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daddy-issues-99 · 10 months

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Venom x Reader Smut

In my last poll y'all voted for a Venom fanfic and I got the message 😏

Plot: you want to shower but feel uncomfortable with Venom watching you and iykyk

Afab reader, shower sex, size kink, biting, blood, fingering, praise, a little degration, aftercare

The last few days had been pure hell. Nothing but conflict and a new roommate.

You sat curled up on your couch, knees held tight to your chest. You were so tired. You had been on alert for what seemed like days. All you wanted to do was shower and go to bed.

If only it were that simple. Everything you did was met with a deep voice inside your head. Every action, statement, movement; everything.

No way were you gonna try and shower with this thing looking at you and commenting on your every move.

You let out a sigh. You were so tired you didn't even care anymore. "Where are you going?"

"I'm talking a shower." "Finally, your thoughts were becoming annoying." This was gonna be a nightmare. You walked to the bathroom slowly discarding your clothes as you went leaving you just in your bra and panties when you got to the bathroom.

"You are a nice shape. I would rip you apart." He said as you turned on the shower. "You are such a fucking perv." You moved your hands to the hem of your panties wanting to take them off only to stand their blushing. You felt so exposed.

"Well?" He asked wondering why you just stood there. "You're making me nervous. This is to embarrassing." You said bringing your hands to cover your face.

As soon as your hands left your sides two black tendrils quickly pulled your underwear down. Before you could even react he had done the same to your bra, throwing them to the side.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled trying to cover your exposed figure.

"I am in your head. I am apart of you. I have already seen every part of your body." You just stood there baffled. "Don't be embarrassed, your look lovely. Go on, I won't judge darling."

You blushed at the comment. His voice made it even harder to remain neutral.

You carefully stepped into the shower and closed the door behind you. You let out an instant sigh of relief the minute the hot water made contact with your skin.

"You are relaxed." He stated in a matter of fact tone. "This is the most relaxed I've felt in days." You said rinsing shampoo out of your hair. "Why? You have no reason to be stressed." "I'm stressed because of you jackass!" You yelled with sarcasm in your voice.

In an instant you were pinned up against the shower wall as black tendrils fell into the floor forming a large figure with large teeth and bright white eyes. Small tendrils keeping the two of you conneced. His hand quickly went to your throat making sure you couldn't move.

"How dare you. I have given you an amazing opportunity and you insult me. You don't deserve my partnership." He said tightening his grip around your throat causing you to hold your thighs together.

He slowly looked down to see your thighs held tightly together. His face contorted into a wide smile. "Something you find amusing pet?" He asked squeezing your throat causing you to let out a small moan.

"Such a pathetic thing. Can't even answer a question." "I-Im not pathetic." You said trying to talk with his hand squeeze your airway. "Oh really? You say you hate me and yet your arousal is showing my darling." "I'm- I'm not-" "You can't hide how you truly feel. I'm a part of you. I can feel every sensation you do. Every thought that goes througg your head I see. Now tell me my darling, what do you want?"

"You."

"Good girl."

Venom leaned down to your neck leaving a trail of small bite marks just enough so it would draw blood which he happily licked up with his long tounge.

"This is going to hurt." He said before opening his jaw as wide as possible and biting your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your flesh. You screamed only for his free hand to quickly cover your mouth.

He licked up the blood and leaned back to see his work. "This mark will forever symbolize that You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?" You quickly nodded you head as a tear ran down your cheek. "Good."

With that the remaining tendrils still attached to your body quickly healed the bite leaving only the scars from his teeth.

"Please" "Please what?" He asked towering over you once more "Please touch me!" You whined.

"So desperate. I think you'll like this." With that he directed your head down to where his tendrils formed into a large cock. Your eyes widened in shock. "V, how is that gonna fit?"

"We'll just need a little extra help." His hand moved down to your clit rubbing slow painful circles. You head fell into his chest as you let out breathy moans.

"Look at you, so desperate for me. Pathetic." He let out a low laugh continuing his assault on your clit. "I-Im not-" You cried out and buried your head back in his chest, gripping his shoulders as he quickly inserted one of his large fingers inside you.

"You were saying?" He said contorting his face into a smirk. "Mm fuck you." "Oh I intend to. Or shall I stop?" He said as he began to pull away from you. "No! I-I'm sorry just please touch me!" "As you wish."

He continued his pace as he added another finger. Every thrust was pure bliss and you could feel your orgasm building. "Cum for me pet." Venom quickened his pace hitting your cervix with the tips of his fingers. You cringed thinking what his cock would do.

The knot in your stomach finally came undone with Venom thrusting in and out of you as fast as he could letting you ride out your high.

You opened your mouth letting out a loud moan only to be silenced when a long tounge filled your mouth,going down your throat giving you a makeshift kiss triggering your gag reflex.

"You did wonderful my pet. " Venom pulled his fingers out bringing his hand down to his cock. He rubbed your juices on his cock as a makeshift lube to try to prevent as much pain as possible.

Venom listed you by your waist as you quickly wrapped your legs around his torso holding yourself close to him. He pushed you back up against the shower aligning his cock between your folds rubbing the tip at your entrance.

You let out a whimper. "Don't worry. You will be okay. If it's to much you can bite down on my shoulder." With that he slowly began to lower you down onto his cock. You screamed instantly biting down onto his shoulder trying to silence your screams. Venom didn't even respond.

He stopped when you had taken in as much as you could, still leaving some of his cock exposed. "Your so tight. Smaller than I thought." You didn't respond. Venom pressed you harder up against the wall and brought a hand up to brush through your hair. "You will be okay my darling."

He intertwined his hand in your hair slowly pulling your head back to look up at him. A tear ran down your cheek which he gently brushed off with his thumb. "Don't worry. If you need me to stop I will." He brought his forehead to rest against yours as you adjusted to his size.

After a moment you gave a small nod indicating that he could move. His thrusts were slow, only moving a few inches. At first it was painful but after a while it became pleasurable. You whined and buried your have in the crook of his neck.

He continued his thrusts slowly quickening his pace pushing himself as far in as he could. You quickly became a moaning mess, whispering curses of pleasure.

"Look at you. So needy, so pathetic. I love it." He roughly thrusted into you. "Say it." He said, his teeth gritted. "I'm pathetic! I'm nothing I'm pathetic!"

"Good girl." You buried your face in his neck, hiding the blush covering your face.

Venom continued his thrusts all concerns of being gentle thrown out the window. This was pure lust. Rough, sloppy thrusts. Every one hitting your sweet spot. You rolled your hips forward giving your clit more friction.

"V, I'm close." "Cum for me, cum on my cock. Prove I'm the only being who could ever bring you this much pleasure." Your gripped his shoulders as he quickened his thrusts, holding onto your hips tight enough to leave a bruise.

The knot in your stomach came undone. You screamed in pure pleasure as Venom continued his pace allowing you to ride out your high. Venom soon followed coating your walls with ropes of cum.

Venom pulled out of you setting you back down on your feet. You fell limp and Venom quickly wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head against his chest.

Venom shifted you so the shower watter was hitting your back. He grabbed the washcloth and some soap and began to gently wipe away the thin layer of sweat that had formed. He continued cleaning you off making sure to get every part of you and carefully rinced you off.

He turned off the focet and picked you up bridal style resting you on your sink. He grabbed a towel and wrapped in around you drying you off. He wrapped the towel around you and grabbed a hairbrush, slowly brushing your hair sending shivers down your spine.

You rested your head against his chest lazily trying to keep you eyes open. Venom gently caressed your hair whispering sweet nothings.

He picked you up, holding you close to his chest as you absentmindedly played with the hem of the towel. He gently placed you down on the bed giving you one final kiss as he slowly absorbed back into your body.

"I love you V." "I love you to my darling." With that a tendil quickly formed from your hip and pulled the blanket over you as you drifted off to sleep.

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cry4tzu · 1 month

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Love Amidst Persecution

Son chaeyoung x farmer female reader

Synopsis- loving someone even though its forbidden

Warning- takes place in the 17 century, mention of hanging, fuck chae father in this story, mention of homophobia

A/n- happy chae day

In the small, idyllic town of Springfield, nestled amidst the lush, rolling hills of the countryside, the air was thick with anticipation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the fields, where the crops swayed gently in the breeze. A sense of peace and contentment filled the air, as if everything was as it should be.

The people of Springfield went about their daily routines, oblivious to the events that was about to unfold in the future . Young lovers strolled hand-in-hand through the cobblestone streets, children laughed and played in the town square, and merchants busily set up their stalls, displaying their wares for all to see.

Seo y/n was a 17th century farmer girl, her hands calloused from the soil and her cheeks permanently flushed from the sun. Her home was nestled in the heart of the town, surrounded by lush fields and chattering streams. Life was simple, yet fulfilling, as she tended to her crops and cared for her livestock.

As she walked through the rows of corn, wheat, and potatoes, she hummed a cheerful tune, her basket swinging gently at her side. Suddenly, she heard a rustling nearby and stopped in her tracks. There, in the distance, she saw a figure approaching. As they drew closer, Y/N realized it was Son Chaeyoung, the daughter of the head of the town. She looked flustered and out of breath.

"Y/N, I-I'm so sorry to bother you," she panted. "My father sent me to fetch you. He needs your help with something important at the town hall." Y/N raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Chaeyoung seemed genuinely nervous, and she rarely ever saw her in the countryside. "It's nothing bad, I promise. He just wants your expertise on...on some crops that aren't doing well." Y/N hesitated, but eventually nodded. She knew Chaeyoung's father valued her knowledge and skills as a farmer. Perhaps this was a chance to strengthen their tenuous relationship.

She followed Chaeyoung back into town, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The town hall was bustling with activity, townsfolk rushing about, delivering messages and supplies. Chaeyoung led her to her father's garden . He looked up as they entered and smiled warmly. "Ah, Y/N. I'm glad you could join us. I'm sure you can help us figure out what's wrong with these crops."

Y/N nodded, trying to hide her unease. As she examined the wilting crops , she noticed something strange about them. "It looks like they're infested with aphids," she said, pointing to the tiny insects that were sucking the life out of the crops . Chaeyoung's father looked surprised. "Aphids? I've never seen them this far south before. Thank you, Y/N. You've been most helpful."

He gestured for her to sit down beside him, and they spent the next hour discussing farming techniques and strategies for dealing with the infestation. Y/N was surprised to find that Chaeyoung's father was actually quite knowledgeable about the subject, and they shared many stories and experiences.

When it was time for Y/N to return home, Chaeyoung walked her back to the edge of town. They stopped at a picturesque spot overlooking the valley, and Y/N offered Chaeyoung some freshly picked apples from her orchard. As they sat there, talking, enjoying the view and the crisp autumn air, Y/N felt a strange connection with Chaeyoung. It was as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

"You know," Chaeyoung said softly, breaking the silence, "my parents... they don't understand. They think that same sex relationship is wrong. That we should be with someone of the opposite sex. " Y/N looked at her, surprised. She knew what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.

"Well, they're wrong," she said, offering Chaeyoung a reassuring smile. "You're special, and you should be with someone who sees that." Chaeyoung blushed and looked away, playing with a stray strand of hair. "I just wish... I wish they could understand." Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand gently. "Time will change things, I'm sure of it."

They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Finally, Chaeyoung stood up, brushing the dirt from her skirt. "I should get back. Thank you again for your help today, Y/N. It means a lot." She leaned in and kissed Y/N's cheek before walking away.

Y/N watched her go with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe things would change between Chaeyoung and her parents. Maybe they would come to understand that love had no boundaries, no rules.

She gathered up the remains of the picnic and started back towards her home, lost in thought. The image of Chaeyoung's face, the way she smiled and blushed, filled her mind. The way chaeyoung looks so effortlessly gorgeous.

As she neared her orchard, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the apple trees, turning their leaves into a symphony of reds and golds. She stopped for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene, and realized that perhaps this was what love was all about. It wasn't just about being with someone you cared for, but about finding beauty and joy in the world around you.

The next few months passed by in a blur of activity. Y/N spent every spare moment helping Chaeyoung's father tend to their crops. After that she would meet up with chaeyoung. where they would shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears. Each time they parted ways, they promised to see each other soon, their words filled with hope and longing.

Despite the challenges they faced, they found solace in each other's company. They talked about their dreams for the future, about the places they wanted to visit and the things they wanted to achieve. Y/N found herself inspired by Chaeyoung's determination and resilience, while Chaeyoung admired Y/N's strength and independence. They were, in many ways, complements of each other.

One afternoon, as they sat beneath the shade of an ancient apple tree, talking about accident that their friend dahyun made, Chaeyoung leaned in and kissed Y/N. It was a soft, tender kiss that left them both breathless. For a moment, they forgot about everything else and were lost in the moment. When they finally pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with emotion.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Chaeyoung murmured, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

Y/N smiled and leaned in, kissing Chaeyoung tenderly. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above them, dappling their skin with shadows and light. The warmth from Chaeyoung's body felt so right against hers, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in the moment, the world around them fading away.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Y/N reached up to brush a strand of hair from Chaeyoung's face, her fingers trembling slightly. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "I've wanted this for so long."

They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing, the world around them seeming to slow down. Chaeyoung traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her finger, marveling at the softness of her skin. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Someone who understands me, and who I can be myself around."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for Chaeyoung. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel this way," she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through Chaeyoung's hair. "Who could make me forget about everything else and just be happy."

They lay there for a while longer, lost in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasures of their love. The sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the orchard. Eventually, they sat up, brushing the grass from their clothes. Y/N glanced around, noticing how the trees seemed to sway gently, as if they were moving to some unheard melody.

"Come with me," Y/N said, taking Chaeyoung's hand. "I want to show you something."

She led Chaeyoung through the rows of apple trees, the evening air cool against their skin. As they walked, the branches overhead swayed gently, creating a natural canopy that cast dappled shadows across their path. They emerged from the orchard and found themselves at the edge of a small meadow, dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses. A small stream trickled nearby, its waters sparkling in the fading light. grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The sky above was a deep, vibrant blue, speckled with puffy white clouds.

