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heisenberg-simp257 · 1 year

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Have a good day/afternoon/evening/night!

Can I request a post-Miranda shot that Karl settled down on a new lifestyle with the help of his S/O? The first days for him was settling down and as years pass he ofc get used to it and how happy, grateful and thankful he is for reaching his lifelong dream ( escaping that hell and getting to know the outside world, feeding his hunger for exploring and learning of outside world, having childish excitements over new things ) especially with his S/O by his side.

Prompts ( in random order ): #13, #6, #127, #224 ( you can remove 224 if four prompt is too much <3 )

Thank you from now 😊

I can try! ❤️ This idea is exactly how the game should’ve ended! Hope you enjoy!

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Once Upon a Time

Heisenberg finally manages to escape his hellhole of a life with you, and to him, it’s nothing short of a fairytale.

#6 “Please, marry me.”

#13 “Let’s make our own story.”

#127 “Here we are. Home sweet home.”

#224 "You're cold, take my jacket."

“She’s distracted with Ethan...we can finally escape.” You told him, gripping onto his arm. Heisenberg was doing everything he could to also get out and onto that battlefield.

“No! That bitch is supposed to die by my hand! Ethan refused to help me! He gets no say in this!” Heisenberg shouted, trying to rip his arm from your grasp. However, you were too determined to keep him from jumping into his death.

Based on the fact he hasn’t pushed you away tells you that he didn’t want to actually go.

“Let him deal with it! This is about us now! We can...we can finally leave the village, like we always dreamed...” You told him, softening your grip as you began to struggle less. Heisenberg just stood there, limp, eyes glossing over as he thought of everything he’s done up to this point.

“But this wasn’t how the story was supposed to end...I was supposed to kill her...I needed to have some redemption...” He muttered, hands balling into fists as he thought of the wretched woman who ruined his life. You moved to cup his cheek and have him turn to face you.

“Let’s make our own story.” You told him softly, and you could tell that Heisenberg was mulling it over in his head.

“You’re right...Leave the fucker to his fate...let’s get out of here.” Heisenberg mumbled, glancing towards where he knew the battle was taking place. You smiled, relieved to have convinced him.

That’s how our story reveals the true ending of RE Village in which Heisenberg manages to escape the village and into freedom, leaving Ethan and Miranda as moldy corpses...

And cue you guys settling down in a whole new country, back where you lived before the village.

“Here we are. Home sweet home.” You said sweetly. With your hand holding his, you pulled him into your home which you would now share together. It was fairly small and exactly how you left it before coming to the village. Nothing too exciting.

But Heisenberg was in such awe of it.

“You live here? It’s so...clean and organized.” He said while looking around at all the family photos. He picked one up and smiled at it before placing it down.

“Home...” Heisenberg murmured to himself, seemingly in shock at the entire state of affairs that was going on. You moved to come and hug him from behind, feeling him melt a bit in your touch.

For the first time in his life, he was finally relaxed.

“Are you happy?” You had to ask him, cheek resting against his back. He took a deep breath.

“You have no idea...” He responded with a sigh of relief. You grinned to yourself before shuffling off him. Heisenberg looked around your home with curiosity akin to a child’s.

“I’ll have a lot to get used to...and I’m sure Chris Redfield and his mutts will be looking for me...” He said sadly, gazing out the window at the rest of the neighborhood.

“You just have to not cause any trouble...I’ll help you get used to this new lifestyle. Think of it like...the beginning of a fairytale.” You told him, coming over and resting a hand on his shoulder. He chuckled a bit to himself.

“Once upon a time...this lovely stranger visited the village and saved Lord Heisenberg from the depths of hell...” He said and you started to giggle as well. The more he watched cars drive down the road, the more his excitement of the outside world started to show. In fact, he seemed to be bouncing on his heels.

He turned to you with a grin.

“Think you could teach me how to drive?”

A year or two later...

Heisenberg has since adjusted to life outside the village. At first, he was a little nervous, but as time went on, he grew more confident to the new things that you introduced him to. In fact, his whole demeanor in general seemed to improve.

He was a lot happier and a lot more grateful. I mean, he was living his dream now.

“Would you like to go for a drive?” Heisenberg asked you, swinging the keys around his finger. Ever since he properly learned how to drive, he’s been keen on going out to drive whenever possible.

If there’s one thing about him that will never change, it’s the fact that he needs his alone time in the peaceful night air.

“Sure. Since you actually invited me this time.” You told him with a grin while getting up from the computer. He simply rolled his eyes.

“Sorry darling, you know I need my alone time.” He told you while patting your shoulder before moving to walk out the door, seemingly excited for something. However, Heisenberg has been overly happy for some time now, so you thought nothing of it.

You hurried out of your seat to follow him, and off you guys went into the crisp evening air.

“You seemed excited to go.” You mentioned as he drove you guys down a country road through some fields.

“I’m always excited to drive somewhere, especially if you’re with me.” Heisenberg mentioned without taking his eyes off the road. You felt like prying more but decided to leave it alone.

Eventually, he parked the car alongside the road near a lake.

Upon getting out, you were hit with a shrill breeze. In the rush to get out, you forgot a jacket, and, in this weather, that would be grievous. Of course, Heisenberg took notice of this immediately.

He would always be a protective bastard.

“How could you forget to grab something?” He teased you with a slight laugh. You glared at him, but he then came over and draped something over your shoulders, engulfing you in warmth.

“You're cold, take my jacket.” He said in a serious manner, not even allowing you room to argue. So, you kept your mouth shut and thanked him for his kind action. It was something he used to do back in the village as well.

And per usual, his response was mumbled.

The two of you moved to sit on the hood, his typical jacket wrapped around you, as you guys gazed out at the stars. Heisenberg had his eyes closed, taking in the cool night air.

