Free My Mans Jake Lockley

Heartbeat

Summary:

You've always been known as Flash's cousin - the hard-of-hearing person who's lived with him since she was seven. Everyone sees you as a kind, bubbly person who can keep Eugene Thompson in line. No one knows exactly why you have so much power over Flash and Peter becomes curious when you reach your junior year of high school. When you're thrown together for a school project, Peter promises himself that he's going to find out why you're so hesitant to reveal your home to him. A single assignment could lead to more than you two ever imagined.

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Prologue

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The Weight of The World

Summary:

You are special. You’ve always known this, it’s always been a fact. The first time you found that out you were six. You discovered during a grueling night at home that you could sense the present, past, or future physical and emotional states of other people. You are clairsentient. Yearning to use your power to its full potential, you become a doctor. You haven’t always had it easy and you seem to get a lot more on your plate when Tony Stark bursts through the ER doors late one night with his best friend on a stretcher behind him. Did you know that one man could suffer so greatly?

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Prologue (coming soon)

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My Stranger things 4 controversial opinion...

Eddie and Steve have the potential to be what harringrove could have never had (because Eddie is essentially what a lot of people wanted/imagined Billy to be)

Book: None!

Word count: 939

Summary: Draco and Isobel find a moment of solitude. 

Drabble, Cut Scene, or Request: Very short request from my best friend.

They had taken a moment to escape from the annual ball of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, needing to get away even for a second from the strict views of the committed Death Eaters and their children. Draco, in his moment of craving to get away, had pulled Isobel out of his parents’ ballroom and up to his own room. It had been almost an instant reaction for one to charm the door shut, while the other placed a spell around the room to make it impossible for anyone else to listen in.

The smile that Isobel offered him, one of relief and unadulterated happiness, almost made him weak at the knees. When she smiled, it reminded him of the sun peaking through the dreary storm clouds - a glimpse of better days that he knew they could get to. And he loved being able to bask in her light, taking in her warmth and allowing it to let him give a soft smile back.

And it’s almost like she can tell how scared he is. She can almost instantly read his tense posture and see through his badly pieced together facade. She moved almost instantly to turn on the radio he had in his room, letting the soft sounds of lullaby-esque music to flow throughout his cleaned bedroom. The way she offers him her hand makes his heart skip a beat, and he forgets for a moment. He forgets about the gathering going on downstairs, forgets about the war lingering on the horizon, forgets about how they will never truly be able to make their own choices. instead, he focuses on gently pulling her against his body - one arm wrapping around her waist as the other alters his grip on her hand. He slowly begins to sway them to the music, appreciating the way her hair sways with them - falling down her back in soft curls.

She looked beautiful. She always did, in his opinion, but tonight she seemed to be even more radiant. Her slight curves were being hugged by an emerald green dress, bringing out the speckles of green in her irises. The color, he thought, suited her perfectly. But he imagined, for a tiny moment, the way she might one day look in a stunning ivory dress that she would carefully pick out. The thought that she would someday belong to someone else hurt him, wounded him deeply, but just to see her in a dress that color would be an honor. Whoever her father betrothed her to wouldn’t be anywhere near worthy enough for her. She was one in a hundred million, a comet streaking so fast past the earth that he was scared he would miss her if he took his eyes off of her for even a second. She was the type of person that men prayed to be with, that any man would be lucky enough to one day call her his wife.

He took a second and let go of her waist, using their interlaced hands to twirl her away from him. The giggle it incited from her made his heart skip a beat, his smile lighting up his face. That was one of his favorite sounds, aside from - perhaps - her soft singing or when she would read to him or even when she would hold conversations with him. Here, in his room, was the only place he yearned to be. With her, dancing to a song he hadn’t heard since he was a child. The moment was perfect to him; life couldn’t get much better. 

He pulled her back to him, heart warming at the soft blush on her cheeks and the adoration twinkling in her bright eyes. She was so full of light, of hope, and he was soaking in every second that he could. Because he knew they would have to leave and go back to the others, to act like this secret moment between them hadn’t taken place. And so he twirled her again, yearning to hear the sound of her laughing, and then he pulled her into a gentle dip, eyes gleaming with happiness. Here, in this moment, she was all his - only his, and that was all he had ever wanted. It was all he knew he would ever need, especially to get through this rocky life he had been given. 