"This is my favorite spot," Y/N said, her voice soft with affection. "I used to come here when I needed some peace and quiet. It's where I felt closest to nature, and to myself."

Chaeyoung smiled, her eyes taking in the beauty around them. "It's beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the stream. "It's like a secret oasis, hidden away from the world."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she looked out over the meadow. "I used to come here when I needed to clear my head, or when I just wanted to feel close to something bigger than myself." She glanced at Chaeyoung, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I never imagined I'd find someone who could make me feel this way, though."

Chaeyoung smiled, stepping closer to Y/N. "Neither did I," she replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "But I'm so glad we found each other." She paused, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Because now I feel like anything is possible."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the sounds of the meadow and the stream providing a gentle background hum. Y/N leaned in, their breath mingling as she pressed her lips to Chaeyoung's. The kiss was tender and sweet, a perfect expression of the love they shared. As they pulled apart, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness, and she knew that no matter what challenges they might face in the future, they would face them together.

They stood there in the middle of the meadow, basking in the glow of their love, as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of autumn. Y/N wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort she provided.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked, looking up at Chaeyoung with a smile.

Chaeyoung laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Of course I do. You were so quiet and shy, but you had this way about you that just drew me in. I couldn't help but want to get to know you better."

They stood there for a moment, lost in their memories, before Chaeyoung turned her attention back to the present. She looked around the meadow, feeling grateful for the peace and serenity that surrounded them. "I never thought I'd find a place like this," she said, her voice barely audible. "A place where I could be truly happy."

Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "You are my happiness," she replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Chaeyoung's cheek. "And I'm yours. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together."

Their time in the meadow seemed to stretch on forever, the hours passing unnoticed as they reveled in the comfort and love they shared. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. A chill crept into the air, prompting them to move closer together for warmth.

Y/N leaned against Chaeyoung, her head resting on the girl's shoulder as they gazed up at the stars. "Do you have a favorite constellation?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the trees.

Chaeyoung shrugged. "I've always liked Orion's Belt," she replied, her breath tickling Y/N's ear. "It reminds me of when we first met. It was like fate, you know? Like the stars were aligning just for us."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at the mention of their meeting. "That's a beautiful way to think about it," she said softly. "I think I'll always remember that night too. It feels like a dream sometimes, being with you like this."

As they continued to watch the stars, the sounds of the forest began to fade away, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze picked up. The air grew colder still, but neither of them seemed to notice or mind. They were content just being together, wrapped in each other's warmth and love.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like," Y/N asked, her voice barely audible over the whispering of the trees, "if we could travel to each of those stars? To see the worlds they're part of, the people who live there?" She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the vastness of the universe, the endless possibilities that lay before them.

Chaeyoung paused for a moment, considering the question. The stars above them seemed to dance in the darkness, their twinkling light casting a soft glow over the meadow. "I think it would be incredible," she finally replied, her voice tinged with awe. "But I think the best part would be coming back here, to this place. To know that no matter where we go or what we see, we'll always have each other. And this place will always be our home."

They sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the night. Y/N felt her heart swell with love and gratitude for Chaeyoung, for the life they shared together. She knew that their love was special, that they were meant to be together. As she looked up at the stars, she made a silent promise to herself: no matter what challenges they might face in the future, she would always fight for their love. She would never take Chaeyoung for granted, and she would do everything in her power to make her happy.

Eventually, the chill in the air grew too intense for them to ignore, and they stood, stretching their limbs and yawning. "You should go back home ," Y/N said, her voice husky with sleep. "It's getting late. And I don’t want you to get in trouble”

Chaeyoung nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She knew that the night couldn't last forever, but she didn't want to leave this place. She didn't want to leave the feeling of peace and contentment that came with being wrapped up in Y/N's love. But she also knew that if they get caught there will be consequences.

As chaeyoung was sneaking back home, she didn’t notice her father siting on the chair in the dining room.

“Where were you… let me guess out sucking the face off that bloody witch.”her father said. Chaeyoung was shocked. “Why so shocked? You thought I wouldn’t know, I have eyes on you everywhere.” he added.

“So you was spying on me, where’s the trust in that father.” Chaeyoung said. “You broke the trust as soon as you kiss that witch” he responded quickly.

“ oh bloody hell so what I like y/n what wrong about th-” she got cut off with a slap by her father.

“ you don’t like that thing, you don’t even know what love is. She must had put a spell on you to make you believe that .” he said angrily. “ she needs to pay for what she is doing to your mind” he said then went over to grab a torch. He walks out of the house. That’s when chaeyoung realizes what he means by that a rush to y/n cabin.

"Chaeyoung," y/n whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? Your father gonna kill me if he found you here."

Chaeyoung knelt beside her, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. " you need to get out of here , my father is ordering the town to find you ." She wiped the tears from her face, as she gently brushing her knuckles against y/n cheek. "Please, y/n, get out of here, while you still can."

But it was too late. The sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the field. The townspeople had found them. They encircled them, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They had found y/n, the witch who dared to love another woman especially the daughter of the town . They grabbed her roughly, tearing at her clothes, pulling her away from Chaeyoung. As they dragged her away, she struggled, desperate to reach Chaeyoung one last time, to tell her that she loved her, that it would all be alright.

"Witch! Witch! Hang her at the stake!" they cried, their faces twisted with rage and fear.

Chaeyoung followed, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking with every step. She begged and pleaded with them to let her go, but they ignored her. They forced her to watch as they hung y/n from the gallows, her body twitching and jerking with each agonizing breath.

As y/n's life faded from her eyes, she looked down at Chaeyoung, her love, the only thing in the world that made her life worth living. "Chaeyoung," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love you. And I will never ever stop loving you. No matter what happens to me right now, it would never destroy my love for you." With those final words, y/n's soul left her body, as she was hanging from the tree. Chaeyoung screamed, her voice echoing through the fields, the sound of her anguish piercing the very heavens.

The townspeople, satisfied that justice had been served, turned their backs on Chaeyoung, leaving her alone to grieve. But even as they walked away, they could not escape the haunting image of the two lovers, torn apart by a world that could not understand their love. And so, their story lived on, a tragic testament to the enduring power of love, even in the darkest of times.

The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of y/n. Chaeyoung remained at the foot of the gallows, her body racked with sobs, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She clutched at the dirt, refusing to let go, as if somehow she could bring y/n back. But she knew deep down that this was not the end. There was something still pulling her forward, some unspoken promise that their love would find a way to survive.

Night fell, and the stars twinkled in the inky black sky. Chaeyoung's tears finally dried up, leaving her chest heaving with the memory of each sob. She looked up at the stars, searching for some sign, some hope that they would find a way back to each other. And as she stood there, gazing up at the heavens, she swore an oath: she would spend the rest of her life seeking out others like them, those who dared to love against the tide of public opinion. She would fight for their right to be together, to live their lives as they saw fit, free from the judgment of a world that could not understand.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Chaeyoung's determination only grew stronger, her resolve unshakeable. She became a symbol of hope for those who found themselves in her situation, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though y/n was gone, her spirit lived on through Chaeyoung, guiding her every step of the way.

Years passed, and the world began to change. Slowly, but surely, people began to see the error of their ways, to understand that love knew no bounds, no gender, no race. It was a victory of the heart over the head, of compassion over fear. And as Chaeyoung watched this transformation unfold before her eyes, she knew that her love for y/n had not been in vain. She had made a difference, however small, and for that she was eternally grateful.

Eventually, Chaeyoung found herself standing before a great crowd, addressing them with a voice that rang clear and true. "We must never forget the sacrifices that have been made for our freedom," she said, her gaze fixed on the sky, as if y/n were standing there beside her. "We must honor their memory by continuing to fight for justice, for equality, for love. For as long as there is one person left who dares to love against the tide, we will be there to fight by their side." And with that, a roar went up from the crowd, a testament to the enduring power of love and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to follow their hearts.

The years passed, and Chaeyoung grew old, but she never stopped fighting. Her story became legend, a reminder to all who heard it of the incredible strength that can be found in the human heart when it dares to love truly and fiercely. And though y/n's body was gone, her love for Chaeyoung lived on, etched into the very fabric of history, a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure against all odds.

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eskawrites · 5 months

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What about 18 “You look like hell.” “I feel like it.” Would there be anyway to tie that into the Russian Robin spy bits you’ve been doing because I love them sm

how did you know this perfectly aligns with what i was thinking for the Russian Robin au?

russian robin drabble part one | part two

Nancy isn't surprised that Hopper is furious with her. She's not surprised when Murray goes on a two hour rant about how reckless she is, and how they're all certainly going to die now that she's let Robin run back to her handlers. She's not surprised by the sad, torn look Joyce gives her, or the way Steve shuts himself in his house and stops talking to all of them.

She is, however, completely taken aback when Dustin shows up at the Wheeler house in the middle of the night, banging on the door and demanding to talk to her and only her.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" she asks, trying to pull him inside so he doesn't wake the neighbors as well as everyone in her house. But Dustin tugs his arm from her grasp and stays stubbornly on the front step.

"You need to come with me. This is top secret--you're the only one we can trust."

"We?"

"Just come on, Nancy!"

She barely has enough time to grab her backpack that's sitting by the front door before he's grabbing her and pulling her along. She's in pajama pants and a sweatshirt that once belonged to Robin, running barefoot against the pavement, and then the grass, and then through the woods.

Dustin leads her further and further away from the center of town, deeper into the trees. They're heading vaguely toward the Byers' old house, she realizes.

Mirkwood, she thinks, her heart sinking.

"Dustin," she says, "what's going on?"

He slows to a walk, but there's still something frantic to his movement as he pulls her along.

"Don't get mad, okay?" he says. "You're the one who helped her escape."

"What are you--"

"Finally!" says another voice from the trees--young, impatient, and unexpected enough to completely confuse Nancy. Erica steps into view with her arms crossed. "You've been gone for ages!"

"I went as fast as I could," Dustin protests. "Have you seen anything?"

"Nothing. You told me to stay put, remember?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised you listened for once."

"What's going on?" Nancy says again, cutting off Erica's protest. "What the hell are you two doing out here?"

Erica gives Dustin a look. "You didn't tell her?"

"I was working on it!" He turns toward Nancy. "We found her, okay? But we need your help."

Nancy stares. "You--what are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about? Robin!"

"She left a week ago, she can't be--"

"Look, I've been monitoring Cerebro listening for Russian transmissions, just in case I pick up something. I figure..." He shifts his weight. "If she went back to them, I thought we should know about it."

"Bullshit, Dustin," Erica says. He throws his hands up.

"Fine! I was worried about her. Just like you, Erica. And you, Nance, 'cause you're the one who let her go. So I wanted to keep an ear out just in case she needed us. And it's a good thing I did, because we overheard them talking about her earlier tonight."

Nancy closes her eyes. The world is spinning. She kind of thinks she might be sick. She shakes her head a little.

"Cut to the chase, Dustin," she says, eyes still closed. "What did you hear, and why do you need me?"

"They found her." His voice is tight. Nancy clenches her jaw. "But apparently they underestimated her, because they reported casualties and said she got away."

"And now?"

"As far as I can tell, they have no idea where she went. But based on where they saw her last--and, okay, this is fully just an educated guess, I admit, but--"

"She's close by," Erica says impatiently. "And we need to find her. We need to help her."

Nancy opens her eyes again, glancing around. "You know, the last time you picked up confidential Russian messages, it didn't end well for anyone."

"Robin is our friend," Dustin says, his voice surprisingly sharp. "She's a lot of other things, too, but that part hasn't changed. If she needs us, I'm going to be there for her. So are you going to help us or not?"

She bites back a sigh. "How long ago were they talking about Robin?"

"It's been a couple hours."

"She could be long gone by now."

"She could've been long gone days ago, but she wasn't," he argues. "So?"

"Fine." She slides her backpack off her shoulder and digs through it until she finds the revolver. She pulls it out, checks it over, and pulls the backpack back on. "But you both do as I say, when I say it. Got it?"

They both nod. Nancy moves in front of both of them and starts walking deeper into the forest.

For a long time, they don't see anything. Nancy bites her tongue to keep from pointing out that Robin is a trained soldier, and the odds of them finding her in the middle of the woods, in the dark, with no real trail to follow are low, even if she is injured. But she thinks about the fact that Robin is very likely injured--if not freezing or starving or any other manner of nearly dead--and she keeps her mouth shut and keeps walking.

She's just about to suggest Dustin and Erica head home--her nerves are getting the better of her in the dark, in the woods, with the thought of Russians and demogorgons and whatever else might be lurking in the shadows--when she sees a tree with a patch of bark scraped cleanly off.

"There," she says, nodding toward it. "She's close."

"Because of the tree?" Erica asks.

"Look at the marks. It's too clean to be an animal. She must have done it with a knife, to make kindling probably."

Robin had taught her how to make a fire last summer, pointing out which twigs and branches were dry and which were too green still, showing her how she could figure it out for herself. But if it's rained recently, Robin had said, you might need to dig a little to get dry wood. Shaving pieces from your firewood works, but you can scrape into a standing tree too if you need to.

Nancy had asked how Robin knew all this. I went camping a lot as a kid had been her answer.

She shakes her head. "She's close," she says again.

The click of a gun cocking sounds nearby. Really close, maybe. Still, Nancy raises the revolver and reaches back to push Erica and Dustin behind her. She looks through the trees, trying to spot any sign of Robin or whoever else might be out here.

She doesn't see her, but she does hear her--a faint, disbelieving voice calling out softly, "Nancy?"

"Robin!" Dustin cries, too loud. He runs ahead of Nancy before she can grab him.

"Dustin!" She follows, heart in her throat, but he doesn't go far. He skids to a halt about twenty feet ahead, staring at--

Robin, slumped against an old, rotten stump, arm wrapped tightly around her own waist, a weak, wry smile filling her face as she sees them.

