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Snow Day (Sk8 The Infinity)

Hey hey y’all! I hope you guys are having a great winter! Since it’s the snow season (and I rarely get snow where I am, boo) I figured I make some good ol’ Sk8 fluff! (With the tiiiiiniest dash of angst) Hope you like it!

Summary: During a cabin trip with the squad, it starts to snow. Reki and Langa decide to have fun in it.

CW: Mentions of grief

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@myreygn, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob (tagged you because I know you like Sk8 jlkerjakejr)

“A cabin trip?” Langa asked when Reki placed the pamphlet down before him.

“For winter break! Plus it’s team bonding!” Reki grinned, tapping the photo. “Joe’s paying for it, and the whole gangs gonna be there! Isn’t that great?”

“Wait-how’d you convince Joe to do that?” Langa asked, raising a brow when Reki looked away. “Reki?”

“I may have convinced him…in exchange we help out at his restaurant.” He dared a peek at Langa, bowing at his deadpan expression. “I’m sorry! It was the only way! We just have to help out for a week- and we get to keep the tips!” He looked up, smiling sheepishly. “Plus he’ll give us food.”

“Done.” Langa nodded, his ultimate weakness prodded at.

“That’s my guy!” Reki laughed, celebrating. “That’s next week though. This week, we’re staying at a cabin with the gang!”

~~~

“Langa- Langa Langa Langa!” Hands were shaking him, pulling him free from the clasp of his dream. When he turned to look, Reki was over him, smiling wide. “Langa!”

“GAH!” The blue haired skater yelped, sitting up too fast. Heads collided and shouts of pain escaped their lips as they held their faces, groaning in unison. “R-Reki, what’s going on?” Langa groaned, somewhat dizzy from the pain.

“Gee, my head feels great. Thanks for asking.” Reki rolled his eyes before shooting up, sprinting to the window. “Look!”

The curtains were drawn. Langa nearly forgot how to breathe.

“It’s snowing! Snowing!” Reki cheered, turning back to his friend with childlike glee. “I can’t believe it- we’ve got snow!” He took in Langa’s expression, deflating with guilt at the grief within. “Sorry, this is probably a lot-”

“No it’s…it’s wonderful.” Langa shook his head, putting on a gentle smile as he turned to Reki. “Come on, let’s go play in it.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Reki was already sprinting for the door, his giddiness returning. “Race you out there!”

Langa shook his head as he turned back to the window, the weight in his chest tightening his throat.

“Hey dad…guess you came to visit today, huh?”

~~~

“Oh my god it’s COLD!” Reki squawked upon running out the door, laughing hysterically as he spun amongst the flakes. “It’s so pretty! Come on, guys!”

“Reki, get back in here right now- you’re not wearing your gloves!” Cherry fussed from the door, in hand a red scarf and mittens.

“Oh let him have his fun, Kaoru.” Joe grinned as he cooked breakfast, the smell of Miso soup and rice filling their rental cabin and making Langa’s mouth water. “Besides, he’ll be back in soon enough.”

“Along with a cold. I don’t plan on watching over him if he gets sick. Speaking of, where’s your shirt?” Cherry turned an annoyed look to the other, narrowing his eyes at the bare chested man. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m too hot for winter. The season can’t handle all of this.” He flexed, earning a scoff from the other. “Come stand by me- I’ll keep you warm.”

“Mom and dad are flirting again.” Miya groaned around his game, bundled up like a cocoon in his blankets. Shadow snickered around a cup of coffee as he watched the younger boy play.

“I’ll take them out to him.” Langa spoke up before hell could break loose, gathering up the winter items. “I’ll make sure he’s wearing them.”

“Thank you Langa.” The older man looked at him curiously, probably just noticing the redness around Langa’s eyes. Langa went to wave it off when Joe suddenly swore, jumping away from the stove and swatting at his chest.

“Damn oil! It’s hot!” He yelped, still patting his skin.

“What happened to being too hot to handle, you thirsty gorilla?” Cherry turned his attention back to Joe, giving the younger man a chance to escape. This would probably come back up later.

He’d deal with it then.

~~~

“Reki? Where are you?” Langa called out, searching the open field. He swore he saw the redhead earlier. “I have your gloves-”

A snowball flew across the wind, smacking Langa in the back.

“Gotcha!” Reki cackled from a nearby tree, another snowball in hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sent another snowball flying, smacking Langa in the chest this time. “You dare approach the snowball champion, Langa?”

“Snowball champion by ass! I’m the real champion here!” Langa grinned as he bent down, gathering up a snowball of his own. “Let me remind you who’s really the champ-”

A third snowball- this time right in the face.

“BOOM!” Reki guffawed.

“Oh that is IT!” Langa cried back, throwing his snowball with perfect accuracy. Reki’s laughter was cut off with a yelp, making the other giggle. “Come at me!”

“You're on!” Snowballs flew from one side to the other, their laughter mixing with cries of shock and glee as they pelted each other repeatedly. At some point the snowballs from Reki’s side stopped, making Langa blink.

“Reki? Where are you-” Langa called, only to let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal.

“Sneak attack, achieved!” Reki hooted, nearly doubled over with laughter as Langa attempted to shake out the snow shoved down his back. “Cool dance moves, Langa! Teach me them sometime?”

“Oh you wanna learn? Come here, I’ll teach you!” Langa grabbed more snow, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he turned to the wide eyed redhead. Reki yelped and bolted, running for the safety of a tree.

Only to slip and face plant the snow.

“Ah! Langa! Langa I’m sorr-EEEEEH!” Reki arched with a squeal of his own as Langa sat on his back, shoving snow up his coat. “Laahhahahahahngahahhahha, it thiihhihihickles!”

“It does? Wait, you’re ticklish here?” Langa grinned, abandoning his snow for tickles. The gloves limited his fingers, but the effect was the same. “I think you’re the first person I know who’s back is ticklish!”

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhuhp gehahahahhahhahaha!” Reki flailed and squirmed in the snow, his feet kicking the ground behind them. “Iihihihihim cohoohohohold sthahahahahap!”

“Oh, are you cold? So am I.” Langa jeered as he reached up, pressing his snowy hands into Reki’s armpits. “You’re pretty warm here- mind if I come in?”

If his back was bad, his armpits were way worse. Reki howled in laughter, pressing his arms down tightly as his squirming increased, bucking Langa off and sending him tumbling into the snow.

“Oh thahahhat does it! Take thiihihis!” Reki twisted and pounced, shoving his own hands up Langa’s coat and scribbling along his belly. “You feel pretty warm here- and my hands are cold! Warm them up for me!”

“Reehehehehehehehkiihihihihi!” The blue haired teen arched with a squeal, finding himself in a similar predicament. “Wahahahhait ihihihihim shahahhahhaharry!”

“Hi sorry, I’m Reki!” The redhead snickered, earning a handful of snow thrown in his face. “Ah! Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”

“Rehehehehheki noohohooOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Langa all but howled as the other blew a massive raspberry into his stomach.

~~~

“Heh..hehe…I win.” Reki declared after some time, side by side with Langa against the mushed up snow. His hands were now gloved, the red scarf tied nicely around his neck.

“No way…I within.” Langa argued back, a smile on his lips as stared up at the sky. The sun was finally starting to rise up, indicating midmorning. It made everything glitter like jewels around them.

“Ehehe…truce.” Reki declared, letting a comfortable silence call over them. Then he turned to Langa, eyes soft. “Hey…can I possibly ruin the mood for a sec?”

“Is it about this morning?” Langa returned his gaze.

“Yeah…how are you? You looked so…” He waved a hand to find the words, the unspoken truth between them. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Langa nodded, turning back to the sky. “I’ve told you this, but my dad loved snow. He and I were big on snowboarding, but we did all sorts of things. Build a snowman, have snowball fights. My mom would make these massive mugs of hot chocolate for us when we came in. Dad would always try to kiss her, but she’d say his beard was cold.” He laughed at the memory, eyes misting. Reki reached out and squeezed his hand tightly. “I miss him so much…”

“He sounds like a great guy.” Reki nodded, wanting to reach out and wipe away the tears rolling down Langa’s cheeks. “He’d be so proud of you, you know? He’d think your skateboarding would be amazing.”

“You think so?” Langa asked, lips pulling into a wobbly smile.

“I know so.” Reki nodded, giving in and finally reaching out, brushing his cheek. Langa closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath before reaching up, squeezing the hand against his face.

“This is the first winter where I can think about him without it hurting, you know? Before- I’d only feel sad when it snowed. I didn’t want to get out of bed.” Langa opened his eyes, a fondness in them that made Reki’s chest squeeze. “Thank you. If it weren’t for you- I don’t think I’d be able to enjoy winter like I did before.”

“Come now- don’t tell me things like that.” Reki blinked rapidly, fighting off his own tears as his cheeks warmed. “You’re gonna get me all soft and shit.”

