#if I should upload the first chapter and do it chapter by chapter

[lostinlovingrevery]

Stay in My Corner

Chapter 2 - Stay, Go

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You and Logan discuss his next move

A/N: I was planning to upload a chapter once a week but lets have two chapters this week <3 also a little short but sweet.

Warnings: Fluff, first kisses, implied sexy time at the end ;)

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“Are you feeling better?” 

Logan nodded, handing you a root beer. He sat down next to you with a groan. “Been fine.”

“Sure, after nearly dying on top of the Statue of Liberty. Totally fine.” 

“Mm. I’ve had worse happen.” He sips his own root beer casually, then looked at you. You smiled at him. 

“You should be more careful.” 

“I always am.” 

“You- a man with metal bones, literally threw yourself at a guy who controls metal. That doesn’t scream caution.” 

“I ended up fine didn’t I?” He looks at you, a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Thanks to you.” 

You tilted your head, shooting him a look. “Yeah okay, maybe, it doesn’t mean you should go throwing yourself in harms way. ” 

He doesn’t respond, just looks away at the wall as he sips his drink again. You observed his face, noticing the crease in his brows, the frown set on his lips. Eyes focused but not on the bookshelf- somewhere else in his mind. 

“Is there something on your mind Logan?” You asked, placing your hand over his. He seemed to jump out of his thoughts, eyes glancing down to where your hands touched, then met your concerned gaze. 

He sighed, looking away. A heartbeat passed, then he looked at you again, his gaze falling back down to your hand. “While I was out I was having these…Flashes, memories..I think Charles may have unlocked something when he was prying around in my head.”

You listened, turning your body to face him on the couch, resting your head on the back cushion and squeezing his hand. “What was it?” 

“I don’t know.” He says. “I think it’s got something to do with what happened all those years ago. a lake. Lake Akali, up North.” 

“Are you thinking about going?” You ask. 

“Yeah. I…I need to find out what happened.” He looks back up at you. “Felt like I’ve been stuck all this time.” 

You nodded. “You should go.” Your thumb brushed over his knuckles gently, and you could see the small hitch in his breath from your touch. “You need to know. It’ll bring you some peace.” 

“Yeah….” 

His hand turned, taking yours in it. You noted how warm it felt- how yours seemed to fit in his perfectly. The way he was admiring the union told you that he must feel the same way. 

Since Logan has been here, there was an undeniable attraction between you both- something magnetic, constantly bringing you side to side no matter where you were. Shared glances, flirting that made Scott gag, and a constant need to find some way to touch the other. The entire team noticed. Jean has chatised you for your taste in men, Ororo has pushed you to pursue it further, and Charles merely winked at you- which was extremely cryptic but you accepted that as his support. 

“Would you come back?” You broke the silence. While you would support him in whatever he wanted to do- you merely were just getting to know each other, and there was no reason for him to come back. The mansion, the X-men, were just a strange experience of his apparently long life. He didn’t want to stay before and even though you all went through the same fight; you’re not sure if he’s changed his mind.  

He glanced up at you, and a faint smirk growing on his face. 

“Would you want me to?”

Your heart fluttered. You could have countered with something witty, something flirty, the way you’ve been- tip toe around the feelings. This time, you felt actions would be better than words. 

You took your hand from his, bringing it up to his jaw. You leaned forward to press your lips to his, gentle- giving him room to pull away but he only deepened the kiss. He leaned forward, one hand now climbing into your hair, urging you closer as the other rested on your thigh. You felt him squeeze it.

Mirth escaped you and he only smiled into the kiss in response. 

“Does that answer your question?” You parted from his lips. He hums in response. 

“Yeah- but now…”

“What?” You asked in concern. 

“Now, I don’t know if I could leave this.” He murmurs into your lips, nose bumping into yours, his hand was sliding up your thigh. Another small laugh escapes you. 

You could ask him to just stay- but you’ve seen the pain in his eyes, he was lost, he’d never be able to move on if he didn’t find out what happened to him 15 years ago. He hasn’t been able to move on, in an endless loop of cage fighting, drinking, and living in motels and a shitty camper- which was destroyed anyway. 

You liked Logan, a lot. This could get complicated, but you wanted to support him. 

“Stay for one more night then.” Your hands climbed into his hair. You pressed another kiss to his lips. “Go in the morning- take one of the cars. But-” You pulled away, hand coming down to grip his chin between your thumb and forefinger, “You have to promise, once you go there and find what you’re looking for, you come back. Got it?” 