She's covered in mud, clothes torn and filthy, hair messy around her face. The hand holding her gun drops suddenly, as if giving out. She winces a little as she tries to sit up.

"You're barefoot," she says, looking at Nancy.

Nancy stares back. She's sitting awkwardly against the stump, painfully. There are bloodstains on her shirt where she's holding herself. There's a split in her lip and a bruise blooming around her eye, too. She is, though, wearing shoes. Her tattered Converse she'd been wearing when Hopper came back into town with the news that she was a traitor.

"You look like hell."

Robin gives a dry laugh. "I feel like it."

Something breaks in Nancy, tension withering away in the air between them. She stumbles forward and falls to her knees beside Robin.

"I told you to stay safe," she says, reaching out carefully to peel Robin's arm away from her waist.

"If I remember right, you told me not to fail. And I didn't. Bastards'll be running home with their tails between their legs now."

Nancy manages to move her enough to get a clear look at the wound, but the only thing she can really tell is that it's bad. Robin's skin is freezing to the touch.

"What did you do, Robs?" she whispers.

"What I said I would." Robin tries to sit up again, voice and body straining. "I--I want to protect you, Nance. I need to protect you. All of you. I--"

Nancy reaches out and stills her. Robin is breathing hard, beads of sweat gathering at her hairline, but she relaxes slightly under Nancy's touch.

"We need to get her out of here," Dustin says. Robin's eyes flick toward him.

"You shouldn't be here. Either of you," she adds, looking at Erica, too.

Erica crosses her arms over her chest. "Try and stop us."

"You--"

"Dustin's right," Nancy says before an argument can break out. "You need help, Robin."

"M'fine." Her arm falls against her waist again, trying and failing to cover the blood soaking her shirt.

Nancy leans closer and lowers her voice. "You're hurt. Badly. You didn't even try to bandage it?"

"I--" Robin stares at her, eyes wide and searching. "I don't have anything--"

"Then let us help you."

"No. There's nothing you can do, anyway."

"We can make sure you don't bleed to death," Erica snaps.

"By what? Taking the Russian spy to the hospital?" Robin laughs again, weak and hollow, and Nancy feels it scrape through her own chest. "Unless one of you is a field surgeon, there's nothing to be done. You should just go before someone finds you here."

"No way," says Dustin. Beside him, Erica crosses her arms over her chest and nods in agreement.

Robin scowls at them, then turns to Nancy, her gaze suddenly pleading.

Nancy sets her jaw. "You're coming with us, Robs."

"Nancy. Don't."

"Shut up. Dustin, come help me get her on her feet."

He does as he's told, and Robin can't do much but let them take her by the arms and help her up. Nancy lets Dustin support Robin's weight for a moment while she quickly sheds her sweatshirt and wads it up. Then she takes her place back under Robin's arm and presses the sweatshirt to her waist. Robin bites her lip, but she doesn't make a sound as Nancy applies pressure.

"Is there anyone around?" Nancy asks her quietly. Robin shakes her head.

"No one followed me. We should be fine."

"Good. Now come on. Erica keep an eye out."

"Got it."

"Nance," Robin breathes.

Nancy looks up at her and sees tears in her eyes. But whatever Robin was going to say doesn't make it out. She just shakes her head and closes her eyes, letting Dustin and Nancy help her back through the trees.

#and then they get back to hopper who is about to have an ulcer from all their shenanigans #russian robin #asks #anon #ronance

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karume-everything-else · 1 year

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Are you perhaps able to do Sho Suzuki (or Teruki Hanazawa) x fem! Reader fluff? I've been wanting a childhood friend scenario for so long but obviously if you can't that's alright, and if you can't PLEASE message me back so I know I don't want false hope that you may write it 😅

Ciao dude ☄️

A little challenging, but I'll do a short thing for both ;)

Sho Suzuki x fem! Reader

"Hey, you ready [Name]?" Sho looked over, casually leaning against a light post, "I see the bus coming around the corner."

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Ever since he ran off, you didn't get to see Sho that often. But you could understand why, given how his father went off the deep end. Though in meeting up with him after everything calmed down, something was different.

Sho wasn't that different, but something about seeing him again after two, almost three years was jarring. Though not nearly as bad as Sho seeing you again after all this time.

He felt as if the world spun wildly from under him. When did you get to be so... cute? Was he hallucinating? Couldn't be, he was a powerful Espur. He couldn't be mistaken. So why did you look so cute all of a sudden?

Sho was trying so hard not to notice how your sundress fluttered in the breeze. How adorable it was to see you happy around his new friends. Why was it so difficult?

"Sho? Earth to Sho!" You shook the disassociated boy, "Hello?"

"Hm? What? Stop shaking me!"

Letting go of his arm, "We were going to break off in groups. Who were you gonna go with?"

Sho only listened to where everyone was going to be polite. His intention was to follow you around until he figured out why he was feeling this way. There was no other way to do it, or so he thought.

Strolling around the little stalls, occasionally swapping people around the three groups; Sho really didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to get you on your own to figure out why he wanted to be alone with you in the first place?

Then everything finally aligned. Breaking near some carnival games, Sho took his chance. Seeing you eye a very large plush animal, a red panda at that, gave him the best excuse.

"So, don't try to hide it." He leaned on your shoulder casually, "But I can see that red panda plushie too you, know?"

"Y-yeah? What of it?" Even your pouting was adorable. What was wrong with him?

"I could always go over there and win it." Looking off into the middle distance to try and seem cool and mysterious didn't work on you, sadly, "Maybe keep it for myself."

"Didn't think you liked plushies." You scoffed, "But if it means that much to you, go ahead."

Sho nearly broke, but he could see how you were poking your lip out just a little. A tell-tale sign that you were trying to rile him up. Just like when you two were little. Shaking his head, Sho made a half-hearted bee-line for the booth. Smirking to himself when you followed like a lost puppy.

"What's a matter? Thought you didn't want the thing?" Sho teased.

Trying to ignore him wouldn't work, "Well I was going to save my allowance for something else, but I can't just let you win a plushie that clashes with your hair."

"Big talk from a little lady."

Turning just a little while you huffed, Sho took a chance to blindside you by grabbing your hand. While you didn't say anything, the look of pure confusion was more than enough for him. A tiny smirk, almost invisible as Sho realized he had all but won... whatever this was.

"You know, don't bother trying to win the thing." He waved down your indignant squawk, "I'll get it for you instead."

Nearly freezing in your tracks, "What for? What kind of favor are you gonna ask of me?"

"Hm..." Sho tapped his chin, "Uh... promise you'll let me know when you have a free Saturday so we can hang out again like we used to."

"Really? That's it?"

"I mean, if you don't want the plushie..."

"Alright, alright!" You gave up, "I'm busy this upcoming Saturday but the one after that is mostly free. If you're thinking of a whole day, that won't happen. Mum will flip if I ask..."

Teruki Hanazawa x fem! Reader

This date had to go perfectly, it had to. Teruki couldn't mess up anything this time, after the fallout from him being a complete jerk. He didn't want to lose his childhood friend again, even if this was more than a friendship at this point.

A large picnic basket filled with half a dozen little things in an attempt to be as romantic as possible. Making up for the years he drove you away by just being snotty. It was something he tried to deny at the time, but his wake-up call with Mob came with a revelation.

And a truly sincere apology straight to your face.

It was the only reason you even believed him after all this time. After you managed to stop laughing at his hair...

Though as you walked under an orange sunset, arm in arm with Teruki as he tried so hard to make every little thing perfect. Despite not being able to control other people or animals. He couldn't even unfold the blanket without spilling something within the basket.

Teruki instinctively used his powers, "Hey, no! Don't spill!"

Snickering at his knee-jerk reactions, you tugged the end of the blanket to actually spread it across the ground. He couldn't help but blush, doing his best to keep things as smooth as possible. This whole evening was supposed to go perfectly, Teruki was going to make sure of it!

Except things kept going belly up. Containers tipping over, leaves and flower petals flying into both of your faces, and loud noises covering up the cheesy romantic lines Teruki wanted to say. Leading the poor boy flustered and shouting things into sudden silences as you giggled at him.

"I-!" He stuttered, "This isn't how this was supposed to go!"

"Not everything is gonna be perfect Teru." You smirked, "All this makes it fun. Especially when your wig starts wiggling."

The surprising noise as his arms flew up to cover his head was too entertaining.

Chuckling as you kissed his cheek. "I was teasing. Your hair looks fine."

Teruki huffed, grudgingly putting his arm around your shoulder, "You're lucky you're cute."

"Oh? Just that I'm cute?"

"And we have a good history." He turned, pouting, "One that I screwed up. And I'm lucky that you let me back in like this."

Nuzzling against him helped calm everything down. Teruki didn't know how to fully respond to how you always rolled with things. This was his possibly final chance with you. It had to be perfect this time around. Right?

But here you were, happily snuggled to him. It only barely calmed him down.

#x reader #ask #sho suzuki #mob psycho x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho shou #mob psycho teruki #mp100 teruki #mob psycho 100 teruki #teruki x reader #sho x reader #sho suzuki x reader #teruki hanazawa #teruki hanazawa x reader #lumaniii

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Playing It Cool But She's Lying

Opie Winston x OFC (Chris Teller)

Inspired by the song Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers

Warnings: language, alcohol, pre-canon AU, Young Opie who isn't completely dead inside

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: I've had this fic pictured vividly in my head for what feels like the longest time and it still fought me every step of the way as I tried to put it down on paper. But it's done! It's here! I'm so relieved lmao. I have such a Big Fic planned for Opie and Chris but writing this in the meantime was just so fun. Idk, I love the idea of Opie in his super early 20's and not being so sullen all the time. Let the man have some fun. 🥰 Also, shout-out to @garbinge for listening to me ramble for hours about this fic and these two in general. They wouldn't be here without you. 💖

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Chris was rooting around the cupboards of Gemma’s kitchen, looking for something to snack on while she figured out what to do with the rest of her night. Her usual avenues for Friday night plans were all out of the question. The club took off earlier in the evening which meant that she didn’t have Jax and Opie to bother the way that she normally would. A handful of her friends from school had left town a few weeks before when college was back in session, and Opie’s sister Veronica was out of town for the weekend visiting Mary’s family. Charming wasn’t exactly a town known for being busy, but it had been a long time since Chris felt like it was such a boring spot to be.

The only upshot of it all was that with the club being out on business, Gemma would be staying at T-M and the clubhouse longer than usual to make sure everything was alright. On more than one occasion Chris tried to tell Gemma that things were much more likely to go wrong when all of the guys were on the compound, but the message never seemed to go over well. Either way, Chris had the house to herself for the night and she figured that if there was nothing else to do, she might as well take advantage of it.

She was halfway to climbing up onto the counter to reach the top shelf when she heard a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. More confused than anything else, she went and peeked out the front window to see who it could be. Last she heard, only the prospect for left behind and it wasn’t as though he would have any reason to be stopping by.

Her confusion only intensified when she saw that it was Opie rolling into the driveway. When she heard the door shut and the sound of his boots on the floor, she beat him to the punch and called something out into the house before he could.

“I thought you were supposed to be long gone,” she said with a laugh from the kitchen.

She heard Opie chuckling as he made his way to where she was. When he walked into the kitchen, Chris was perched comfortably up on the counter with a can of soda in her hand. Opie shook his head, not commenting on the fact that she was choosing to sit on the counter rather than the multitude of chairs around Gemma’s table.

Opening the fridge, he grabbed his own can of soda. “I thought I was supposed to be, too.”

She laughed. “What’d they do? Downgrade you back to prospect?”

“Might as well have,” he said as he popped the top on his soda can. “I’m ‘on probation’.” He threw air quotes around it to emphasize his sarcasm.

Chris nodded, not even trying to hide how funny she found the whole idea of it all. She didn’t even know what probation would really mean in the context of the MC. Apparently it meant Opie wouldn’t be going on runs with them or any of the fun stuff for a little bit. She sort of felt bad because she knew it mattered to him, but she also knew that it wasn’t as though it was going to last forever. They’d need him again in no time.

Without a word, she hopped down from the counter and started walking towards her room. Opie watched her for a moment, and when he realized that she wasn’t actually going to extend him an invitation, he started to follow her down the hallway regardless.

Just as he crossed the threshold of her room, Chris was flopping down onto the beanbag chair that she had tucked in the corner opposite of her bed. Opie couldn’t believe that she hadn’t broken or gotten rid of the thing yet—she’d had it for years and it showed with how worn out it was. He’d called her out on it once and her immediate response was, “Just because it’s ugly, doesn’t make me like it any less—kinda like you,” and then he never brought it up again.

Rather than going and sitting on her bed, Opie walked over to the small desk she had pushed against the wall by her bedroom window, the same window that she had definitely climbed out of on more than one occasion to sneak off with Opie and his sister, and sat down in the spinning chair that went with it. It was a miracle that he fit in it, but he managed. He stretched his legs out and swayed the chair back and forth as they both sat there.

“Finally got the house to yourself and you’re not even gonna throw a party?” Opie asked with a chuckle.

Chris rolled her eyes. “Gemma isn’t gonna be gone that long.”

“So you’re just gonna sit around and do nothing?”

“Hey, listen, you’re the one who came to see me. So if I’m doing nothing, you’re dong even less than that.” She paused. “Why didn’t you go with V to visit Mary and everyone?”

“Oh, uh, because I didn’t want to.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re such an asshole.”

He shot her a small smirk and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s in the genes. Besides,” he took a sip of his soda, “V’s always been Mary’s favorite anyway.”

“Yea, mine too, but we all gotta settle sometimes, you know?” she joked.

“Alright,” he said as he rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed and failing.

“It’s unfortunate for you and Jax that both of you have younger sisters who are objectively cooler and better than you in every possible way. I’m,” she laughed, “I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

Opie was only able to keep a straight face for a moment before he broke and started laughing. “You don’t sound very sorry.”

