost….”

He closed his eyes…

Hurts…

Pain…

Shield…

Hurts…

Family…

Shield…

Friends….

Shield.

“Ancients…”

Shield.

Anger?

“Danny….you’re…do…this….”

Fear?

Terror?

Shield.

Darkness…

Falling…

No…

Not Falling…

..Sinking…

..Sinking…

..Sinking…

Time.

He needed…

Needed some…

Time…

A Time Out.

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“-ny?”

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“Danny!”

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Someone grabbed his arm…

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Hurt…

…

“Danny!”

…

“Fenton!”

…

“Fenton!!”

…

He was hanging limply.

“Fenton!”

Danny gasped awake at his name, looking around wildly.

“Finally.”

He looked up at the gruff voice. “Phantom?” Danny queried. His ghost half hung off what Danny could only guess was a cliff with one arm. The other arm gripped Danny’s left, keeping him from dropping below into the darkness. Phantom’s jaw was tense, grunting softly in exertion. “What?”

Phantom shook his head. “No time,” he said quickly. He looked down at his human half. “You need to fix this.” Phantom’s eyes scrunched tightly, his gloved hand digging into the boy’s arm. “I can’t keep us like this for much longer.”

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed worriedly. “What do you need me to do?” he asked urgently. He looked down, frowning at the darkness.

“Think about getting us out of here,” Phantom told him. “Just onto solid ground.”

“It can’t be that easy,” he said flatly.

“Do you have a better idea? You’re the one who’s been unconscious for goodness knows how long,” Phantom bit back. He grunted again. “And I could really use a hand here.”

Danny sighed. As soon as the thought of solid ground crossed his mind, he was suddenly thrust upward by a gust of wind. He yelped, landing hard on something. He patted himself down, blinking in disbelief. “I’m okay!” he exclaimed.

“Great,” Phantom’s tired voice sounded from below. Danny frowned, turning around to see Phantom’s hand slipping from edge. “Little help?”

Danny moved quickly, grabbing his ghost half’s arm and pulling him up. Once Phantom was right side up, he flopped onto his back, gasping for air. Danny watched him with a frown, kneeling next to him. “You okay?” Phantom didn’t answer, scrunching his eyes tightly as he gasped. Danny looked himself over as the ghost teen lay in front of him; he didn’t seem to be injured at all. “Why am I okay and you’re not?” he wondered quietly.

“Neither of you are.”

Danny turned, surprised at the voice. Floating in front of them was one of Clockwork’s medallions, glowing in blue energy. “A time medallion?” Danny asked, standing up slowly to face it.

“The time medallion,” the voice stressed. It sounded like multiple people spoke, devoid of emotion. “You’ve not come in contact with one since you went to an alternate timeline.”

Danny stared. “How are you tal-“ he started, but waved his hands and stopping his train of thought. “Nevermind - priorities. What do you mean we’re not okay?”

The medallion flew toward the teen, stopping inches from his face. Danny braced himself for impact but lowered his arms when he realized it stopped. “Your fight with your future self has injured your body and mind,” it said.

Danny stared at it wide eyed. “Did we win?” he asked it.

“Winning is subjective,” it replied. “You are here because time wished it so.”

“What about my town? My family? Friends?” Danny pressed worriedly. “Are they okay?”

“Young halfa,” the medallion started. “That is currently irrelevant.”

“Irrelevant!?” Danny echoed hotly. “Listen you overbearing necklace, my evil self could be out there!”

“That is currently irrelevant,” the medallion repeated. “My master deemed you worthy - therefore you are here. Not out there.”

“And who exactly is your Master? Clockwork?” Phantom grunted, sitting up with effort and glared at the medallion. Fenton turned to his ghost half with a frown before shifting his gaze back to the medallion.

“Time,” it said. “It has smiled on you today half-human, half-ghost.” It shone brightly, engulfing their mindscape in blue. “You can end this paradox - but your battle is here. Time can interfere no longer.”

“In our mindscape?” Danny asked, confused. The medallion disappeared, leaving the two teens with more questions than answers.

“What was that about?” Phantom said, scowling. He winced, grabbing his knee harshly.

“No idea.” Fenton eyed the place the medallion disappeared from him before turning to Phantom curiously. “Why are you in pain and I’m not? Wouldn’t it make sense for us to share it?”

Phantom shook his head. “You wouldn’t be awake if I didn’t do this,” he said bitterly, putting his head on his knee. He closed his eyes, pressing his head further. “Fuck this hurts.”

Danny sat next to him, looking at him sympathetically. “How long was I out?”

“Not sure,” Phantom retorted shortly. He didn’t look up. “When I woke up, I watched you fall. I grabbed your hand but you were so heavy, I was almost dragged down too. You wouldn’t wake up and I could sense that something was wrong. So I started taking some of whatever pain you were feeling.”

“You mean all of it,” Danny replied with a frown. “Phantom…”

Phantom smiled wryly, half lidded green eyes glancing into a blue eyed glare. “Hero complex I guess,” he said. He grunted in pain again.

Danny sighed, turning to the rest of his mindscape. “We’re surrounded with Time Energy,” he said thoughtfully. The blue energy lit up as far as he could see. “Considering the medallion said time can’t interfere, it certainly seems like it wants to.”

Phantom nodded, green eyes narrowing at their surroundings. “We can end this paradox,” he muttered in thought.

“Our fight is here,” Danny finished, blue eyes turning to meet green. He sighed. “This won’t be easy.”

Phantom gave him a sarcastic glare. “Oh, you mean it’s not the Box Ghost?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Not even Box Ghost with Pandora’s Box,” he replied with a small smile. The smile faded, moving to stand again. “Can you keep going?” he asked worriedly.

Phantom frowned. “I don’t think we’ll have a choice,” he said bitterly. Danny grabbed Phantom’s arm and flung it over his shoulder, supporting his ghost half as they stood. Phantom faltered slightly, leaning heavily on the teen. He nodded when he could mostly support himself.

“We’ll go slow,” Danny told him quietly. Phantom nodded.

They walked for a long time, stopping from time to time when Phantom faltered. Eventually, they reached a wall of blue energy, crackling with electricity.

Danny let his ghost half down gently, staring at the wall with a frown. “Time energy? Or core?” he asked.

Phantom’s green eyes narrowed. “Time, I think,” he said. He grimaced in pain. “Don’t think our core can handle much right now.”

Danny glanced at Phantom, before walking toward it. “It’s blocking our path.” He put his hand out toward it, wincing as electricity danced around hum. He pushed forward, going through the wall with some resistance -

“That’s right. You feel that pain? It’s nothing, nothing, compared to what’s coming to you Danny.”

Danny gasped, withdrawing his hand with wide eyes.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Phantom asked anxiously.

Danny stared at the wall warily, breathing deeply. “I just heard Dan’s voice,” he told the ghost teen. “It was… I think it was before Sam got there.” He finally turned, looking his ghost half over. “I don’t think we’ll be able to chance it the way you are.”

Green eyes regarded the boy intensely. “Then you’ll have to go on without me.”

They stared at each other, Phantom’s last sentence hanging in the silence.

It was Danny who broke it. “I’m not doing that,” he said seriously.

Phantom raised an eyebrow in his direction. “You just said I would be holding you back” he countered.

“Well yeah, but I’m not leaving you here by yourself.” Danny gestured to him. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re not cut out for any more battles on your own.”

Phantom rolled his eyes. “Which is why you need to go on ahead.”

Both boys glared at each other, neither wanting to back down. Eventually, Danny sighed. “I don’t think I can face that alone,” he admitted quietly, looking away.

He heard Phantom sigh. “We’re more than just ghost powers,” Phantom reminded him gently. “And unfortunately, there are some things we do need to face on our own.”

Danny tilted his head, acknowledging his words. “The Time Medallion said our mind was injured,” he said softly. He faced the wall of energy again. “You think this would tell us why?”

“Dunno,” Phantom replied. When Danny didn’t reply, Phantom continued. “Fenton, you’re in charge here. Our consciousness may split, but you - human you - can manipulate the mindscape. I’m just an extension of you.” Danny turned back toward his ghost half. “I think the Time Medallion knew that too - it only interacted with you. Meaning that you’re the key to ending the paradox - not me.”

“But…” Danny started, trailing off.

Phantom smiled reassuringly. “Listen - you can get through this,” he said. “Once you do, just bring me to wherever you end up. Just do whatever you did to get back on solid ground.”

Danny nodded, biting his lip as he turned back to wall of energy apprehensively. He took a deep breath, steeling his resolve. “Okay,” he said determinedly.

“Good luck,” Phantom wished.

Danny stepped forward, mind set on the road through the barrier. Phantom disappeared behind him as images and electricity bombarded his senses. “Focus,” he said through gritted teeth. He stepped forward, ignoring the pain and whispers as he moved forward.

“No! They can’t be dead!”

Danny stumbled, falling at the sudden loud voice. His vision shifted, electricity moving through him as he was brought to the middle of a lab. He breathed hard on all fours as the electricity dissipated. Danny frowned, standing slowly as he looked around. Quiet murmurs of two people reached his ears. His eyes widened as he saw himself, in ghost form glaring at Vlad wildly. Danny’s frown deepened, not recognizing anything about this conversation.

“Daniel,” Vlad said quietly. He was remorseful. “You were there.”

Danny watched himself breathe heavily, taking in what the man said. “It’s all my fault,” he said, voice breaking, dropping to the floor and turning human.

Vlad crossed the lab hurriedly to the boy on the ground. “It was an accident.”

Blue eyes suddenly looked up toward Danny, turning red as his gaze settled on the boy. “It was your fault.”

Danny screamed as electricity attacked him again, making him drop to the ground. The lab disappeared, a flurry of images moving around him. Voices overpowered his hearing; he folded in on himself as he tried to move forward.

He was screaming - feeling Dan’s hand squeezing his core, electricity flowing through him.

“You’ll suffer as I had to, watching them die painfully one by one, knowing that you couldn’t do anything to save them.”

“No,” Danny grunted, his fists curling as he crawled forward, writhing in pain as he did so. “They’re alive.” More electricity attacked him, making him cry out. He pushed through it; they had to be alive.

“Why do you have it so easy? You, who kept that weakness of humanity for a lot longer than I did? Why?”

Danny’s face grew determined, pushing himself up through the pain. These were not his memories. “My humanity is a strength,” he panted, staggering forward.

“I just have to run out the clock until your entire life falls apart.”

“It won’t,” Danny argued with Dan’s voice. “I made my choice.” He stood straighter, the electricity starting to die down.

“Why did Clockwork try so hard for you?”

“He didn’t - I did,” Danny said. A different memory came alive - he recognized it.

He was in Lancer’s classroom, quietly studying for the makeup test next week.

“Danny?” Lancer called. The boy looked up. “Detention ended 10 minutes ago.”

Danny shook his head. “I need to be here Mr. Lancer,” he said determinedly.

Lancer sighed worriedly. “You know, the C.A.T. isn’t that big of a deal right?” the teacher said. “I only make it such to get you all used to studying for the S.A.T. next year.”

Danny gave him a grim smile. “It is for me.”

Danny looked out past the vision, seeing the end in sight.

Dan managed to get through his Ecto-Storm, reaching toward him with arm outstretch. He met the wild red eyes of his Ultimate Enemy and tapped into the raw energy within him. Fire and ice exploded outward just as Dan reached him again, freezing the evil ghost in place. Dan was shocked before the world disappeared in white.