He smiled. “Yeah, sweetheart, got it.” 

You didn't know he already decided that he was going to come back to you no matter what.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pushing you down on the couch as his hand trailed up your shirt and he slots himself between your thighs. A lingering thought in the back of his mind- something he doesn’t voice, not for a long time anyway. 

Maybe you are what I’m looking for.

[joyridingmp3]

at this point this fic is writing itself.

[dafpork]

the thoughts are returning (making a comic adaptation of the actor au alongside the actual writing)

[aphel1on]

the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place

[shadowlikesvsynth]

Because I am worried about something

I am writing a fic, and in this fic there is a character that isn't going to appear until the last two chapters-- of which I am unlikely to get to before I begin gradually publishing the fanfic meaning depending on when I start uploading it could be upwards of 6 months before this character gets introduced.

For more context on why I'm scared about it: the character has only 1-2 fics with them in it so far and I'm afraid people will feel misled if I tag them before they get mentioned

[ceiling-karasu]

Poll: For the next AU

Since the Wolf Unit hunts enemy scouts with deadly accuracy, I think I might want to work on the disguises and how the scouts protect their identities. Obviously, fur dye with Juldarami with the stripes, and trimming the extra fur tufts that grow in during the winter as in the first AU. But the question is, why would he have stripes?

From what I have researched, red squirrels are determined by a lighter lower half and a darker top half, with a phenotype of darker patches on the head and top, but I don't see a phenotype for multiple stripe looking patches.

I HAVE, however, found lots of sources for several species of Striped Squirrel's found in Asia.

Swinhoe's Striped Squirrel (left) and the Three Striped Ground Squirrel (middle), for instance, look very similar to Juldarami.

He can also be a bit more brash, and I feel like he has a different sounding voice, than the other squirrels.

I saw in a YouTube video once that darami means both squirrel and chipmunk in Korean. But if they said 'red squirrel,' then they would also need to say 'brown hedgehog,' or something like that, and by that point the mouthfeel is off.

Juldarami is supposedly archaic slang for chipmunk, which is in turn slang for striped, so it is one big circle there that leads back into striped squirrel. Plus, he is too large, and the 'stripes' are in the wrong area and colors for a chipmunk.

Feel free to add anything!

[sankttealeaf]

might be super brave and upload my new ruetash fic. we'll see

[narugen]

feeling bad again 😧

[httpsserene]

hobby hopper — 𝐟𝐚. 𝟏𝟒 fernando alonso x brazilian!fem!reader requested! by @loomiscorpse. smau. fluff and humor.

synopsis: nobody can keep up with your growing list of hobbies, except fernando.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. written for @loomiscorpse 🤍 i promised that i would write this for you in july and i finally found the time to fulfill it! this is how i learned fernando has a back tat. what rock have i been living under? happy reading, babes xxx

(in case i'm m.i.a., there's a category 5 hurricane that's looks pretty serious. i'm probably going to have a power outage. prayers to anyone else in the path of the storm, evacuate if you're on the west coast, and stay safe.)

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igstory • yourinstagram just uploaded!

[caption1; sip and paint with the ladies 👩🏽‍🎨🎨 carmenmmundt kellypiquet][caption2; for my first painting, this is good right?]

alexandrasaintmleux: i'll put it in a gallery 🤩 alexandrasaintmleux: i can't believe i'm friends with the best artist of our time 😌 yourinstagram: alex pleaseee omg 😳🤭 yourinstagram: you realize that means you think i'm better than claude monet right ? alexandrasaintmleux: ,,,second best artist of our time yourinstagram: 😆😆😆

fernandoalo_official: looks beautiful 😍 yourinstagram: you really think so??? fernandoalo_official: yes i like what you did with the colors and brush strokes of course yourinstagram: what detailed compliments meu bem 😂

carmenmmundt: i still don't believe that you've never painted before 🤨 carmenmmundt: you did so well !!!!!! yourinstagram: thank you my love 🥰 yourinstagram: i think i am going to keep painting. it was very fun! carmenmmundt: you should! you're quite good at it :)

instagram • yourinstagram

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yourinstagram encontro noturno em cores 🖼️

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user1: ptbr to eng translation "date night in color 🖼️"

user2: wow!!! you improved so much already! have you been taking lessons?