The two of them moved onto other things. They talked a little about the club, but he never stayed on that topic with her for long. He’d known her his whole life and yet he never really felt like he was in the position to just sit down with her and ask her point-blank what her actual problem with it was. Even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like it was the right kind of night for that anyway. He listened to her rant about Gemma, the two of them talked about Jax, and they ran the whole gamut of their usual conversation topics before they finally hit a lull in the conversation.

When things had been quiet for a couple minutes, Chris looked over at Opie, who was still parked in her tiny desk chair, toying with the now-empty soda can in his hands. She watched him for a moment before saying, “We should go out.”

He choked on the breath he had been taking. “What?”

“Yea! We should go out tonight! I don’t wanna spend my entire Friday night sitting here with you.”

He chuckled, sitting himself upright in the chair. “Thanks.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” She stood up from the beanbag chair and stretched. “Come on—I know a place.”

“You know a place?” he asked, doubt written on his face.

“Oh fuck off, like you know any places that aren’t the clubhouse.” She paused and waited for him to either argue or agree with the plan. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”

Opie looked her up and down, wondering where exactly they could be going that could be that much fun if she was planning on going there in one of Jax’s old hoodies and a pair of cutoff shorts. Still, he knew that it wasn’t as though he had much else to do. He could either do whatever it was that Chris was scheming up in her head, or he could go sit at home and do a whole lot of nothing by himself.

“Alright, fine,” he finally conceded.

Her whole face lit up. “Amazing.” She pulled him up out of the chair and started shooing him towards the door. “Now get out so I can change.”

Opie allowed himself to be pushed out of the room, shaking his head with a small smile as Chris all but slammed the door shut behind him. He waited in the hallway, leaned back against the wall opposite of her bedroom door, curious to see what he was about to get himself into.

When Chris opened the door back up a couple minutes later, she had completely changed. Her hair was down, long dirty blonde waves falling over her shoulders. She had traded in Jax’s hoodie for a snug black tank top, and her cutoffs for a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She was pulling her boots on as she braced herself against the door. Despite the fact that she was completely off-kilter as she got her shoes on, she still looked over at Opie with a smile.

“Alright. You ready?”

He chuckled, shrugging as he watched her finally get herself back upright again. “Are you?”

“Pfft,” she waved him off as she stepped out and started going down the hallway, “I was born ready, Ope.”

“Right,” he said, sarcasm dripping from the word.

He watched as Chris grabbed the jacket that she always wore anytime she was on the back of someone’s bike. It was usually his of Jax’s, but every now and then if things got chaotic last-minute she’d have to catch a ride with Tig or Chibs. Despite not having her own, she was no stranger to motorcycles.

Opie went to grab his kutte off the back of one of the chairs around the dining room table when Chris spoke up. “You can leave that.”

He looked back over at her, clearly perplexed. “What?”

“Your kutte,” she said as she grabbed her helmet, “you can leave it.”

He looked back and forth between her face and the helmet in her hand. “Sorry, did you get a bike of your own that I don’t know about?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, but you won’t need your kutte where we’re going.” She saw the apprehension on his face. “Come on, Opie, just be a normal guy with a motorcycle for once. The girls will be all over you.”

“Oh, well, you didn’t mention there was gonna be girls,” he joked as he reluctantly left his kutte on the chair and headed for the door behind Chris.

He trailed behind her as they both walked out of the house and down the driveway towards his bike. It had been a long time since it was just the two of them doing something together. It was the nature of the club, and also having siblings, that there was rarely any alone time to be had. Everything was always done in groups. Chris had plenty of solo time with Jax, and so did Opie, but it wasn’t often anymore that the two of them ever really spent time together without Jax or someone else around.

“You’re really committed to the full-face helmet, huh?” Opie asked her with a knowing grin as he swung his leg over his bike.

“Um, yea,” she said as she climbed on behind him, “because one of these days I just fuckin’ know you or Jax is gonna wipe out while I’m on the back of this thing and I don’t wanna mess up my whole face because you guys don’t know how to ride.”

“Big talk coming from someone who actually doesn’t know how to ride,” he retorted as he clipped the strap of his helmet underneath his chin.

“I know how to ride!” she said, clearly offended as she pulled her helmet on.

“You rode once like three years ago,” he told her with a laugh. “Doesn’t count.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Chris rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Are you ready?”

“Yea,” he said, letting the bike roar to life, “just tell me which way to go.”

Opie followed Chris’s instructions with a blind faith that he wouldn’t have had in many other people in the same position. There was no hesitation in her directions, though. Wherever they were going, she clearly knew the way there. There was a moment, about ten minutes into their ride, that had Opie wondering if she was just going to have him going in circles. He thought maybe she was just looking for a good excuse to climb onto the back of his bike. But then they crossed the border out of Charming and he realized that she definitely had a destination in mind, but he had no idea what it was.

“Take this right up here,” Chris pointed down the street to the next stoplight, “and then you’ll see it.”

“See what?” Opie said as he rolled up to the stoplight, leaning into the turn with ease.

She laughed, squeezing herself a little tighter to him when she felt the tension in his body. “Relax, Ope. We’re not rolling up to fight club or anything.”

When he rolled a few yards down the street, he saw the place that Chris must’ve been talking about. He let out a laugh that was more sarcastic than anything else. “I think,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club, “I’d prefer fight club.”

She lightly slapped the back of his shoulder. “Oh shut up. It’s gonna be fun!”

Opie parked the bike, allowing Chris to hop off before he did. He watched as she took her helmet off and shook out her hair. He hung his helmet on the handlebar, looking back and forth between Chris and the neon signs that were lighting up the dark windows of the club.

“Can you even get in here?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“Fuck you, first of all,” she said with a laugh. “Second of all,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a driver’s license that had her face but definitely not any of her real information on it, “I have a fake.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Opie said with a quiet laugh as he snatched the card from her hand to inspect it. He looked up at her, an amused look on his face. “Really? Rose?”

She burst out laughing as she took it back. “Thought it would be a funny little fuck you to Gemma,” she started walking towards the club, “not that she’ll ever know about it.”

Opie fell into stride beside her. “How do you even know about this place?”

Chris shot him a disbelieving look. “What? Did you think that all those nights me, and V, and all our friends didn’t go to the clubhouse with you guys we just sat at home feeling sorry for ourselves?”

“I mean…yea, kinda.” He laughed as she shoved him and he hardly stumbled half a step. “Guess I never thought about it.”

“Sometimes,” she told him as they walked up the few steps to the club door, “it’s nice to be out of Charming where everyone knows everything about you.”

Opie was about to try and come back with something smart when the bouncer at the door greeted them. The burly man made Opie seem small, and he was sitting on a stool just outside the door. Still, the man flashed a warm smile at Chris as she handed over her ID.

“Hey, Rose.”

“Hey, Benny,” she said as she beamed at him.

He looked Opie up and down as he handed over his ID, one that didn’t have to be fake. “Brought a friend, huh?” he asked as he looked over the card in his hands.

“Yea,” Chris said with a laugh. “Finally got him out of the house.”

He handed the card back to Opie, only looking at him for a second before diverting his attention back to Chris. “Have a good time.”

“Always do!” she said, a little more pep in her voice than usual as she took Opie’s hand in her own and dragged him through the doorway.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Opie leaned down so he could speak quietly enough just for Chris to hear. “They know you here?”

She was practically cackling as they made their way towards the bar. “How’s it feel to not be the famous one?”

She couldn’t see the look on his face as he allowed himself to be pulled through the clusters of people in the club. He was thankful for that, though, because he could feel the stupid grin that was on his face and he couldn’t quite manage to wipe it off. It was ridiculous, and he knew that it was, but he couldn’t help it.

“Man,” Chris said with a laugh as they got right up to the bar so that they could order their drinks, “I should’ve brought you a long time ago.” She turned and looked up at him. “Getting up here has never been so easy.”

“Being a foot taller than almost everyone in here helps,” he joked.

The two of them ordered their first round of drinks, and Opie finally took a moment to look around while they waited for the bartender to make them. The club wasn’t an overly large spot. It was comparable in size to the clubhouse only instead of being set up for five different things, the entire space other than the bar was dedicated to a dancefloor with the exception of a few tables on the perimeter of it all. The music was loud, the lighting low for the most part except for the scattered colored lights everywhere. It certainly wasn’t anything like the clubhouse. However, as he looked down at Chris and watched her watching everything unfolding around them, he realized it was exactly the type of place that she liked to be.

“I hope you know,” she said, pausing for a moment as she took a sip of her drink through the small straw that was in it, “that you’re going to have to dance with me.”

He raised his eyebrows, unable to stop himself from laughing. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” she laughed, leaning back so that she was propped up against the bar, “I definitely think so.” She saw the look on his face and argued before he could say anything else. “You can’t come to a club and not dance!”

“I didn’t know we were going to a club!” he said with a laugh.

“But here we are!” She gestured around like she was showing him the most lovely thing in the world. “So now you gotta dance with me.”

“Chris…”

“Opie…” she mocked his tone back to him. She finished off her drink and set the glass on top of the bar before stepping in closer to Opie. “Come on. You don’t know anyone here! I promise I won’t tell anyone in Charming if you’re a terrible dancer.”

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

“I’ll make a scene,” she said immediately with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll get Benny over here, tell him you broke my heart.”

He rolled his eyes. “You really are Gemma’s fuckin’ kid,” he said with a shake of his head. With a deep sigh, he finished off his drink as well. “Fine. Let’s go.” He saw the look of excitement on her face and cut it short before she could get too carried away. He held up his pointer finger, “One dance. That’s it.”

She laughed as she grabbed his hands in her own, walking backwards as she pulled him towards the dancefloor. “We’ll see!”

It wasn’t Opie’s scene at all. He knew it, Chris knew it, hell pretty much anyone who looked at him probably knew it. But it almost didn’t matter. He couldn’t remember the last time that he saw Chris having such a good time. He wondered briefly if this was what she was always like when she was away from the club and all the chaos that came with her family. She wasn’t quite a different person, per se, but she definitely seemed more at ease with herself. He wished that he could say that he felt the same.

Chris saw the apprehension all over his face and she had to laugh. She knew for a fact that some of the things that he had to do to get into and keep his place in the MC were much more daunting than dancing with her in a club full of people, and yet he was practically frozen to his spot.

Taking his hands again, she pulled him close so that his arms wrapped around her waist. He almost stumbled, not ready for the sudden closeness. No one would’ve been able to hear Chris’s laughter above the sound of the music, but with her body pressed right up against his, he could feel her laughter without having to hear it.

They both knew that Opie wasn’t a good dancer. Opie had a lot of things going for him, but rhythm wasn’t one of them. He’d only ever used all that height and muscle for fighting, for whatever brute force tasks needed to be done at T-M and for the MC. He never really had to be graceful, or any approximation of that.

Once he realized that Chris wasn’t just playing some elaborate prank, that she wasn’t going to throw him into the wolves and leave him alone, he tried his best to relax and ease into it. He was only partially successful. He tried to relax into the fact that his hands were on Chris’s hips, that hers were resting right in the crook of where his neck met his shoulders. With the heat of the club, Opie thought that the last thing he would want was to be so close to another person, but there was something surprisingly comfortable about having Chris’s body pressed so closely to his.

They’d only been on the dancefloor for a couple minutes when Chris interlocked her hands behind Opie’s neck and pulled her down so that she could talk to him and he would actually hear it. She had one hand rested on the back of his neck, one on his shoulder as she brought her lips closer to his ear.

There was laughter in her voice as she said, “You can loosen up, Ope.”

He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to think about how suddenly her being so close felt so different than any other time the two of them had been in tight quarters together. “This is as loose as I’m gonna get.”

She laughed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a moment while she did. When she finally lifted her head, tilting her chin so she could look up at Opie, she said, “It’s okay if you’re actually having fun, you know.”

He tensed up for a second, opening his mouth to argue, but then he realized that there was no point. The serious expression faded from his face and he allowed himself a small smile. “I know.”

She beamed up at him. “Good.”

She finally let him stand back completely upright. After that, he was still a little tense, and still extremely awkward on the dancefloor, but he was at least smiling and following Chris’s lead. Both of them were laughing as she moved her hands from his shoulders down to hips and tried to guide him into having some rhythm. It wasn’t successful but it certainly was funny. The sound of their laughter got lost in the music and the vibration of the bass throughout the club, but they still felt it.

While Chris had told Opie that he only owed her one dance, it was more than clear to Opie as soon as they got out onto the floor that it was going to be much more than that. It was a daunting thought at the start, but after a few songs and a few more drinks, he couldn’t deny that he was actually having a good time. Gun to his head, he’d never admit it to Jax or any of the other guys in the club. But when it was just him and Chris and a bunch of people who had no idea who he was, he allowed himself to enjoy it.

They were both standing by the bar, finishing off what Opie was assuming were their last drinks. Chris was practically glowing, a sheen of sweat across her forehead and a warmth to her face that was either caused by the heat of the club, the alcohol, or maybe both. The smile on her face as she set her empty glass down on the bar stretched from one side of the face to the other.

She gestured back to the dancefloor. “One more?”

Opie chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m way past my limit.” He saw the exaggerated look of disappointment on her face and gave a good-natured roll of his eyes. “You said just one anyway. So, really—”

“Alright, alright,” she cut him off with a laugh as she waved her hand dismissively. “Fine. You win.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call it.”

“What’s more of a win than spending your whole night with me, hm?” She leaned against him, batting her eyelashes for extra dramatic effect.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he shook his head at her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the direction that would take them both to the door of the club. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of them made their way through the clusters of people who were still on the dance floor, the stragglers who were just getting to the club. Opie was walking behind Chris, but she was still reaching back, keeping one of her hands tucked in his so that they didn’t get separated by any of the pushy people who’d had far too much to drink.

The same bouncer who had been there on their way in was still there on their way out, but he was too busy getting into it with someone who had gotten far more drunk than either Opie or Chris for her to be able to say any kind of goodbye on their way out. Chris hardly noticed the whole scene that was unfolding just outside the door of the club, but Opie watched as they walked by, unable to wipe the amused expression off of his face. It was nice to go somewhere and not be the person getting in trouble, or being the best friend of the person getting in trouble.