“I made my choice,” Danny replied. His body glowed green, protecting him from the Time Energy around him. He needed to remember.

His family laughing at something exploding in the lab.

Training with his parents and Frostbite in the basement of FentonWorks.

Playing video games with Tucker.

Watching a meteor shower with Sam at camp.

Congratulating Jazz on getting into another college.

“It was never my fault,” Danny said confidently. “And I will never make that mistake again.”

“…What makes you so special that you changed my destiny?”

“Nothing,” Danny replied to the memory. “I just made a choice.” He walked forward through the time energy, feeling more and more confident with every step he made. He struggled as the electricity started to resume in intensity.

“YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

“Maybe,” Danny smiled sadly. “But I’m glad I have them.”

He yelled out determinedly, dragging himself out of the Time Energy. Once he was out, he dropped to his hands and knees, breathing hard. Vaguely, he noticed the energy behind him started to disappear and someone calling his name. “Phantom,” he called weakly.

“I’m here,” Phantom replied instantly, kneeling next to human half. “You got through it.” Phantom frowned, watching the human worriedly.

Danny shuddered. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. He looked up at his ghost half, still out of breath. “But it’s not over.”

Phantom looked grim. “No,” he agreed. “I don’t think so.”

They fell in a comfortable silence as Danny recovered, sitting backward in the dark mindscape.

“That last fight,” Danny started after a while. “That wasn’t just the Ecto-Storm, was it?”

Phantom gave him a pointed look. “What do you think?”

Danny frowned. “Thought so. Our core isn’t just damaged…. Is it?”

Phantom stared at Fenton for a long time. “There’s something else,” Phantom confirmed. “It’s not cold.”

“Heat?”

Phantom nodded.

Danny let out a long breath. “That’s where we need to go,” he said, staggering upward. Phantom followed suit, faltering slightly but regained his bearing quickly. “We need to find our core.”

They continued through the darkness for ages, not knowing what to expect when they reached their destination. Occasionally, one of the two would stumble, wracked by some unseen force before they continued.

Eventually they reached another wall of time energy.

Danny threw his head back and let out an exasperated groan. “Really?” he asked sarcastically.

Phantom patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, at least you know you can do this now,” he supplied unhelpfully.

“Think you can come along for this trip?” Danny asked with a raised eyebrow.

Phantom moved to the wall, putting his hand up to it and pushed forward. He wasn’t able to go through it. “It’s like an actual wall,” Phantom said with a groan. “One I can’t phase through.”

“Great,” Danny replied flatly. He sighed, moving forward and rolled up imaginary sleeves. “This better be the last one.”

Phantom gave him a reassuring smile as he moved toward the wall, gritting his teeth and braced himself for the electricity.

It never came.

Immediately, the world around him shifted, again making Phantom disappear. Danny looked up at the green-grey sky above. He frowned, suddenly recognizing where he was. “The Nasty Burger?” he whispered quietly.

“I'll tell you what's going on… Or better yet, I'll show you.”

“Jazz?” he questioned, confused. He ran toward the Nasty Burger, hiding behind a building as he watched Jazz in the Fenton Peeler attack the memory Danny full on. Dan’s disguise peeled away like a banana peel, leaving the evil Phantom on the ground.

“That’s not Danny!” she cried triumphantly.

Danny’s brow furrowed, looking as his parents trained their weapons at Dan. “This must be from before I got there,” he murmured. He watched Dan fly upward, goading his parents about his identity. Dan put his family, friends and Lancer against the Nasty Vat; Jazz attacked him. Dan put her on the vat too, starting to laugh menacingly. Danny turned above. “Which means -“

“Hey, old man!”

Danny turned at his past self’s entrance, flying forward with vigour. “Here we go,” he said. He watched himself tackle Dan, floating in front of his family.

“Don't worry. I won't turn into that. Ever. I promise.”

Past Danny turned to Danny, green locking with blue determinedly. “Make sure you keep that promise.”

Danny nodded, watching as his past self turn back to the events as they played out.

Danny kept moving, rushing past the fight now raging behind him. Images shifted violently around him, making him stop with a frown.

“You’re right,” Dan agreed darkly. Danny watched as an image of him and Dan outside of a cave materialized in front of him. “I am strong, stronger than you could be.” Dan blasted memory-Danny backward, Danny wincing as he watched himself hit a tree. “That’s ‘cause I gave up my humanity - you would’ve too if given the chance.”

Danny watched himself falter, growling at Dan’s taunts. “Forgot about this,” he muttered, eyes narrowing at Fake-Dan.

“And to think, that power in you is just itching to be released,” Dan continued. “Waiting for you to turn evil.”

Memory-Danny stared at him with wide eyes. “What?” he asked.

Dan laughed again, walking toward him. “Don’t you feel it? The power from the wail? Keep using it Danny, it’ll speed up the inevitable.”

Danny ran in front of his past self, staring up into the memory defiantly. “Liar,” he accused. “I choose my own path.”

The memory faded, meshing in with a variety of images again. Once they settled, he found himself on a beach, watching from afar as he unleashed the Ecto-Storm for the first time. "I will never be you," he heard himself vow, his ghostly echo seeming more otherworldly as his powers ran rampant. "So leave my friends and family alone!” More attacks and then memory-Danny spoke again. "I am done being afraid of you!"

Danny gasped, watching as his past self turned the copy of Dan into dust with one blow. Swallowing slightly, he pushed forward, ignoring the howling wind from above, the storm completely disappearing.

“Nope, don’t want to relive the next part,” he muttered bitterly, shaking his head. “That sucked.”

The island disappeared, replacing it with three sets of images. Danny stopped, watching as Dan battled with his mother, father and Jazz in concern.

“And yet you’re right in front of me!” Dan roared at Jazz. Danny looked toward his sister worriedly. She, however, didn’t look worried.

“But I’m not your Jazz,” she said gently to Dan. Her eyes were kind as she held the bazooka steady. “I’m his big sister. Not yours.”

Dan roared, making both Danny and Jazz flinch as he released a blast behind him. “He’ll lose you too. He doesn’t deserve this timeline - what good did he do to deserve this? Not cheat on a test? He should suffer, just like I have!”

Danny frowned, watching Dan get angrier. “Come on Plasmius, what took you,” Danny said, looking desperately to the skies.

“Danny made his decision a long time ago. He’s come a long way from the darkness you caused.”

That did it; Danny’s eyes widened as Dan lost it.

“I caused? I caused!?” Dan shouted. His ghostly aura flared at her words. “This was all his fault. Danny Fenton - playing the hero. He’s no hero Jazz. All that good you think he’s done? He’d throw it away in an instant if it was hard work.”

Danny watched Dan’s tirade, turning to the other images around him. His family had been fighting with him all this time. A surge of gratitude washed over him as he saw them not only recognize Dan for who he was, but held their own. Dan’s words were no longer true. He wasn’t going to throw this away. He kept going, more resolved to reach the other side.

When he saw the last wall, Danny jumped at it with a determined shout as he passed through. He fell to the ground, panting from exertion. “Well,” he said between breaths. “That’s wasn’t as bad as last time.”

“I beg to differ.”

Danny stiffened at the voice. He looked up slowly, still on the ground and out of breath to meet red eyes with surprised blue ones.

Dan sat as if he was on a throne, drumming his hand on the invisible arm with a smug smile on his face. He stood up, walking toward the frozen boy on the ground. “It’s much, much worse.”

:-=-:

Ethelwulf frowned as he looked at the new data on the console screen. “Frostbite, come take a look at this,” he called over. Frostbite and Clockwork both floated toward the screen, glancing at it with concerned eyes. Danny’s brain activity had started to become more agitated a few hours prior, core heat stabilizing below freezing, but still warm enough to cause him harm. A ghostly humanoid hand pointed to the screen. “This is the ecto-signature Tucker wrote for Danny,” he said. The screen shifted as he pressed a button. “This is Danny’s current ecto-signature. Notice anything?”

Frostbite frowned, glancing at one green and purple sample and one green, purple and red. “They’re different?” he asked.

“But have some similarities,” Clockwork said quietly. He pointed to the green and purple parts of the second profile as a weathered hand traced a line back to the first. “They line up.”

“Precisely,” Ethelwulf confirmed. He pulled up a third image, the profile looking more like the first but still had red intertwined. “This is what his ecto-signature looked like when we brought him back. Those red profiles? They were only visible under UV light.”

Frostbite bristled. “Correct me, but UV light is hot, is it not,” he asked with disdain.

Ethelwulf nodded. “Now look what happens when I take the UV light away.” All three images flickered, before becoming identical.

Frostbite gasped. “It looks the same! This explains the instability of his core temperature.”

Clockwork’s eyes hardened. “Ethelwulf,” he said seriously. “That means - “

“His ecto-signature hasn’t changed,” Ethelwulf confirmed, rising. “There’s a second ecto-signature attacking his core.”

Frostbite caught on, narrowing his eyes. “Dan,” he said gravely. “He’s here.”

As Ethelwulf stood up, Clockwork cried out in pain, blue energy rippling through his entire being. The old Time Master hissed, watching as the world around him slow. Etelwulf and Frostbite were moving slowly, regardless of their time medallions. He turned desperately to the infirmary down the hall. “Daniel,” he whispered worriedly.

The end was coming.

:-=-:

Danny’s eyes darkened. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said angrily, pushing himself onto his knees.

“Shouldn’t I?” Dan drawled, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who brought me here.”

Danny’s entire body stopped. “What?” he tested breathlessly.

Dan laughed. “It was too perfect actually,” he said, stopping halfway. He waved his hand in front of him, grasping at air. “I was trying to get to your core, but you surprised me Danny. Didn’t think you had it in you to release all that raw energy at once.” He smiled crudely. “It was a good thing I left my imprint on your core earlier in our fight. I was sucked in when your body tried to save you. Two Phantoms - one body.”

Danny’s eyes widened. “So what now?” he asked darkly.

“Oh,” Dan said in fake lightness. “Depends.” His smile grew menacing. “What are you going to do to stop me?” He threw an ecto-blast toward the teen.

“Fenton!”

Danny felt himself get tackled, bouncing across the mindscape. He looked up at Phantom’s worried face. “You good?” Phantom asked.

Danny nodded, frowning at his ghost half. “Are you?”

Phantom scowled. “Does it matter?” he retorted. He pointed backward. “We have him to deal with.”

Both boys turned back to an irate Dan. “Of course,” the evil spectre said with disdain. “You always have some last ditch plan up your sleeve.” Dan snapped his fingers. “Good thing I came prepared.”

A bluish white orb appeared between them, pulsing in a slow, deliberate pattern. Even from where they were, Danny could feel the temperature of his core rising.

Dan smirked at the two dumbfounded teens, his hand lighting up in blue flames. “Your core is weakened Danny, pushed past your limits to save the people you care about. So what’s going to save you?” Dan sent a fireball toward the floating core.

“No!” yelled Phantom, releasing an ice blast. It blocked the fireball, making it explode away from the core. Both ghosts glared at each other as Phantom stepped in front of Danny protectively.

Danny looked at his ghost core worriedly, frowning as it started to cool. “Phantom,” he asked urgently. “What happens if we lose in our mindscape?”