➥ yourinstagram: thank you! the only lessons i'm learning are from youtube haha ➥ yourinstagram: and i have painted every day since i started! ➥ user3: you definitely have a natural talent for this! and a lot of potential!!! ➥ user4: it's taken me years to develop a minimal understanding of color theory and shadows. she's done it in two weeks 😕

user5: i know leonardo hates that he didn't paint this 😩😩😩

➥ user6: he's rolling in his grave for sureeee 🙂‍↕️ ➥ user7: bitch why tf would a ninja turtle be mad about this ☠️ ➥ user8: leonardo DA VINCI YOU UNEDUCATED CUR ➥ user7: my fault forgot the turtle wasn't the only person named leo 🫣🫠 ➥ user8: HOW DO YOU FORGET THE MAN WHO PAINTED THE MONA LISA ⁉️⁉️⁉️

pepemartiofficial: i loved doing art in school! i can teach you a few things if you want 😁😁😁

➥ yourinstagram: you mean primary school? which was like last year for you? i think i'll pass garoto 🥴 ➥ fernandoalo_official: josep maria marti sobrepepa don't piss me off. ➥ fernandoalo_official: test me and you can say goodbye to a formula one seat. ➥ user9: ain't no way pepe just tried to step to fernando's girl who's TEN !!! years older than him ➥ pepemartiofficial: shhh i can be mature for her 🤤 ➥ fernandoalo_official: count your days 🥱

carlossainz55: the painting is really good, you made the water look so realistic!

➥ yourinstagram: obrigada carlitos! ➥ carlossainz55: where's fernando's painting 😈 ➥ yourinstagram: it was very good! but he did not want me to post a photo of it :((( ➥ fernandoalo_official: it was very ugly carlos 🙄 ➥ yourinstagram: it was not that bad i just could not tell that it was supposed to be a tiger and not a house cat that was struck by lightning 😅 ➥ carlossainz55: i will pay to see this painting 🤣🤣🤣

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[caption1; admin was just forcibly handed bear coasters ??? she said they remind her of lance 🐻][caption2; the crochet culprit is on to her next project!]

user: lance bear agenda still going strong 💪

lance_stroll: i want bear coasters 😞 astonmartinf1: meet me downstairs, she gave me extras to hand out to the team lance_stroll: she's the best 🤩🤩🤩 lance_stroll: see you in 5?

user: DUDE she's onto clothes already??? how?!!!

user: admin i need you to send me photos of that sketchbook 👺🤲🏻 user: i need her patterns admin i'm not playing around astonmartinf1: lol get blocked loser 💀

instagram • fernandoalo_official

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fernandoalo_official there is yarn and hooks in my car. this has gone too far.

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yourinstagram: you make a man a shirt with the materials HE bought for you and it's a problem. ungrateful behavior nano 😤

➥ fernandoalo_official: the shirt is very nice i even posed for a picture. all i ask is for no hooks to be left in the cupholders? ➥ yourinstagram: can we compromise and i leave them in the glove box 🥺

user10: let me get this straight: you crochet for a month and suddenly you become a fashion designer?

➥ yourinstagram: not a month, three weeks* i have been crocheting ➥ user11: oh fuck off- how are you good at everything 😩😩😩 ➥ yourinstagram: i am not! and i still cannot make a granny square no matter how hard i try to ☹️ ➥ user12: you don't need to know how to make a granny square when you can make actual pieces of clothing!!!

landonorris: may i have something crocheted too?

➥ yourinstagram: what would you like landinho 😊 ➥ landonorris: may i have a beanie? or a sweater?? ➥ georgerussell: ooooh i'd like a beanie too! ➥ francisca.cgomes: i want that top you're wearing! or something similar!!!! ➥ lance_stroll: what about earmuffs? ➥ lilymhe: a cardigan would be so nice ➥ charlesleclerc: i want a sweater!!! ➥ fernandoalo_official: leave her alone you greedy children 👹 ➥ yourinstagram: ignore him! text me what you all want with inspiration photos and i will let you know!!!

messages • sebastian -> fernando

igstory • yourinstagram just uploaded!