It felt eerily quiet in the parking lot after spending the last few hours in the deafening noise of the club. When Chris laughed as they walked towards Opie’s bike, it sounded so much louder than it actually was with the absence of all the background noise that they’d previously been drowning in. He noticed that she let go of his hand once her feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot. He couldn’t stop the frown that appeared on his face the second her hand fell back to her own side.

When she got over to his bike, Chris stopped and turned around so that she was facing Opie. There was still a warm glow to her cheeks as she stood there waiting for Opie. He left a bit of a gap between them, more than he’d been able to in the club because of all the people. Needing some breathing space after being packed like sardines inside would’ve been the reason that he gave if anyone had asked him why he was standing farther away than normal. The real reason, though, was that despite having all the room in the world to put between them, there was something in his head that was telling him to stay that close to her, a part of his brain that hadn’t ever spoken up in the past. He didn’t have the time to try and figure out why things felt so different now.

Despite the effort to leave a gap between them, Chris closed the distance so that she was right in front of Opie, head tilted back so she could look up at him. “Where to next?”

“What, you don’t have more planned?” he replied with a chuckle.

“I mean,” she laughed with a roll of her eyes, “I’m sure I could some up with something.” She took a small step back towards his bike. “Or you could just bring me home.”

“You’re gonna try to sneak past Gemma when you’re like this?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Chris said, shaking her head and laughing. She pointed at him. “I’m crashing at your place.”

He sighed. “Chris.”

“Come on, don’t make me face Gemma like this. Because then,” she leaned back against his bike, “I’m gonna have to throw you under the bus too.”

Reaching past her, Opie grabbed her helmet off the bike and set it into her hands. “Put your damn helmet on.” He tried to sound annoyed as he said it, but Chris knew better, as evidenced by the grin on her face as she pulled her helmet on and climbed onto the back of the bike behind him.

Chris’s arms were looped tight around Opie’s waist as they peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street. She was giving him directions to get back home as she kept herself velcroed to him. Despite the fact that the air had cooled considerably in the time that they’d been inside, and that the wind was whipping past them while they rode, Opie couldn’t help but feel all of the warmth that was seeping from Chris’s body into his. His entire back and where her arms were looped snugly around his torso all felt warm even with the chill around them. He fought to stay focused on the road and her directions as his mind tried to wander.

Soon enough, they were back in familiar territory and Opie was bringing them back to the apartment that he shared with Jax. Chris didn’t come over and visit often, mostly because things seemed to be better with her and Jax if they were only around each other in small doses. But he wasn’t going to be back with the club until late the next day, if not the day after that, so it wasn’t like he’d be able to give Chris or Opie any grief about her staying there.

As soon as Opie unlocked and opened the door, Chris strode into the apartment, looking around as Opie flipped on the lights. Nothing had really changed since the last time she’d visited—it wasn’t as though Opie and Jax were all that into decorating and interior design. Still, even though nothing had changed, now it was just Chris and Opie, and Chris was just drunk enough to be in the mood to make fun of their place.

“The infamous Bachelor Pad,” Chris said with a laugh as she kicked off her shoes. She turned to look at Opie as she shrugged off her coat. “Surprised I didn’t burst into flames when I walked through the door.”

Opie rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk like you’ve never been here before.”

“Yea, but,” she laughed as she flopped back onto the sofa in their living room, “I don’t know, it’s different.”

He walked over so he was standing beside the couch looking down at her. “It’s really not.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

She allowed him to pull her up off the couch, managing not to topple into him once she was upright. Without another word, he started to walk towards his room and even though he didn’t tell her to, she followed him. He walked into his bedroom before her, turning on the light as he did.

Chris lingered in the doorway for a moment and looked around at the mostly-empty space. He had a dresser, and a bed, and a beat-up nightstand she was fairly certain he must’ve picked up for free on the side of the road at some point. The top of the nightstand was cluttered with almost-empty water bottles and empty bags of chips. The walls had a few different motorcycle posters tacked to them, but not much else. It was exactly what Chris pictured his room looking like—a slightly nicer version of the dorms at the clubhouse.

She walked in and sat down on the edge of Opie’s bed, watching him as he went over and opened the drawer of his dresser. He pawed around in it for a few seconds before pulling out an old t-shirt of his and tossing it to her without warning. He laughed as she floundered to catch it at the last second.

“You can crash in here,” he said as he grabbed a change of clothes for himself. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She shook her head as she stood back up. “No, stop. Come on, you can sleep in your own bed, Ope. It’s fine.”

“Gonna go wreck Jax’s room?” he asked with a laugh.

She smiled and shook her head. “That does sound like a good idea. But no.” She turned and looked at his bed. “This shit is big enough for two.”

“Yea, but—”

“Don’t be weird,” was all she said to him as she walked out of the room and to the bathroom to change.

When she came back into the room, Opie had changed and was sitting on one side of the bed. He glanced over the second he heard her in the doorway. A small, warm smile crossed over his face as he looked at her. She was wearing his t-shirt and had clearly gone into Jax’s room and stolen a pair of his shorts. Nothing fit her quite right and her hair was a mess but Opie suddenly couldn’t stop watching her with a smile on his face.

Walking over to the side of the bed that Opie wasn’t sitting on, Chris peeled the covers back and laid down on the mattress, immediately pulling the blanket up to her chin. She rolled onto her side so that she was looking at Opie. There was a tiredness in her eyes that hadn’t been there all night, but she was still smiling.

“Thank you for tonight, by the way,” she said quietly as she tried to fight back a yawn.

Opie nodded, watching as she fought the urge to close her eyes. “No problem.”

“I promise,” she rolled so that she was facing away from him as she got more comfortable, “I won’t tell the guys that you actually had a good time dancing.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Appreciate it.”

It was only a matter of a couple minutes until Chris was fast asleep, the sound of her breathing unmistakably soft and even. Opie hadn’t even gotten up to turn the light off yet and she was comfortably passed out on the opposite side of the mattress from him. Opie turned and looked over at her for a moment. Her back was still to him, but she looked so small curled up and buried underneath his comforter. In direct opposition to Chris’s calm, steady breathing, Opie could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.

Shaking his head at himself, he got up from his bed and went over to shut off the light. He knew it probably wouldn’t make any different, wouldn’t quiet his mind at all, but he still hoped. Once the room was cast back into darkness, he carefully stepped his way back over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers as well.

Laying on his back, he stared up at his ceiling, eyes open even in the dark. The entire night played over again in his head. Part of him enjoyed it, thinking back on everything that had happened, how good and how easy it all felt. There was something different about the closeness, and while in the moment it had felt comfortable, or even right, now the thought of it was sending him into a complete spiral. He wondered if any of it meant anything—Chris inviting him in the first place, how comfortably she kept herself so close to him, the fact that when he wasn’t overthinking every single thing he was saying and doing he was actually having one of the best nights he’d had in a long time. He wondered if it was going to change anything. He wondered if there was really any reason for things to change. Or maybe he was reading it all completely wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

But something was definitely different now.

Turning his head, he strained his eyes to try and make out Chris’s sleeping form in the dark. He could still hear the level sound of her breathing. Clearly everything that had happened hadn’t affected her that much. If something had changed, it must’ve been him.

He turned his head so that he was looking back up at the ceiling. He was just beginning to force his eyes closed when Chris turned in her sleep. She shifted around a little on the mattress, her legs brushing against Opie’s for a moment as she got situated in her sleep. Opie felt like he was frozen in place until she stopped moving. Even when she was sleeping happily on the other side of the mattress from him, he still had to force himself to relax, and try not to think about the gap between them.

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Hope, Chapter 15 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: It’s been five years since the Blip and Lacey is still on the farm. When she receives word that there is a plan to bring everyone back she begins to hope.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Lacey, Terry, Tommy, the Bartons, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Sharon Carter.

Warnings: Loss of friends. Bucky is delayed before he comes to the farm, causing issues for Lacey and Tommy.

Author notes: This takes place during The Avengers: End Game.

<<Chapter 14

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Four years later

Tommy Chapman wrote down the last spelling word and looked at his mother. "That was a hard word," he said. "Are you sure that was grade 3 level?"

"It was grade 5 level," she stated, looking over his sheet. "You spelled it right just like all the other grade 5 level words I've ever given you. You're smart, Tommy. Don't ever forget that."

"What's the point of being smart if I'm stuck here all the time?" he asked. "Couldn't I go to regular school and at least have some friends?"

Lacey sighed. "We've talked about this. It's not safe."

"For me or for the other kids? I wouldn't use my strength against anyone, Mom. Ever. I wouldn't be a bully."

"I know," she agreed. "You're a good kid. But all it would take is one slip up and someone could say something to the wrong person. You know there were a couple of men asking about me in town, right? If they see you they'll know whose son you are because you look just like your dad."

The boy's face turned red. Five years since his Dad was killed by Thanos and there were still people looking for his mom, because they figured out she had Bucky Barnes' child. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? He got up off the chair and went to the door.

"I'm going to the treehouse," he said. "I want to be alone."

She nodded her assent and walked to the door, watching as he ran to the other side of the property in seconds. It wasn't fair, she knew, but Phil Coulson had figured the CIA were looking again, especially since she published her third book. Once they knew she hadn't turned to dust they started searching for her again. Terry walked in from the barn.

"What's wrong with Tommy?" he asked. "He left here in a hurry."

"He asked about going to regular school again," she answered. "He's lonely for kids his own age."

"Which he can't because of the two men asking about you in town," said Terry. "I feel for him."

"When he was little he had Nathaniel Barton," said Lacey. "It helped him and they had such fun together. Fuck, I hate what Thanos did. No one's happy because nearly everyone lost a loved one. Nothing's been the same since."

"It brought us closer," noted Terry. "Just saying, little sister."

Lacey smiled. "It did. About the only good thing to come out of it."

A text message on her phone alerted her and she took off out of the house yelling for Tommy. Terry ran to catch up.

"What is it?" he yelled as he ran behind her.

"Someone trying to enter the property," she called back. "Wong got an alert from the protection spell he put on the perimeter."

Tommy appeared and ran to her. "What?" he asked.

"We have to go to the house, now," she said. "Someone is trying to get onto the property."

They ran back and entered the house where Lacey texted back. A portal opened and Wong beckoned them through then he laid a spell on the property, making it look abandoned and stepped back into the portal, closing it behind him. Lacey, Tommy, and Terry found themselves at the base of a grand staircase in a building. Wong looked at them.

"Welcome to the New York Sanctum," he said in his understated way. "That was close. I've made it look like the farm is abandoned. Unless they have a sorcerer with them they shouldn't be able to tell it's a spell. Let's see who they are."

He brought up another portal that remained invisible on the other side and they watched a dark SUV entering the property from the highway. It pulled up to the driveway between the barn and the house and two men got out. Both were armed with handguns and had them drawn as they looked through the property. Then they returned to the vehicle and the rear passenger door opened. A woman got out but her face was covered by a hood.

"I thought you said that she lived here, with a blue eyed boy," the woman said to one of the men. "This place looks abandoned."

The man she addressed looked embarrassed. "He must have lied," he replied. "I could go back and shake him down. She picks up her mail at the post office in another town nearby. We could take her there."

"Don't bother," said the woman. "My SHIELD contact said she's very protective of the boy. We would have to take both of them alive to make either of them cooperate."

Lacey looked at Wong in alarm. "She has a SHIELD contact who told her about me and Tommy?" she whispered. "What the hell? Who told her in town that I lived there and that I picked up my mail at the post office?"

"Let me get a close up of her licence plate," said Wong and he read it out loud as a pen and paper pad appeared out of nowhere to write it down.

The woman walked into the house and looked around, checking out the books. She stopped and looked at a particular one, pulling it off the shelf before putting it back next to a picture. Wong focussed the portal on the book and Lacey gasped, as it was her third book and it was next to a picture of Clint and his family, from the day the photographer came to take her author picture for her second book. Then the woman turned and left the house, lowering her hood before she got back into the SUV. Wong used magic to take a picture of her and they watched as the men got back in and the vehicle left the farm.

"We need to show this to someone," he said. "I'm reluctant to show it to anyone at SHIELD in case they're compromised. Who else do you trust?"

"Natasha," said Lacey, without hesitation.

"Not Steve Rogers, or Colonel Rhodes or Phil Coulson?" asked Wong.

"She's a beautiful woman," replied Lacey. "They might not see past that. Natasha is ... incorruptible."

"Okay," declared Wong. "Let's see where Miss Romanoff is."

Wong waved his arms around in the air, bringing up all sorts of shapes and diagrams of light. Tommy watched, entranced at the process. Then Wong gave a grim smile and opened another portal which they all went through. It opened into a ballet studio where a solitary person was practicing at the barre. She saw the portal opening behind her via the mirror and turned around to face them.

"Well, you know my secret," said Natasha. "I do this to work off anxiety. I've been here a lot lately. What's so important that you had to portal in?"

"Someone came onto the farm, with guns, looking for me and Tommy," said Lacey. "She knew about us. Said her SHIELD contact told her about us."

Lacey handed Natasha the picture and the Black Widow looked up in alarm. "She was there with armed people looking for you? Did she say anything?"

"That both Lacey and Tommy would have to be taken alive for them both to cooperate," replied Terry. "You know her."

"I do know her," said Natasha grimly. "Did you tell Steve or the others about this?"

"No, I figured you were the one who would be least impressed by a pretty face," said Lacey. "Who is she?"

"Sharon Carter," said Natasha. "Former SHIELD agent who joined the CIA then went underground after she helped Steve, Sam, and Bucky get out of Berlin. We thought she disappeared in the Blip."

"She knows it was Clint's farm as well," said Lacey. "She went into the house and looked at the books on the bookshelf, picked out my third one then noticed it was next to a picture of Clint and the family."

"Damn, it might not be safe to stay there anymore. If someone from SHIELD talked to her they might not know she's switched sides. Because I'm pretty sure that's what's happened." Natasha took a deep breath, then looked at Wong. "Can they stay temporarily at the Sanctum?"