Dan turned to the teen. “Then you die,” he told him gleefully. “There are two dominant consciousness’ in here. If your core falls - you lose and I win.”

Phantom scoffed bitterly. “Like I’d let that happen,” he said unwaveringly. His green eyes found the fearful blue of his human half. “Danny, you need to get out of here,” Phantom told the boy quietly. “I can hold him off until -“

“Until what?!” Danny shot back. “I’m useless in here.”

Phantom shook his head. “You can end this,” he reminded him. When Danny went to argue Phantom cut across him. “You can.”

Dan growled, getting the attention of both of them. “I’d like to see you try,” he hissed. The older launched himself at the younger with arms ablaze. Danny and Phantom dove in opposite directions, narrowly avoiding the attack. Phantom wasted little time, kicking Dan in the gut as he jumped upward. The teen’s green hands glowed as he readied an attack, swiping and blocking an incoming punch to the face. Phantom pushed back, making Dan lose balance and tackled the older ghost. Dan recovered quickly, flying at the younger ghost, grabbing him forcefully and slamming him into the ground.

Danny watched as his ghost half squared off with Dan, completely shell-shocked at the intensity of the fight in front of him. He pushed himself off the ground slowly, watching as Phantom unleashed a series of ecto-blasts at Dan. Dan blocked all but two, wincing before his aura shone green, unleashing a large energy burst onto the younger Phantom. Danny seemed forgotten in the battle for his mind, as was -

As was his core.

Danny turned, looking at the orb floating lower and lower to the ground, feeling the temperature fluctuate between hot and cold as the two ghosts fought around him. He frowned in thought, watching it flicker between white and blue, looking for any type of pattern that he could use to his advantage. “If that’s changing,” Danny murmured to himself, watching a large ice blast being thrown into a fire blast. His core turned whiter as Phantom got a small upper hand. “Yes!” he exclaimed softly. Determined, the teen broke out into a run toward the core as the ghosts fought on. He dodged a stray ecto-blast, sliding right under the orb as it floated to the ground. He gasped as he caught it, surprised at the strong images trying to bombard his senses.

Talking with Mr. Lancer and Tucker.

The shield.

Sam and Ethelwulf watching two Ecto-Storms collide.

Danny shook his head, trying to focus on the memory of the shield. Something had happened to it. Gritting his teeth, he saw it grow, drawing power from deep within his core.

“Dammit Danny! Save your energy… please. You’re hurt. Don’t do this!”

It was Sam’s voice. He must have been in rough shape when he put the shield up for her to be begging; Sam doesn’t beg.

His core nagged at him, showing him more images of the shield.

The shield was breaking, weakened by the constant attacks throughout the day. So was his body - so how was he supposed to survive this and keep his family safe? If he took it down there’d be a good chance he’d live but - pain ripped through his being, clawing its way through his chest. Dan couldn’t win.

Sam was still talking to him, her voice quiet and desperate. She was scared - so was he if he was honest. He didn’t want to die. Maybe they could save him? They trusted him to protect them… he trusted them to save him. Energy flowed through from the battered core through his arm to the shield.

“Okay,” he said softly to the core, realizing what it wanted as the images gave way. He curled his body around it protectively. “I understand. We can -“ he cut himself off with a yell as an ecto-blast hit him from behind. Danny groaned, falling forward to protect his core.

“Think I forgot about you human?” Dan spat, narrowed red eyes glaring in his direction. “Where do you think you’re going with my core?”

Danny hissed, glaring defiantly at his older self. Phantom was pushing himself off the ground and faltering as he rushed to get back up.

Dan smirked as Danny stayed silent. Already the teen felt the core’s temperature rising. “You want to hear what I’d do first when I have control of your body?” Dan asked snidely. Danny tightened his grip on his core as Dan came closer. “Oh, I won’t kill you right away. I’m going to make you watch as I destroy every last one of the people in Amity. Then your friends and family - I wonder, who would make you break the fastest?”

Danny stood slowly, putting the core behind him. “I’ll stop you,” he vowed quietly, voice full of conviction. He felt the core in his hand grow colder at his words. “You won’t win.”

Dan reached the boy, matching the disgust and disdain reflected back at him. Dan chuckled lowly. “In what time?” he asked maliciously. His arm raised as blue flames appeared above him. “Face it Danny, you’re too late.” His hand came down to attack the boy, Danny still glaring at Dan with no fear.

Dan’s hand bounced off a strong green ecto-shield as Phantom materialized in front of the boy, protecting them both. Dan snarled, pounding his fist into the shield as Phantom dug his boots into the imaginary ground. “Go!” His ghost half ordered.

Danny nodded, letting go of his core and ran forward. His chest burned as he ran, ignoring the loud sounds of ecto-blasts exploding in the distance.

“I can do this,” Danny said determinedly, wincing as something hurt deep within his chest. He shook his head, pushing aside the new sensation. “I just need to -“ he didn’t finish his sentence, feeling himself being pulled upward into bright light.

:-=-:

It was 3:14am.

Tucker and Sam left around 9:30, vowing to return as soon as they could. Jazz promised she would update them. They had given him a small bit of diluted Ecto-Enhancer eight hours ago.

The rest of the Fentons kept vigil over the youngest, watching for any sign that he was getting better. When they weren’t sitting in silence, they were taking turns sleeping.

No one was leaving Danny alone tonight.

Maddie sighed tiredly, glancing at Jazz who was nodding off, psychology textbook slipping through her fingers as sleep threatened to claim her. Jack chuckled fondly at the sight, locking eyes with his wife from across the bed.

Two beeps in rhythm. The third had an echo.

He’s alive. Maddie thought factually. Those beeps mean he’s here. He can make it through this.

Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heart a;nd Core beat.

The steady rhythm kept time.

“He’s fighting,” Jack told her strongly.

Heartbeat.

Heartbeat.

Core and heart beat.

Madie nodded. “He always is,” she said with a proud smile. “Don’t think we’d ever be able to stop him.”

Jack smiled. “Darn right too,” he said. “Fentons don’t give up.”

Heartbeat.

Core and Heartbeat.

Maddie and Jack bristled at the last noise, scrambling to look at the monitor. Another heart and core beat shrilled, breaking Jazz out of her daze, sitting up on high alert. “What’s wrong,” she asked hurriedly, rushing forward.

Maddie pursed her lips. “Jack, his core is starting to beat faster,” she told him. Her eyes widened, “And his temperature is fluctuating rapidly, I -“

Danny’s body twitched, cutting her off. All three Fentons stared at the bed in disbelief. Danny’s core beat faster still. Another twitch.

“Jazz…” Maddie whispered, looking up into her husband’s uncertain eyes. “Can you -“

Danny’s body arched upwards, thrashing on the bed as his core started to beat alarmingly fast. Maddie and Jack moved quickly, holding their son down to avoid excess injury.

“Danny!” all three Fentons cried, alarmed.

The boy continued to thrash, oblivious to their shouts. He arched up through his restraints, face twisted painfully as he breathed hard into the mask.

“Danny,” Jack coaxed loudly as he held the boy down by the shoulders. “It’s okay, your safe.”

Maddie tore her gaze back to the monitor; his core temperature spiked above and below zero readily. “Jazz, Ethelwulf, now!” she barked worriedly, moving toward her son’s head. Jazz rushed out of the room. “Danny, you’re home,” she told him, smoothing his hair back comfortingly. He arched up again, twisting his face into the pillow. “You need to wake up okay?”

Four core beats per heartbeat.

“Danny!” they cried.

:-=-:

He heard the shouts of the Fentons, watched as Jasmine burst out of the room, slowing down gradually as she moved toward the ghosts. Her eyes widened, seeking out Clockwork’s gaze as her body slowed, trying to stop in slow motion. He watched her piece together what was happening just as she managed to stop.

Clockwork floated to the ground as more time energy rippled outward violently. “Danny,” he grunted to the girl desperately. “Get to Danny.”

He watched her head move, nodding her head twice painstakingly slow. She turned her body, headed back to the room, slowly getting faster.

Clockwork gritted his teeth, waiting as his young charge stopped time within the paradox, fighting with an unseen foe. He groaned after fifteen minutes, feeling time slacken slightly as Ethelwulf finally noticed something was wrong with time.

Clockwork grunted again, frowning as he searched through the pathways of time for any hint of the outcome. He had prepared Danny as best he could but he was so young - could he truly do this?

It was another thirty-seven before time reset and Clockwork’s form shifted for the first time in two weeks.

:-=-:

Danny’s eyes flew open with a gasp, as if he couldn’t get enough air. Very suddenly his eyes closed, grimacing painfully with a wordless cry of agony.

“Danny!” Maddie cried, relieved. Jack echoed her, tears coming to both parents’ eyes.

His eyes opened, staring up at the ceiling and blinking. He tried to move, eyes scrunching tightly as a pained, raspy noise escaped his lips.

“I know,” Maddie said soothingly, pushing his hair back. “I know sweetheart, but you’re okay.”

Danny’s brow furrowed in confusion as he opened his eyes half-lidded. She wasn’t entirely sure he was focusing on her.

“Son,” Jack whispered worriedly. Maddie let her husband get into Danny’s field of vision. “Dan’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

Danny arched upward with a groan, trying to tug weakly at the oxygen mask still around his face. Maddie removed it gently, watching her son gasp for air as his body twitched.

Jack turned back to the monitor with a deep frown. “Maddie,” he said warningly. Maddie looked up at his tone. “His core temperature.”

Her head whipped back, gasping as she watched her son’s core still spike above freezing. Danny let out another noise of pain. She turned her attention back to him. “Sweetie, what is it, what’s wrong?” she asked urgently.

Danny looked as if he tried to say something, nothing more than a pained gurgling sound escaping his lips. He whimpered, arching upward again. Jack held him down.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said determinedly. “You’re not hurting yourself anymore kiddo.”

Blue eyes stared up at his parents, pleading with them to understand something.

Maddie frowned, a quick plan forming. “Danny you’re back at FentonWorks,” Maddie tried again, locking eyes with her son. He continued to twitch underneath Jack’s arms. “Blink once if you understand, twice if you don’t.”

One blink.

Both Maddie and Jack let out a small relieved breath as they looked worriedly at the screen. “Your core is overheating,” Maddie continued. One blink. “Do you know why? Once yes, twice no.” One blink.

Danny arched upward with a groan, his core beating faster once more. His eyes became panicked, staring up at his parents with urgency. They flashed green briefly, before he grimaced, arching up again.

“Something’s wrong?” Jack supplied. One blink. “Dan?” One blink. “Danny you beat him.”

Two blinks.

Jack and Maddie stilled. Danny blinked twice once more.

“He hasn’t been seen since you last fought,” Maddie said quickly. “Do you know where -“ one blink cut her off.

“Time’s slowing down; Dan’s here!” Jazz exclaimed worriedly, rushing over to her brother’s bedside. She gave him a watery smile of relief before becoming serious. “Danny’s, he’s here, isn’t he?” One blink. Jazz swallowed nervously as Danny looked more panicked.

“Where?” Maddie exclaimed, whirling around.

Danny let out a pained noise, eyes flickering green and then red before returning to blue.

Jack’s face grew grim, looking to the monitor as the pieces came together. “Maddie,” he said urgently.