“Is this what you do when you go out?” You asked him quietly, and he opened his eyes to give you a proper smile.

“I like to think about the future, and how fucking grateful I am that you managed to save me...” He confessed to you, and you scooted over to lean against his shoulder. It was still a rare sight to see Heisenberg emotional, but you knew his walls were still taking their time to be chipped away.

But there was no hiding it right now. He was on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, lifting your head up in concern. The man in question simply (and quickly) wiped at his eyes before flashing you a sincere smile.

“Nothing...I just came to a conclusion...” He told you and you raised your brows in confusion. Your heart was also beating a mile a minute. What could he possibly be talking about?

Heisenberg said nothing more as he moved to slide off the car. His movements were shaky, like he was nervous or something. Or perhaps he was cold from you having his jacket. Just as you were about to give it back to him, he fished something out of his pocket and moved to face you.

He bit his lip, unclear on where to go from here.

“Y/N...I have no clue on how to do this, so bear with me...” Heisenberg said, and you could practically hear your heart in your ears. With that, he moved to reveal a ring to you.

You nearly stopped breathing.

“Please, marry me.” He said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes flickered from him to the ring, breathing trying to stable itself. It must’ve taken so must courage from him.

“I’ve thought about this since the village...but it took me this long to ask...” He said with a dry chuckle, obviously worried about your lack of speaking.

“Yes.”

His head perked up at that as you just became aware of what your heart made you say. As you thought about it, the more you began to get giddy in excitement. You slid off the car, practically dropping his jacket, and grabbed his hands in yours.

“Yes. I will marry you.” You said with a big grin before moving to kiss him. Heisenberg seemed in shock before his cocky nature came back, and he grabbed your waist to pull you closer into the kiss.

Afterwards, he slid the ring on your finger.

“And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better.” You told him as he grinned, seemingly relieved that he got the answer he wanted. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around you tighter.

“I see now how the story ends...” Heisenberg told you, pulling you closer.

“Happily ever after...” You said with a grin as you placed a hand on his chest, enjoying the peaceful serene lake before you in your new lives that were free of Miranda’s clutches.

The secret ending of the Village of Shadows book

#resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

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piracytheorist · 2 years

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Frend! Have you read this?

https://twitter.com/AestheticGamer1/status/1572808598224523266

Recommend reading the whole thread. It's apparently spoilers for Shadows of Rose and boy do I feel vaguely sick. Ethan went through all that pain, suffering even gave his life for THIS to happen? And we see how fcking miserable she grows up!! i a m climbing W A L L S and tearing some people a new one UGH hoping there's a VERY good reason for all this

(also, hello! hope you're doing well :3 )

-laa

My answer will be less dramatic than it would've normally been because I already went down the quote replies on that tweet and liked all the ones that said they hate that (and muted everyone who was screaming "CHRIS DILF CHRIS DILF" like my dude... read the room) so I kinda vented off there.

But yeah uhm... that fucking sucks :) Like we see in the trailer how Rose wished to have a normal life but I hadn't expected she would be taken away from Mia. And if Mia HAD done something while having Rose on her custody, then again that's a writing mistake. Just have the woman fucking relax and live as normal a life as possible, Jesus. Why have the VERY LAST moment of RE8 be Mia with Rose in her arms, if right after y'all are gonna write "So uhm Chris go raise this random superpowered child as if you haven't done enough for the franchise" and have Rose grow up away from Mia LIKE COME ON. It's just bad writing and I don't even care that much about Mia.

But like... idk, maybe the interview isn't very clear on what we'll see in the story. Maybe after Ethan's death the BSAA went like "Welp we ain't getting any more use out of them" so they locked Mia up, witness protection program shut down, and Rose was left practically an orphan so Chris took her in to train her and watch her at all times and have a sniper aimed at her at all times... yay, I guess? That's not what Ethan meant when with his dying breaths he said "Watch over her", dude.

So yeah. I'm keeping my expectations low for the DLC now, and we still have to see what goes down in it, but yeah, that's a very much not good development writing-wise. I know RE deals in tragedy and shit, but like, we saw Ethan go through absolute hell to save his wife and then his daughter, sacrificed what little time he had left to see them in order to make sure Mia and Rose would reunite so that Mia could raise her... and all for that to never happen? That's not tragedy, that's just useless pain, thank you very much. If I wanted pointless pain after pointless pain, I'd be watching the news, not paying 60+ euros for a game that doesn't give a shit about setting, payoff and catharsis.

Like, I don't know the stories of other RE games, but are they actively trying to make us hate Chris? :)))) Because that's what that looks like for now.

But yeah hi! I'm doing well, besides that shit! How about you? :D

#Shadows of Rose #Shadows of Rose spoilers #re spoilers #anonymous #long asks anon #ask and ye shall receive

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anxietysslave · 3 years

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Having Each others Back’s (Ethan Winters X Reader)

This was requested by @jenneric03 Thank you again for the request! <3

Summary: Ethan’s already taken a lot of hits, so you try to minimize that.

Y/N means Your Name,

L/N means your last name

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Y/N’s point of view:

I glanced over at the young man next to me, who was clutching his injured hand. I sighed. “Ethan, you really should be more careful. You and I both know that these Lords want nothing more than to have us both dead. If she really wanted to, she could’ve killed you in an instant.” I lectured. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“Just next time, be more careful. I really don’t feel like coming back to seeing you lying dead on the floor.” I whispered. “I promise that won’t happen. I have to get you to safety and have to get Rose back. I will be damned if those things don’t happen.” He growled.