"Yes," he said hesitantly. "But they could be affected by the magic going on there."

"I know," she replied. "I have to figure something out and find out who told her about Lacey and Tommy. Give me a day."

Wong also gave Natasha the licence plate information and opened another portal to the Sanctum. He escorted them to a room then used magic to turn it into a hotel suite of two bedrooms, one with two beds and one with a single bed.

"You can stay here tonight," he said. "I'll come get you for dinner later. You can look out the windows as they are invisible to the outside. I will send one of you with a sorcerer to the house to get some clothes later. Want to make sure that no one returns there first."

"Thank you, Wong," said Lacey, gratefully.

"Hmmm," was his answer and he made himself scarce.

Later, after dinner Terry went with a sorcerer and came back with a backpack jammed with clothes for each of them. He also brought Lacey's laptop. Wong promised that a couple of sorcerers would monitor the farm to make sure Carter and her gunmen didn't return. The following morning there was a knock at the door of their suite. Wong called through to say it was him. He was followed by Natasha and Coulson. Lacey stood up and placed herself in front of Tommy.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me," said Coulson, raising his hands in surrender. "This is on me, completely. We ran the licence plate of the SUV and checked traffic cam files. It was one of the two vehicles that followed us after your Mother's funeral. It means Carter has been looking for you for some time. She was someone that Nick Fury trusted when she was at SHIELD but it appears she went underground and became involved with a criminal known as the Power Broker in Madripoor. We think she's been selling SHIELD and CIA secrets to him while staying completely off the radar."

"Why would she want me and Tommy?" asked Lacey.

"There was a rumour the Power Broker wanted an army of super soldiers to be his enforcers," said Coulson. "We've been trying to verify it but when I asked Sharon about it when I last saw her she said he lost his top scientist in the Blip and wasn't working on it anymore. She brought up keeping Bucky Barnes' kid safe so the Power Broker couldn't get to him and use his blood to create more serum. I should have asked her how she knew but instead, like an idiot I said he and his mother were safe. Then I said how protective you were of him. I shouldn't have trusted that she was still loyal to SHIELD. I assumed she had advised the Avengers she didn't disappear in the Blip. That was my mistake and I'm sorry."

"So what are you going to do about her?" asked Lacey angrily. "We've lived on that farm for almost 9 years without a problem. Now, suddenly, we're homeless."

"We're going to find her and arrest her," promised Coulson. "As for the farm ... I think you can go back there. We have some technology that can disguise your faces. Natasha has used it before. We have a couple of shape shifting Inhumans that can impersonate you elsewhere and keep her people running in circles."

"Not good enough," said Lacey. "Do you know who in town told her we lived at the farm?"

Natasha looked away then at Coulson and shrugged. "It was a farmer that sells you straw bales," said Coulson. "Jack Manning."

"I'll kill him," blurted Lacey. "I will literally kill him. He already charges me more than he does other farmers. Then he doesn't even put them in the barn, leaving it for us to do."

"We can take care of him," said Coulson. "Mac has volunteered to make an official visit to him. You know how intense he can be. I'll be with him as well and together we will make him regret ever saying anything. Unfortunately we can't do much more because officially the farm doesn't exist and neither do you."

"There's one other thing," said Natasha. "I wasn't supposed to say anything but I think you need to know. We may have a chance to reverse the Snap. I can't say much more about how but we rounded up all the remaining Avengers to make it happen. We're going to bring everyone back. If we succeed you need to be at the farm for when Laura and the kids return."

"When?" asked Lacey. "When will you do this?"

"Tomorrow to get the stones then the reversal the next day," replied Natasha. "I already found Clint. Bruce convinced Thor. We're getting the stones and then we'll reverse the Snap and make sure that no one who was born since then is lost. Everyone that was killed because of the Snap itself will return. So go back to the farm and when Laura returns you get her to call Clint so that he knows she's back."

Natasha started crying and Lacey hugged her, then cupped Nat's face between her hands as she nodded her head. She agreed to go back to the farm that day. After breakfast, Wong confirmed there were no further incursions on the farm. He opened a portal to it so Terry, Lacey and Tommy could walk through to the farm as they had left it before Wong put the abandoned spell on it. They all wore the electronic masks that Coulson gave them earlier. It changed their hair, eye colour and faces completely. They wore them throughout the day and only took them off when they went to bed. The following day they wore them again. It was mid afternoon when Laura, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel suddenly reappeared out near the picnic table. Lacey disengaged the mask and ran to Laura, hugging her hard.

"Do you have your phone?" she demanded. "Call Clint, right now."

"What happened?" asked Laura. "Where's Clint? We were having a picnic."

"I'll tell you but you have to phone Clint right now," said Lacey, beginning to cry. "Please just do it."

Laura pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled Clint. It rang several times, then she heard his voice. He said "Honey" twice then the call was dropped and she looked at Lacey, confused.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked, then she looked beyond Lacey to where Tommy had run up, his nano mask in his hand. "Why is Tommy older? And who is he?"

She pointed at Terry. Lacey held her again for a few moments. "You've been gone for 5 years," she said. "There was a battle against an extraterrestrial in Wakanda and he had the power that allowed him to snap half of the world's population out of existence. You, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel turned to dust. Clint went off the deep end and left me here. This is Terry, my older brother. He came to live with me and provide what protection he could. Tommy is now almost 8 years old. Your kids are the same age as when they disappeared."

Laura dialled Clint again but it went to voice mail and she looked at her phone with frustration. "Why doesn't he answer?" she asked.

Lacey's phone rang and she answered it. "Wong!" she exclaimed. "Laura Barton and her kids are back. What's going on?" She listened for a moment. "What? How? What are you going to do?" With wide eyes she looked at Laura as she relayed Wong's message. "The extraterrestrial, Thanos, is back and he just destroyed Avengers headquarters. The sorcerers are trying to gather all the soldiers and Avengers who reappeared and re-arm them. Then they're all going to the battlefield. Come on, it should be on TV."

They all ran to the house and turned the TV on. Most of the channels had news helicopters filming from the sky. It was chaotic as they had to avoid being shot at themselves. Through the smoke and fires they both saw that the Avengers compound was completely destroyed. The immense size of Thanos' spacecraft as well as the creatures that came out of it running rampant over the destruction was frightening. On the TV they saw Thanos, with his army, standing off against Iron Man, Thor and Captain America. It looked like once again Thanos would defeat them then all sorts of portals began opening behind the three Avengers and more Avengers came out, then other armies of humans, and aliens. In the sky portals opened and strange flying craft appeared. Tommy stood beside Lacey watching all of this then touched her arm.

"Is Dad alive?" he asked, hopefulness tinging his voice.

She looked at him then hugged him hard. "Yes, he's alive, somewhere there," she said, almost crying. "Now he has to fight again along with all the others."

They watched it all for hours; the back and forth, the wave after wave of attacks, the destruction of Thanos' spacecraft then came word that the alien invader had been defeated but at a cost, as Tony Stark had perished after successfully snapping Thanos and his forces out of existence. Both Laura and Lacey cried when that was announced. As the smoke cleared from the battlefield the news helicopters that were still flying showed the extent of the death and destruction. More portals were opened allowing many of the participants in the battle to return to their homes. Nothing was heard from the Avengers and the women wondered if there had been more deaths not announced.

The following morning a quinjet flew over the house drawing the attention of the Barton kids as they ran out to the yard, approaching it after it landed. Clint came down the ramp and joyfully hugged his kids then seeing Laura walking across their yard went to her and kissed his wife tenderly. Lacey, who hoped Bucky was with him came up after with a questioning look.

"He wanted to come but there were some important things that he and Steve had to do first," said Clint. "He plans to turn himself in as well."

"Bucky said before that he was going to do that," replied Lacey. "I just wish he came to meet Tommy in person, first."

"There's one other thing," said Clint. "Natasha ... she didn't make it. She was killed before the battle while we were acquiring the stones. She's gone."

"Shit," whispered Lacey and she began to cry then she looked anxiously at Clint. "Did she tell you about Sharon Carter before she died?"

"No, what about her?" asked Clint.

"She came here looking for me and Tommy, with a couple of gunmen," said Lacey. "She works for a criminal called the Power Broker."

Clint grabbed Lacey's arm and pulled her away. "That's impossible," he said quietly so Laura and the kids wouldn't hear. "I killed him, in Madripoor, a year ago. When was this?"

"A few days ago," said Lacey, just as quietly. "Phil Coulson told her about me and Tommy, believing her to still be loyal to SHIELD. Turns out she's been looking for us all along. I don't think you killed the real Power Broker, Clint. Coulson said there is a rumour the Power Broker wants super soldiers for his own personal army."

"You're sure it was her?" he asked. "She was SHIELD then she joined the CIA after the HYDRA files were released. She helped Steve, Sam and Bucky get out of Berlin."

"You can ask Wong and Coulson if you don't believe me," said Lacey, angrily. "Her men talked to Jack Manning. He told them Tommy and I were here at the farm. They showed up here with guns to take us by force. Thank God Wong had a protection spell on the place. It gave us enough warning for him to portal us to the Sanctum in New York."

Clint looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry," he said, ashamed. "I should never have left you here unprotected. Losing Laura and the kids made me spiral and I lost it. You kept my farm going and I owe you so much for that."

He watched Lacey's face as all sorts of emotions played across it. "I don't know what to do," she finally admitted. "I thought for sure that Bucky would come with you. All along he's said he wants to be with us and instead he stays to talk with Steve?"

"I'm sure you were part of the conversation," replied Clint, trying to soothe her. "Look, he's been gone for 5 years and when they reappeared they were thrown right back into the fight. He's still getting his bearings. They both know that you're here. Give him a chance."

She nodded and watched as Clint returned to his family. Both Terry and Tommy came to her and watched the happy reunion. Taking Tommy by the hand she walked towards his treehouse while Terry followed. When they got there she looked at them both.

"I thought Bucky would come with Clint but he stayed to do some things with Steve," said Lacey, sombrely. "He also plans to turn himself in. I don't know what's going to happen with any of it."

She opened her mouth to speak some more but nothing came out except sobs as she began to cry. Tommy hugged her and Terry put his arm around her shoulders. It was hard for both of them to watch this woman who had been strong for so long break down in front of them. An hour later it was Terry who looked up to see two men walking across the pasture towards them. One he recognized as Steve and the other, with long dark hair and a beard was unknown to him but with a start he realized it was likely Bucky.

"Stay here," he said to Tommy, as he stood up and began walking towards them.

"Terry, this is Bucky Barnes," said Steve when they were just a few feet apart.

Terry punched Bucky in the face, catching him off guard. It staggered him and Bucky touched his cheek in response.

"That's for making my sister cry," said Terry angrily. "You don't deserve her or Tommy. She expected you hours ago but it was more important for you to have a talk with him first?"

"Terry, that's my fault," said Steve, putting his hand on Terry's arm. "He wanted to come right away but I needed to talk to him first for my own reasons. Don't be angry with him. Be angry with me."

Terry shook off Steve's hand and still glared at Bucky. "I agree," said Bucky quietly. "I don't deserve her or Tommy. You've been on your own taking care of them while I was dust. That's something I likely will never be able to repay. I'm just asking that you let me see her and my son now. Please."

With a grimace Terry stepped aside and stood with Steve while Bucky walked towards the treehouse. As he got closer he could feel his anxiety level increase when Tommy stepped protectively in front of Lacey, glaring at Bucky with anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," said Bucky to the boy. "I should have come here sooner with Clint. You're right to be angry with me. I thought a few hours wouldn't make much difference but I was wrong."

"You made Mom cry," accused Tommy. "We've been here waiting for you my whole life. We needed you."

"Do you want to hit me?" asked Bucky. "You're welcome to do it. So many things have kept me away that I couldn't overcome and instead of coming right away when I could I put my best friend first instead of the woman I love and the son she gave me. So if hitting me will help you get over how much you hate me right now then hit away. I can take it."

Tommy approached Bucky and took a fighting stance, looking angrily at the man he had loved through their conversations on a computer screen. Bucky kneeled impassively waiting for his son to act. Then he saw the tears forming in Tommy's eyes and pulled him into his arms, enveloping him in an embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, feeling all sorts of emotions as he held his son for the first time. "I should have been here sooner but I'm here now."

He continued to hold Tommy for a long time until the boy stopped crying then Bucky looked fondly at his son's face, touching his hair and cheeks. Tommy looked back at his mother, stepping aside as she stood up and faced Bucky who now stood before her with his head bowed. Lacey's eyes were red and puffy. She was sniffing loudly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, having nothing else on hand. Neither of them said a word for the longest time. Then Bucky reached out with his flesh hand and gently touched Lacey's cheek.

"I still love you," he whispered. "Do you still love me?"

"No, I hate you," she replied quickly. "I hate that for five years I couldn't see your stupid face on my phone. I hate your beard and your long hair. I hate that you chose to fight a crazy alien instead of being here with us. Most of all I hate that it's not over because you're going to turn yourself in and probably go to jail instead of running away to another country with me and Tommy, and living a life on the run. I hate all of it ...."

"No you don't," said Bucky gently, stepping closer and putting his arm around her waist to draw her in closer. "You love me. You missed me. I'll cut my hair and my beard. You know that I had to fight. Just like you know that I'm done with running. We're almost there, Lacey ... almost at the point where we can be a family. We just have to go through a little more separation, a little more long distance relationship, and a little more loneliness so that we can have a lifetime together."

As he spoke Bucky lowered his face closer to her so that by the time he finished speaking his lips were just inches from hers. When their lips finally met her arms went around him as tightly as his did around her. After they broke apart Bucky looked for Tommy and put his arm out to him so he could hold them both. Steve patted Terry on the back.

"Let's give them some alone time," he said. "They have a lot of catching up to do."

"He still doesn't deserve them," muttered Terry but he went with Steve.