Langa laughed, the sound thick with emotion. Reki put the sound and that smile deep within his chest, locking it away within his heart forever.

~~~

“Everyone- I have an idea.” Reki announced later that day, furrowly warmed up after being more or less forced to drink Miso soup by Cherry. Granted, it was grand soup, so he wasn’t complaining. “Let’s build a snowman!”

“Haven’t you been in the cold enough today?” Miya asked, though he was already shoving off his blankets, perking up at the idea.

“Come on- we don’t know how long we’ve got this snow! Besides, that’s probably one of the most important parts of winter!” Reki nodded. “Let’s make a memory!”

“I’m in. Bet I can make a better snowman than you, precious.” Joe grinned towards Cherry. “Hope the snow isn’t too harsh on those delicate hands of yours.”

“These ‘delicate hands’ are perfect for strangling dumb brutes, sweetie.” Cherry replied with a dangerous smile. “They should have no problem making a snowman.”

“Bring it on! I’m gonna make the baddest snowman you’ve ever seen!” Shadow burst in, full makeup and everything. Reki nearly choked at how serious Shadow took things. “The rest of you aren’t ready for what I can do!”

“Well, what do you say, Langa? Are you in?” Reki asked, turning to the other. Langa, who hadn’t spoken up yet, looked surprised. Then he smiled, a warm genuine one.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

~~~

That night, six snowmen of various styles and techniques guarded the cabin. One was big and lumpy, slapped together with their sticks held up in a “rock on” position. One was small and neat, the spheres measured and carved to absolute perfection. One was more or less a half-snowman; originally meant to be bigger but was forgotten about after his creator got snowballed. Another was also massive, standing tall behind the perfect snowman with its branches in a flex-like position.

Between them all, two snowmen with scarves- one blue and one red, sat side by side. Their little branches were twined together like they were high fiving, though to some it looked like they were holding hands.

Langa smiled around his mug of cocoa, warmed by a burning fire as Shadow and Reki duked it out in Uno, losing again and again to Joe to a point where they were convinced he was cheating. Miya was sound asleep, leaning into Cherry’s own sleeping form on the comfortable couch just behind the group.

‘Hey dad.’ He thought to himself, smiling out the window. ‘This turned out to be a great snow day. Thanks for visiting.’

Thanks for reading!

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #non tickle #fluff with a tiny dash of angst #snow days #snowball fights #tw: mentions of grief #implied matchablossom #implied renga #they deserve to be happy folks #snowball fight turned tickle fight #but it's mostly just the dorks being dorks #They are one big ol' family y'all

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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little situation | part 11.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Sam and Bucky rushed back the minute Steve called. They were relieved because their latest lead included something called an Ant-man and after meeting the guy they knew he was of no help. The apartment was massive when they entered late at night. Steve showed them around and let them pick their rooms, like Sam suggested you took the biggest room— kicking Steve out of the master bedroom. You were already asleep so they decided to just say hi in the morning.

You didn’t put your new hearing aids in when you got up to get water in the middle of the night. While you figured that you guys would probably spend more time in the common room than anything, you were glad to have your own kitchen for moments like this. You shuffled to the kitchen in one of Steve’s too big shirts and socks, having not much of your own currently. Aside from the small box of your stuff that he took when he moved into the Tower, it was too painful for Steve to keep a lot of your things physically in the house. He had to get what wasn’t damaged in DC out from storage which was his plan to do first thing tomorrow. You didn’t even have a bonnet, stealing one of Tony’s fancy scarfs as a headscarf— not that the billionaire really minded.

You reached up for a cup of water when you felt the footsteps. They were heavy and off balance, one side stepping harder than the other producing a heavier vibration. Not your dad. You grabbed for the knife in the little knife rack on the counter and threw it.

“Woah.” Bucky’s eyes went wide as he grabbed the knife in his metal hand before it had hit him.

You gasped in surprise and ran to hug him.

“Hey, kid,” Bucky said as he held the back of your head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you we—”

“No harm, no foul. Wasn’t trying to sneak up on you, just got thirsty.”

You and Bucky got your waters and sat down on the couch. You held the cup up to your face, not stopping your drinking, when Bucky turned his head to look at you. He was analyzing you and you knew it. You could always tell when he was doing it. Bucky took the cup from you and moved your head around as if he were looking for any injuries.

“Why did you get up for water?”

“I just got thirsty.”

“You still lick your top lip when you lie.”

You looked down. One to try and find a better answer and two because you couldn’t see what Bucky was saying if you weren’t looking. He turned your face towards him again.

“How many times did they wipe you?”

“Every morning,” you confessed.

Bucky’s metal fist clenched at his side. He was hoping you getting up was because you actually just needed water. It was the same thing he did when a nightmare of being wiped appeared. It felt like a dry burning in your mouth that could only be subdued by cold water.

But he was less worried about the wiping and more about the implications. They wiped you every few months to keep you scared when he was under their control. Wiping every morning? They wanted you to forget things, things you did. And Bucky was worried that you’d eventually remember and it would drive you insane like it was threatening to do to him.

“I’m tired, Uncle Jamie.”

Uncle? That was new. He didn’t know that you were already aware of his connection to Steve. Well at least that wasn’t something they’d have to go over later. It felt weird. Jamie, James. Being called anything other than Barnes or Bucky. He couldn’t even remember when he had become cognizant enough once to tell you his first name. It wasn’t much but you had stuck to it.

“Okay, little doll. I won’t keep you up. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Okay.”

You strolled in later at a more reasonable time of morning seeing the others already gathered in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Sam, Steve, and Bucky said at the same time.

“Morning…” you remembered the question you had been meaning to ask yesterday.

“Uncle Jamie, why does Uncle Tony call you the Manchurian Candidate?”

Bucky rolled his eyes while the other two men laughed. He set down a cup of orange juice for you.

“Because your Uncle Tony’s a dick.”

“Woah, Buck, language!” Steve didn’t miss a beat.

You laughed when Bucky winked at you before giving Steve a weak apology. You took a sip of the orange juice when Sam came around with two plates. He sat down and pushed one towards you while Steve and Bucky loaded up theirs— the two 100% super soldiers of the house insatiable.

“Thanks Un— Sa— thank you.”

The three men looked at each other.

“Should we ask?” Steve looked at you.

You and him? You asked.

Bucky and Sam sat back, not understanding the silent communication taking place between you and Steve.

Yes?

Together?

Kind of.

Kind of?

We haven’t talked… this is adult stuff, I don’t need to discuss this with you.

Together?

Steve sighed. Yes.

Then I can’t call him uncle… weird.

Steve laughed. “Okay, Babydoll. Fair enough.”

Sam looked over but Steve shook his head.

“Nothing bad. I promise you.”

Most of the breakfast conversation was taken up by the three adults. You didn’t have much to share from the past year— and there wasn’t much you wanted to share. You laughed here and there but mainly just looked out the window as they talked about some mission that Bucky missed out on. It had gone sour before it really started, their one lead missing.

“What was his name?” Bucky asked.

“Torren. What the hell kind of name was that?” Sam asked, making them laugh.

Steve caught it first and then Bucky picked up on it immediately after. Your breathing had gone shallow as you looked out the window. Steve knocked on the table causing the fork to drop from your hand. You jumped when you heard it hit the ground.

“Sarah?” Steve asked.

You finally tore your gaze away from the window and looked at the three concerned faces in front of you.

“I killed him,” you whispered.

You suddenly stood up from the table and ran to your bathroom. Steve shot up after you, Bucky and Sam slowly behind thinking it’d be best to give you two space but wanting to make sure everything was okay. Steve could hear the running water of the sink and your muttering before he got close.

“I killed him, I killed him, I killed him…”

You muttered over and over again as you scrubbed at your hands. The blurry memory was playing in your head. He wasn’t much of a fighter, grabbing his neck and snapping it was easy. You had taken out his security guard and pulled him from out of the car still parked in the parking garage. You had just left him there on the ground. His kill was technically clean, after the first three times you discovered you liked to snap necks more.

It was easier to forget with less blood, the wipings weren’t as harsh when there was no blood. But the guard was too big for you to effectively wrap your hands around so you had to slit his throat. And now you could see that blood on your hands and a dead Torren at your feet, neither image leaving no matter how hard you scrubbed. They watched you switch back and forth from the soap pump to the steady stream of water.

“Sarah!” Steve called but you kept muttering. “Sarah, Sarah!”

He walked over and pulled you away from the faucet and to him towards the ground. Steve rocked back and forth, cradling your head and trying to shush you. The tears on your face didn’t register to you as you kept muttering ‘I killed him’ like they were the only words you knew.

Sam called Dr. Cho up and you were given medicine to knock you out. Steve had taken you to the common room couch, needing to be close in case you woke up again while the rest of the team talked. Everyone had gathered in the living room, Steve sitting on the floor in front of your couch. They turned to Bucky who seemed to have the most experience with anything HYDRA related out of them all, even if he couldn’t remember some chunks of it.

“If she can remember that even with daily wiping, she’ll remember everything eventually.”

“How could they do that?” Thor asked, looking over to where you were. Even in sleep you didn’t seem at rest.

Bucky sighed. He felt you might not have wanted to talk about it but he didn’t have a choice now.

“Do you know why I call her little doll?”

“Doll, it’s 40s slang,” Tony said. “Like Steve calling her babydoll.”

“I wish. I didn’t remember it was from the 40s. I called her that because doll was the guards’ nickname for her. Everyone called her 001 to her face but doll behind her back. Because she was easy to break like a porcelain doll. She was everything HYDRA wanted but emotional, moral…”

“Still somebody,” Nat finished for him, remembering the Red Room motto.

“So they broke her down almost every day in hopes that it would either harden her to be someone like me or that she wouldn’t be able to fix herself again and they would rebuild her. That’s when they killed Elise and it still didn’t work.”