The way she looked, her hair flowing behind her as she smiled brightly at him, made him want to risk everything. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and ask her to run away, to go off and live a life together - away from their families, the impending war, the Dark Lord. He wanted to risk everything to keep her looking this happy, to help preserve the way she was shining. He wanted to risk their friendship, risk years of memories and love and happiness, and try for something more. All he wanted was for her to be his, but he was afraid that she might not feel the same way.

He pulled her close to him again, heart starting to pull with the weight of what they would be thrown back into when they left his room. And he almost asked her to stay, to help him pack before they would sneak off to her house, to help her pack, and then to run away. It took everything in him not to plead with her to do so. Instead, he gently cupped her cheeks in his hands as the song began to slow to an end, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before he turned to lead them both back downstairs.

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Jake the Gatekeeper

So, anyone else want to talk about Jake being the gatekeeper? And how in death, Jake had been locked up and prevented from doing his job? YET HE STILL DID IT.

So what is a gatekeeper? Please feel free to correct me because sometimes my meaning gets lost in my inability to language at times... But they are in charge of keeping things running. Keeping people where they need to be and keeping memories and ares of the inner world locked off from those not meant to see.

Basically they go, "That memory? That memory only causes you to be in horrible pain. You don't need to keep looking at it." And they lock it up. Sometimes in a room, sometimes in a box, sometimes just somewhere out of reach.

They also go, "Hey. You shouldn't be fronting right now" and they can pull you out of that seat. They are grounding. They can help people stay grounded, they can help people front. They are in charge of keeping the traffic flow going. It's sort of a big deal.

Some never front. They have a lot going on inside and they like to stay there. Some front a lot, letting others rest, giving themselves time out.

(Side tangent, I know a system where the gatekeeper was having a stressful time thanks to a new medication. They decided to take a day off and didn't tell anyone else. They just went to their area and disappeared for a day. The rest of the system went into PANIC mode for the whole day. Someone that usually only fronts for an hour at a time got stuck in the front position for the day and couldn't switch out, everyone else didn't know what to do and ran around looking for the gatekeeper. When they finally came back it was a lot like that scene from community where he walks in and everything is on fire).

SO. Marc and Steven have no idea about Jake, about what he does, and how important he is. If we follow that Steven holds emotional/spiritual protector and Jake holds gatekeeper AND physical protector, Jake is a busy man.

When they die, things get a little messed up. Steven is locked up, Marc is lost in his own tormented emotions/memories/thoughts and whatever else the afterlife is doing to him, and Jake is locked up.

Here's the interesting part. Was Marc even supposed to find Steven? Was it a fluke? Did Marc choose to find Steven because he needed his emotional support? I believe yes. He has to OPEN the door to get into Steven's room and then free Steven from the sarcophagus that is closed.

YET: Just down the hall from Steven's room, there is an OPEN DOOR and the Sarcophagus is upright and halfway through the damn doorway.

He can't get out because Marc does not let him. Marc is in control here and he is not ready to know about Jake. BUT LOOK AT HOW FAR JAKE IS TO GETTING OUT ON HIS OWN.

Even more, most of the doors are STILL LOCKED.

Steven happens into the important door and locks Marc out. Marc can't get into these doors on his own. Only Steven is actually opening doors here. When Marc is in panic mode, none of the doors open. The only door he actually gets through on his own opens by itself, inviting him in. Steven is already there, ready for Marc to come back.

Steven is navigating the memories, probably with the help of what ever if happening in the Duat, but he is still in control. Even falling into the memory of the night Marc met Khonshu.

But what if Jake is the one navigating them? The doors are locked. The memories are a mess. Jake can't get out, but he still might have control. What if he's the one that let Randall out to guide Steven? What if he's the one that pulls them through the never ending staircase of pain? Lets them fall into the desert with Khonshu?

What if Jake understands that it's time to let Steven do his job because he can't? What if he realizes at long last that it's time that Steven knew about his own job? Marc is spiraling and becoming too destructive. Too much is at stake and Marc would rather just die than face anything. So finally as they die, Jake is like, "Steven, I can't do this. It's your turn." And the gates are opened.

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Book: Cacoethes

Word count: 903

Summary: Draco and Isobel find each other after the war.

Drabble, Cut Scene, or Request: Cut Scene. This was one of the original thoughts of an ending of Cacoethes

Her body is aching, and it’s far beyond what she’s afraid she can process. She knows her adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet - she’s still on edge, heart racing fast as the dark claws of panic threaten to drag her to a place she’s not sure she’ll be able to return from. Her blood is pulsing, rushing, racing through her veins and her eyes are closed tightly - head tilted back in a fashion that would have her staring at the sky. She had collapsed onto the ground as soon as she had discovered that the war was finally over.