Slowly, the platform came to a stop, which allowed us to see the winter storm descending onto the ground. “I wonder if Lady Dimitrescu can come out here... I mean, her daughters cannot come out.” I muttered. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out. Come on, I think we can find something around here.” Ethan suggested as he walked off of the platform. I slowly followed behind him.

“How did you even end up in this mess? I know you’re here for you daughter, but how did Mother Miranda even get your daughter?” I asked. He looked down. “Someone I thought was a friend caused this. I don’t know where he was bringing me and my daughter, but we crashed on the outskirts of the village. I wish I could answer that question better, but even I don’t know what’s going on.” He answered.

“That makes two of us. I thought Mother Miranda was supposed to guide us, and keep us safe. But then those... Those damned lycans came into the village, and it hasn’t been the same since... Almost everyone’s dead in the village, other than me and that old lady.” I muttered. “Why did everyone look up to Mother Miranda?” Ethan asked.

“I’m not entirely sure, other than I think it might’ve been her power. If I’m not mistaken, she was the one that created this village. And since we haven’t had contact with any outsiders, none of us know anything about what’s really going on.” I explained. “I don’t think the Lords even know what’s going on.” I added.

“Hence why I’m coming with you. I want revenge against Mother Miranda for what she did to us. i don’t care if she wants some child back, it doesn’t make it right to take all these people’s lives away from them and kidnap another child.” I grumbled. He chuckled. “Then I’m glad to have you on my side, and not against me... A lot of the remaining villagers were against me.” He spoke.

“Not going to lie. I was kinda skeptical of you at first. I mean, it’s not every day that a mysterious man comes into the village to look for his daughter.” I pointed out. “Eh, you have a point there.” Ethan agreed. “Oh! Here it is. I found the key to get back into the main floor of the castle.” I called out as I moved the bush and picked the key up.

“Are you sure we should go back in?” He questioned. “It’s the only way. Lady Dimitrescu seems to be one of Miranda’s favorites, so she’d be the one to have Rose or know where Rose is.” I explained as I stood up. “So come on. It seems like we have little time to waste.” I added as I made it to the door.

I stuck the key into the door and turned it around until I heard a click. I opened the door and cautiously poked my head in. “No sign of Dimitrescu or any of her daughters.” I announced as I walked in. “That’s some good news. Where should we go?” Ethan asked. “Let’s go over to the angel statues. I think we need to do something with them to move forward.” I explained as I approached them.

I glanced over at the plaque. “Mask the angels blinded gaze, and only then will you be saved.” I read aloud. “Some kind of puzzle?” Ethan asked, “Yes. It seems we have to find 4 masks, to fit all 4 of these angels.” I concluded. He groaned. “We’re going to be here a while, aren’t we?” He asked. “Of course we are. But all that means, is we should get moving.” I decided, as I turned back around and marched to the staircase.

“We haven’t finished looking upstairs, so that’s where we need to go.” I decided. “Wait! Slow down.” Ethan ordered. I stopped and glanced at him. “We have to be more careful. We don’t know where Lady Dimitrescu is.” Ethan whispered. “Don’t worry, I’m already here.” A feminine voice rang. My head shot in the direction to see her standing on the other side of Ethan.

“I will make you pay for what you did to my daughters!” She exclaimed as she lifted her hand up. Claws grew from her fingertips as she got ready to swing. “Ethan, watch out!” I called out. Ethan turned to look at her, but couldn’t react in time. So I moved quickly and pushed him out of the way. I was too slow to move out of the way myself, which resulted in her claws hitting my cheek.

I cried out in pain as I stumbled backwards. “Y/N!!!” Ethan cried out. “That was pathetic. You shouldn’t be covering for him!” Dimitrescu angrily called out as she wrapped her fingers around my neck and lifted me off the ground. I struggled to escape her grasp, as I couldn’t breathe. “You humans are all so pathetic and disgusting! He killed my own children, but you still stand up for him!? You’re just as bad as he is!” She yelled as she threw me back into the wall.

A chocked sob left my lips, as the pain spread through my back. “Dammit! Leave them alone!” Ethan exclaimed as he ran past her. He ran to me and kneeled down next to me. “Come on, we need to get you out of here or else she’s going to kill us both.” Ethan ordered, as he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. But it just resulted in a cry leaving my lips.

“Fuck.” He cursed. “When I get up there, I am going to rip you both limb from limb.” She threatened, as she got closer. “D-Don’t fucking risk your life for me. You should know by now that I-I’ll get out of here without her killing me. Your primary goal should be t-to find where Rose is while she’s distracted.” I whispered.

“No. I said earlier that I’m going to make sure you’re safe, and to get Rose back. So you’re coming with me.” He ordered stubbornly as he pulled me up. We both limped away from the Lord and make it down the stairs. “If we hide, we can take care of your wounds.” Ethan silently spoke. I nodded slowly. “Get back here! I will not let you get away!” Her voice rang.

But we quickly rushed into the Duke’s room, where Ethan closed the door and sat me down against the wall. “That looks like a nasty wound.” Duke observed. “No shit. Do we have anything for medication?” Ethan asked as he walked over to him. “There are some Herbs and Chem fluid over there. Bandages are over there as well.” Duke explained.

“Why would you do something so reckless??” Ethan questioned as he grabbed the items. “It wasn’t a-as reckless as when you had your hand chopped o-off.” I joked. “You’re literally bleeding everywhere. I don’t think right now is a time to joke.” Ethan muttered as he rushed back to me. “T-There’s no need to be grumpy. I’m alive, aren’t I?” I pointed out.

“But you could’ve not been alive. Y/N, she can cut through your bones. If she wanted to, she could’ve done just that and killed you.” Ethan lectured. “You don’t deserve to be hurt...” I whispered. “What?” He questioned. “I said, you don’t d-deserve to be hurt. You’ve taken a lot of hits for me, and have t-taken a lot of hits in general. I don’t want you to get hurt anymore.” I explained.