“Did you know about the diamond skin?” Steve asked.

He wasn’t sure if it was a new development or it just wasn’t in your file. It wasn’t like he had ever thought that would be something he needed to test for.

“Third birthday present. She’s been designed since birth to be the perfect weapon. After they killed Elise they brainwashed Sarah, same trigger words as me. It was the only way to get her to do anything, but it never lasted long and they’d have to wipe her otherwise she’d remember and stop functioning.”

“Why does she not stay a soldier as long as you?” Bruce was curious.

That Bucky didn’t have an answer to. But you did as you woke up. Steve felt the shift on the couch and turned to see you had popped open an eye.

“Hey, Babydoll,” he cooed.

You sat up straight.

“Because they did it in the wrong order.”

“Wrong order?”

“Diamond then brainwash, it should be the other way around. It’s not just my outer skin that can harden on impact. If they wanted the electrocutions to be fully effective they should’ve done it first… it’s just science,” you whispered gently.

That made Tony and Bruce smile at you. That’s right, you were a little scientist. Bruce had suggested to Tony that maybe they make you a tiny workstation and that’s what he spent all night doing.

“Sarah?” Steve asked gently. “When Bucky says they tried to break you?”

You hugged your knees.

“It was the Red Room but worse. And because I couldn’t be cut, it went on for hours. I could only feel the pain but never be fully hurt, so they’d go till I passed out and then they woke me up and went again.”

The Avengers got quiet. HYDRA was always a sensitive topic and one you never liked to talk about. This was the most detail they had gotten from you ever. The twins were instantly by your side to the shock of the other Avengers. You were their little sister, they couldn’t help it. Wanda put her hand in front of you, palm up, the red dancing at her fingertips.

“Nothing recent, nothing from after I met you, please.”

Wanda nodded and touched your temple. Your eyes closed and your head rolled back. Her other hand produced a large ball of red that she moved to the center of the room so the rest of the team could see what she was seeing.

“Is it at all possible to see her? Place a timeline?” Clint asked.

“It’s her memories, it’s in… Sarah, can you try to picture yourself?”

Wanda moved her fingertips against your temple a little more:

Elise (L/N) was kept in a surprisingly nice room. It was plain, only filled with books truly. But it was better than a prison cell. Elise strolled the room, reading the title of each book. She grabbed one and turned it back to a two year old you with a very excited face, hair not yet long and still blonde.

“How about this one? Does that sound good, Babydoll?” She asked very loudly.

Elise walked back to the bed and pulled you into her lap. Your chubby little fingers traced the letters that read out Pride and Prejudice.

“Where’s my mom?” you asked as you were pushed down the hall.

“You’ll see her after.”

Those were the only words the guards said while they escorted you down the hall, the concrete was cold against your bare feet. You were led to a room and saw a bunch of scientists and a cake. You sat in the chair they gestured to and took the slice of cake.

“It’s your birthday,” the nurse said.

She took the fork and poked it into the cake before giving you a bite. You went for another when the cake was taken from you and you were pushed back into the chair. The straps tightened. You watched the scientists pull out multiple syringes while the nurse hooked monitors to you. You winced as the first syringe was poked into your skin. The first blade ran across your skin and you cried in pain as the drops of blood formed.

“Two more milliliters,” the scientist said before accepting another syringe.

It continued like that three more times until the fourth run produced a result they liked. You cried but no blood appeared. They tested it again and each time you felt the cut but your skin looked like nothing even touched you. The straps were untied and you were set on your feet, the guards sandwiching you as they led you back to your room.

You looked in the mirror as your mom stood behind you with the large box of dye in her hands. She gingerly ran it over your head and you watched the honey blonde turn a patchy black.

“Why do I have to change it?”

“Because blonde hair on girls that look like you isn’t common. HYDRA wants you to blend in with all the other brown and black girls, be another face in the crowd.”

“Another face.”

“We call you Babydoll,” Elise started. “I’m your mom, Elise (L/N). Your father is Steve Grant Rogers. Captain America. You have his super soldier abilities and you’re a genius like me. HYDRA is bad, don’t forget that.”

“And Captain America?”

“He was lost a long time ago.”

“So he’s not coming to save us?”

“No. No one’s coming to save us. We’re all alone”

Elise turned you around and bent down to look at you. She pulled at a now black curl.

So pretty, my babydoll, Elise signed.

The metal arm was terrifying. It was all you focused on as he came into the room with two guards. You were taken from breakfast with your mother and walked down the hall with them. The room you entered was bare except for all the mats on the floor. The man stood looking down at you before turning to the guards.

“She’s a baby.”

“Has that stopped you before. She starts training now.”

You couldn’t move from your spot. Even after they held at you, you wouldn’t move. The guard pushed you down and another grabbed your hand, taking out a knife and running it against your skin.

“Soldat. You take her back when the hour is over.”

You looked at the floor in tears for what felt like forever. Bucky leaned down and grabbed your face roughly in his metal hand.

“Did you hear me?”

“I’m sorry. My right is worse than my left but— I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Hey, stop crying, you’re fine okay. Don’t give them an excuse to hurt you. Let’s go.”

He stood back up and looked down at you, deliberately speaking in a way for you to read his lips. You hit him like instructed. He laughed and you knew it was because you were weak.

You smiled when you saw Bucky. He was the one good part of your day when you weren’t with your mother. It was after dinner and you quickly got up to follow him. You were surprised when your mother was forced to follow with you. It wasn’t just the normal training room you went to. This one was packed with scientists and guards and other people, including other young girls. Some that you recognized from your day visits to the Red Room. A pocket knife was put in your hands. You looked at it and looked at all the people in front of you.

“001, pick one of them.”

You didn’t move.

“Soldat.”

He moved you in front of a girl he knew you could take. The girl assumed a fighting stance but you didn’t move.

“Can she not hear us?”

Bucky moved in front of you. “He said to fight.”

“We don’t kill people,” you whispered.

“What did I tell you, little doll?”

“Don’t give them a reason to hurt me.”

Bucky grabbed your shoulders, a move too parent-like. He knew it the minute he heard one of the scientists speak up again.

“Wipe him. He’s growing attached, showing emotion.”

The words triggered and you saw no warmth in his eyes. He stood back up and pushed you roughly into the middle of the floor with the other girl. You gripped the pocket knife tighter and timidly walked towards the girl. She hit you first. You made one measly move but the girl pulled the pocket knife from you and tackled you to the floor. You cried as you blocked your face while she stabbed and cut, growing more frustrated that she wasn’t making marks on you. They pulled her off and escorted her and the rest of the girls away.

“Consequences, 001. You don’t comply, there will be consequences. Soldat.”

You were turned to face your mother. Bucky’s arm grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off of the ground. You scrambled to her before being pushed down.

“No! No, please, please, please.”

You screamed as he adjusted his grip and brought up the metal arm to snap her neck. Your mother dropped to the floor. You couldn’t see past your own tears as they pulled you to your feet and took you back to the cell. You crawled onto the bed, now too big and too empty.

“They call me 001. My mom calls me Babydoll. My mom was Elise (L/N). My dad was Steven Grant Rogers. HYDRA is bad… No one’s coming to save me. I’m all alone,” you whispered.

Clutching the pillow, you rocked until you just passed out.

You were pushed into the room where the technicians were. And so was Bucky sitting in the chair. The panels on his arm were open.

“You think she knows what her mother does?”

“The bitch read her engineering manuals as a bedtime story.”

A toolbox was shoved into your hands and you were moved onto the stool next to Bucky’s metal arm. Bucky staring straight ahead the entire time. You looked at the technician, unsure of what he wanted.

“Elise worked out the mechanisms, 001. The hand is stiff.”

You opened up the panel by his wrist and saw four wires. A red, green, and two you couldn’t distinguish. You looked back at them.

“I can’t tell the difference between blue and purple.”

It was the simplest explanation and you didn’t feel like explaining more. They understood you well enough. They informed you what the purple wire was connected to and switched the covering for the blue one to a yellow covering. You took out the smallest gears and replaced them before rewiring the red wire to a different connection point.

As you closed the panels, Bucky finally looked over at you. When he made eye contact, you felt a hitch in your throat and you ran— the guards laughing but not following because they all knew you were headed back to your room.

You didn’t look up from the bed as you heard the footsteps come in. The cold metal on your knee made you flinch and you scooted all the back into the corner as much as you could. Bucky looked at you with a tilt of his head. Something flashed across his face.

“I hurt you?”

You didn’t say anything but looked at him with tears. Bucky reached out but you shook your head fiercely. He pulled back.

“I’m sorry.”

Bucky came back with the guards and you followed timidly. You were back in the room with more girls and another pocket knife was placed in your hand. Once again, you still couldn’t do it and allowed the other girl to try and beat you to a pulp.

“001. Consequences. Hold her down.”

Something in Bucky snapped. It was one thing if it was other children or anyone close to your age. But he wasn’t going to watch guards hold you while one pulled out a knife. Bucky had hit maybe two guards before the others trained their guns on him and multiple on you.

“Move and we’ll shoot her in the same spot until she drops,” one of the guards yelled.

Bucky stopped.

“Wipe him.”

“No, wait,” the head scientist stood up. “Soldat, report to cryo. Touch anyone and we kill her.”