Her moment of chaos, of reveling in everything she had had to do, of considering her panic, was interrupted by a soft touch on her shoulder. Her eyes opened to show her Neville. She swore she felt her heart start cracking the second she realized that Draco hadn’t found her. She took his hopeful expression in, letting it warm her cooling bones as he offered her a hand out of the hole she was spiraling into.

“There’s a lot of people still alive, Is. Madam Pomfrey needs help healing them. I looked everywhere to find you.” Neville blurts out, making it difficult for her to follow as his words slurred together.

He carefully slung her arm around his shoulders before his own reached out to support her around her waist. The close proximity made it easy for her to focus on his breathing, to concentrate on something other than the ache in her chest from her pessimistic thoughts. She can’t focus on losing her rock; the one thing that never deviated from her life, that never abandoned her in her time of need. 

Her body is worn out. The way she barely trudged alongside Neville shows that. She has to concentrate on her feet, focus on them moving in time with his in Order to keep his pace. She’s grateful, entirely, for him being by her side. For him finding her. It wasn’t the person she was hoping for, waiting for, but she knew that she was just as lucky to have it be her second longest friend. She couldn’t handle losing both of them. 

A part of her wondered if Neville was aware of what she was thinking - he always had that sixth sense of what was running through her head. She could tell he was trying to keep positive and she had to let his energy flow through her. The optimism was what she needed, was what all the wizarding world needed, after such a dark night.

She was starting to get so lost in her thoughts that she barely registered that her friend had pulled her to a stop. Her eyes met his in confusion, unaware of what had caused the tears in his eyes or the giant smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t have to say much. All he had to do was look straight ahead, and her eyes followed.

She swore that her heart completely stopped. Standing there, at the entrance to the castle, was her best friend. He looked worse for wear - his green eyes filled with panic, his uniform soiled by the confines of war, his hair pointing every which way. She knew without a doubt that he had been running his hands nervously through his hair, trying to find some way to ground himself to the world because she hadn’t been near him. She knows the exact moment his eyes meet hers; his posture relaxes, his eyes glimmer with tears of relief. Her whole body becomes overwhelmed with relief, her mind immediately telling her she has to go to him. She has to make sure it’s actually him.

She separates herself from Neville, throwing her body forward without even thinking of the pain she’ll be in from all the fighting. She stumbles, barely catching her balance before she almost topples over. She feels pain erupt all around her body, but she pushes it back - shoves it in some place so dark that she’ll attend to it later, after she’s made sure her best friend is alright. The paces between them were timeless, second-less, and before she knows it she’s crashing into his body.

Her arms grasp tightly around his shoulders, one of her hands even going so far as to bury itself within his ratted hair. His arms lock around her - she can tell one is around her waist, one around her back. And she doesn’t care how tightly he’s holding onto her, because she knows that she is clinging onto him like her life depends on it. His warm breath is hitting her neck, and she can tell his face is hidden there in the crook of it. She’s not sure how she managed to wrap her legs around his waist, how her tired body is so capable of clinging to him in the midst of the pain threatening to overwhelm her.

But he’s here. He’s holding her, hugging her, clinging to her. And he’s alive. He’s breathing and real and tangible and he’s crying. She knows she should pause, she should be worried - but she doesn’t. She lets her wall come crashing down. Her emotions, her pain, her suffering - it all comes down around her in waves, drowning her as she clings to her rock. She knows she still has her home and, finally, she lets herself crumble within the safety of his hold.

Hey all. I know I’ve been uber slow at getting anything up recently, but I’ve been so busy trying to move myself to a new city while also job hunting and other things of the like. I do want to say that I do allow commissions! If you want a reader insert with a certain character with a certain prompt (or anything of the like), feel free to shoot me a message (or even donate to my ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/neighborhoodparker ). Thanks for turning in!

Talking To The Moon

Summary:

Fury decides to send Peter, Tony, and Steve on a mission to a HYDRA warehouse. In their attempts to retrieve requested files, Peter stumbles upon a nauseating sight. You have been strapped to a table, face down - and there are gaping wounds covering every part of your body. Steve and Tony soon join him; deciding that they cannot leave you here alone. They bring you back to the Avengers tower in hope that they can save you from the damage that HYDRA has inflicted.

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Chapter 1 (coming soon)

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