Bucky sat in the treehouse, looking with emotion at both Lacey and Tommy, still not quite believing that they were finally together. "We have a couple of days here before Tony Stark's memorial," he said. "Then Steve has to take some things back to the past so the timeline isn't affected. Bruce and Rocket are rebuilding the time machine that Thanos destroyed so once that's ready he's going. I am turning myself in but the lawyer has already negotiated a conditional pardon for me. It means I have to live in the New York area for a while while I undergo a psychiatric assessment then therapy to make sure I'm not a psychotic killer. I would like it if you lived with me there but things might be hectic for a while with court appearances and such so if you can stay here or even buy another farm then that would be better. It would keep you out of the public eye because there are still people who don't think I should be free."

"I haven't talked to Clint or Laura yet," said Lacey. "Maybe I should look at another farm but it was something I kind of wanted to do together as a family."

"I want to go to school," stated Tommy. "Real school, with a teacher."

"I've been homeschooling him," explained Lacey. "It was safer but he's been lonely for friends his own age."

"Once I'm done all of my legal commitments I'll protect you both," said Bucky. "Tommy can go to real school then. Terry, that's your brother right? He can still live with us but I don't think he likes me."

"Don't worry about him," replied Lacey. "He was just being protective. He'll come around."

She took Bucky's hands in her own. Tommy put his hands on theirs and they all smiled with anticipation at each other. For now they were together. There were still going to be some issues for a while but they all knew that a life together was coming. They just had to get through some things first.

Chapter 16>>

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sungam-supo · 20 days

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Oh I am rattled today.

Sorry I need to vent a little. I'd appreciate if somebody can tell me if this is whack, or that I'm just being a fool.

tw: suicide mention

So back in february before I went on hiatus, I messaged some people who don't check tumblr about where I was gonna be. Gave my reasons (health scare, depression, etc), then dippped. When I came back a week ago, pretty much everyone was chill- except one person.

To keep it short, they never responded to my message, meaning that they weren't happy with me doing what I had to do. At first I felt guilty, especially since this person seems to be socially dependant on me. I'm pretty sure I'm the only online friend they have. And upon looking into their activity elsewhere, it was radio silence. I was worried that they might of done something drastic. They tried to take their life last year, and held it over both mine and others heads for months. We didn't even know they attempted until they told us long after the fact. Like, they would often vent about how we had hurt them, yet never specified what they meant by that. Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond sorry that they went through that. But upon reflection it did feel like they were blaming others for it.

So here I was, worried that they had done something to themselves again, until I check one of their profiles to see that they've been active in the past week, around about when I came back. Did they do this on purpose? To mess with me? I've had so much anxiety around opening discord because of this one person alone. Upon reflection, I think I figured out why. It goes beyond simply not being compatible as friends. I always feel drained after talking with them. Yet whenever I try to communicate an issue, they get upset and as a result, we get nowhere. Rinse and repeat. The main thing that has held me back from walking away for good, is the fear that they'll hurt themselves and it will be my fault (had trauma of that happening with another person years ago).

They once told me that if I never wanted to speak with them again and cut ties, that I owe them an explanation. But you know what? I don't think I do. Last time I tried to do that, I got roped back into staying. That is just straight up manipulation, even if they never intended to come off that way.

I'm just going to block and walk away. I'm just so tired. I know this is all my fault. At least I can walk away on my own terms this time.

#will delete later most likely #just needed to let this one out #some friends will know what this is about #I'm just so tired of people rn #but I needed to do this

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cinna-bunnie · 10 days

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lol it being completely open ended to talk about whatever i want, i went on a tangent (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) I'm putting it below the read more

i think.. it'll be funny, how when i move and finally say goodbye to this city, people on here who don't know we're in the same city will probably think “what that's where u lived?? why didn't you say anything sooner!!”

buddy i have been here for 8 years and completely lost faith in everyone here, this is a uniquely terrible area with somewhat friendly but extremely impersonal people and i don't care for it or anyone in it anymore!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't want someone to change my mind, I don't want to suddenly find what I'm looking for; I learned a lot professionally and about myself and life in general while living here but its time is up, the people here suck compared to literally every other place I've been to lmfao. I'm sure there's a few gems out there but they aren't worth what it takes to live around here.

when i was trying to figure out where i wanted to move next, I was going to give this place another year since that would arguably the best opportunity I'll have to enjoy it if i move somewhere cheaper (I've had a long complicated journey here).

but then i really thought about it, and being here — trying to chase happiness feels like swimming upstream towards something that's forever just out of reach. and then i thought about the city i decided I'll move to next, and there are so many people there who are always really happy to see me and always inviting me to stuff. and it's not just me, but they're all rly chill with each other and hang together too.

and it felt silly to think of suffering through another year here. why should i fight so hard to find what's already waiting for me somewhere else? life does not need to be this hard and i don't have to suffer another year here actually ✋🏾😭

very cool that i have some mutuals in the area who don't know this yet, but I'm not trying to spend an hour+ in traffic and have to pay to park just to hang out with them lol. wish i knew y'all like a year and a half ago but it's too late for me to really get attached to anything here.

there's literally (1) thing i care about in this city and it's the best friend i have. and being completely real, i love her very dearly but if i felt supported enough as i need from even one person here i wouldn't feel the need to leave. we talk thru text Sometimes very briefly, mostly to just send stuff to each other and ask about hanging out, and we hang like once a month or 1½ months.

like.... this is as good as it gets? 😐 there might be something better but it's going to take a significant amount of time, effort and frustration to find. and i just... do not think it's worth the effort, actually. sometimes taking the easier path is the correct choice.

I've made so so so many friends here that have all fizzled out. everyone I've become friends with will speak to you once a week or two or three maybe. MAYBE!! And it doesn't matter if you sent 1, 2 or 10 messages, it's not just a matter of where you are sending those messages, it doesn't matter what you are talking about or what you may need, you are just not hearing back from them. i could die here right now and no one would even begin to think something might be wrong with me for god knows how long, if ever.

so like. idk. i am extremely over this city and could not be convinced to stay. I'm the kind of person who needs to be talking to 2 or 3 friends every day, i need to be in one or two small but active group chats with people who are dear to me, I need to hang out at least twice a week at one of our places, i wanna go out to something together every two weeks at least.

it just seems like if i move somewhere where people take it a little slower and are more personal, I'll be able to get back into that kind of life i miss. it's so fucking easy to feel like the problem is me somehow until i drive like 25 miles away from here and suddenly the difference is like night and day (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) like oh i don't suck actually, and I've become much more sure of that over the past year-ish i guess, but the problem still remains and i just have to suck it up until i leave.

also yeah I'll name drop it while I'm at it lol DO NOT MOVE TO SEATTLE 🙅🏾‍♀️ no one here drives, most people hang out in the pay to park/HEAVY traffic areas and everyone here is friendly but VERY very impersonal. if what you want is someone to hang out with every once in a while and to live a hermit lifestyle then it's probably perfect for u but if you want to meaningfully connect with your friends you are swimming upstream here do not do it. this city SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is the most trash ass city I've ever been to and I've been up and down the west coast and to other inland states!!!!!!!!! this is not normal!!!!! you people are not normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! people from here get pissy when you bring up the Seattle freeze but it's real actually you guys do suck supremely and anyone from any place with even a shred of warmth between people in its community can tell you that, and i can say that bc i remember how often I'd be willing to say hi back to people when i took public transit and they'd immediately clock that I'm not from here because No One wants to talk to them otherwise.

i don't know wtf the deal is here but i don't need to navigate it or fight it 🚶🏾‍♀️ I'm just moving to the kinda place you can both live and work in, which is what all the other places I've lived at have been like. I'm sorry y'all live like this and think it's normal, but i don't think locking yourself away for weeks at a time not talking to anyone because of depressive episodes and always feeling lonely is like.. normal.. it's not. and you genuinely do have a lot to be fairly depressed about, and so do i tbh and i fight it so fucking hard but I'm just removing myself from this 😶‍🌫️ good bye and good luck.

#i do not have a clubber's temperament or care for bars 😶‍🌫️

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lavena · 1 year

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So I've been listen to The Narcissist Cookbook recently and "I think I'm going to leave my phone at home tonight" has been on repeat and for some reason I can't get Michelangelo out of my head with this song. It doesn't sound like him or have the usual vibe of him, but its sticking. So rather than simply satiate my need for mikey content specifically in the 07 verse by scrolling through the entire tag once more, I have been crafting the story my head has been picking at me to make. While I almost feel as though the 12 stem adhd kid that mikey is would work well with this. 07 has a special place in my heart and I was throughly stripped of all my content from that universe. So here is my headcannon:

Splinter sends each of his sons on a journey of self discovery. Leo was the first ( get where 07 is coming in now eh), he went to South America and spent 2 years finding what he though Splinter sent him to find. " What it means to be a Leader and a Ninja" he came home expecting his brothers to fall in line with their old dynamics, but they had spent those years changing just as much if not more than he had.

A bit after the Winters debacle Raph was sent on his journey, he took Splinters words as " find what it is you are fighting for" he left to Canada, spending a touch over a year exploring the wilderness, trying to find inner peace and what it was he fought for. In the end he discovered he was never fighting against anything, he was protecting. Raph may be violent and volatile, but he protects to a fault. He came home with a different sense of self and with a new ferocity to protect the people of his town and his brothers.

Despite Donatellos reluctance to leave Mikey after the relation they had built up during the years of feeling as though they were the only family they had left, Donnie was next to leave. He tried to remain close should any of his brothers need to contact him or need help from him. Don traveled through the US, going from college town to college town, interviewing students in the night and speaking at event remotely in the day. He meet new people, gained a wealth of new knowledge, and found what he felt his purpose was. To learn, and to teach. When he cam back home after two and a half years, he became a professor for online classes with the University of New York, and continued to learn all he could manage.

Michelangelo was the last to leave. He had spent all these years working and making sure the Lair stayed running throughout his brothers excursions, by the time he left he was nearly 23. He left the farthest, a cross the sea to the lands of old. He explored waterfront Europe, looking at the works of the original Michelangelo, finding art and graffiti that caught his eye. Michelangelo had the most trouble trying to figure what his fathers words ment. Throughout nearly 5 years Michelangelo was left to roam, he sent his last message to his family at his 2nd year mark, simply stating " I think I'm going to leave my phone at home tonight". They lost connection with him after that until a single message was sent to splinter alone. His eldest 3 sons peeked in to listen to the video message their littlest brother sent. Michelangelo looked calm. Peaceful, but most of all, he looked serious. In his message he slowly explained his journey in the only way Mikey know how.

The city doesn't look like any other

It is piled on top of itself, like layers of sediment

I followed a path that felt level enough

Across roads and down alleys and then coming to a railing

I look over and I see the roof of a dizzying cathedral beneath me

That ten minutes earlier I had been staring up at, in wonder

The city is a curse on cartographers

Bridges passing over bridges

Streets stacked upon streets upon streets

Parallel worlds, never quite meet

Buildings larger inside than out

Non-descript doors that lead somehow to entire hidden towns

Stairwells stretch ever up and ever down

And all of this, I strongly suspect

Moving, and changing when no one is around

The city sleeps, and it sleeps deeply

Drawing long heavy breaths

You might mistake for the groan of traffic

Or the groan of machinery

And when it dreams

The empty streets swell with figments of its dreaming

Like you

Like me

You and me, we

Peer curiously down back alleys

We scale cathedrals and cling to their spires

To crawl with the gargoyles

We scratch dark prophecy into bathroom stall walls

And answer calls on disconnected payphones

And through our eyes and our hearts and mouths

The city begins to know itself

Through our missed exits, bad calls, and wrong turns

It thoroughly, painstakingly, maps itself out

Michelangelo learned a message much different than his brothers. Michelangelo was know well for making mistakes and his goofy nature often caused problems. But throughout his years he realized that no one is perfect, and those imperfections are what makes life so exciting,. Its why humans, or more closely to him, conscious beings, were so rare. Were we cities they could never be fully mapped out. There will be brilliant sites only seen through hard endeavors, climbing a mountain, scaling a sky scraper, diving deep into an abyss, or following your heart through wrong directions and strange turns. No person can be fully mapped out. But taking the time to search within someone to get to know their strangeness and taking a leap unsure of what lies ahead. We can get to know ourselves just a bit more.

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diari0deglierrori · 1 year

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Hiiiii!!!! @omarfor-mp3 I’m diari0deglierrori, I’m alive and (almost) well, sorry to appear like this out of the blue but I was desperate and I’m feeeling awful and I need to vent so I figured I’d make a new blog to explain a bit. I saw your post about a mutual disappearing and figured it could be me (in the eventuality of it not being about me, feel free to ignore). So! Where do I start.

It all started on a dark January afternoon, the sky was grey and the air- ok I’ll go straight to the point: so I was just chilling, using this app as usual, and then all of a sudden, the Wi-Fi went down for like an hour and I couldn’t use it anymore, so ok, I go on with my life (although very annoyed because I had things to say). So then it seems that the Wi-Fi is back, at least insta is working, so I come back here to make a post about it (I don’t even know if it got published or not though? Something about the Wi-Fi who stopped working right when I was about to watch a movie ?) But when I hit post an error message appeared, the one that usually appears when there’s not Wi-Fi, so I try turning on my phones data and all to make it work but it doesn’t change a thing, I only get error messages. Then foolish little old me thinks it’s only because of a bad connection again so I check everything else to see if they work or not, every other app seems to be working so I come back here and when I check on my blogs they all seem to be gone, only my main’s name appears (it kind of happened once but only lasted about 5/10 minutes) so I start to worry and check other peoples blogs to see if it’s just the app or me. I figure I can go on the trending page, I can search things and go on blogs, so I go on yours and see the post about a mutual disappearing and it hits me. I’m simply gone. My whole life for the past 9ish years, vanished. I’m devastated. Oh but the problems are only getting started! I somehow still think my phone is the main problem, maybe it crashed a bit somehow so I go on settings and turn it off, thinking that maybe it’ll kind of reset things (not like reset reset, you know? Just like when you turn it off and on? I can’t explain right, my brain feels crushed). So I do the usual, turn it off, wait for a couple of minutes and try turning it on again. It does, the screen turns on, it says it’s locked and to swipe up to unlock, which I do. But it doesn’t work, the screen doesn’t move. I touch the buttons and they work just fine, I mean I can put it on mute and stuff, but nothing that needs the screen. So I start to panic a bit, tell people to call it so I can see if it still works, so they do and I see it can ring but I can’t swipe to answer, it’s like it’s frozen or something. But like not completely, I don’t know how to explain. Anyway, long story short I think I broke my phone, I can’t use it anymore, but the screen stays on and the hours go by, as if it was just mocking me. This is when you realize you’re stupid and wished you did a backup before, which I never do because as I said, I’m stupid. So anyway I tried to go log on my tumblr on my laptop but it didn’t work, so I tried changing the password too but then it said that my account got terminated and that I should report it to the staff or something… so I did, I’m waiting to see if they’ll ever answer.