Bucky walked away and you were ushered to your feet.

“We use her. It’s innate emotional attachment, we’ll never fully get rid of it. So we use it. He wants to protect her, Soldat will do whatever we say… however actions or inaction still have consequences, 001.”

You cried as the first bullet hit your arm.

It had been days since you had seen anyone. And days since you had eaten. The door opened and you set down the book. You were tense as Bucky walked in but didn’t cower. He set down your food and sat as far away as possible in the room.

Hungry? he signed.

You looked at him with a blank stare.

They said you were American. ASL?

You nodded timidly.

I’m sorry. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.

“James,” he said suddenly as soon as you looked up from working on the metal arm.

You two were alone.

“What?”

“I think my name was James, once.”

“James,” you said and then returned to working on the panels. “HYDRA hurt you? They made you hurt me?”

“I’m sorry, little doll. I can’t promise it won’t happen again. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked back down at the panels.

“They call me 001, my mom called me Babydoll, you say little doll. My mother was Elise (L/N) and my father was Steven Grant Rogers. HYDRA is bad and I won’t forget. No one’s coming to save me… but I’m not alone. There’s one person in HYDRA I trust, James.”

You had finally done what they wanted as you stabbed the girl in the shoulder. You couldn’t end her though. And they couldn’t get you to kill her as you started shaking when you looked at the blood on your hand. Bucky growled as one of the guards approached you.

“We’ve seen enough. She can do it, 001 is just weak. Prep her to be wiped. Don’t think about moving, Soldat… I want her on the same triggers as him. They work as a team.”

Bucky and you were on a mission. It wasn’t that hard to play the lost little girl role. You led the couple, leading scientists on a biomed case, into the alleyway— Bucky taking the man while you killed the woman. The brainwash slipped away and you looked at the bodies on the ground. Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth before you could scream.

“She doesn’t go on missions,” he said once he had led you to the technicians. “She’s scared and won’t make it.”

“Mission report?” the guard asked.

“We handled it. Did you not hear me? She doesn’t go on missions.”

“That’s not your call, Soldat. Prep them both. Wipe him just enough.”

Bucky had to be pushed into his chair, aggressively taking the mouth guard— almost biting off the scientist’s hand. You opened your mouth and they placed the mouth guard in for you. Both you and Bucky screamed around the guards.

Wanda’s fingers left your temple. The Avengers looked around avoiding eye contact with you.

“Sarah?”

“May I be alone?”

“Of course, Babydoll.”

“Uncle Tony, you said the training room had a studio?”

“Off to the side.”

“Sarah.” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder when he saw you reach up for your hearing aids.

“Don’t leave yourself in your head, okay? It’s worse when you shut off from the rest of the world.”

“Okay,” you whispered before sneaking away.

(Part 12)...

#steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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will it be another 10 000 words? maybe

A bit of Jamie, Jamie, cousin Jamie under cut

Frank stared at his lips longingly, feeling like a thirsty pilgrim who had been approached by a merciful Samaritan who had plenty of water, but who only dipped his fingers in the water and placed them on the pilgrim's lips. He sucked on the moist fingers, and he licked every last drop, begging for more. Jamie. I know you have more. More water to share, more compassionate words to say, more fingers to lick clean, more skin to cling to. Jamie. The name sounded of summer breeze, open shirts, exposed chests, strands of tousled hair being tucked behind the ear, and carefree laughter. Come on, Franko. One more time. It sounded like the commotion in the hallway of their house when the Redknapps arrived for a weekend, and Jamie, Jamie, the Scouser from the south coast, was with them. He would walk up to Frank with a red and white scarf he’d brought for his parents, the one he’d held during the photoshoot he did after signing for Liverpool, and he would wrap the scarf around Frank’s neck. Now you’re a Scouser too, Franko. Dad would laugh and pretend to get angry, Get that shit away from him, he’s a Cockney lad, but Frank only had eyes for Jamie, Jamie, cousin Jamie, the center of the universe in that small hallway.

#jamie. jamie. pretty boy jamie.#lampardverse #i wrote a lot yesterday and still have a lot to write (and thankfully free time) today #myfics

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Elvis and Austin!Elvis Ask game:

Thanks for the tags, @aconflagrationofmyown and @mesbouquins !! Let’s start off gently shall we? Because this most definitely devolves into thirsty madness later, you’ve been warned…and also, we are all at various stages in the Elvis fandom, some of us have been suckling the gospel of EP from birth, others just had their sexual awakening with the 2022 movie, and then there’s the ones among us with frickin’ doctorates on the man. All are welcome, it keeps us colorful. Feel free to pick and chose which of these you want to answer

•When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

His was always around--pretty much listened to oldies, Disney, and musicals only when I was a kid. But my first true memories are from my late teens/early 20s because my dad was a huge fan. We got him the mega set of Elvis CDs and he listened to them like crazy. I remember one time it was literally the middle of the night and he was BLASTING Elvis from the huge stereo in the living room! It was hilarious. Then, the REAL turning point was watching That's The Way It Is with my parents. I'd never seen E perform live and it was quite the life changing experience and then I was HOOKED.

•And what was your first impression?

I've always liked his music! I was NOT into the later 70s schtick that was seemingly everywhere, like with the impersonators and such. But with TTWII, I was like, "Holy hell, this guy is crazy talented and mesmerizing and nuts on stage and REALLY GOOD LOOKING" and I couldn't stop watching.

•Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

Lace shirts! I love that he was doing that in the 50's. I am generally not a jumpsuit fan, save for the white rivulet one from TTWII. The white and black herringbone suits from the first Vegas shows in '69 are really where it's at--Those are my faves! EP just doesn't need all the extra embellishment since he's so stunning as is. The ornate jumpsuits just remind me of how he started to go downhill in the 70's with his health and drug use and such. There are only a couple that I can stand, tbh.

•You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

I love the black/pink/white lace shirts/pants combos from the 50's. BUT we all know that I'm living for his scarf era in '69. I'd wear all the scarves!!

•C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

OMG there are SO MANY that I don't even know where to start. "My boy, my boy" and the "touching body with hands--hands with body" from '68 Special. His monologues from Vegas '69. The '72 Elvis On Tour outtakes when he doesn't realize he's being recorded and talks about how he missed the rocket launch because he was "buried in a beaver" kills me. When he tells the TTWII crowd that he's totally insane. Any time he stutters. His speech from the Jaycees makes me cry. I honestly just love listening to him talk.

•Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

They were 1,000% distracting!

•What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

A lot of things! I think a lot about how dedicated he was to his fans, family, and friends at the expense of his own health and wellbeing. I WISH more people knew just how sick he was and how much pain he was likely going through every day just to exist (much less perform) and how he rarely showed it. There was a reason he took all those drugs, ya know? The list of conditions he was suffering from is INSANE, and many of them were inherited or from birth (and not drug related). Of course, the drug use spiraled out of control, but I understand why. His sense of humor. His sensitivity. How charitable he was. Not just officially, but in everyday life, too. He helped raise money to start St. Jude's. He'd give away the shirt off his back. Honestly, there were so many charitable things he did.

•You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

LOL. Welllll, here's the thing. Parker was instrumental in Elvis' rise to fame in the 50s. He had the connections and the carny instincts to get Elvis to the top and I can't help but be glad for that. HOWEVER, I think once E came back from the Army, Parker should have gotten the boot immediately. I would go back to THAT moment, before it all spiraled to try and change things. I would say C and E? I'm not great with confrontation, but with that man, I'd probably want to punch him in the face.

•What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

Austin's overall dedication to his performance and to Elvis and his legacy. The music was amazing. And the last scene, ohhhh, that last scene in '77 was masterfully emotional with the mix of Austin!Elvis into Real!Elvis and the real footage. I LOST MY SHIT when I saw it for the first time (having already been an Elvis fan). I'm not sure I've ever been so emotional over a scene like that. I was having a breakdown in the back of the theater.

•You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

This is SO HARD because I really think it depends on the person you are trying to get to be a fan! I might choose That's The Way It Is for the mix of his humor, rehearsals, and he is just in PEAK vocal and physical form. It has a little bit of everything that makes him who he is. The If I Can Dream performance would be good, too.

•How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

I just...I'm not into babies, man. I can't do it. I'm fine with other people's kids but I want to give them back as soon as it gets dicey. And with EP's Madonna complex, I wouldn't want to cuz then he wouldn't want to have sex with me anymore, soooo...my decision is clear. LOL

•Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

Listen, I'm all for his 50's bedroom BUT the teddy bears in the 50s were creepy! I'd probably say Graceland.

•What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

I think we ALL know my answer to this! Peak Elvis is '68-70, SPECIFICALLY 1969. Followed closely by post-Army 1960.

•How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

Literally had no clue who he was until this movie.

•What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

Oh, lord...can I be all three?? I want to be all three! Naw, but based on my personality, I'd probably end up being the 50's wife material.

•Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

B. I am convinced he was possessed and therefore deserves honorary Southern status.

•Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

HAHAHAHA I'm sure this is a *shocker* but angsty smut or fluffy smut.

•Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

Look, I am not a swallower. I wish I was. I'm not sure I have it in me. I would try for EP but I might risk vomiting all over him, sooooo...

•Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

I think so? I can be a bit shy (LOL i know) but I'd also be dedicated to her son.

•Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

Cars don't do it for me. If it runs and has AC, I'm good. The 50's Caddys were pretty, though.

•What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

Zero to none. UNLESS you count stripping all my clothes off as a distraction, in which case, I would win.

•If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

Oh god. this is so hard for me to put into words. Maybe how amazing his legacy is 45 years after he's been gone and how the love he's spread seems to defy space and time and how he's still managing to help people connect to each other because of him.

•What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

Musical theater! I just have this feeling he would've gotten a huge kick out of the musical SPECTACULARS that came out of the 80's/90's/early 00's. I mean the flashiness of Phantom alone, come on (capes! costumes! gold chandeliers! pretty girls! LOL). And some of the challenging powerhouse voice roles would have been right up his alley, I think. Also that idea that you could be in a musical in a really dramatic role (not the happy-go-lucky stuff he was doing in the 60s) I think might have appealed to him. I think with a little more training and his ability to sing well in so many genres would have suited him well, too.

•What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

"I'm Elvis Presley, and that's what I do!"

•What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

Ugh. You can't do this to meeee. THERE ARE TOO MANY. It depends on my mood! Fine, okay. FINE. I'll choose. But I reserve the right to change my mind. LOL.

Trying to Get to You (live, '68 Special, second sit down show)

Just Pretend (live, That's The Way It Is, midnight show 1970)

Without Love (There is Nothing) (Elvis Back in Memphis 1969--I'm so upset he never did this one live...)

•If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

All his health problems and the fact that they would have killed him early even w/o the drugs. I truly think the drugs would not have been such an issue if he hadn't been suffering so much. Read Elvis: Destined to Die Young by Sally Hoedel. It is incredibly tragic to me how his body failed him and equally tragic how it was so unknown at the time what was wrong and how the sensationalism of the drugs and dying in the bathroom affected his legacy for so long. See my post from the anniversary of his death for more information on this, if you so desire. I will die on this hill of spreading awareness that he wasn't just a burnt out drug addict. I loved the movie, but it's one part that I think really could've been handled better.

•Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

No. EP was one of a kind. I mean, I love music and many different artists, but no one hits the same as Elvis.

•How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

D. Literally D and a little of E. The fact that Baz had the audacity to hit us with Unchained Melody and that real!Elvis montage and THEN slam us with In the Ghetto...I had chills. Still do. And I am not exaggerating in the least when I say I was stifling my gut-wrenching sobs so people wouldn't think I was having a breakdown (I was. I was sobbing and unsure if I could actually get in my car and drive home. Then I cried all the way home. And some more when I got home. Don't judge me, I was going through some things LOL)

•If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

I'm not sure who to tag who hasn't done one already... maybe @fic-over-cannon and @2lekk @ash-omalley @arianatheangel-girl @tiredbuthappy @deke-rivers-1957 @headfullofpresley @dre6ming @kaitaesupremacy or whoever wants to do it, sorry I'm terrible at this part! I want to know about you all!

#tag #tag game #elvis tag game #elvis #elvis presley #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader

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Hair Care (2/2)

Harper and Butch meet up post-Project Purity. Part 1 // 2

Butch didn’t know what to do–people crying had never been something he knew how to deal with. Harper didn’t care–she continued to sob, her entire body heaving. After a split second of absolute panic, Butch started to compartmentalize the situation. Harper had been through a death-defying mission. The one thing she cared about–besides the dog and Charon, of course–was completely ruined. Or, maybe all these tears were saved up from even before all of this: having to leave the vault, losing her dad, finding herself, nearly dying, only having a childhood bully for comfort.

Butch figured a hug would be too much, and maybe even a little weird. He used to harass her, beat her up, even gave her a slightly crooked nose; it made his stomach flip flop at the thought of holding her. Like her skin would bruise just by the mere touch from him.

So, Butch got up and brought her some water in a chipped glass, and a rag for her to blow her nose on. She took the cup and drank deep from it, thankfully stopping her tears, though the rag took a beating as she mopped up snot. Now she looked sick, tired, and her skin was all blotchy. Charon was going to kill him.

“God, it’s so stupid.” Harper sniffed. “I mean–I could’ve died! People did die, and–and all I can do is cry about the fact that I lost my hair!”

It was definitely more about the hair, but Butch followed her lead. “To be fair, it’s a hell of an injustice. God took nearly everything of yours and now he has the balls to try and take your gorgeous ‘do? What a bastard.”

“It didn’t even have the decency to fall out properly!”

“I don’t think the hair gets to decide how it falls out, Harp, otherwise old folks would tell it to thin out even or something.”

“I mean, I guess…” She held out the glass. “More water? I’m fuckin’ thirsty.”

Butch nodded and did just that. It took Harper a little while longer to calm down, and as she did, Butch got to thinking. When she finally settled on cradling the empty cup like a lifeline, Butch carefully reached out and turned Harper’s chin towards him. She let him, eyes red and glassy, and when he let go, she kept facing him. Finally, she tried to smile, even if it looked a bit pained. “What is it, Butch?”

“I could cut it,” offered Butch. “Or, not even cut it, but style what you got. Old man Washington has some preserved magazines from before the war, and they got these gals with some scarf wrapped around their head and it looks real nice. You got enough hair that with enough stylin’ it’d look good until the rest grew back, and it’d keep your head safe from sunburn.”

Harper furrowed her brows. “How much?”

“On the house,” Butch replied. “C’mon. You got fresh water for the entire Capital Wastes, nearly died for it. I think I can afford to give you a haircut for free.”

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#oc: harper donovan #fallout 3 #fo3 #fo3 lone wanderer #butch deloria

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cosmic-aquamarine · 2 years

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rewatching hannibal s3 with first-timer friends and man i can't believe i'm feeling nostalgic over year 20-fucking-15

thirsty scarf dad and we're nakama happened 7 years ago

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #watched 3 episodes today #send me your best scarf dad memes

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avegetariancannibal · 2 years

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If Hannibal hadn’t killed Dimmond, Will eventually would’ve. His jealous streak is both a mile wide and sharp as a dagger.

#hannigram #hannibal #thirsty scarf dad #anthony dimmond

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magnuspng · 3 years

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We can twist ourselves into all manner of uncomfortable positions just to maintain appearances, with or without a breaking wheel.

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TOM WISDOM as ANTONY DIMMOND Hannibal 3.01

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mlobsters · 3 years

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mads and tom's euro-sexiness and who does gillian want back as a love interest with a possible amputee fetish?

hannibal s3e1 antipasto dvd commentary with bryan fuller and gillian anderson (captions by me)

#hannibal #dvd commentary #gillian anderson #bryan fuller #mads mikkelsen #antony dimmond #tom wisdom #thirsty scarf dad #behind the scenes #captioned #bts

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trashcanniballecter · 7 years

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There is only one character I ever call Dad and that's Thirsty Scarf Dad. Like I can't call him anything else. It's like the nightmare stag, I know the real name but I just gotta use the fandom nicknames

#I love Thirsty Scarf Dad #Thirsty Scarf Dad #anthony dimmond #but not like in a daddy kink way #that's just what he's called #he was so thirsty #he wasn't subtle about it At All #hannibal

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amatesura · 7 years

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Palazzo Medici Riccardi, Florence, August 2017

#palazzo medici riccardi #palazzo medici #florence #michelozzo #architecture #in search of the thirsty scarf dad's ghost #cannibal aesthetics #*

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nyxerebus · 3 years

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Not Him (Negan X Grimes!Reader)

A/N: I have a other Negan x Grimes reader series, but this is NOT a apart of that series, just a one shot i wrote :) You can read part 1 of that series here: I'm Her Daddy Now

TW: Gore, Make out, Blood, Angst

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Her back was pressed to the RV. The Saviours had started to force the people from Alexandria to kneel in front of it in a half circle. They hadn't noticed her yet. Would they recognize her? She had changed a lot since the last time she saw her dad and younger brother. Her hair was longer and darker, and her scarf was covering half her mouth and nose. She had started to look more and more like her father though, the famous Grimes stare would stare back at her in the mirror every morning. A cruel reminder of the family she had lost. The family she thought she had lost, until she saw them in front of her now.

Her eyes wouldn't leave her baby brother, how much he had grown! He was not the scared 11 year old she got separated from all those years ago, now he was a tough young man. And by the looks of his eye situation, it had been a long and rough journey since they last saw each other.

“Are we pissing our pants yet?” She rolled her eyes at Negans extravagant entrance. He was always like this, so much. “Boy do I have a feeling we're getting close”

She had been with The Saviours the past two years, been with Negan for one. She wasn't a wife, she was more than that. She was his girl, his right hand woman. By the look of how her father was staring at Negan, telling him about their relationship would be a tough talk. But nonetheless she looked forward to talking with him, to be able to be a family with them. She prayed they would forgive her for being on The Saviours side. Considering what was about to happen. This wasn't the first ‘punishment’ she had been a part of. She knew what was going to happen. She droned out when Negan went on with his speech about how they needed punishment, and how he owned them now. It wasn't until he was deciding who to kill that she focused on the conversation.

“eenie ... meenie ... miney ... mo '' Her blood ran cold when Lucille landed in front of her younger brother. “No!” She heard her father exclaim. “Shit, man. I’m usually not happy about child murdering, but Lucille is a thirsty woman!” He raised the bat. Her body acted before her brain could tell it no. She took long strides and placed herself protective in front of Carl, shielding his body from Lucille.