Maddie gasped, realizing it also. She turned back to her son in horror. “Danny? He’s -“ One blink, another pained noise escaping his throat as he thrashed on the bed. His core temperature started to rise as his eyes flickered red again; Danny’s eyes closed tightly in pain.

“Okay little brother, you can do this,” Jazz uttered hurriedly. “Dan’s jealous of you, so use that to your advantage. You’re stronger than he is. Take down the shield and end this paradox.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Jack assured, holding onto his son tightly.

“You’re not fighting alone,” Maddie told him gently. “Just come back to us.”

Danny’s eyes opened painfully, flickering green and blue for a moment before his body slackened. He dropped back onto the bed, eyes rolling backward and breathed shallowly.

:-=-:

Consciousness was unkind as he awoke, his body burning in agony. He heard his parents call out to him, felt disoriented at his surroundings. His core ached painfully, making his body move in protest.

Someone was stroking his hair.

It was nice, soothing.

Loud, shrill beeping made his head pound.

“..you’re home…”

Mom. She was safe.

Where was Dad? Jazz?

Home? He was home?

Pain tore through his body.

“Danny!”

His eyes flew open, throat burning as he gasped for air.

It hurt.

He tried to scream but he couldn’t make a sound.

Eyes closed again, too much effort to keep them open.

“Danny!” his parents’ relieved cries reached his ears.

Where were they?

He forced his eyes to open, staring up into the bright lights of the Fenton Infirmary. He tried to move, a fresh wave of pain washing over him. His throat burned as a raspy noise escaped his lips.

Why did he feel like he was tied down?

“I know,” his Mom was pushing his hair back again. “I know sweetheart, but you’re okay.”

Okay?

Oh something was not okay.

Too warm, too much pain.

Eyes opened, blurry figure above.

“Son.” His Dad was there too - thank goodness. He sounded worried. His Dad’s blurry orange figure moved above him. “Dan’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

His chest felt heavy, burning as if he was on fire.

No - he wasn’t.

Dan was here.

Something was on his face… he needed to warn them.

Suddenly it was gone, breathing became a lot harder.

He tried to speak, pitiful noises escaping him.

Why did it hurt so damn much?

His parents were speaking again. More pain.

“Sweetie, what is it, what’s wrong?” Mom asked him.

Dan he tried to say. He’s attacking me. He’s going to hurt you. We need to stop him.

His parents stared at him worriedly.

He felt like he was being stabbed, arching up as his core throbbed.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not hurting yourself anymore kiddo.” His Dad held him down.

Please. He’s here. I can’t…

“Danny you’re back at FentonWorks,”His mom was speaking, looking him in the eye. She had an idea - she must have. He felt his body move on his own. “Blink once if you understand, twice if you don’t.”

He blinked once.

“Your core is overheating,”

One blink again.

“Do you know why? Once yes, twice no.”

Again one blink.

He could do -

He arched upward with a groan, his core beating faster once more.

It felt like it was going to explode.

He was losing.

He looked up in panic, staring up at his parents with urgency.

They needed to understand.

“Something’s wrong?” His Dad supplied.

Yes!

One blink.

“Dan?”

One blink.

“Danny you beat him.”

Two blinks.

No. He’s here. He’s trying to kill me.

His parents stiffened.

Did they believe him? He blinked twice once more.

He had to hurry.

“He hasn’t been seen since you last fought. Do you know where -“

Danny blinked once before she could finish.

“Time’s slowing down; Dan’s here!”

Jazz.

She was okay too.

Suddenly, she was there, all business.

“Danny’s, he’s here, isn’t he?”

A small sense of relief washed over him as he blinked once.

His core ached again - he felt too warm.

How could he get them to understand?

Something in their voices shifted.

His Mom gasped. “Danny? He’s -“

One blink, another pained noise escaping his throat as he thrashed on the bed.

How the hell was he still alive?

“Okay little brother, you can do this,” Jazz uttered hurriedly. She came back into focus. “Dan’s jealous of you, so use that to your advantage. You’re stronger than he is. Take down the shield and end this paradox.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” his Dad assured.

“You’re not fighting alone,” His Mom told him gently. “Just come back to us.”

Shield? Could he even use his powers anymore?

He tried anyway, power rushed through him.

Hurthurtshurtshurts.

The shield - he felt it.

A sudden release.

The world disappeared….

…

The haze of unconsciousness was equally unkind, Danny landing in his mindscape with a grunt of pain. He doubled over, wincing as his chest throbbed. “Where are you?” he muttered. An explosion answered him. Danny stood slowly, turning his head toward it. Another ecto-blast made him frown.

“Our consciousness may split, but you - human you - can manipulate the mindscape,” Phantom had said. So all he needed to do was think about it.

“Take me to my core,” he said quietly.

He felt a slight pull, the mindscape shifting as small green lights exploded in the distance. They got closer, Danny running toward them worriedly. Heat was radiating around him. “Hang in there Phantom,” he muttered. The pulling stopped, making Danny stumble slightly. He frowned, looking around before he heard Phantom cry out in pain.

His eyes found Phantom’s crumpled form, doubled over in front of their core painfully. He was bruised and battered. Their core was blue, pulsing painfully as the temperature rose. Dan stood triumphantly in front of Phantom.

“You’ve lost,” Dan told the young ghost cruelly. Danny’s eyes narrowed in thought, realizing neither of them recognized his presence. “Letting him go was a waste of time. Do you realize how close you are to dying?”

“Fenton will come through,” Phantom argued, wincing as he glared up at the evil ghost. “You shouldn’t underestimate him.” Danny moved closer, eying his ghost half warily as a plan started to form.

Dan scoffed. “What can he do that I can’t?”

“Dan’s jealous of you, so use that to your advantage. You’re stronger than he is.” Jazz had told him. Danny’s eyes widened, realizing what he had missed in Dan’s plans.

“That’s enough,” Danny said forcefully. Red and green eyes turned to the boy as he walked toward the two ghosts calmly. They tracked his movements as Danny put himself in between his ghost half and evil self. “That’s enough.”

Dan laughed scathingly. “And what are you going to do to stop me?”

“Fenton, what are you doing?” Phantom asked worriedly.

Danny turned his head to his ghost half, smiling slightly before he looked back to Dan. The smile slid off his face, replaced by pity and remorse for the first time. “I’m sorry about your family,” he told Dan sympathetically.

Dan’s eyes widened, taking a step back in disbelief before a cruel smile replaced it. “What?” he asked darkly. “I don’t need your pity.”

Danny nodded solemnly. “I know… but I’m also not you,” Danny continued calmly. Behind him, Phantom sat up on his knees, wide eyed. “But you were me - and if what happened to you happened to me? I would blame myself too.” Danny smiled ruefully. “In fact, I did - for a really long time.”

“Because it was your fault,” Dan accused, aura flaring at his words.

Danny shook his head. “No,” he said softly. “It was an accident. It was no one’s fault, Dan.”

Dan’s aura flared dangerously. “How would you know anyway?” Dan asked darkly.

Danny let out a low chuckle. “You fused a Time Medallion in me,” he said sardonically. “Did you think that wouldn’t have any side effects? I’ve been seeing bits of your past for months.” His tone softened. “I saw the aftermath of the explosion.” An image of a past Danny running toward the Nasty Burger appeared around them. Both ghosts gasped as Danny continued. “I saw the funeral.” Memory Danny being led by the caskets now joined the other. “I saw your interactions with Vlad to make you this way.” More images now.

“What are you doing!?” Dan exclaimed, growling at the images around them.

Danny looked up at him determinedly. “I saw it all - even when I faced you.” Danny smiled wryly. “You felt it right? All that power I wielded? All because of the Time Medallion you used to trap me in the future.” He laughed. “Ironic huh?”

“No,” Dan snarled. He gestured wildly to the images around him. “This isn’t power! This is weakness.”

“Why do you have it so easy?”

Dan’s voice echoed around them from the memories.

“Ghosts are supposed to live in the past,” Danny continued softly. “That’s how they draw power. Vlad knows that - it’s why his anger and jealously of Dad keeps him going.” The boy gave his evil self a pointed look. “You knew it too - that’s why you went there. I didn’t understand until now.” Danny looked up at Dan’s memories wistfully. “Me? I’m still human.” He looked Dan in the eyes. “Meaning I face my past and shape my future. It’s why I was able to get past the time visions trapping us here. Did you even try to go through the Time Energy?” Danny paused, glancing backward to Phantom before he returned his attention Dan. “I keep growing.” He shook his head, keeping eye contact with the ghost. “So I won’t ever let you win.”

Dan had heard enough. He moved toward Danny, reading a punch. Phantom shouted a word of warning but Danny smiled sadly, watching as Dan inched closer and stopped the punch with his hand. He didn’t flinch as Dan’s hand lit up in green, trying to blast through the boy. Red eyes widened in surprise, as did green.

“How are you doing that?” Phantom whispered in awe, gripping his arm with a wince.

“You’re the one who said I controlled the mindscape,” Danny retorted with an amused raised eyebrow. He pushed Dan backward, watching the ghost stumble backward and looking up at his human self in alarm. “Dan has no more power here.”

With a manic roar, Dan lunged at his human self with blue flames. Danny blocked it again, protecting his ghost half with a stretched out palm. Dan kept attacking, aura flaring dangerously. “No!” he screamed. “No! I am inevitable! I will kill them all, you hear me you little runt? I will kill them! You deserve this!”

Danny heard Phantom stagger to his feet, coming up next to his human half. “You were created out of rage,” Danny told him sombrely. “That self-loathing you’ve felt for all that time? It fuelled that rage; let you give in to that power. It’s why you couldn’t control it.”

“Having that much power, it's a burden, isn't it, child?”

“The power isn't the burden. The burden is in how I use it…”

The three looked up at the memory before back at each other. “I was afraid of my powers,” Danny admitted, glancing at his ghost half. “Not of having them… just fully accepting them. I thought that if I gave into them, I would lose myself. Become the Ghost King… or worse; become you. But you reminded me - my family? My friends? They’re the reason I keep fighting. I’ll never forget that - ever. I’m not alone.” He shot Dan a pitied smile. “I’m sorry you have to be.”

“In my weaker moments…”

“Stop it!” Dan cried, clutching his head. He dropped to his knees as the images around them bombarded him. He looked like he was in pain. “Make it stop! I will -“

“Lose,” Danny finished solemnly. His left eye turned green locking eyes with Phantom, whose eyes mirrored his. Ecto-Energy whipped up around their feet. Their core floated over to them, hovering in between Fenton and Phantom. “Because we’re ready to move on.” Energy shot upward, swirling around them as if they were in a hurricane. Their core pulsed strongly, turning white as a sonic boom of blue energy whooshed outward.

Dan cried out in pain, eyes wide and almost fearful. “You can’t destroy me!” he howled. “I’m a part of you whether you like it or not - you can never get rid of me Danny.”

The memories around them started to fuse with the Ecto-Storm, becoming stronger and crackling with raw power. Danny smiled grimly. “You’re right,” he told the ghost softly as his power grew. “And I accept that... but I’m done letting you hold me back.” Both Phantom and Danny nodded at each other, releasing their hold on the storm and watched it explode outward, flying through Dan as he disappeared in a wordless scream of rage.

The Ecto-Storm died down around them, getting weaker as it continued to push outward. Their memories disappeared, silence deafening the mindscape. Danny dropped to his knees, watching his ghost core float toward him as it started to cool. He breathed hard, staring out at where Dan used to be in slight disbelief.