His eyes widened slightly. “I-I think your daughter would also like to have you in one piece.” I added. “What about your family? Wouldn’t they want you to be one piece as well?” Ethan asked. I glanced down. “T-They’re dead. Those stupid fucking lycans killed them. So right now, I-I don’t have anyone to be concerned for me.” I explained softly.

“I-I’m sorry... I didn’t know...” He apologized. “But either way, you have someone. You have me. And I swear to god, if you die on me, then I will not be happy.” He warned. I chuckled. “I should’ve expected you to say that.” I muttered. “Yes, because I care for you. So, once we make it out of here together, I was wondering if you’d maybe like to get some coffee sometime.” He offered.

I glanced at him in shock. “B-But don’t you have someone else already?” I questioned. “I did, but we divorced a bit after we had Rose.” Ethan explained as he bandaged up my left eye. I smiled softly. “Sure. I’d love that.” I agreed.

(I hope this was good... This is one of my first RE 8 oneshots of Ethan Winters, so I hope it’s not too bad... Let me know if you guys have any other suggestions of Ethan Winters, or Headcannons of the RE characters. Thank you for reading this!)

#ethan winters #x reader #requests #re8 spoilers #re8

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burnsblue · 6 years

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tag dump !!!

#the most effective inspiration. ** re; asher #softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. ** re; elissa #the child i was is just one breath away. ** re; ethan #no soldier outlives a thousand chances. ** re; gregor #a moral storm threatens somewhere. ** re; mira #no peace for great men. ** re; rodrick #hard words bruise the heart. ** re; ryon #quiet birds rob the universe of beautiful symphonies. ** re; talia #you never stand alone. ** re; house forrester #only death will take me from you. ** re; ethan & talia

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Embrace (Request)

*Not my gif*

Paring: Dean X Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: comfort from dean, hunt gone wrong, reader crying, LOTS OF HUGS, mentions of Sam (Briefly)

Summary: The reader come back from a hunt gone very wrong, and all she want is to be in Dean’s arms tonight. Once she makes it to the bunker, she falls into dean’s arms, not being able to keep it together anymore.

Word Count: 2k

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Tag list: @akshi8278, @deanswaywardgirl

This was supposed to be an easy hunt. One and done type of thing, but that ended shortly after I got to the motel. Dean and Sam already out on a hunt, I decide that it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I went out on my own.

Shooting Dean, a quick message. “Dean, there’s a hunt about an hour away from the bunker. It involves kids, so I’m packed up and leaving in 5. Love Ya.” I sent the message stuffing my phone in my back pocket.

Buzzing I pulled it out seeing a message from Dean “Ugh, I wish you weren’t going by yourself, but I understand it involves kids. Be safe and text me when you get to the motel. Love Ya sweetheart.” Well, that had gone by much easier than previously thought.

So, throwing my bag in the passenger seat of on the many cars I drove off to the motel. According to the article children were going missing in the local town. The thought of so many parents being scared and missing their children was eating at me, so I thought I’d at least try to help.

Quickly I learned that kids were disappearing, most disappeared near an old shut down mental asylum. Something about kids and wanting to search places that clearly had “DO NOT ENTER” signs on them.

It was still early in the afternoon so I made my way over to the parents of the latest missing child. They wore worried expression on their faces as they say the quick flip of the F.B.I badge.

In short, they had said that their son had gone out with a few of his friends. Riding bikes and being a destructive teenage boy. For a few moments the image of Dean being that way crossed my mind, internal smiling at the thought.

I had figured that it was probably a ghost based on the rather odd story the parents retold me. Saying that their son had told them about how the light were flickering and, all the sudden it was really cold in the asylum. It’s the middle of summer, so cold spots are definitely more prominent.

When I made it back to the motel, I made quick work of trying to figure out where the old mental asylum was, grabbing way to cups of coffee, and junk food from the vending machines I worked until at least twelve in the morning.

I hadn’t ever realized how much the Sam and Dean’s help was. It was nice to have a tech nerd at your disposal, and a heater next to you in bed every night. Once I had fallen asleep at the dirty small kitchen table in the motel, I thought it best to move to the bed and text Dean.

“Hey baby, I made to the motel a while ago. You know me got caught up in trying to help. Fell asleep trying to research going to sleep now. Good night baby, Love Ya.” I sent before plugging it in to its charger and falling into a deep sleep.

When I awake the next morning, I looked over to my phone seeing a new message from Dean. “Sleep well sweetheart. We will be home today, keep me in the loop. Can’t wait to see you.” He messaged with a winky face at the end.

Rolling my eyes, I got out of the crappy, not memory foam bed. Hearing the slightly creaks and cracks of my bones. Thinking that it would probably useless if i grabbed a shower before going on a hunt, so I opted to grab one of deans stolen flannels, my pants, and my boots.

Once I was officially ready for the day, I went right back into researching. Finally, hours later I had found an old document that just so happened to have to the address of the mental asylum.

It was a picture of a few nurses, a doctor standing proud in the back, and a gaggle of children in front of the nurses. Around the doctors' neck hung a stethoscope. It read at the bottom of the picture

‘Doctor Ethan Zingler, Nurse Betty, Nurse Lewis, Nurse Andrea, with the many mentally insane children. Doctor Zingler holding his prized possession his stethoscope.’ “Fuck yes” I screamed. Damn that was dumb luck.

Quickly grabbing the car keys, I slammed the motel door, making my way over to the car. Again, I shot him another text, “Alright, found the address for this place. Should be an easy fix. Be home soon, Love Ya.” Sending it before starting to pull out of the parking lot.