“Not him” She hissed out. Negan was taken back, usually (Y/N) wouldn't have trouble when he had to punish new communities. “The hell you saying?”

“Not. Him” She glared at him, she would rather die than let anything happen to her brother. Negan leaned down so only she could hear what he was saying. “You know him?”

“He's my brother,” she whispered. Negan took a step back and rubbed his beard. “You know I have to punish them” He gave her a stern look. “You want to kill him? You have to go through me. Take somebody else”.

“Listen folks” He was addressing his men. “Now some new information has occurred and it looks like my girl here knows this boy. Now I am a gentleman” His famous smirke etched its way to his face. “You all know I can't say no to my girl, but my other girl demands some punishment for their actions. Now I want to please both my girls at the same time. So, we spare the boy, but my girl has to choose who will take his place AND finish the job” He held out the end of Lucille to her, while the men in the back murmured in agreement and some even cheered her on.

She grabbed Lucille. “Go get em BabyGirl”. She turned around and faced Carl. He was crying now. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it didn't seem as if it helped. Her eyes danced between the group that was kneeling. Her eyes landed on the large redhead, he pushed up his chest, as if he presented himself as a sacrifice. She walked over and stood in front of him. The dark skinned girl next to him cried out when she realized what was about to happen. (Y/N) was standing in front of him and leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. “I’m sorry”

“Don't worry, if it saves the boy. I’ll gladly take it” She raised the bat. and with all her might swung it down. The sound of the cracking of a skull was a sound all too familiar to her, but she had never heard it when she was the cause. it almost made her stop. But she couldn't stop. She took swing after swing. Knowing how Negan wanted him to end up, to end up in a mess of blood and brain goo. Blood splattered everywhere, and she had to fight back her dinner making its way up when she saw his skin tear and expose his brain. The bat felt heavier and heavier after each blow down onto the man's head. Christ, she didn't even know the name of whom she was killing. Cries and cheers filled the silent night. When she heard the splattering sound of the bat hitting the brain goo, she stopped. She turned around to face Negan, avoiding her family's gaze.

“Look at my dirty girls!” He exclaimed, and pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest. Blood had splattered on her face and upper body, but Negan didn't care. He never cared about blood getting in the way. He grabbed Lucille from her and turned her head sideways, so he could whisper into her ear: “Good Girl”

“(Y/N), I, what-” Rick was trying to speak, the shock of the situation still not leaving him. “I have to say, seeing my girls work together like this, just warms my heart-” He squeezed her closer; “and tickles my balls” He grinned at his men, who mostly chuckled at his crude words. “You can go to him” He whispered and realised his grip on her. She was about to walk away, but was stopped when he grabbed her arm. “Wait” He pulled her back so they were chest against chest. “Give me a kiss first” She just rolled her eyes, knowing he wanted to rub it in Rick's face that his daughter was with them, with Negan. Standing on her toes, she reached up and kissed him, she was going for a simple peck. But he tightened his grip around her and deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and she had to bite back a moan. When he pulled back a string of saliva was still connected between them God, how he loved the look on her face. Covered in blood, with a post makeout haze still in her eyes. He laughed out and realised her. And without being pulled back, she walked over to Carl and kneeled down in front of him.

“Hey” She whispered out, he stared back at her with a dirty glare. But tears of seeing his sister for the first time after thinking she was dead was pressing on. But then one of the guys in the line up jumped up and punched Negan in the face. You gasped and were about to stand up. But Negans men handled it and held him down. “No, nope. Put him back”

She knew what was going to happen, Negan was going to kill one more. She wouldn't let Carl see that, see it again. “Don't look” She pulled him closer so his face was pressed against her chest, face turned the opposite direction of the group. Carl was fighting back, but gave up after his sobs got the best of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her chest. “Shhh”. The sounds of someone else getting beaten and the all too familiar cries filled the air once again. “No!”

“Its going to be okay” She tried to comfort him, “I won't let them hurt you” His sobs got louder when he heard the stuttering of the man who was being beaten; “Maggie I will find you”. He whispered the name of the dead man into her chest. “Glenn” Negan speaking and the cries of the group became just background noise. All she cared and focused on was her brother. She rubbed his head and back, trying to lull him into a calmer state. But she was pulled from her work on comforting her brother when Negan grabbed Rick and pulled him away. “No!” Carl shouted, sitting straight up and separated from her. (Y/N) held Carl back from punching up and attacking Negan. Negan sent (Y/N) a small nod, which she returned with her own nod. They were telling each other without words:

‘I can't promise he wont die’

‘As long as Carl lives, I don't care’

“Calm down Carl!” She held her back. He started to cry again, the fear of losing her father taking its hold on him. (Y/N) wiped his tears, bur cringed when some blood from her fingers stained his cheek. “Come here” He fell into her arms again. She didn't know what to do. She hoped Negan saved her father, but her father was a grown man. Her primary mission now was to secure her brother. And she would be damned if she didn't succeed.

#negan fanfiction #here's negan #negan smith #negan x reader #negan imagine #twd negan #negan #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead negan #rick grimes #grimes reader #grimes family #reader insert #negan smut #daddy negan #carl grimes

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luvnami · 3 years

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𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - aa my first time writing for kny!! i hope you like it~ the title is a play on the word ‘pillars’ lol hopefully that makes sense... enjoy!! likes, comments and reblogs really help me a lot <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - @/amjustagirl (muacks)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - what if the pillars were... cats?

𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢

- the CHONKIEST fella you’ve ever seen in your entire life

- seriously, this cat feels like a brick when you try to pick him up

- yes, his fur is dense. no, he does not get any skinnier when he’s matted down with water

- a lovely, calm cat abandoned by his previous owners because they were moving out of the country

- he loves lazing in the sun and his brown fur turns golden in it!!!

- is a lap cat but doesn’t understand that your legs turn numb way too fast when he’s purring away like a little truck motor

- (his purrs are so deep……. put him on an asmr youtube channel already!!!!)

- once, you had a dream that you were drowning. you found him sleeping on your chest when you woke up gasping for air

- broke a flimsy cat tree once and is now terrified of heights

- a big baby :( kind of needy, always welcomes you at the door when you come home with chirps and gets frisky when you don’t return till late

𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

- …

- the quiet cat that seems like it might murder you in your sleep

- you adopted him together with kanroji because he simply wouldn’t leave her side and wouldn’t leave your side so… yeah

- this cat HATED you at first

- like… he even refused to eat the food that you tried to give him :/// you had to lure him out with some churu

- you once woke up in the middle of the night because you were thirsty and found two glowy things at your bedroom door

- yeah, he was staring at you while you slept

- you didn’t dare to get a glass of water and just went back to sleep

- dark gray short fur with heterochromia! you think that he might be kanroji’s sibling but the centre said that they came in at different times

- he goes crazy for catnip oh my goodness

- he rolls himself in it and purrs so LOUD……….. ok iguro……..

𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢

- so! affectionate!

- you adopted her from a local centre… seriously, who abandoned this pretty baby!!!!!!!

- (iguro insisted on being adopted as well. they come in a pair, do not separate.)

- is a white short fur with heterochromia <333 she looks so magical omg

- when you visited the adoption centre, she wouldn’t stop meowing and curling herself around your legs

- how could you not take her home!!!!!

- she tries to steal all kinds of food (even yours). please don’t own any plants, she will try to chomp them as well

- one time you came back home and heard some loud rustling from the door. you were terrified that it was a thief but when you switched on the lights, the cat had somehow managed to raid your pantry :/

- loves loves loves cuddles!! will even let you touch her soft tummy and play with her toe beans (only for a while though!)

- you wish she’d stop jumping around and getting into the hardest to reach spots…….

- loves trying out new collars, toys and even outfits!

- grooms iguro a lot and loves playing with him <3

𝐤𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮

- y’all know the cats that play nice when you’re petting them and then bite your hand immediately after… yeah

- the childhood cat that gives you trauma after it scratched you one too many times

- but very lovable and social!! loves meeting new people and then giving you a smug look as she crawls into their lap

- is not tempted by treats… she will do a trick when she wants to

- siamese, brown to white with a tail that flicks too much when she’s irritated

- this cat pushes your glass of water off of the table while looking you in the eye

- will lay herself over your keyboard when you’re trying to work

- has and will chew up your socks again

- scratches your furniture even after you sprayed it with that ‘no-scratch’ spray

- HOWEVER she will occasionally let you scritch her chin when she feels amiable…….

- tries to groom you sometimes

- jumps around too much for her (and your) own good. has caused the shattering of many things and now you cannot place fragile objects on shelves

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

- the most!! active and happy tabby cat you’ve ever seen!!!!!

- meow! meow meow meow!

- man i have no idea what you’re saying rengoku but you look happy and adorable so have a treat

- probably a family cat that your dad brought back home (much to mom’s dismay) but he’s part of the family now

- VERY vocal at night no matter how much you try to tire him out in the day… rip

- will wake you up because! human! it is night time and my water bowl is an inch out of place!