He won.

“You okay?” Phantom asked softly, kneeling down. Green eyes looked the boy over in concern.

Danny swallowed heavily, still breathing hard. “I…” he started, shaking his head. “I will be.”

Phantom nodded. The two teens were silent for a while before Phantom spoke again. “How did you…” he started before smiling. “Three outcomes… Think this is what Clockwork meant?”

Danny shrugged, finally turning to his ghost half. “Maybe,” he said. “I just accepted it all; visions, power, help. Doubt Clockwork can read minds.” Suddenly, he grimaced. “We’re going to hate what comes next though.”

Phantom looked at him worriedly. “What can be worse than that?”

Danny looked at him, dead-panned. “Recovery.”

:-=-:

The Fentons stared at each other, breathing hard.

“Clockwork told me to get to him” Jazz whispered, swallowing slightly. “Ethelwulf and Frostbite are mostly frozen in time. I started to slow down when I ran away from here. I think Danny’s stopping time again.”

The monitor shrilled, the Fentons watching as a large spike of heat went dangerously upward. Danny broke out into a small sweat, wheezing as he twitched fitfully.

“You can do it Danny,” Maddie murmured, putting his oxygen mask back on. He did not respond. Jazz walked over to the sink, running a small towel under the cold water. She came back and wordlessly handed it to her Mom, who nodded in thanks. She dabbed his forehead tenderly.

“Can Clockwork do anything?” Jack asked, not taking his eyes off Danny’s face.

“He’s…” Jazz bit her lip. “Whatever’s happening with Clockwork, we can’t get to him. Time is only moving in this room.”

Jack swallowed. “So it’s just us,” he whispered, gripping Danny’s shoulder comfortingly. Vaguely, they felt the ground shake beneath them, ignoring it as they stayed by Danny’s side. The boy stopped twitching, completely unconscious, making the father frown. “That had to be his shield,” Jack said quietly. Maddie nodded, also frowning at the stillness of the boy in front of him as she continued to try and cool him down.

It felt like ages as they waited, the shrilling monitor still sounding angrily beside them. Jack moved back, watching his wife still continued to cool Danny down. It was thirty agonizing minutes later that something happened.

The monitor froze, the heart and core beats no longer pulsing in any comforting rhythm. Danny shuddered, a blue aura glowing around him. It spread outward, pulsing out of his chest with gentle force. When the light subsided, a small, broken time medallion laid on his chest.

Heartbeat.

Heartbeat.

Core and Heartbeat.

“Did he….” Jack whispered hopefully. Maddie turned wordlessly to the monitor, finding his core temperature.

It was falling steadily.

Jazz walked backward toward her chair, planting herself in it heavily as she looked at her brother in awe.

“He did it,” Maddie whispered in disbelief. Her lip trembled as she brought her hands to her mouth. “He did it!”

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“I am not going to join your band” Part 2

aka “I don’t know if I can join your band”

Part 2 is here with Mitch being a good best friend and slightly over protective + Harry jamming with you ;) 

Word Count: 4.8k | Warnings: crying, makeouts, swearing - otherwise its pure HS1 album FLUFF

agh my Tumblr is being so complicated - I was finally about to post this and then the page quit on me and deleted the draft but we are here again so hopeful it works!!  PLEASE give me feedback - I love to know what y’all think and let me know if anyone wants a part 3!

Part 1!

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Later in the Day

It was nearing the end of the official workday, the day when you had played for the entire crew that was working on Harry’s album. The stress of the day and the work you had done with Harry and Mitch on the song had made you more tired than you had ever been after any previous day in the studio.

“Y/N, would you mind staying late tonight? I want to keep working on the song from earlier and I want your input since it’s your tune after all.” 

You sat on an empty couch and looked up at Harry. “But Mitch is my ride?” you asked. “Oh...I mean I already assumed he was staying, but I can go check with him?” Harry gave a quick wink and then turned on his heel, quickly disappearing from your sight.

Of course, right then, Mitch walked through the opposite door, looking down at his phone. He glanced up and saw you, then he slowly switched his course to sit beside you. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the sweater he wore today was soft with black and dark purple stripes. You had given it to him for Christmas this past year. He usually only wore it for special occasions so you had been a bit surprised to see it on him today.

“You look tired,” Mitch said as he reached around to your shoulder and gave you a light pet.

“Harry wants us to stay and work on the piece I played earlier,” was all you responded, ignoring his previous statement. 

Mitch stiffened up, slightly, and rustled his body, making you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him inquisitively. “I can’t stay late tonight,” was all he said, his face unreadable and his eyes not willing to meet yours.

“Mitch, what’s up?” your eyes filled with concern, “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you’ve caught a cold?”

Mitch’s eyes flashed around the room, making sure the two of you wouldn’t be overheard. Then he turned to you, moving one leg to rest underneath him, the other hanging off the couch. 

He whispered, “I’m going on a date with Sarah tonight.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You still loved Mitch and he had found Sarah. Admittedly, they were perfect together, and you had never seen him smile so much with anyone else besides you - and Harry, now.

And you knew, you knew the way he looked at Sarah was never the way he looked at you. Maybe you had never had anything to compare it with before or maybe all this time you had been deluding yourself, but Mitch never looked passionately at you, with the fire of admirance and love in his eyes - it seemed to be reserved only for Sarah.

Sarah was wonderful, you and her got along well, and she put up with Mitch’s idiosyncrasies. If anyone was taking Mitch away from you, you guessed you had to be lucky it was Sarah. Still, you couldn’t help the lump in your throat that you had when Mitch told you his news.

“Well,” you looked away from Mitch’s gleaming eyes, “I’ll just ask Harry if he can give me a lift home when we’re done here. Enjoy your date, Mitch. You deserve to be happy.”

Mitch noticed the look on your face and he felt horrible. You were his best friend so he had wanted to tell you about how excited he was for this. It had been so hard for him to finally ask Sarah out rather than just hanging out with her in a group. He only had been able to do it with the help of Harry, who had kept encouraging him to go for it everyday. But Mitch knew how you felt about him. He liked to pretend he didn’t notice, he liked to think everything you did for him was just best friend stuff, but at the end of the day he knew it wasn’t. The look on your face just now confirmed that.

He wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’ but he wasn’t sure that would actually help the situation.

So he said, “Thanks, Y/N…” and you thought that was it, but then he continued, “You know what, you deserve to be happy, too. I know Harry’s been asking you to join the band and I know you’ve been saying no, but maybe, reconsider. This is our chance to do something with our lives, bigger than we ever could have hoped. C’mon, we say we’re happy living these boring, quiet lives, but I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve been with you when you were in high school, laying on the roof of my car, looking up at the stars, saying, ‘Ya’wanna’know my wildest dream, Mitch? My wildest dream is to get the fuck outta here and make a name for myself. Be somebody. Not be some forgotten name in this town’s tiny cemetery with a headstone that reads: ‘She lived a happy, boring, uneventful life here and now she’s fucking dead’.”

Silence.

Mitch wasn’t one to go on a tangent, more of a wise word interjected here and there man. Random thoughts sometimes, but a paragraph worth of words, almost never.

“That was a little hyperbolic of me,” was your only response.

Mitch looked at you, obviously not satisfied at your response. You sighed. “I’ll think about it,” you resigned.

Mitch said, “Good,” and ruffled the hair on top of your head before exiting the room.

You sat back and ran your hands over your face, it was hot in the room, the air feeling like you were swimming and couldn’t get to the surface. You let out a loud huff and closed your eyes.

“Mitch not staying?” Your eyes flashed open.

Harry stood just inside the doorway of the room. “I’m assuming you found him first and he told you he couldn’t stay.”

“How do you figure that?”

You sat up and looked at Harry, his arms were crossed over his chest, pushing his biceps up, making them look more prominent. He then moved quickly to sit in the wheely chair across from the couch. He sat in it and swiveled around, scooting closer to you and looking directly in your eyes.

“From the look on your face, you seem upset. And when I went to look for him, I couldn’t find him and then got held up on my way back to you. So, he must’ve found you first.”

You sighed again. You really didn’t think talking about it would make you feel better, but Harry obviously could tell there was something wrong and he wasn’t the kind of guy to just ignore it.

“Yeah,” you balked at the eye contact Harry was trying to maintain and looked at your pair of feet between the two of you.

Harry was wearing some black old skool vans, you were wearing checkered ones that looked a bit more worn in. “You have big feet,” you continued, trying to change the course of discussion, you suspected where it was going.

“Y/N,” Harry rested a hand on your knee, pleading for you to be serious, and you flashed your eyes back to his face.

“You’re in love with him, yeah?”

Harry’s tone was serious, but he asked it softly, scared that you might take offense to the intrusive question. The question echoed in your mind, bouncing off the walls repeating itself. Then tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t stop them and finally you couldn’t stop from blinking either.

The tears slid down your face, “I-I, uh, know he’s falling for Sarah.” You sniffled, but continued, “And I’m happy for him, I really am, all I’ve ever wanted for him is to be happy. He’s...my best friend, but I had always hoped that he’d want to be happy with me…”

You couldn’t stand this rush of emotion and the fact that you were now sobbing in front of Harry. You sank onto the back of the couch, leaning forward and covering your face again.

Harry looked on as you fell apart in front of him. It pained him to see you like this. He had liked getting to know your infectious spirit over the past weeks. It was quiet, but it was there below the surface, just asking to be let out.

He reached out and took your hands from your face. You looked up, eyes puffy and red already, as he cradled your face in one hand and held yours in the other.

“Hey, shhh, Darling, don’t cry please,” he whispered.  His thumb ran over your cheek, swiping quickly away at the tears leaving your eyes.

You tried to stop, but you couldn’t.

“Oh, Darling, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Harry muttered after a few more minutes passed of your weeping and his attempts at trying to comfort you.

“‘S not your fault, really,” you choked out, still trying to take deep breaths and get yourself under control.

After one more deep breath, you felt the tears stopping their flow, and your watery eyes looking into Harry’s intense stare.

“I was ready to cry the minute Mitch told me he was going on a date with Sarah tonight. I was trying to calm myself down when you came in. You probably could’ve said ‘want some dinner?’ and I would’ve started sobbing about how Mitch’s favorite meal is dinner.” You weakly laughed and Harry’s lips quirked up slightly, still feeling terrible for you.

He ran a hand softly over your hair, “Do ya’ want some? Some dinner?” voice still staying low, yet taking on a lighter tone.

His voice helped soothe you out of your sadness. It was melodic even when he spoke, his accent could make anything sound good.

He starts to go on about how there’s probably some food left that would be good, but you cut him off, “Harry, I’m not really hungry.”

“Oh...well,” he sat silent for a  moment, “What always helps me when I’m sad is pouring those emotions into my work. Write some of my favorite stuff like that.”

You began to smile for the first time, almost all day, “I’d like that.” Your voice cracked a bit, your throat was definitely sore from the sobs that you kept emitting while you had cried over Mitch.

“Alright, let’s get in there, then,” Harry jerked his head to the studio behind him and fixed his grasp in your hand. He pulled you to your feet and into the next room.

The two of you set to work, you on the piano and him on the guitar. You talked about the chord progressions and how it sounded, but otherwise you didn’t speak much.