[caption1; hobby update >>>][caption2; to the woman at the craft store who put me onto oil paints...you saved my life][caption3; the wag crochet requests are almost finished!][caption4; first pottery class! had a really fun time :)]

user: i-i need to sit down👄 user: how do you even have time to do all of this?

user: i feel like i've never taken my hobbies seriously after seeing this

user: ffs how long have you been doing pottery? user: it's hard to learn at first but it's worth it if you stay committed 🫶🏽

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yourinstagram que divertido! thrown, painted, and fired by me 🌸

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user13: this is a reminder that there's always somebody out there doing what you love better than you 😒

➥ user14: wasn't she JUST at her first pottery class? and she already has a set of dishware 😨

user15: i feel like i have to apologize for even attempting pottery

user16: i would hate to give my gift after her on birthdays and christmas 😬😬😬

➥ user17: valid take. she can make custom clothes, paintings, and ceramics??? i might as well not even show up 🤦🏻‍♀️

kellypiquet: where do you even find the time to do this?

➥ yourinstagram: i have not slept for more than five hours in a very long time. it also distracts me when nano is away so, i keep myself busy. ➥ kellypiquet: please take better care of yourself! the clay will be there after you sleep and i'm sure fernando would like you to sleep too. ➥ fernandoalo_official: 8 hours at least mi amor ❤️ ➥ yourinstagram: fiiiiine 😞

lance_stroll: bring the domino set next time! i want to learn how to play!!!

➥ yourinstagram: i will make you cry if we play dominoes 🤫

user18: you need to start an etsy shop or smth? i think anybody would buy something from you!

➥ yourinstagram: if i do that, i'm afraid it would stop being a hobby and become a job. i don't want to lose the love i have for them :) user19: you could do limited releases? or just list a few items at a time? yourinstagram: i guess that's true. i don't think i will though, i didn't start my hobbies to make money. it's just fun for me 😁

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igstory • fernandoalo_official just uploaded!

[caption; onto the next obsession]

user: damn you didn't lie about the entire botantical collection 😧 user: she's crazy user: i respect her grind though

user: and she made them look like actual boquets 😍 user: why didn't i think of that???

yourinstagram: they are not obsessions. yourinstagram: the proper term is hobby, we have talked about this nano 😒 fernandoalo_official: do you want the vespa or the bonsai…🤨 yourinstagram: both por favor! and get the porsche 911 kit while you are there 😚😚😚😚😚😚

user: she crocheted her own cover up dress user: i love women 🙂‍↕️

instagram • yourinstagram

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yourinstagram um hobby? ok. quatro hobbies ao mesmo tempo? não repita meus erros 🤕

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user20: ptbr to eng translation "one hobby? ok. four hobbies at the same time/once? do not repeat my mistakes 🤕"

➥ user21: thank u translator woman ➥ user22: thank u translator woman ➥ gabrielbortoleto_: thank u translator woman ➥ user24: one of these things is not like the others 🧐

landonorris: can't wait till it gets chilly in monaco 😌

➥ landonorris: the only thing i'm going to be photographed in is my crochet beanie and sweater ➥oscarpiastri: i'm surprised you're not wearing it now since you're perpetually cold ➥ landonorris: i didn't want to bring it in my luggage in case it's the time i lose my luggage �� ➥ oscarpiastri: wow…that's smart ➥ landonorris: why do you sound so surprised 🤨

lilymhe: i see you learned how to make granny squares 😆

➥ yourinstagram: it took me three whole days to make one 🤧 ➥ lilymhe: damn 💀 ➥ yourinstagram: i am not lying when i say making that first granny square was harder than making your cardigan 😮‍💨

fernandoalo_official: is it weird if i feel proud of you?

➥ yourinstagram: i think it is something to be proud of :) ➥ fernandoalo_official: well i am very proud of you mi amor 😘 ➥ yourinstagram: 🥰😚😚❤️❤️❤️

user25: those paintings!!!! woah, you're like a serious artist now 😨😳😱

➥ user26: fr! you can see her own unique style clearly in these! ➥ yourinstagram: you all are too sweet! it took me a while to switch from reference painting into creating my own art pieces! ➥ alexandrasaintmleux: i wasn't joking when i said i want to put your work in a gallery 🤭🥱 ➥ yourinstagram: alex pleaseee 😖

user28: what are you going to do next? book binding LMAO

➥ yourinstagram: you are right! nano is out buying the supplies for me now 😁 ➥ user28: i was joking 😟 ➥ yourinstagram: and after that i think i am going to learn how to make a cute scrapbook!

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[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

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© lostgirlinthewoods. Do not copy, steal, or translate any of my works. 

profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. the joe alwyn to his taylor 22. the break up playlist 23. maybe we shouldn’t break up 24. getting too real tba...