- has the most gorgeous coat ever… really. it’s an envy for many cat owners

- he struts around with his head in the air and demands many pets from you while yowling and pawing your leg

- loves outdoor walks, actually. will attack a dog on sight if given the chance so please keep him on a leash

- give him little booties to keep his paws clean!!!!!!!! he fell over the first time you put them on but now he’s used to it and he looks so cute omg

- very nurturing!! takes to other cats very easily and is a joy to have around if you’re fostering other animals (besides dogs)

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢

- this bastard cat

- hisses if you pat him for too long

- hisses if you don’t give him attention

- hisses while you’re pouring out his food and will NOT hesitate to bite you

- if you touch his paw pads, you can goodbye to your fingers

- i’m thinking……. gray shorthair with green eyes!

- probably a stray cat that you took in (which came with a lot of coaxing, snacks and wrangling) who got into one too many fights

- he took a while to get used to staying indoors, often hiding in obscure places and was oddly possessive of your sofa

- no, he did not let you sit on it for a whole month

- he’s very protective and territorial! when he’s feeling like it, he’ll rub against you and get into your closet to curl up and scent your clothes (getting fur all over them)

- once, when you had some friends over, you had to lock him in your bedroom because he wouldn’t stop snarling at them

- no one dares to come over to your place after that

- (he’s secretly addicted to butt pats)

𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

- black shorthair that literally appeared in your house one day

- you have no idea where he came from but you let him stay for a few days and he’s never left since then

- sometimes, he wanders outside (while chasing a butterfly or something...) but always comes back in time for dinner

- has the clearest emerald eyes!!

- he’s so quiet oh my goodness. you swear you’ve never heard him meow or chirp or purr once………. you think he might be a ghost cat sometimes

- moves around silently too. has scared you on more than one occasion when you turned around and found him staring at you, or felt something furry brush against your leg while you weren’t expecting it

- doesn’t initiate affection much but will let you pet and smother him with love!! he kinda just… chills lol

- loves snuggling in the warmest places! sometimes you’ll come home and find a suspicious bump under your covers… lift it and you might find a friend within <3

- hates hate hates collars

- will literally bat at you if you ever try to put one on him

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮

- loves water so much its crazy

- you have to lock your bathroom door because he’s somehow managed to figure out how to open the doors in your house

- like, he’ll actually jump into the shower with you

- you brought him home one day when you found him as a kitten in the rain outside :c (ur the hot anime character now)

- he’s really quiet! rarely meows and prefers to headbutt you (which can be slightly inconvenient, like that one time you were pouring coffee and nearly scalded the both of you)

- his fur is always messy. sticks up everywhere no matter how much you try to brush it

- black fur of medium length and thickness!!! puffs up SO MUCH when winter comes though

- it’s insane, he looks like a ball of soot

- exceptionally fast. when you try to play fetch with him, all you’ll see is a black blur darting back and forth

- easily scared

- you have to be careful when rounding corners or petting him because if he doesn’t expect it he’ll jump like five feet in the air

𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧

- if you do not change his collars or outfits at least once a week or brush him daily he will start yowling

- you decided to adopt him after your neighbour moved to an apartment that didn’t allow cats

- unfortunately, your neighbour was also the most outrageously extravagant person you’ve ever met and spoiled uzui too much

- a good chunk of your monthly spending goes to the cat

- will not eat cheap cat food (how can he tell the difference…?)

- occasionally buries himself in the back of your closet because it’s dark and smells like you but please help me i’m entangled in a scarf and can’t get out!

- loves posing for photographs and being cooed over!! if you run an instagram account for him you’ll be sure to get popular really quickly

- he just… knows the camera is there lol

- hates having his nails clipped omg

- he will run around the house just to escape you and will only be bribed by a fancy new outfit or a churu

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nothingbutimagines · 3 years

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The Set Up (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: Cursing, mentions of drug use, sibling bickering, a bit of angst

Summary: When Y/n comes back home for the holiday season to visit family after another long semester at Uni, her family takes it upon themselves to invite her old crush, Tom, to Christmas dinner in the hopes of setting the two up together.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Oh geez, Christmas is approaching very quickly! Hope you all have been able to get all your Christmas shopping done (I know I haven’t)! Tomorrow is going to be a cute little Harrison Osterfield fic, so keep your eyes peeled, and today is Tom Holland as well as a few other fics I hadn’t gotten the chance to put together until today since I fell ill for a few days.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Y/n, what are you wearing?” Your mother asked, causing you to turn away from the plate of cookies you were eating off of.

“Uh, a hoodie and jeans?” You muttered, your statement sounding more like a question as you paused, mid bite.

“Are you really wearing that to dinner tonight? We’re going to the steakhouse.”

“I mean,” You swallowed, “I have a sweater on underneath.”

“What happened to that cute little dress I left for you on your bed?”

“Mom, no one else is wearing a dress. Why would I?” You asked, brushing your hands off before sighing. “Lucy and Charlie are wearing sweaters and jeans too.”

“Your sisters are younger, they’re hard to get into dresses.”

“They’re 16 and 18. Not that young.” You argued. “I’m not wearing a dress. It’s just dinner with the family. You, me, Dad, Lucy, Charlie, and David. And you have all seen me at my ugliest.”

“Well, what if you run into someone you’re interested in?” Your mother asked, following you closely as you walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“Like who? Tom?” You scoffed. “Mom, I know you love Tom, but I don’t. And I know you want me to get a boyfriend, but this is getting ridiculous. Last Christmas you set me up on a date with Ms. Chasten’s nephew and now you’re telling me to pick up a guy at a restaurant?”

“No, I wasn’t saying Tom. I know you said you no longer have a crush on him, but I’m just saying, what if you see a man you might want to date? Wouldn’t you want to look your best?”

You turned around, placing a hand on your mother’s shoulder as you smiled at her warmly. “Mom, I love you, but I’m not going to get a boyfriend just because you want me to. And I’m sure as hell never seeing Tom again, as much as I know you’d like me to.”

“Are you two ready to get going? We have a reservation to get to.” Your father interrupted, pulling his coat tighter around him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me get my coat on.” You pushed past the two, making your way to the door and grabbing your coat off the rack.

You quickly pulled your hoodie over your head, hanging it up in place of your coat before pulling your coat over you. You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck as the rest of your family began congregating by the door.

“I thought you were going to wear a dress.” Lucy stated, looking up at you as you followed everyone out the door.

“No, I wasn’t. Why is everyone trying to bully me into wearing a dress?”

Lucy shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you’re ugly.”

“You’re ugly.”

“No, I’m not. If anyone is the ugly, it’s David.”

“I heard that.” David grumbled as you piled into the car. “And for the record, if anyone is the ugly one it’s you, Luce. That’s just because you have a bad attitude and make unfunny tik toks.”

“I thought you said you liked my tik toks!”

“I lied.” David stated, turning back around in his seat, now facing forward.

You laughed as he turned, only to receive a small pinch on your arm from Lucy, who was pouting beside you like a child.

“Ow! That hurts, you brat!” You gasped, pushing her away and knocking her into the side of the car. “Luce, you’re like 16, cut it out!”

“And you’re like 21 but I have a boyfriend and you don’t!”

“That’s not even a valid argument in this conversation.”

“I know, I was trying to be a bitch.”

“You’re already a bitch. You don’t even have to try.” David interrupted, turning back around to face you both.

“Dad! David called me a bitch!” Lucy whined as you rolled your eyes, gazing into the eyes of your younger brother who had the same expression on his face.

“David,” Your father gazed back into the rear view mirror, “it’s not polite to talk about other people’s shortcomings.”

You started to laugh loudly, giving your younger sister a shove as the car slowed to a stop in the restaurant parking lot.

“I hate you all.” Lucy pouted, shoving you back as you all climbed out of the car.

“I can’t believe I still have to say this,” Your mother shook her head as you all walked into the lobby of the restaurant, “be on your best behavior, all of you, okay?”

“Hey!” Charlie spoke up, making you realize you had forgotten she was even there. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t say anyone did anything, I am just reminding you all that this is a very special evening, okay?”

You nodded, still chuckling as you glanced over at your brother, who still had the same smirk on his face as he had in the car. You followed the group along with the hostess to your table, taking a seat before realizing there was an extra place setting beside you.

“Oh, uh, I think there’s a mistake here.” You waved the hostess over. “There should just be six place settings.”

The hostess frowned slightly, confused. “Oh. I thought the reservation said seven people.”

“It did.” Your mother interrupted. “The other guest will be here shortly, thank you.”

You watched the hostess nod and walk away. You turned back to your mother, furrowing your brows as you looked at her, confused.

“I’m sorry, who else is joining us?” You asked, the confusion evident in your tone.

“Tom!” Your mother smiled, her line of sight leading above you as you followed it, to come face to face with the boy she was referring to.

“Hello, Mrs. L/n, and everyone else. Sorry I’m a bit late, there was some traffic.” Tom explained shyly, slipping his coat off and hanging it on his chair as he took a seat beside you. “Hi, Y/n.”

“Hi, Tom.” You nodded at him as the inner turmoil had begun to stir in the back of your mind.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it, we were just seated.” Your mother waved, almost as if she was apologetic herself. “I’m just glad you could make it.”

“I think I’m going to go to the bar to get something to drink.” You announced, rising from your seat as you grabbed your small purse. “David, why don’t you come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m all that thirsty.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You muttered, giving him a look as he rose from his seat, now following you away from the table and in the direction of the bar.

“Before you say anything-”

“How could you not have told me Tom was coming?” You snapped, causing the younger man to flinch.