You appreciated Harry for sticking with you in your rough time, for being there for you.

“Wait, play that again..” Harry heard you had tweaked the sound of the melody. You played it on the piano - “I like that, do you think you can play it on the guitar?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you rose from the piano stool and took the guitar from Harry. You shut your eyes and tried to picture the chords in your mind, you had never been as good at guitar. Mitch had taught you a little bit and you’d strummed a bit more these past few weeks, but it was definitely a challenge for you.

You opened your eyes after a minute and placed your fingers on the first chord and jumped into the progression.

“Keep playing that,” Harry said. Then, he began to sing, “Sweet Creature…” he looked straight at you.

You didn’t notice as you focused on keeping the progression the same and keeping the tempo Harry had liked from earlier.

“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong,” at these words you looked up from the guitar. Your playing cut off and your eyes met Harry’s.

He licked his lips and looked expectantly at you. “That was amazing, Harry!”

His brows knit together, he thought you had gotten upset from the words. He thought it was so obvious he was singing about you, but you simply complimented his art, oblivious to him drawing from you and Mitch and himself.

“Yeah, that was pretty good, I’ll write it down, but do you want to work on something else for now, don’t want to overwork this one. I’ll probably figure out the rest of lyrics on my own.” Harry said quickly, wanting to move forward, slightly embarrassed.

You nodded, but you were confused that Harry wanted to move one when you were making so much progress.

-

“We should probably get going,” Harry said after checking his phone for the time.

You knew it was late, but it hadn’t bothered you. Staying late, working on songs with just Harry, it had helped to take your mind off of Mitch and Sarah. This was the beginning of a new chapter for you. One where you weren’t going to pine over Mitch.

You nodded and began to gather your things scattered around the studio.

Harry and you had eventually ended up laying on the floor, heads towards each other, staring at the ceiling. The first few hours had been productive, honestly, you’d worked through some kinks in various songs in progress. But after hour three, the exhaustion was getting to both of you and the creative juices had run out.

You laid there, together, Harry strumming his guitar idly as you talked about nothing in particular, that is, until Harry saw the time.

-

“So…” you started after you had settled into Harry’s car.

Harry glanced at you, ready to drive off, but wanting to know what you had to say first.

“I’ve been thinking about your offer for me, for me to play keys on tour.” You expected Harry to say something, but he looked at you waiting for you to continue.

“I,” you stopped, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily, “It would be a great opportunity, I just don’t know yet- I don’t know if I can join your band.” You looked down at your hands, you felt silly, still not giving Harry a real answer, when he continued to ask you to join.

“Nothing has to be decided right now...it’s better than ‘I’m not going to join your band’ - it’s not a ‘no’ - and I can work with that.”

You laughed, slightly relieved at his response, and rested your head on your palm, your arm situated on the car door windowsill, a sparkle appearing in your eyes as you looked over at Harry.

After this, he drove you to your apartment, and you sat listening to the soothing songs of Harry’s playlist emit from the speakers. You spoke only when Harry needed directions back to your home.

“‘Ere we are,” Harry said as you pulled up to the front of your apartment. You noticed his voice got deeper and slower the later it got in the day.

You didn’t know how to get out and leave.

Like you did, of course, but usually when Mitch gave you a ride home you would give him a hug, but this wasn’t Mitch, it was Harry. You felt weird not doing anything to say a meaningful goodbye, especially after what Harry had done for you tonight - distracting you from your sadness and channeling it elsewhere.

Maybe Harry noticed your fidgeting because he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Hope ya’ have a nice night, yeah?” Then he gave you one of his smiles that could make world peace possible.

“Thank you...for everything, really means a lot,” you gave his much larger hand a squeeze back.

“Ouch! Trynna kill me?” Harry yanked your clasped hands up as if he’d just been burned. He teased you and you both burst into a hearty laugh despite your sleepiness.

“Goodnight, Harry!” You sang as you pulled away from his grasp and exited the car. You gave him a little twirl and dance once you were out of the car. He then watched you practically dance into your apartment building, only driving off once you were safely inside.

If there was one thing you had learned over the past month, it was that you could trust Harry and he’d be there for you. It was nice to know you had someone you could rely on beside Mitch.

One week later

You rolled your eyes at Harry, “Oh my god,” dragging out the words. He was teasing you in the studio, chasing after you in order to pick you up and swing you around.

He had been being silly all day, constantly calling you in between takes, running around, making jokes. He was in a good mood today. You didn’t know why.

After last week's breath through with what Harry called Sweet Creature, the album work had gotten a lot easier. Things flowed much quicker and everyone’s moods were brightened by it. But, you didn’t think it constituted the way Harry was being today.

-

Lunchtime rolled around in the middle of a meeting in the soundboard room, you noticed instantly that Harry’s mood had changed.

He was hunched over the tech, fiddling with various buttons - even after the technicians insisted he let them deal with it, he couldn’t be stopped. “Just need to…” he mumbled to himself and then trailed off.

You all sat there in slight confusion because you had thought he had called everyone into the room for some specific reason. However, after a few moments of his inattention to everyone, you realized he had forgotten he had called the meeting.

“Hey, Harry, it’s lunchtime,” Adam said after people had to become restless with inaction.

“Oh? We can talk about the song later then, I guess,” Harry said, barely moving his attention away from his work.

People filed out, but you stayed put, only moving to Harry’s side when the room had emptied.

“What’re you doing?” He didn’t even bother with a response or a glance thrown your way. “You were so happy earlier, what happened?”

“Just want it to be perfect…” Harry finally spoke up, his voice coming out muffled but he still wasn’t paying attention to you.

He waved you off when you tried to get him to explain more, but eventually you grew annoyed. You puffed out an angry sigh and stalked out of the room with a gruff “Fine.”

Harry never joined you for lunch and your annoyance changed back to concern. Not only were you technically third-wheeling with Mitch and Sarah, but you knew Harry skipping lunch was a sign of him overworking himself. You excused yourself from the new couple and went to search for Harry, it was an hour into lunch now.

You finally found him in a back room, it mainly stored broken instruments and other random crap someone had forgotten to get rid of or fix.

“Harry,” you breathed out, thankful to find him.

He looked up from where he sat on the ground. You now noticed he wasn’t just sitting there. He had been crying, his eyes how yours had been just a week ago, bloodshot and filled with pain.

“What if it’s not good enough? What if...what if I’m not good enough?”

You rushed to Harry at the sound of his voice cracking. His voice filled with confusion, anxiety, and pain. His self-doubt pulled at your heartstrings. How could someone so wonderful not see that they were so talented and loved.

“Hey now,” you crouched down next to him and pulled him into your chest.

“Do not ever. And I mean ever,” you pushed his head back to force him to meet your eyes, “let anyone - including yourself- tell you you’re not good enough, Harry Styles. Because you are more than enough and this album, it’s gonna be amazing and people are going to love it. I just know it.”

You sat with him while his tears rolled down his beautiful face. Just one week ago, he had been there when you were at a low moment and now you were there for him.

“How’d you know to come find me?” Harry asked after a few minutes of shaky deep breaths attempting to calm himself back down.

You rubbed your hand across his broad back in circular motions. “Didn’t. But it’s an hour into lunch and if you’re late it’s never more than thirty minutes and if you plan to eat in the studio and work, you grab it first thing and go back. I noticed you were off in your head in the soundboard room earlier, so I thought I’d check around for you,” you said like it was the most logical thing in the world to know Harry’s exact habits.

Then you added, “I was concerned about you.”

Harry raised his head and you brushed his hair from his face once more. His green eyes appeared a darker shade in this moment, the room was dimly lit and his tears had tired him out. You liked touching his hair, it was soft and lush, your fingers combing easily through the locks.

You returned his stare and his eyes seemed to search yours. “I’m very thankful you’re in my life, Y/N,” was all he said after the silent stare.

“I’m very thankful for you, too,” you started sincerely, and then decided to poke some fun at him, attempting to lighten the heavy feeling in the room, “Even if you pester me constantly and are always incessantly talking my ear off…”

Harry’s face twisted into a smug smirk and threw his arms around you, “Oh, is that how you want to play it?”

He pulled you to him in a hug and then yanked the two of you back with a weird thrash of his body, you couldn’t contain the squeal that left your mouth. His movements caused you two to end up laying on the ground with Harry on his back and you right on top of him.

“Look at what you’ve done,” you said, mock exasperated, your faces extremely close together as you laid against one another.

As much as you didn’t like being yanked around, you were happy that Harry was moving past his self-doubt and feeling like his usual happy self.

“Looks great from where I’m at,” he stated proudly, his smirk now a wide grin, “How ‘bout you? How’s your view?” Harry’s words set your heartbeat racing.

Your noses could have touched if you let your neck relax a few millimeters. And his hands were around your waist holding you tightly, while yours were on his chest. You didn’t realize how warm he was until this moment. Had he always been this warm? Or was it the crying? Or the small room? Your mind raced alongside your heartbeat. Everything inside you was practically burning from your current position.

“It’s quite lovely,” you admitted. Your neck was starting to hurt from holding it up at this odd angle, so you decided to relax it. Now your nose was touching Harry’s. His skin brushing soft up against yours. You didn’t miss when Harry’s breath hitched at the contact. His arms encircled your body more and gripped you more tightly. Then you felt him begin to sit up and your legs fell around his body.

When you were fully upright, you were straddling him, your bodies closer than you thought possible in this position. Your chest was so tight to his you could feel your breasts aching from the pressure. It was silent, just Harry’s and your breathing filling the space. The air was thick to breathe. This tension you didn’t realize existed between you and Harry had become unmistakably clear in the past few minutes. Friends do not do whatever was going on right here, but you were okay with that. Harry’s nose matched up with yours again in this shifted position, his eyes trained on yours.

You parted your lips, wanted to say something to break the tension, but the movement caused Harry’s gaze to flicker down to your pink lips. They looked so sweet to him and you knew the look he gave you when he renewed eye contact. You fluttered your eyelids closed and one of Harry’s hands slipped up to brush at your cheek and tilt your head. Then, his lips fell onto yours.

They were soft, yet tasted a bit salty from stray tears around his mouth. You smiled, pressing back into his mouth eager to feel more warmth in your contact with him. He slipped his tongue into your open mouth, licking into you softly. Your body pressed down onto him and he shuddered from the movement. One hand traveled down to your hip to grip you in place as your kissing continued.

“Eager little girl, hmm?” Harry teasingly said, pulling away after the second time you practically rolled your hips over his during your makeout session.

You took one of your hands that was gripping the base of his neck and patted him lightly on the cheek, “Hey!” you giggled at his feigned look of shock.

You started to tell him to watch his mouth, but then the door opened, and Mitch’s figure appeared. He took in the sight in front of him. His childhood best friend straddling his new best friend on the ground of a glorified trash can of a room.

He shook his head and raised his brows at you both. “Lunch is over, neither of you were answering your phones. Should have known I would walk in on something like this.” Your jaw was dropped in disbelief. “I’ll leave you two to, um, finish up,” Mitch closed the door and walked away.

“We can talk about this later,” you said quickly and swung one leg from around Harry, fumbling to make yourself look more presentable and less like you had just had what was turning into a hot and heavy makeout session with the boss, technically. Then you ran after Mitch. He hadn’t gotten far, his long legs not meaning much when he didn’t really choose to utilize them.