I looked it up and apparently it happened to a lot of people, someone even explained it better than me:

“Originally it wouldn't load and said I needed to log in. I logged out and attempted to log back in, but it said my email/password was wrong. I tried to change my password and now it says my account was terminated. I've had this account for 10 years.”.

Same thing happened to me.

Aaaanayway, I’ve been dying inside ever since, hahahahahahejsfbkand

(I’m tagging you because of the post btw, sorry to bother)

#I’m so upset #Sorry again!!#Sara I could tag you to but didn’t dare to so I just followed with this blog maybe you’ll see this too #The rest of my mutuals is not really active everyday I’m sure they won’t notice I’m gone #I mean I could tell myself ‘bold of you to assume anyone would’#But still #Anyway I made this way too long too so sorry

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 year

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Tutelage

This was inspired by @rebelsandtherest fic Amity on their ao3 (their username is Elfpen)! Go read it please! It's amazing! One of my favorites! They did give me permission to write this. I know my writing isn't as good as theirs but I hope someone likes this! Also no, I don't want to know if I'm using the word Tutelage wrong.

Warnings: None, except for the mention of a gun at some point.

July 21st, 1969.

Alfred sat at home, eyes glued to the TV, part of him had wanted to stay at the NASA headquarters. But he also wanted to watch it as most of the world would. Nothing yet, just news headlines running it, 'any moment now' they had to have said it a thousand times. But nothing had happened, he leaned back starting to think the transmissions would never come. His foot tapped insistently on the floor, staring at the tv for even another moment seemed unbearable, but getting up and possibly missing it seemed even worse. He should have just stayed at NASA headquarters, at least there were other people to talk to; at home it was just quiet.

He wouldn't miss anything getting a book off a shelf would he? Alfred turned up the tv keeping his eyes trained on it as he crossed the room to the bookshelves. His head still turned every moment or so as he tried to pick something to read. Nothing seemed interesting though, he moved to another shelf, there had to have been hundreds of books on the shelves something would be interesting. Stuck in the corner of one of the lower shelves Alfred noticed an unlabeled book that he didn't recognize, he leaned down pulling it out and flipping through the pages. It was an astronomy book funnily enough, but he couldn't remember buying it or even getting it for a birthday or christmas. He made his way back to his chosen spot on the couch still searching the pages for something to remind him of where it had come from.

Nothing. The last fifty pages or so were empty, the first handful had drawings he could recognize as his own handwriting. He kept flipping, finally getting to the back cover where something had been glued to the inside cover. Alfred checked the tv again to make sure nothing else had happened, the still headlines about Apollo 11 still flashing across the screen, but nothing new. His eyes went back to the note, squinting trying to decipher the neat handwriting that he knew wasn't his. It wasn't in english either, that much was immediately noticeable. He was able to read it, the fading made it harder though and he was only able to get a word here and there, not the full message. The note wasn't signed, which would have helped greatly. A few more moments of staring at the paper trying to figure it out, and he had it...

'I've included all the maps I know. Next time I see you, I expect to learn some new ones, and hope you'll tell me how you made them.'

Suddenly he knew where it came from, everything about that trip back in 1783 rushing back. months staying with Björn, days of wandering Stockholm, evenings of stories of things that happened centuries before he was born. Sweden had been so kind: it was still odd to think that Françios had said he would have been the first to call Björn that. That night at the Uppsala observatory, they stayed up there all night. The conversation with Kasper that he hadn't thought about since it had been fulfilled and he visited him and they walked in Turku... he forgot to watch the tv as it all came rushing back. He cringed at himself, he had to have been thirteen, fourteen maybe? Alfred knew he had almost cried when he had to leave. He looked down at the book flipping back to the front pages, a new feeling filled him. It was like... homesickness, for somewhere that wasn't technically home. Of course he and Björn and Kasper had been in contact constantly since then, but he hadn't visited them like that, just to visit, for a century at least.

His eyes flipped back up to the tv, the screen had changed and now showed something that was very much not a repeated headline on a screen. The notebook stayed in his lap as he felt what seemed like the entire world hold their breath, everyone was watching weren't they? He glanced at the clock, 10:56 pm, and he was watching history happen alone in his living room.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind"

Alfred sat back, his hand going to his forehead, they did it. He knew everything he should be feeling, but instead his first reaction was to want to call someone, and say 'did you see?' of course they would have, they would tell him good job, Alfred hated it that his first reaction was to want someone else's approval. Who could he call though? Matthieu would nod and congratulate him, but he knew his tone wouldn't offer what he wanted. William wouldn't even want to say anything good about it, just complain and offer up something he did himself... his mind went through all the people that he could call, but the weight of the book in his lap offered a suggestion.

He turned the tv up again, making sure he would be able to hear it from the front hall where the telephone was. Alfred got up and made his way to the front hall picking up the phone, and waiting for the operator. Most home phones wouldn't allow international calls, but as a government official his fortunately would.

It rang a few times before the operator picked up, "Hey Mrs. O'Connor's," Alfred knew all the operators by this point, he had the same line for so long and apparently some of them just didn't leave. He answered a few questions, thanked her for the congratulations on such an achievement. Then got back on topic,

"Mrs. O'Conners, I have to make a long distance call, how long? Well..." he hesitated for a moment, knowing after he told her and hung up he couldn't change his mind unless he wanted to make up an excuse for why he had to talk to Björn, "Stockholm?"

She made a small disgruntled noise, then reminded him it would take awhile. "Yes, yes ma'am I do know, but I really need to speak to someone over there"

She promised to do her best to make it quick, Alfred thanked her and hung up knowing it was going to be a long night. Calls could take six hours to go through and he wasn't risking falling asleep and missing it.

He went back to the living room, he looked up at the TV not sure if he should keep it on to see if anything else happened or if he should turn it off. A decision was met to keep it on, just to fill the space with noise. Alfred looked at the ceiling, what was he thinking wanting to talk to Sweden of all people?

~~~~~~~~~~

"Did you see?" Alfred didn't even wait for Björn to say Hello once he heard he was connected, there was a click the operator hanging up and he heard the Swedish man on the other end respond;

"I saw"

"I beat Russia"

"And I told you to stay out of Russian affairs" he was reminded of the warnings given centuries earlier, ones that had clearly been ignored as of recent.

"I'm sorry"

The line went silent, Alfred didn't know what to say and if he was guessing Björn didn't know either. A conversationalist he was not; and suddenly it almost seemed like a mistake to go through all of this for a phone call to brag.

"Alfred?"

He jumped hearing his name on the other end, "Yes sir?"

Björn hesitated again on the other end, he wasn't sure if he should be saying what he was about to. He didn't exactly have to hide things like he did at the beginning of their relationship. Pointing a gun at Njal was a wonderful way to start off a relationship though. He was still supposed to be the Neutral one though, if either the East or West found out differently it could trash decades of cooperation.

So instead of continuing he asked; "When can we meet in person?"

"Excuse me?" Alfred was confused by the question.

"When can I see you next"

The other end went silent yet again, "There's a UN meeting in–"

"No. Just you and I."

Alfred thought for a moment, he looked at the book still sitting on the coffee table in the living room. "I can be in Uppsala in two weeks"

"As soon as you're in Europe, call me."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks went by, and then a month, then two; it was October before Alfred did actually make it to Sweden. Even then it was almost purely by miracle, the only way to get up there had been to lie about how long a NATO meeting was running for, and go afterwards.

He stepped out of the airport, immediately shivering at the gust of wind. Alfred pulled his suit coat closer grumbling to himself about how he should have brought a heavier coat. The pickup area was bustling with activity; family members and friends rushing around to greet each other and help load suitcases into cars. It really wasn't all that different from a port seventy years ago. Alfred liked to jokingly think between his height, blond hair, blue eyes, and two hundred years of Swedish practice he might be able to pass as a Swede. The real only things that gave him away were how he wore his suits, and the deep tan he always retained.

He finally stopped watching people to scan the line of waiting cars, black volvo is what Björn had told him when they talked before Alfred got on the plane in Belgium. He heaved a sigh trying to look in car windows, there had to be thirty black volvo's and he hadn't been given a more detailed description. How long was it going to take to get a phone he could carry around?

He turned around to see if maybe he had accidentally pulled into the line of taxis behind him; only to jump a bit when a car a little too close for comfort blew its horn. The car in question's driver door opened, Björn getting out and waving Alfred over. Alfred tried to be quick to get his bags in the trunk and get in the passenger's seat, he knew how people could get if you took too long in the pickup line; or at least how New Yorkers got. As they pulled out, and onto the main road, Alfred tried to start conversation quickly:

"It's nice to see you, sir"

"It's nice to see you as well, Alfred"

"It's cold ain't it?" He started talking about the weather, only because he wasn't sure what else to say.

"It's actually warm for this time of year" Björn countered, his eyes not moving from the road for even a moment. "Why did you call me?"

Alfred stiffened at the tone of it; he had been asking himself that for the past two and a half months and still hadn't come up with an answer. "Why did you want me to come here?"

A silence settled over the car, both questions left unanswered. That was the problem about answering questions with questions; usually neither got answered. Alfred looked out the window attempting to avoid eye contact with Björn in the mirrors. He thought they were going to Uppsala, but didn't say anything when instead the road signs told him they were headed the opposite way to Stockholm. Alfred also knew though that the drive wasn't exactly short, and sitting in silence for forty minutes would be worse then just answering the question.

"I guess..." he trailed off for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "I guess I just wanted to brag"

The Swede huffed, "You would have called anyone else to brag. Not me"

Alfred tried not to sound offended, covering up that his excuse hadn't worked; "Why not you?"

"If you really wanted to 'just brag' you would have called François" He wasn't wrong, Alfred needed François' approval more than anything else nowadays and with how critical of him the French were being, he had been using anything he could. But this hadn't been something he had wanted to tell François. "Why did you call me?"

"Why did you ask me to come here?" Alfred asked his question more forcefully, making it clear he wouldn't speak another word until he had an answer himself.

"Someone could have been listening to the phone lines"

Alfred laughed at the statement, "We both know that's bullshit, Björn. You're not that much of a conspirator"

"Kasper is turning me." The conversation almost changed at the mention of the Finnish personification. Alfred hadn't spent nearly as much time with Kasper as he had with Björn, it made him wonder how he was.

But they both knew what was going on, and they both knew one of them could stop being stubborn; or they could go around in circles for the next half-hour. Really the only difference between them and Alfred with William was how explosive it could get.

Alfred broke quite quickly, he had never been able to hide anything from Björn anyway. "I found that book you gave me. The one with the maps of the stars." he heaved a sigh, "And of course I found it just as they're landing the Apollo Mission on the moon, and it made me think of you, and 1783, and it just made me want you to be proud of me. It's stupid"

The silence seemed unbearably awkward to Alfred as they continued on. Björn didn't respond, he didn't even look over to Alfred for a moment. The younger kept internally scolding himself; look what you've done, you made him uncomfortable. Why would he be proud of you? Why would you want him to be proud of you? He's just a work friend at most.

The car stopped, Alfred didn't bother refocusing his vision, it must just be a stop light. They hadn't been in the car nearly long enough to be at the house. But the sound of cars still driving by made him look out the window, Björn had just pulled over to the side of the road for some reason. He opened his mouth about to ask if something was wrong with the car when;

"I am proud of you."

Alfred scoffed lightly at the words, "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better about myself"

"I'm not." Björn was looking at Alfred, he was serious as normal. But there was something different in his eyes. "When I met you, you were hopeless"

"Thanks. That really boosts my confidence"

"Alfred. You're the strongest in the world now."

"And?"

"And I can't help but think..." Björn trailed off wondering if he should say it. If he really had the right to. "I can't help but think I started that"

"Of course you did!" Alfred laughed, "Dad hated my guts, François was too busy, no one else cared. I would have majorly messed up being a country without you."

"See. So I have something to be proud of, I started it, and you built everything else."

"You're proud of yourself." Alfred argued,

Björn shook his head, "I'm proud of what you've become after what you were"

He looked at his elder meeting his eyes, Alfred almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was proud of him, sincerely. Something no one else was, at least not openly.

"You're sure you mean it?" He was almost mad about how hopeful he sounded.

"I'm sure. There's plenty to be proud of." Björn smiled, just barely, but Alfred knew it was more than most people got from him.

It was decided then that it was good they were in a car, if not Alfred would have hugged the man hard enough to crack a rib. Instead he just sat there reminding himself that superpowers don't cry when someone is proud of them.

"I'm proud of you, Alfred."

Third time a charm, and it left Alfred pinching the bridge of his nose to keep himself from crying. Björn must have noticed but instead of commenting he carefully got off the shoulder and back onto the main road headed to Stockholm. The silence that settled over the car was different from the others, it wasn't awkward. It was a contented silence.

Once Alfred composed himself, he bounced back; and smiled, jokingly asking, "Can I have your "Lion of the North" title then?"

"Absolutely not" Björn responded back quickly, trying to hide a smile.

"Awww c'mon old man, you're not using it! And you said it yourself, you were my tutelage"

"I did not use that word"

"Close enough"

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