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[iidilio]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?| 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘴!reader| chapter: 01, (next part) 02, 03, 04, 05

[🌸] hi hi :> I wanted to upload this here, since probably many don't know it, haha

Summary: Perhaps the most important question is not; "How did you end up in this place?". it is; will you be able to finish the unfinished business that your self from this world left pending?.

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You were exhausted, the movie you had gone to see with your friends had lasted longer than you expected. The duration had been three hours, and the idea of a hot bath made the somewhat stiff muscles from sitting for too long cry with joy. It was at least six in the afternoon, the sun was hiding, leaving behind a beautiful sunset.

The air was cool, giving you a little peace. The place you were walking through was lonely, there were no people around, which was weird, since you should be near the park and– oh, you can already hear the happy cries of little children playing. You felt safe, in a way hearing people nearby gave you some security because if someone strange showed up you could run to the park, you know; Just follow the voices and you'll be safe.

Although in extreme cases, you would just use the pepper spray you bought at that cheap store. Fortunately, for you, there has never been an edge case where you had to use it.

You were very close to the park, there was only one more block left for you to arrive. The screams of the children were getting louder, indicating that you were close, you could already hear the adults talking and some dogs playing with their owners.

You were about to get to where the voices were coming from when you felt the air changing and suddenly, you no longer had a ground to step on.

The ground had simply disappeared, leaving you to fall into a black abyss. The laughter of children, the happy voices of adults, became more and more distant until you simply remained in deathly silence. The peace you had before had been giving way to confusion and terror.

The feelings and questions racked every fiber of your being until you simply couldn't take it anymore and passed out.

You didn't know what was in store for you or what would happen once you opened your eyes, if ever.

Maybe when you open your eyes, everything will be alright again.

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Maybe...

...

The old woman who found you was looking at you with pity... again.

You simply decided to recap what had happened these last few weeks in a lousy attempt to ignore the look 'Laura' was giving you. Apparently, you had woken up in a small town called 'Bibury'... which was in England.

'England?!', was your first thought when you found out where you were, your shock was so great that you couldn't speak for a couple of hours. The kind old lady named Laura had given you some tea to calm you down.

She had practically stayed by your side, patiently waiting for you to come to your senses, for which you were profusely grateful. Sometimes you needed alone time to process things, but not this time, you needed company and before you knew it you were hugging Laura and crying like a baby. She didn't care that you wet her soft coat with your tears. Your worries, your fears began to surface, how-how would you get back home?

You cried for what seemed like the whole day until the moon came up and it was only at that moment that you fell asleep, but before doing that Laura had taken you to a rather dirty and small room, she practically tucked you in like a small child while you sobbed and held on to everything you could reach. She had stayed close to you until you closed your tired eyes.

The next morning, you had a soup for breakfast that Laura had made for you. Having already had breakfast, you called the first number that appeared to you with your phone, which turned out to be your mother's, it rang a couple of times before—

'Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable or disconnected. If this is an error, try calling to...-'

"What?" It had been the first thing that had come out of your mouth, this was definitely not something normal. Deciding that maybe it was just a mistake, you called back, only to get the same message as before. With a tired sigh you called your dad, and they answered- but it wasn't your father's voice, you called each of your friends or acquaintances that you had in your contact list, but none of your contacts answered, not even your boyfriend who answered the first two or three rings.

Strangely, your dad's number kept calling your phone, you answered twice before giving up. The voice on the other end that belonged to a man sounded strange, almost as if he was in...shock?, although thinking about it, perhaps it was just confusion. The last thing he said to you before you hung up was a "who the fuck are you–?". You just turned off the phone after the last four calls because it wouldn't stop ringing.

Leaving you in your current state, unable to communicate and in a town you didn't know. Laura kept looking at you worried from her seated position. Deciding that enough of wallowing in misery was enough, you got up from the comfortable sofa you were on and sat down next to her. Perhaps socializing with the only person you knew would be better for now, plus when your headache subsides you might think better of what to do next.

Grabbing the small notebook together with the pen you wrote <<don't worry, everything is fine>>

When the old lady took you in, you learned many things about her.

The first thing you learned was that she was 98 years old. And that she was deaf due to an accident she had as a child.

The second thing you learned was that her husband had been killed in World War II. And all because he was enlisted in the army to fight for the allied countries, he had died due to the impact of a stray bullet.