“Mitch!” You grabbed his shoulder and he kind of shrugged you off.

He looked down at you, silent. Normally, you weren’t fazed by his silence, but right now you needed him to speak, you could tell walking in on you and Harry had been unpleasant for him even if what you had been doing wasn’t x-rated.

“Wait up, c’mon, talk to me, please,” you begged him.

He sighed and leaned against the hallway’s wall. His body slumped there and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing? I said ‘think about joining his band, not his harem.’”

“Ok, he doesn’t-” you started, but Mitch continued, cutting you off. “Like, I don’t get how you think it’s a good idea to be sleeping with Harry.” His voice was hushed, but his tone was angry. It was like he was whisper-shouting at you.

“Mitch, first of all, I am not sleeping with Harry. That was the first time, anything like that had ever happened between us. Second, I told him to wait so I could talk to you first about it, so if you’re really uncomfortable with it, I won’t kiss him again.”

It had only been a week since Mitch had started dating Sarah and loving him for your entire life wasn’t going to go away in seven days, even if it felt good to kiss Harry, you wouldn’t do anything that might hurt Mitch.

And Mitch knew that, and he also knew he couldn’t be with Sarah and tell you not to be with someone you were interested in. Harry and you could be a good thing for you, but if all it was was a coping mechanism for you to get over Mitch that wouldn’t be fair to Harry, who was also Mitch’s friend. He just wished he’d never opened that door now. Ignored it and kept walking, let someone else find you and Harry.

“You don’t need my permission,” Mitch responded.

“What?”

“Saying you wouldn’t be with him based on my opinion means you would change how you feel just because of me. You shouldn’t base your choices off of someone else.”

“I just meant, because you're my best friend and you're close with Harry, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable with either of us.”

“Y/N, if you want my blessing, you’ve got it. Just make sure both of you are there for the right reasons.”

You smiled at Mitch, who still looked off put by the entire situation. You reached out to him and he pushed off the wall to meet your hug halfway. His substantial body enveloped you like a dark cocoon, Mitch had dressed head to toe in black today.

This was new territory for both of you, finding yourself people who might just be perfect for you. It was daunting, but you were excited.

—

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a fine line, part three

a/n: okay. here we go. part three bitches. tbh i write these author’s notes before i start writing, which is why i also have one at the end of the chapter-- so idrk how many more parts this baby’s gonna have. also, tumblr fucked up and ate my first draft, so fuck you tumblr. but here we go! enjoy, again, thank you for reading/sharing/commenting/reblogging whatever etc etc. i love you all! <3 -ali

wc: 2.5k

-

You truly think that you’re going to throw up. 

You haven’t moved out of your apartment since you came back from James’ apartment. 

Your phone has been non-stop vibrating since you got off your phone call with Natasha, and she’s the only one you’ve kept updated on the situation. You told her she could... vaguely explain to Wanda and Carol what happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave your apartment. 

You were a mess, to say the least.

Natasha had tried to come by to see if you were alright, but you couldn’t let her in. You were embarrassed. James kissed you, and he made you look like a fool. He thought he could make things better by kissing you, but every time you remembered what his lips felt like on yours, all you could feel was humiliation.

Did he think you were that easy? That if he kissed you and slept with you, that it would erase your past with him? 

You didn’t know what to think, and it was eating you alive.

You usually knew. You knew how to think rationally, to think things through, and to make the right decision.

But now, you felt like you knew nothing.

And now, you have to show up to class next week and teach alongside the man who made you look like a joke. 

-

On the other hand, James was quite literally losing his shit. 

He felt like an idiot.

After he kissed you, he realized two things.

One, he was idiot.

And two, he liked you. A lot.

Well, it was more or less Steve that led him to both conclusions, but hey, he got there.

When he called Steve after you quite literally fled his apartment, he realized just how fucking stupid what he did was.

“Buck, you gotta see this from her perspective. For a year, you ridiculed her every chance you got, and all of a sudden you spring all this shit on her that you didn’t mean it, etcetera etcetera. And then you kiss her. She’s quiet, shy. I don’t talk to her about personal things much, but Nat knows. She trusts her, and she tells her about everything she’s been through. A week ago, she thought you hated her. You just humiliated her and made it look like she was easy, someone you could kiss and fuck and move past your history with her.” Steve spoke through the phone to his friend.

After listening to everything that Bucky said, Steve couldn’t understand just how stupid his friend was.

“I- I never meant for it to be like that. I do like her, a lot. And I feel like such an idiot for what I did before. She- After watching her sit in my house, after seeing her with Alpine, I just... I realized just how fucking wrong I was... And now she’s never gonna talk to me again.” Bucky realizes, and it hits him like a ton of bricks.

“Okay, you’re being dramatic, Buck. You guys still have to teach together next week. You just need to find a way to straighten things out with her by then, or else someone’s gonna report back to Fury that you two aren’t doing what you’re supposed to. And we all know that you don’t wanna be in trouble with him.” Steve continues to explain. 

‘You’re right... But how do I even reach out to her? She’s not gonna answer a text or phone call, but I don’t think she would appreciate me just showing up where she lives... And I don’t even know where she lives.” He tells him, trying to think of any way to reach you. 

“Well... I don’t how much I can help you from here. Just... be careful, Buck. Don’t end up doing more harm than good. Okay?” Steve carefully warns him.

“Yeah, I know, Steve.” Bucky tells him. “I gotta go, I’ll talk later man.” He concludes, promptly ending the call.

-

It’s Saturday, and Bucky’s panicking.

Why, you may ask? 

Well, other than the fact that he made a dumpster fire out of his relationship with you, he singlehandedly made all of your friends who were staff at Avengers University hate him.

He’s spent the morning calling Natasha, who promptly picked up and hung up right after. Then Wanda, who didn’t even bother answering. Finally, Carol. Carol didn’t really give away much, but she did want to help. 

Carol didn’t tell him which apartment you lived in.

But she did tell him what building you lived in.

“And why should I help you, Barnes?” Carol asked, well on her way to her meeting. 

Bucky was running to catch up with her, clearly walking faster to avoid him.

“I- Listen, just, give me something. Natasha and Wanda ‘ve been avoiding me, and I know they’re not gonna help. I-I’m desperate.” Bucky practically begs, and Carol can’t say she’s not shocked.

“Well... how far are you willing to go?” She stops her walking and asks. 

“I-I’ll do anything. Please, Danvers. I’ll buy you coffee for a week. Y-You can have my parking spot! Anything!” Bucky was ready to get on his knees if he needed to.

And that’s exactly what Carol wanted to see. 

“Hmm... I don’t know... How do I know you’re actually sorry for what you’ve done?” She questions, nose in the air. 

“Carol, I know I fucked up, alright? Steve and Sam can barely even look at me, Natasha and Wanda are ready to rip my head off on sight, and plus...” he paused, trying to lift the weight off his chest, “...plus, Y/N means a lot to me. And I know I acted like a goddamn idiot before, but it’s different now. I... I like her, a lot, and I never meant to hurt her. I... I need her to understand that.” Bucky was out of breath from his rant, and Carol squinted her eyes at him.

“I’m giving you one thing. You have to figure it out from there. Or else Y/N, Nat and Wanda would kill me.” The blonde says after a moment of silence. “She lives in the Livingston Towers. That’s all you get. I’m late to my meeting, bye.” She says, flipping her hair while strutting away. 

Now, it’s Saturday morning and Bucky’s at the lobby of your building. Although it’s definitely not half as lavish as his own, it was still lovely. Warm, cozy. The man sitting at the desk watches him as he approaches his small desk, and Bucky looks pale as a ghost. 

“H-Hi, I’m looking for someone who lives here?” He asks more than he says, making the man even more weary of him.

“Does this person know you’re coming to see them?” The young man asks dismissively.

“No, but uh, I was hoping I could see them anyways? I just need to know what apartment they’re in if you don’t mind-” Bucky speaks but is cut off short by the young man with the name tag that reads “Adam.”

“Listen, man, you’re not the first shmuck to show up here, begging me to let them up to see their ex that they ‘need to make it up to.’ If she’s not answering her phone when you call, maybe that’s a sign you need to let that shit go, dude.” Adam tells him, looking at his phone screen.

“Hey, kid, listen. She’s not my girlfriend, but I do need to make it up to her. I fucked up, but we’re colleagues, and we have a project that we’re supposed to work on starting tomorrow, but I don’t think she’s gonna show. I-I just... I need to see her. Please.” Bucky’s about to get on the ground, but instead another idea pops into his head.

Just as Adam’s about to dismiss him again, Bucky pulls out his wallet.

He pulls out a crisp $20 bill, slipping is across the counter. 

“Please?” Bucky’s voice is hanging on by a thread. 

“Fine, man, this girl better be worth it, I could lose my job-” 

“Yeah, yeah, get on with it. Her name’s Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky says, waiting for the boy to type in the name.

“She’s in 10C. Good luck, bro.” He says, sitting back lazily in his spinning chair.

“Thanks,” Bucky can barely say before he clicks the button to call the elevator, hopping in and pressing on the 10 button.

He finds your place with quick ease, but he stands there for a few seconds, pondering. If he knocks, will you even answer? If you know that it’s him, will you open the door? What if you’re out, what if you went to grab coffee or something for Lucy? What if- 

And before he could think even further, the door swings wide open, shocking Bucky. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your voice was hoarse, like you hadn’t used it in days. 

You looked... horrible, to say the least. But James was glad he was even looking at you right now. 

“I-I we need to talk. Please.” He says, hoping you’ll hear him out.” Just give me five minutes. I’ll leave after that.” He pleads.

Wordlessly, you walk away from the door, leaving him just standing in your doorframe. He assumes this means you’re agreeing to the five minutes.

“Well?” You say, sitting back down on your couch, waiting for James to plead his case.

“L-Listen. I... I can’t even begin to explain to you how fucking sorry I am. I’m a complete idiot for thinking that kissing you was going to fix everything between us, for making you feel like I was trying to embarrass you by kissing you. I just- in the moment I thought it could’ve been the right thing to do, but after it happened I realized just how dumb I was to think that. And you have every right to be upset with me. Also... we still have to do our lessons together starting tomorrow, and I just wanted to know that we could still work together.” 

You sat in silence, petting Lucy who was curled up into your side. You held a mug of coffee in your hand, watching James intently. 

“Also, how did you know I was here?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You snort at the question, shifting in place. 

“Adam called me to warn me that a very persistent man was coming up, and that if I needed to escape to go out the fire escape or the storage closet and hide.” You say, giving no indication as to how you were feeling.

“He may be easily swayed, but he’s not a complete idiot. But you... you are a complete idiot.” You tell him.

Bucky’s chest tightens in an uncomfortable way, in a way that makes him want to throw up his breakfast.

“Did you just come here to see if I was still going to work with you?” You ask, waiting to see what he’ll say.

“Well, that wasn’t the whole reason. I needed to know that you were alright. I hurt you, and I understand that. I also don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I know I fucked up. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it right away. And I’m even more sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough this past year. I guess... 

I guess it was just my way, albeit childish, of coping with my feelings for you. When I first met you, I thought you were so beautiful, and I wanted to get to know you. But you were so quiet, and I just thought that was you rejecting me... So, I’m sorry. For everything Y/N.” James concludes. He stands up, moving towards your front door. 