When I made it to the mental asylum, the gates lock was broken making it much easier for me. Making my way into the mental asylum it was quiet, giving me an uneasy feeling. A scream grabbing my attention, but when I made it their nothing, nothing was there.

As I walked around more, trying to find these lost kids. Turning around at one point, I saw a figure of a decomposed older women. Her white nurses outfit torn at her heart, all the sudden instead of staring at me she was full speed running.

Cutting into one room I lost her, standing there for a minute. Re thinking everything that I looked up, and the parents had told me. It clicked it was ghosts, they were ghouls. This means that everything I had on me wasn’t going to work.

Hearing the should of many children screaming at once, I ran towards it. I saw the Doctor his stethoscope wrapped around the necks of one of the children, I ran in trying to get a shot in, but before I could I had they two other nurses hold me down, one trying to stick me with a needle. The other had her very decade hand around my neck.

I watched every single missing child be killed in front of my eyes, once the doctor was done, he turned looking at the two nurses. They let me go and he slow staked over to me, his hand covering my mouth. I reached down in a quick and swift motion grabbing a long machete knife I had attached to the loops of my pants. In two swift movements I sliced the heads of the nurses off. Looking over at the once respected doctor I chopped his head, it landing on the ground.

Swiping the blade over my thigh, I slipped it back into its case. I walked out of the asylum flipping it the finger. Getting into the car, it was starting to hit me, that I had watched at least 3 kids murdered in front of me. I was here to fix this, to bring them home safely.

I drove, no music, no running thoughts in my mind. I just drove, when I finally made it back to the motel, I grabbed a quick shower, trying to wipe away the images of them dying, trying not to cry. “Y/n you’re a big girl. You’re a hunter, fuck you’re with a Winchester get it together.” I said to myself.

“Hey baby, how is everything? I haven't heard anything in a while. Sam says that I should stop worrying, but you’re my girl. Text me back please.” Dean messaged me.

Climbing out of the bathroom, I grabbed my phone, my arms barely keeping the towel wrapped around my chest. “Everything is fine. I’m okay honey. I will be home tops 2 hours, Love Ya.” I sent him back.

If I broke down now, here, I’d never be able to leave. I need to get dress, I need to get home, I need Dean, now. Wrapping another stolen Dean flannel around me, I could just barely smell his leather, and whiskey cologne on his shirt, I pulled up my sweats.

Grabbing the rest of my stuff, and throw it into the passenger seat. I walked down to the front desk; I gave to women her keys back. Starting the engine to the car this time I turned the radio on, finding a station that reminded me of Dean. “80′s rock coming your way. Now playing ‘AC/DC Back in black” Taking a deep inhale I back out and drove down the street, radio blasting and windows down.

“Can’t wait to see you sweetheart!” Dean sent a message as I inched closer and closer to the bunker. Finally, I slowed down and drove down the darkly lite drive way that led to the bunkers garage. As I inched closer, I started to break down, I didn’t want to be a disappointment. I didn’t want Dean, or Sam to see me as a failure.

I could feel the prickle of tears wanting to escape from my eyes, but shook my head and pushed them back in. As I parked the car, I only grabbed my phone, not really in the mood to look or see anything hunting wise.

Slowly I made my way to the garage door. Stopping as my hand made contact with the cold handle. I reached for a deep breathe, and opened the door. Conversation still going on, I walked past the library hearing both Sam and Dean call my name.

But the idea of facing them, after everything was too much. I heard the scratch of the wooden chair against the floor. I walked into Deans and I shared room, plopping onto the memory foam bed.

I heard the bedroom door, slowly open “Y/n?” Dean’s voice bounced off the cinder block room. “Y/n? Are you okay?” He said shutting our bedroom door. “Y/n? Are you hurt? If you’re hurt, I can fix you up, but... but you’ve got to tell me.” He said coming closer to me.

My breathing becoming harder for me to control. Deans hand landing on my hips first. “Y/n please look at me. You’re scaring me.” I couldn’t take it anymore, I moved quickly making Dean lose a bit of balance before his hand wrapped around my mid-section.

A breath that I didn’t realize I was holding came out, “It’s okay, you can just cry. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Dean said rubbing circles into my back. “You’ve got me Y/n. You just tell me what happened okay, let me known that us Winchester deal making didn’t rub off on you.” He said a little chuckle at the end.

“De... Dean I’m so stupid. I let 5 kids die because I di... didn’t know what I was hunting. I watched the gho..uls kill them. De... Dean Please just hold me. Please don’t thi.. think of me any different.” I said, a few hiccups interrupting me from finishing my sentences.

I felt Dean take a deep inhale, before speaking, “Damn, Y/n why.. You know what you’re so resilient, so brave, you’re no where to being stupid. Me and Sam got the covered for you. It’s okay, I’m so fucking sorry that I wasn’t with you, I’m sorry, but I’m tell you’

He said pulling me away from his shoulder. Lightly touching my chin, bring my attention to him. Our eye making contact. ‘Y/n I’m telling you that you couldn’t have done anything more then you did. You’re an amazing hunter, an amazing person, you’re prefect Y/n. I don’t to ever hear you say that you’re stupid, or that you think me or Sam will think of you differently because we just won’t. I love you baby” Dean said.

I reached up to kiss lips, a small, sparked filled kissed. It was as if that kiss was an okay for me. The okay that Dean was being true with me. “Dean, can.. can we just lay together please? I don’t want to let you go just yet” I asked.

He gave me short smile, and shook his head ‘yes’. “I love you, sweetheart. Get some rest.” He said kissing my temple, “Love Ya too De.” I said before the tiredness of crying and the beat of Dean’s heart lulled me into a deep and warm sleep.