“Uh.” David averting your gaze, trying to find something to say.

“Since when do you keep secrets?”

“Since when do you cower at the sight of men?” David retorted, taking a seat on a bar stool as you followed in suit.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And you didn’t answer mine.” He huffed. “Ladies first.”

“Ugh, fine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I cower at the sight of Tom since he came with to drop me off at uni last year.”

“Why? I thought that went really well.”

“No, it didn’t. You were high the entire trip anyway, I doubt you remember it at all.”

“Wait, so you didn’t share a kiss with Tom?” He asked, scratching his head. “Cause I didn’t think that was a weed hallucination, but now I’m not sure.”

“No, I did kiss Tom. But, that’s not the problem.” You shook your head. “I kissed Tom outside my building when you and Charlie were still packing up the car, which is why you remember seeing that, but then I ran off before he could say anything because it was obvious how he felt about me by the way he reacted to the kiss.”

“The way he reacted? What does even that mean? Like he didn’t kiss back?”

“Uh, yeah. Not at all. So I ran off and avoided his texts and calls forever and I haven’t talked to him since because it’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t you think maybe he didn’t kiss back because he was in shock?” David suggested, letting you think for a moment as he turned away to order a few drinks.

You thought for a moment, unsure of your own memories from the trip. You could only remember small portions of events, such as smoking with your siblings and Tom, Tom pulling you aside to talk, and you kissing him. You paused, going back to the earlier memory of Tom asking to talk to you. What was he wanted to talk about? You couldn’t remember and didn’t get the chance to dig around your own thoughts as David snapped his fingers at you.

“Hey, earth to Y/n. I got our drinks, let’s get back before Mom sends a search and rescue team.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You got up from your seat, drink in hand as you followed him to the table and took your seat beside Tom.

“Y/n,” Tom glanced over at you, a bright smile on his face, “your mother was just telling me you got on the Dean’s list?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, placing your drink down on the table and placing your napkin in your lap, attempting to avoid eye contact.

“It’s not that great, I mean, as long as you get over a 3.5, you’re on the list.” You explained, shrugging it off.

“No, no, that’s way cooler than anything I’m doing. I mean, I’m just an acting major. You’re doing what? Pre-med?”

“Pre-law.” You corrected. “Pays about the same and is not as much schooling. But, acting sounds really cool. Sounds more fun.”

Tom shrugged. “I guess. I mean, I’m taking this improv class and it’s absolutely the worst thing I could’ve taken.”

“Oh! I take improv at school!” Charlie chimed in, excitedly bouncing in her seat.

“Oh yeah?” Tom raised a brow, taking a drink from his glass before setting it down beside yours. “Maybe after we have dinner, you can show me some of your skills.”

Charlie shook her head. “I never said I was any good.”

The table erupted in a bout of laughter as you gave a small chuckle, your mind elsewhere while you picked up your glass, taking a drink of it.

“Uh, I think that’s mine.” Tom leaned over, his breath hot on your ear as he spoke lowly.

You choked on the drink a bit, coughing slightly as you set the glass down and looked at him apologetically.

“Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s alright. It’s not like we haven’t exchanged spit before.” Tom stated coolly, smirking slightly.

“I don’t backwash into drinks.” You retorted, attempting to not acknowledge his last statement fully.

“I don’t know, you might.” Tom said, picking up the glass and swirling it around with his hand, pretending to inspect it.

“Well, if you’re so worried, I’ll buy you another drink.”

“Oh, I’m not worried, but if you’re offering another drink, I will gladly take it.”

“Hey, lovebirds, I’d look at the menu if I were you, otherwise Mom’s going to order for you.” David interrupted, nodding towards the waitress that was at the table.

You gave him a glare before looking down at your menu, deciding to order the first thing you set your eyes on since you didn’t have much time before the waitress’s attention was on you.

“I see your brother is still snappy as ever.” Tom muttered after the moment of silence you shared.

“You know how he is. He’s not so bad with me, definitely on his last straw with Lucy, though.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the waitress. You quickly ordered your food, Tom doing the same before you turned your attention back to the conversation.

You weren’t sure what the young man’s plan was, why he was so insistent on talking your ear off when you had practically ghosted him like an ex-boyfriend for almost a year prior to the current exchange. You wanted to shrug it off, but you couldn’t get past it and it tortured you more for Tom to be so kind to you than it had ignoring him.

It’s not that you were okay with ghosting him in the past, in fact, you felt like it was a true breakup without you having ever been with Tom. It was a stupid, little interaction that you could’ve talked about and explained away had you actually given him a chance to speak to you, but instead you let your own pride get in the way of that.

“Y/n, did you hear what I said?” Tom asked, his hand resting on yours.

You blinked for a moment, clearing your throat and slipping your hand from under his as you shook you head. “No, sorry, what did you say?”

“Oh, don’t take it personally, Tom,” Your father started, “Y/n’s always in her own head. She never really hears anyone.”

“Dad, it’s fine.” You shook your head again. “What did you say, Tom?”

“I asked if you wanted to get a drink and speak privately for a moment.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“I think it is,” Your mother stated, now interrupting. “You two go ahead. We’ll come get you when the food comes.”

You mentally cursed yourself and your parents as you followed Tom’s motions, setting down your napkin alongside his and rising from your seat. You allowed him to place a hand on your lower back and guide you away from the group and to the bar, much to your own internal dismay.

“We need to talk.” Tom stated, taking a seat at the empty bar as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Is that why you came tonight? Just to confront me? You could’ve just called if you wanted that.”

“I would’ve if you didn’t block me.” Tom asserted himself before pointing to the empty seat beside him. “And have a seat, please, it’s weird that you’re just standing there.”

You took a seat beside him, leaning away from him and against the bar, as if you wanted to put as much space between you both.

“I came tonight because I wanted to see you, not just talk about how you drop kicked me out of your life.”

“I wouldn’t say I drop kicked you...”

“You kissed me, ran away in a split second, and then proceeded to block me. I think that is the definition of drop kicking someone.”

“Actually, I think it’s when you jump up and kick someone.” You joked, attempting to redirect the conversation away from your mistakes.

“I’m about to drop kick you if you don’t take this seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Drop kicking me or making a joke out of it when I’m trying to be vulnerable with you?”

“Both.” You shifted in your seat, uncomfortable and feeling as though you were a child about to go to the principal’s office. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, I think I’m just trying to protect my own.”

“David’s right, you are selfish and trying to talk to you was a mistake.” Tom shook his head, rising from his seat.

“Tom, wait.” You grabbed his arm, only for him to shake you off.

“I have been waiting, Y/n. I’ve been waiting the past year for you to talk to me or be willing to see me and every time I think you will, you disappoint.”

“Tom, I-”

“You know, I begged your parents to let me come here to see you, to spend time with your family? They didn’t ask me. Once I realized you were never going to speak to me again over something so stupid, I had to swallow my own pride, unlike you, just to see you again.” Tom ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm down as he looked away from you. “I swallowed my own pride to see you choking on yours and still acting as if I was the one in the wrong somehow. You kissed me, you blocked me. You didn’t even let me assess the situation before you did it for me and now I’m the bad guy?”

“I don’t think you’re a bad guy.”

“Really? Because both Charlie and David have said multiple times that you claim that I rejected you when I never did. That you could just tell that I didn’t like you so you pushed me away when the truth was that I did like you. God, Y/n, I’d been in love with you since primary school and the one time I realized you reciprocated feelings, you ran away like you hadn’t.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” You cried, falling back into your seat. “I didn’t think it would be a huge deal until it was and I was scared that the outcome of my actions wasn’t going to be the one I had been hoping for. When I kissed you, you didn’t seem to like it and when I ran, you didn’t chase after me and I took that as you not liking me and wanting to get the fuck out of the situation.”

“But that’s what I’m saying, Y/n! You’re always so focused on yourself that you don’t even realize how other people are feeling. I tried to run after you, I did, but I lost you halfway up the stairs and I couldn’t remember your room number.” Tom explained, exasperated. “I even tried to call but you didn’t pick up and your brother and sister convinced me it was best to just go home so we did. I thought you needed space, but once it got to be so long, I didn’t know what to do.”

“You really chased after me?”

“Of course I did. I loved you, Y/n. I wanted to be with you. I’m here because I still do, but I’m starting to think this was a mistake. I should go, I shouldn’t have come in the first place.”

Tom straightened up before turning on his heel and starting to walk back to the table to collect his things and leave.

You watched as he did so, something in you pulling you up off of your seat and making you grab him by the arm even though you wanted to cower away like you once had before.

Tom turned towards you, about to say something when you collided your lips with his, the action feeling more natural than it had the first time you kissed him. He melted into you, his free hand resting on your hip as he kissed back, causing you to smile at the gesture before pulling away.

“Please, Tom, don’t go.” You whispered. “I want you to stay. I want to make it up to you for all the heartache and lost time. I never meant to hurt you and I was being selfish and that wasn’t fair. I want to try to work something out with you.”

“If I stay will you buy me that drink you promised?”

“I’ll do anything if you stay.”

Tom looked away for a moment, as if he was pondering something. “Hmm. I’ll think about it.”

“Tom, please.”

“Fine, I will stay, but only because I already ordered food.” Tom joked, raising his hands defensively as you pouted and gave him a look. “I’m kidding! I want to stay and work something out, I swear.”

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