“James, wait.” Your meek voice rumbled out as you stood up.

“You... you did embarrass me. Borderline humiliated. You shouldn’t have acted that way with me, I’m worth more than that kind of behavior. That being said, I appreciate you coming here to try and work things through. I... I was so hurt. You hurt me so bad, James.” He opens his mouth to apologize yet again, but you shake your head, continuing. 

“I liked you too. When I first met you, I thought you were so attractive. Intelligent, handsome, friendly. But then you started acting so... so different around me. I- I didn’t know what I’d done to make you so angry with me, enough to tear me down every chance you got. I was new, lost, fresh meat. But when you started saying those things, I was reconsidering my contract with AU. I appreciate the apology, but I’m going to need some time to process... whatever this is. Of course I’ll still do the lessons, but that doesn’t mean we’re buddy-buddy now, okay?” You finish. 

He’s looking at you. It’s like there’s something more you want to say.

“I just... I- how do I know you’re for real? With all this, I mean. How do I know you’re really sorry?” You ask, finally letting it out, your voice crackling.

“Y/N... How about this; this week, while we teach together, let me make it up to you. Let me show you just how sorry I am, that I’ve really changed. Please, let me make it up to you.” Now, he’s literally on his knees in front of you. 

Lo and behold, James Barnes. In front of you, on his knees. On the floor of your apartment. 

“James, get up, please.” He promptly stands back up. “You have one week. One week to show me you’ve really changed, that you really mean what you’ve just told me. That’s all you get.” You tell him, staring at him.

“Okay. One week. I’m not gonna let you down, Y/N. I promise. You’re gonna see how sorry I am, I swear.” James says, slowly making his way out.

“Okay. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Barnes.” You say, holding the door, ready to shut it.

“Here I was, thinking we were on a first name basis.” He jokes, already outside.

“Watch it, Barnes.” You put extra emphasis on his last name, shutting the door as he steps into the elevator.

As you turn back into your house, you look at Lucy, who’s watching you with big eyes.

“What the hell is he gonna do, Luce?” You ask, plopping back down onto your couch and mindlessly turning on the TV again. 

You couldn’t even pay attention to it, just thinking of what this week will bring.

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a/n: ooookaayyyy hey yall! end of chapter check!! sorry this one was short, this week has been literally kicking my ass. i had 6 labs due for my anatomy class today. anywayssss.... what do we think bucky’s gonna conjure up for this week? lmk in the comments what you think !!! kk, love you, bye!

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[mettlekettle]

Cock block-Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Hi everyone, i guess this is my entry for @majorharry​‘s 20k fic celebration, and its my first piece of writing that I’m posting on tumblr so feedback is really helpful! its not edited because I’m a lazy bitch but,,, it be like that don’t it? I used two prompts, the first one i used accidentally and didn’t realize i did it until i finished lmao. Prompts: 26. “Pay attention to me.” and 35. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: y/n and Harry both want to move to the next level in their relationship, but something stops them. (just heartwarming fluff!)

HARRY 💗

hi love, do you want to come over tonight? H.

Y/N

of course, does 7 work? 

Harry and y/n’s relationship is relatively new; the two of them met through Mitch and are now inseparable. It’s a calm time in Harry’s life meaning no tours or press, he’s writing his next album and relaxing. He spends practically everyday with y/n, lounging around his LA home, kissing, watching movies and kissing some more. She loves the way he holds her face when he kisses her, eventually moving one of his hands to y/n’s hair. He was always down for a good make out session, but they never really got any closer than that, always facing each other, never pulling her into his lap in fear of making her uncomfortable. Today was a little bit different, y/n is feeling extra needy, craving his lips and his touch. She just wants to melt into his arms.

At seven, like they agreed, y/n arrived at his house. He opens the door for her, he’s wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants. He smiled at her sweetly before pulling her into a tight hug. y/n instantly relaxed in his grip. 

“Hi bunny,” he murmured into her hair, holding her tighter, as if she was gonna disappear. y/n could tell he was feeling the same as her today, clingy and needing attention right away. She ignored his greeting, tucking her face into his neck and mumbling a small

“You always smell so nice,” into his shirt. He chuckled before releasing her. She pouted as he looked down at her, wanting a little more time in his arms.

“Hungry?” he asked, already knowing the answer, “got you a salad, with chickpeas like you like it.” Her pout quickly turned into a smile when he told her that; he always remembers the smallest things about her.

“And boba?” she looked at him from under her lashes, pretty doe eyes that made him weak. Of course he got her a boba, he would get her anything if she asked.

“Really wish you would stop drinking those, they’re full of sugar, love,” he said truthfully. He’s annoyingly healthy in her opinion. Why can’t she have boba if she’s eating a salad for dinner? She voiced her concern out loud. Harry rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

“Jus’ cause you eat healthy, doesn’t give you a pass to eat copious amounts of sugar y/n” he retorts

“Whatever, you’re so boring, you can enjoy your green juice, and I’ll enjoy my strawberry bubble tea. Can we eat now please?” he sighs and leads his sugar addicted angel to the kitchen where their food, and yes, her bubble tea is.

They talk about their days while eating. Harry mentions a song he’s writing with Mitch and y/n talks about a scandal in her school in which two students were stealing test answers from a teacher and selling them to other kids. She also mentions the 3 vapes she confiscated in class, complaining about how students show her no respect because she’s only a student teacher and she looks quite young. 

“Its not like I want to be teaching teenagers anyways, but its still really upsetting, I wish I could have found a job at an elementary school like I wanted.” She sighs. Her degree is in special education. That’s what she’s always wanted to do, but jobs in her field were scarce as schools were getting less and less money every year.

“You’ll find something love, any school would be lucky to have you as a teacher.” he then looked down at his lap and spoke shyly, “you know, if you can’t find a job next September, you could come on tour with me. Only if you want to! Of course I’d take care of you but m’not asking you to give up your dreams or anything, I support you completely in whatever you choose. Be nice to have you w’me all the time though, we could travel the world together. Again, no pressure,” His normally slow drawl became too hard to keep up with as he rushed to fix whatever mistake he thought he’d made. She let out a little giggle before grabbing his hand.

“I’d love to tour with you, I’m glad you’re as serious about our relationship as I am. You’d seriously support me financially if I couldn’t find a job though?” she questioned. 

“I’d do anything for you, angel,” he responded before continuing, “ve’got too much money to even know what to do with, I’d spoil you rotten if you’d let me.” She gave him a glare before exclaiming, 

“Don’t you dare!” He chuckled and reached out to pinch one of her cheeks.

“Can’t help it that you deserve the world bunny.” Her face became warm as she batted his ringed hands away. She took a long sip of her drink, slurping obnoxiously with her straw to draw attention away from her flustered state. Harry looked at her in amusement, he never got bored with how he could make her squirm, she was just so cute. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” y/n questioned to take Harry’s scrutiny off of her heated face, “saw Legally Blonde on Netflix this morning.” He nodded before taking his hand and leading her to the living room. He quickly ran up the stairs to grab her a blanket and a fuzzy pair of socks because she always criticized the chill in his house. When he got back he knelt on the floor to put the socks on her feet, pressing a kiss to her knee before taking a seat next to her and draping the fuzzy blue blanket over them both. 

y/n loved how her doted on her. She had never had a serious boyfriend before, most of the boys she had dated didn’t even know how to take care of themselves, let alone her. She smiled at Harry, who was focused on the movie. Harry wasn’t just a boy, he was a man, a really really handsome man who for some reason was into her and wanted to give her anything she wanted, even if that was a large amount of sugar in the form of tapioca bubbles and strawberry slushy goodness.

As Elle Woods faced her first class at Harvard Law, y/n got distracted by Harry. How did she get so lucky? She picked up his large hand that was placed on her lap and started fidgeting with his rings; pulling one off before pushing it back on his finger, then she moved to the next one, pulling it up a bit before twisting it around his pointer finger. Next she pulled the ‘s’ shaped ring off his pinky, inspecting it closely, before once again picking up his hand and pushing the ring back on his finger. When she got bored of her little game, she looked up to see him very invested in the movie and smiled. She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek

“Thanks love,” he said before turning his attention back to the screen. She frowned at the lack of attention she received. She kissed his cheek again before grabbing his face in her hands and turning him towards her.

“Hi” he murmured.

“Pay attention to me,” y/n demanded. Harry laughed lowly before kissing her head. He grabbed her hands in both of his before leaning down to whisper to her,

“You wan’ my attention?” she nodded quickly, “what do you want me to do?” he questioned.

“Kiss?” she pleaded. He smirked.

“What's the magic word?’ He pressed, placing his hand on her cheek.

“Please?” she said. He smirked at her because he could tell how desperate he was. He pressed his lips to hers in a few short pecks before elongating their kisses. y/n put her hands on his shoulders, fisting his shirt in her hands.

“Y’taste so sweet,” he hummed against her mouth.

“Not too much sugar now, hmm?” she countered

“Sh, jus’ open up f’me,” he demanded before licking the seam of her lips. She instantly opened her mouth, mewling softly when his hand on her cheek went to the back of her head, holding her to him. They lazily kissed for a while, much longer than their usual make out sessions. y/n felt the need to be closer to him, gripping his shoulders tight before swinging her legs over him, now straddling his lap she put her hands in his hair. Harry’s moved to her waist, giving her a little squeeze when she whimpered against him. 

This is as far as they’d ever gone, making nervous butterflies flutter in y/n’s stomach, but she didn’t want to stop, she wanted him. She ground herself against the bulge in his pants making Harry let out a groan. Her hands travelled south to his stomach while Harry’s moved up to her ribs, right below her breasts.

 He slowly moved so she was under him on the couch kissing down her neck, sucking a hickey into her skin laving his tongue against the mark he made. She pulled him back up to kiss her again. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled them around his hips before grinding roughly against her core. Suddenly. y/n felt a tickle in her nose, quickly she pushed Harry of of her mumbling,

“Get off, get off, get off,” Harry, thinking he had hurt her or made her uncomfortable was quick to rush out words of comfort and guilt,

“M’sorry love, did I hurt you? Didn't mean to pressure you at all.” All y/n did was put a hand out to silence him and make him wait a moment. Abruptly she let out a small sneeze, and then another, and then another. When she was finished she ran the sleeve of her sweater under her nose.

“Didn't want to sneeze on you, sorry,” she spoke up meekly. 

“What! I thought I did something wrong?” he yelled. Her cheeks once again warmed as she hurried to reassure him, 

“Nonono, I really enjoyed that, we can continue now if you want, I can um, help you out,” she said trying to sound seductive, she moved her hands up his thighs. He caught her hands before she could reach the strings of her sweatpants. Now it was Harry’s turn to flush.

“I uhh, actually, um went soft when I thought I hurt you,” he uttered. She giggled softly, leaning up to kiss him. 

“So I guess you’re not a sadist then, huh?” she got out through her laughs.

“Never said that bunny,” he drawled in his deep accent, “ jus’ like to have consent before I inflict pain, wanna know y’like it.” His naughty words quickly shut her up. It seemed he was making her flustered a lot today. He quickly caught her chin in his hand, before jokingly saying,

“Can’t believe you sneezed when we were making out,” he snorted. She pushed his hands away before glaring at him and croaking out,

“If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

Thank you for reading, hopefully that wasn’t too unbearable! xx.

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