Completed 02/27/2021

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fanficshiddles · 3 years

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Caught in his web, Chapter 57

Chloe barely slept during the night while she was in Loki’s arms. She kept thinking about their baby that she was carrying. Worrying over what she was going to do.

But she tried to act calm and natural in the morning, smiling when she turned around in his arms and snuggled into him.

Loki smiled and nuzzled his nose against hers. ‘How are you feeling this morning, doll?’ He hummed.

‘Ok. I still feel bad for arguing with you yesterday.’ She said sadly, glancing down.

Loki smiled and hooked her chin with his finger, lifting her head back up. ‘No need to be. We’ve talked it through. I love you, so much. It will take more than a silly argument for that to ever break.’ He said with the softest look in his eyes.

She felt a pang of guilt within her. But she kept it together and nodded, then buried her face into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

‘I told you I will always look after you. And I will.’ He said quietly, rubbing her back in circles.

After cuddling for an hour, Loki reluctantly had to get up to go to work.

‘Any plans for today?’ He asked Chloe while he got dressed, she remained in bed for a bit. Cosy and comfy.

‘Not really. I might go down to the bakery with Bear and get some home bakes, they always re-stock today.’ She mumbled.

Loki chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and placed his hand on her hip. ‘At least your cravings for so much junk food won’t last too much longer.’ He grinned and leaned down to kiss her forehead. ‘I’ll call you later, I shouldn’t be too late home tonight.’

‘Ok. Love you, Loki.’ She called to him as he made his way to the door. He stopped and turned, smiling brightly at her.

‘I love you too, doll.’ He winked at her then ducked out of the room.

Chloe let out a big breath of relief when he left. She leaped out of bed and went over to the window, looking out and making sure she saw him leave in the car with Nelson.

She ran her hands down her face as her mind went crazy with so many thoughts.

But she knew what she had to do… Even if she did feel a tugging at her heart that wanted her to stay. She couldn’t. Not with someone who wanted to abort their child without so much as listening to her properly, to her wants.

It was a stark reminder once more that no matter how much Loki made it seem that she was here and free of her own accord, she wasn’t really. She knew deep down he would never let her leave, and whilst she hadn’t been sure if she would ever want to or not, she knew now she had to. Her body wasn’t hers, it never was since she fell into his hands.

She had thought that someone like him would’ve still been able to love his own child, or at least like the idea of having an heir. But it was clear his possession over her was far more than she ever realised. Not even wanting to share her with his own child? It was absurd. And terrifying.

Making her way slowly to her own room, in-case Ethan, Samuel or Tania was about so she didn’t rouse suspicion, she found Bear along the way and had her come into her room with her.

‘Alright, Bear. We are going away, yes we are. You’re coming with mummy, we will get our own place and have our own life. Yes, we will.’ She cooed as she scratched the pup’s ears.

It didn’t take long for her to pack, she was only taking very little. Some underwear and a few items of clothing. She would buy more when she got, wherever it was she was going. She packed the basic toiletries and then grabbed the small bag of cash she had hidden at the back of her wardrobe.

‘I’ll grab a few of your pouches for today and tomorrow morning.’ She said to Bear as she got herself dressed.

She swung her bag over her shoulder and took a deep breath before going downstairs. Luckily there was no sign of Tania in the kitchen so she was able to grab a few pouches of the dog food. The bag she had with her wasn’t overly big, as she knew having a large one would rouse suspicion.

Grabbing her coat and Bear’s lead, she made her way outside.

‘Morning, Pete.’ She greeted him happily.

‘Good morning, love. Hello, Bear.’ He crouched down to pet Bear as usual. ‘Off out for a walk?’

‘Yeah, we are going to the bakers down the road. Stock up on lovely home bakes. Will I get you some scones?’ She asked, knowing they were his favourite.

‘Yes please.’ Pete nodded, standing up again. ‘Don’t be long, it’s supposed to rain soon.’

‘I won’t melt.’ She joked to him. ‘Come on, Bear. Let’s go.’ She made her way down the path with Bear.

Her heart was pounding with every step she took… Just waiting for Pete to call her out on the bag she had. But luckily, he didn’t. Thinking it was just for the home bakes. She felt so relieved when she got further down the street and out of view of the house, she wanted to cry in a mixture of emotions.

‘Ok…’ She looked down at Bear. ‘We can do this the hard way ourselves, or take a risk and get help. I don’t know about you, but I feel we will need help. If we stay in this country, he might find us. I think our best bet is to get elsewhere…’

Bear just wagged his tail up at his owner, tongue out panting happily. Not a care in the world, no idea what was going on.

David had just been lazing around the house on his rare day off, so he was surprised when the doorbell rang. He hadn’t been expecting anyone.

He was even more surprised when he opened the door to find Chloe with Bear, both of them soaking wet from the rain.

‘Jesus, Chloe. Come in, come in.’ He ushered her and Bear inside and went to get towels for them both.

‘I’ll get spare clothes for you.’ He offered after giving her the towel.

‘I have in my bag. It’s ok.’

He paused and frowned at her. ‘Are you ok? What’s going on?’

Chloe got dried off and into dry clothes, then she sat down with a nice cup of hot chocolate. David sat down next to her, petting Bear who was all over him for fusses.

‘I’m pregnant.’ She said first, making David’s stomach drop.

‘Oh.’ Was all he was able to say.

‘Oh?’ She questioned, looking at him.

‘I know that Loki has expressed of late that he doesn’t want children. I know how… possessive he can be with you.’ He said softly.

‘Yeah… The asshole wants me to have an abortion. But I can’t do that, David. I can’t. I had to get away, I need to get away. But I know he will find me if I stay in the country.’