And the third thing was that his son died several years after his father's death, due to lung disease. You felt bad because you were using her son's room, but Laura had told you not to worry about it.

Clutching the small notebook in her wrinkled hands together with the pen, she wrote to you <<you can always tell me anything>>

It could be said that you were lonely and somewhat hopeless, but with Laura by your side you felt that very soon you would be able to find a way to return home.

...

You didn't know what to think when a blond man appeared at the house that same afternoon. What caught your attention the most about his appearance was his beard and the long jacket he was wearing.

"Shit– I was right". Ah, he had the same voice you heard, he was the man of the phone.

Wait- what was he right about?

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// curiosities //

World War II ended 79 years ago (1945 - 2024), Laura was 20 years old when the war ended. Her husband died when she was 19 years old, her son died of a lung disease that slowly became terminal when she was 27 years old.

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I want a Laura in my life~ 😩

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[enzstr]

A simple gesture

pairing: timeskip pro hero bakugo x florist reader

synopsis: in which a villain attacks a city and how they first met

note: i swear I'll upload the new chapter soon...

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The first time you met the pro hero Dynamight wasn’t under the best of circumstances.

It had been a chaotic morning. The air was thick with the smell of rain, the clouds hanging heavy in the sky like a warning. You were just finishing up with a delivery when the sound of explosions echoed through the streets. The sudden shockwave rattled your windows, the tremor of it sent a slight jolt of panic through your chest.

You knew that voice. It was unmistakable.

Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugo.

As a Pro Hero, his presence was no stranger in the city. He was loud, brash, and was always making a scene—whether it was in the field or just walking down the street. But today, his usual energetic blasts of power seemed a little... too close to your shop.

You rushed outside, ready to make sure nothing had been destroyed, only to be greeted by the sight of Dynamight himself standing in the middle of the street, a few blocks down, as a villain sprinted away from him, seemingly unhurt despite the trail of fire left behind.

With a scowl, he blasted the villain back with a quick explosion, sending the enemy stumbling across the ground, and knocking them unconscious in seconds.

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the nearest cart of flowers from the front of your shop and ran toward the commotion. The villain had been caught, but the street was left in disarray, flower petals strewn about by the blast of Dynamight's attack. The sudden thought of your shop’s inventory sent a pang of frustration through you.

Just as you reached the scene, he was turning to leave, his back facing you. You could see the slight exhaustion in his shoulders, but as always, his demeanor was harsh. Before he could step away, you called out.

"Hey!" You jogged over to him, trying to steady your breathing. "Do you know just how much damage you caused?!"

Dynamight paused and turned, his fiery gaze locking onto you. His frown deepened, and the usual glint of irritation in his eyes returned "Tch, I don’t have time for this. It’s not like it’s a big deal."

"You literally just knocked over half of my flowers!" you retorted, raising your hands in frustration as you glanced at the scattered petals and crushed stems. You weren’t angry, not really—it was just the instinct to protect what you worked hard for.

He glanced over at the mess with a sigh, his expression softening for a brief second, though he quickly masked it with his usual scowl. "It’s not like I did it on purpose," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. "I’ll pay for the damages, alright?"

You blinked at him, taken aback. This wasn’t what you expected. Most people would’ve brushed it off or ignored it. But Dynamight, in his own strange way, was offering a solution.

"I’m not trying to take your money." you said, the words coming/ blurting out of your mouth before you could think. "Just... be more careful next time, alright?"

He looked at you for a moment, the familiar tension in his jaw easing up just a bit. He didn’t argue, which was surprising. "Fine," he grunted, his hands slipping into his jacket's pockets/ the pockets of his jacket. "Although, you should learn to stand further away when shit like that happens."

A brief chuckle escaped you. "I’m a florist, not a fighter. I’m used to taking care of plants, not dodging explosions."

He shot you a sideways glance, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Yeah, well... flowers are pretty delicate, huh?"

There was a beat of silence between you before he gave a sharp nod and walked away, leaving you to clean up the mess. His footsteps echoed in the quiet street as he disappeared into the distance. You stood there, staring at the spot where he stood, unsure of what had just happened.

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A week later, Dynamight returned.

You were tending to some roses by the window when the bell above the door chimed again. You didn’t even look up at first, assuming it was a regular customer.

"Got any damn tulips?" a voice grunted from behind you, sounding annoyed.

You paused, recognizing the voice instantly, and turned to face him, who stood in the doorway with an expression that was half irritated and half... hesitant?