David ran his hand down his face. ‘So you need my help to skip the country, is that right?’

Chloe nodded, swallowing hard. ‘I… I know it’s a really big ask. But I trust you. Loki doesn’t ever have to know. I just need help with sorting out how to get out of here.’

‘You’ll need money.’ David said.

‘I’ve got a few grand in cash… Every time I went out shopping I took some cash out, it’s slowly built up. As I did have in mind I was going to use it to buy Loki a Christmas present… Thinking ahead, you see. As he can see every shop I buy from on his statement. So I just got some cashback each time so I could surprise him.’

David chuckled and smiled. ‘Clever girl.’

He sighed and thought for a moment. ‘Let me make a few calls, see what I can sort together. I have a holiday home in Italy, you could stay there for a while until we sort something more permanent.’

David pulled his phone out and stood up.

‘Thank you, so much!’ Chloe said, trying not to cry in relief.

David went through to the kitchen, he looked through his phone and was torn between calling Loki to tell him she was here or the taxi company to get her to the private jet… He kept flicking back and fore between them, not sure what to do.

Loki wasn’t just his boss, he was his best mate. He would be betraying him so badly if he helped to get Chloe away. But at the same time, he was really fond of Chloe. He knew how difficult Loki could be, and the thought that he was making her have an abortion was horrid.

He put his phone down and his head into his hands on the countertop. He groaned, completely unsure and torn on what to do…

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

‘That will be your ride.’ David smiled at Chloe.

‘I can’t thank you enough for helping us.’ Chloe gave him a big hug, he rubbed her back as he hugged her.

‘Take care of yourself. Ok?’ He guided her to the door, with Bear too.

‘Thank you.’ She said to him sincerely.

David unlocked the bolt on the door and then pulled it open.

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baby-grayson · 4 years

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Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone. Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something.

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse. Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner.

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids. Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson” A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3

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Bucky and the Toy Phone (2/3)

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Word Count: 2072

Warnings: none that I could think of.

Bucky took his time to sort out his feelings. He tried to read, to watch movies, to take long walks in the park... but during those activities all he could think of was Chiara and Ethan. And her ex… he was fearing that he may come back one day and be interested in them, reducing his chance to be in their lives to a zero.

Pepper invited more often Chiara and Ethan with the excuse of work and sharing anecdotes before her daughter was born. But they knew perfectly that the reason behind all of those invitations was to make her and Bucky to interact with mixed effects.

Some days, Bucky would start a conversation with Chiara only to be interrupted by Ethan throwing a tantrum or trying to get full attention from his mother. Some days, Ethan wanted to play with Bucky and Steve, usually letting Bucky to play the bad guy against Captain America and his tiny sidekick.

Sam noticed the conflictive attitude from the boy and stated to call him little devil. He even mentioned once that Ethan was jealous of Bucky and that was the reason behind his hesitancy.

Chiara and Ethan became regulars in the Avengers compound; they visited at least 3 times a week, sometimes every day. That was until Chiara got really sick. For days, Chiara had been under the weather, but she still needed to go to work and care for her son.

However, she couldn’t run far from illness for too long. It didn’t help that Ethan’s usual nanny had to attend a congress from college during that week. So on top of her usual work and being a single mother, Chiara had to deal with a very aggressive flu.

Luckily her boss noticed the red watery eyes, the running nose and the coughing and sent her home for the weekend a lucky Thursday. Chiara was grateful until she realized that Ethan was especially energetic that day. On their way home he kept pointing at every car, house and tree he could see.

She entered home and put Ethan down in the living room while she went to serve the take away food she got before picking up the boy from school, in no way she wanted to make dinner under her condition. After they ate, she poured a cup of tea and sat in the couch watching over Ethan who was drawing on the coffee table.

Ethan was coloring a page from a Power Rangers coloring book and turned to show his work to his mother, just to find her sleeping. He moved closer to her and tried to open her eyes, just to listen to her grunting and turning over a bit. Ethan stared once again at his mother and stayed still for over a minute. Nothing changed; his mother wasn’t paying attention to him.

So he did what any reasonable toddler would do, he went to grab some toys from his room and brought them to the coffee table, being one of them, the toy phone that his uncle Tony gave him.

The thing with that particular toy phone is that, as always, Tony went over the top with it. So when Ethan was playing after his mother took an involuntary nap, he pressed the number 0 and the button on the side and was connected to F.R.I.D.A.Y. immediately.

The I.A. voice spoke to the boy. – Ethan, how can I be of assistance today? – Tony had programmed a direct line in case of an emergency, something that Ethan could dial easily in case he needed an Avengers intervention. He never imagined that the kid would call him accidentally, which was obvious if you think about it, unless you’re the genius Tony Stark.

The little one wasn’t scared of the I.A. voice. You could blame the TV and all of the internet apps of him being familiar with a mysterious voice, so the boy wasn’t afraid to converse with the immaterial being – Yes, wanna call Bucky. – He was the first person that came to his mind.

Over the previous weeks, Bucky tried to get close to Ethan and Ethan was happy to get his attention. Not only because he was friends with Captain America, one of his heroes… but because he really liked Bucky, but somehow he also couldn’t stand him at times.

Following the instructions from Tony, the I.A. connected the call to the Avenger in question.

Bucky was exercising at the gym. Doing repetitions was the best way he found of thinking through what was happening around him. And it was a distraction from thinking how he still liked Chiara and how Ethan sometimes seemed to like him and sometimes wanted him as far away as possible from his mother. Which the others said it was normal for a child his age since he was getting to the Oedipus complex.

He was immersed in his thoughts when F.R.I.D.A.Y. called for him. – Mr. Barnes, you have a call request, shall I connect it to your mobile?

It took him by surprise, he usually never get calls and he could count with one hand the number of people who has his number or wanted to talk to him. – Sure. – He went to his phone and pressed the answer button to receive the call. – Hi, this is Bucky, who’s calling?

- Hello, this Ethan.

- Ethan? – Bucky was surprised to hear the little boy’s voice, he wasn’t sure he knew how to make a call. He tried to contain his panic keeping at by the thoughts of Chiara and Ethan having an accident or worst. - What are you doing? Does your mother know you’re calling me?

- No, she sleep. – Ethan replied casually.

- Are you in danger? – Since he was doing fine, then it had to be something else.

- No. But mommy is sick.

- Are you alone? – Bucky heard the boy saying yes and his mind started to race 100 mph with all of the things that could go wrong when you have a little kid home alone. - Do you want me to come and check on your mom?

- Yes please.

- Don’t move Ethan until I come and get you.

- Okey! See ya! – The boy said casually not knowing the storm he created in Bucky.

Bucky just had time to put on a jacket and grab the keys of one of the many cars that Tony had in the garage. He was halfway to the car when he realized something: he had no idea where Chiara lived. A little ashamed of having overlooked such an important detail, he called for help. - Umph, F.R.I.D.A.Y. do you have Chiara’s address?

Of course the I.A. had the address. - I have sent it already to your mobile Mr. Barnes. I also must tell you that the key to her apartment is in the common room, it is perfectly labeled on the first drawer from the right.

- Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Bucky went back to retrieve the key which truly was perfectly labeled as “CHIARA”, went back to the garage and hurried to the apartment. He was preoccupied that something bad had happen to Chiara. He just knew she was sick and Ethan was home alone. A bunch of scenarios crossed his mind. But he gave himself some time to grab some medicines for her.

With each passing light he grew anxious about the little boy being alone. Finally he arrived to the building marked on the GPS and hurried to number 3B. Even when he was extremely unsettled, his training as the Winter Soldier prevailed allowing him to open the door. At the sight of him, Ethan ran full throttle and threw his arms around his legs as a greeting.

Bucky felt relief at once, he unruffled his hair and looked around. He then saw Chiara. The position in which she was sleeping surely would let her neck in pain when she wakes up. So he turned to Ethan and whispered. – Let’s take mom to bed, shall we? – And Bucky entered, closed the door and moved to carry her.

Ethan nodded enthusiastically and ran to show Bucky his mother’s room. Bucky couldn’t help noticing her beauty. He was mesmerized by her full lips and the rhythm of her breathing. He put her to bed, took off her shoes and made sure she was comfortable before turning to deal with the little devil.

He closed the door and turned to Ethan. – Well, pal, now… what were you doing when you called? – Ethan showed him his coloring book but decided it was more important to show Bucky the apartment paying special attention to his room and his Iron Man toys. After the mini tour and having found another book that needed color, Bucky went to the kitchen to make some chicken soup and clean a little bit what he could find.

Chiara woke up when the sun was down in bed and was scared when she noticed the hour. She knew Ethan was alone. She felt ill still, weak but she had a responsibility with her son. So imagine her surprise when she went out and saw Ethan and Bucky having dinner and discussing school.

- Then what did the miss said when you took your crayons from the girl? – Bucky asked completely immerse in their conversation.

- She says… she says to share them, like with Benji… but it was my turn!

- Of course it was your turn! She already had them for her flower.

Listening to a contained giggle that became a cough Bucky looked up to find Chiara smiling. Despite having red puffy eyes because of the flu, he found her beautiful. In that precise moment he understood how smitten he was. He didn’t want to deny it anymore. Yet the excited squeal from Ethan brought him back to reality. Because Ethan was Chiara’s priority and he didn’t know if he fitted into that equation, not when sometimes Ethan behaved as if he wanted Bucky around and others like a rival who was trying to steal his mother from him.

- Mommy, Bucky came. – The little boy ran to the arms of his mother.

- Yes baby, I can see that… but why? – Chiara turned to see the beaming face of Bucky. He looked as handsome as ever and she… well, she had been sleeping all day due to the flu so probably not the prettiest sight right now.

- Oh, Ethan called me and said you were sick, so I came to watch over him.

- Thank you Bucky, but you shouldn’t have – She was ashamed that he had to come and a light pink tinted her cheeks. Then she found herself thinking about what he had just said – When you said “he called me”… what do you mean exactly? – remembering her phone was on her purse and that Ethan couldn’t have known Bucky’s number because not even Chiara had it.

- Well, F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me I had a call from Ethan. – Both adults were shocked when they realized the impossibilities regarding a call from Ethan.

- Ethan, how did you call Bucky? – Chiara asked and the boy ran to give her the toy phone he received from Tony. And of course, everything made sense in a minute. She would be mentioning it to Tony and Pepper in their next meeting.

As if in cue to break the tension from the moment, the TV announced Ethan’s favorite show and he squealed excitedly – “Watch Bucky”. Ethan grabbed Bucky’s hand to take him to the sofa and sat next to him to watch Paw Patrol.

Of course Ethan pointed and explained the whole episode to Bucky, he was excited. Bucky noticed it, and he noticed how Chiara sat next to him and Ethan. He thought that he could get used to this: good days and bad days ending with a cartoon show. It was a bittersweet feeling, hope clouded by fear. He craved more and more for this dreamed life.

Unbeknown to him, Chiara craved for the same. Right now the illness was taking the best from her, but she was elated to have Bucky there, responding a call from her son. And Ethan was beyond himself. He liked the attention he got from both adults next to him, they were his favorite adults, and for a first night, the three of them were complete.

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x single!mom

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Caught in his web, Chapter 57

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 57 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead. RATING: M