"Uh, sure, right here." you said, motioning to the cooler where the tulips were stored. “What’s the occasion?”

He grunted, his eyes darting around as he clearly tried to avoid saying much. “Just... get ‘em ready, okay?” He said awkwardly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. He wasn’t one for sharing personal details, you knew that much. You prepared the bouquet, wrapping the stems carefully, trying not to notice how his gaze seemed to flicker back to you every few seconds.

"Here you go," you said, handing him the small bouquet of vibrant tulips. "Are these for someone special?"

He snatched them from your hands quickly, glancing at the flowers with an unreadable expression. Then, in his usual gruff tone, he muttered, "Yeah, whatever. I’m just trying to make up for last week."

A small, surprised laugh escaped you. "You’re actually apologizing?"

He scowled but said nothing, his hand/grip tightening around the stems of the flowers. "I’m not... apologizing. I’m just making sure I don’t get yelled at again."

Despite his stubbornness, you could see the sincerity in his actions. "Well, thank you. It means a lot, Dynamight," you said quietly, a smile tugging at your lips. "I’m sure whoever’s getting these will appreciate it."

He mumbled something under his breath, then turned to leave. But before he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at you.

"Yeah, well... don’t expect me to start buying flowers every week," he said, his tone a little softer than usual. "But I’ll see you around."

You watched him go, your heart unexpectedly light as you stood behind the counter, the soft scent of tulips still lingering in the air.

Maybe Dynamight was a lot more complicated than he appeared. But you had the feeling that this wasn’t the last time he’d be visiting your little shop.

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[filmbyjy]

let me go

PAIRING: yang jungwon x fem!reader

SYPNOSIS: falling in love with your childhood best friend was something that you didn't expect to happen. you knew jungwon never had feelings for you so what happens when he starts dating some other girl? will you learn to let go or fight for him?

WARNING(s): not a happy ending with jungwon. heeseung is your older brother in here (in case people think you're gonna get with hee). you choose someone else to love.

WORD COUNT: 2.5K words

a/n: if you've seen this before on wattpad. just know it is my work. so yeah. don't worry, not stolen. i just wanted to upload some works that i had written on wattpad about 3 years ago that i didn't reupload onto tumblr. here is the link to the original. i am also currently revamping some chapters on there so yeah.

Hanging out with 7 other boys was of course a crazy time. Each of them had their own personalities but when they all came together everything just becomes perfect and chaotic.

"WOOOO PARTY." A few of them yell as they hold up each pillow from your room. Your mom thought it was a great idea to let the 6 boys stay over. How foolish of your mom, doesn't she know boys stink and are very loud? She already has one son, she should know better.

"Heeseung oppa, could you please calm your friends down." You yelled over their screaming. Heeseung groans.

"Why me? Aren't they your friends too!" Heeseung, aka your older brother, yells back. You grabbed your phone and clicked on a loud noise app. The only reason you have it is because of situations like this. The other boys covered their ears, wincing at the loud alarm that played.

"Calm down. My mom wanted us to have a sleepover not a party dimwits." You say. Ni-Ki folds his arms. It seems as though he didn't agree with your statement.

"Well it's not a sleepover without the party element." Ni-Ki says. You sighed.

"Jungwon, you're on my side right? Can't we just have a normal sleepover where we watch movies and cuddle? Besides, we're all sleeping in the guestroom and it's too small for all of us to run around and party." He thinks for a second. A huge smirk plasters over his face.

"Nah that's for your girly sleepovers. We fight to our death with pillows!" Jungwon says and that set a pillow fight in your bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and blankets and went to the living room.

You didn't want to handle the boys right now, not when you're on your period. You breathed in and out, hoping to have the patience to deal with 7 chaotic boys for the next 3 days. But what could you do? They're your friends(and brother) after all. You could hear them screaming out loud and running around. 

The next day, the 7 boys practically dragged you to an arcade saying 'they will get you a plushie for being so disruptive last night'. Did you believe that? Nope, getting things from a claw machine is like a scam of money. You were certain that they rigged the machine to get easy money out of kids.

"Look sis, a panda. Just like you with your dark circles under your eyes." Heeseung teases. You hit your brother on his left arm which earns a yelp from him.

"Don't test me. You know I'm on my damn period." You warn him. Ah right, he must have let that slipped from his mind. His eyes widened and he starts profusely apologising.

Anyways, everyone had their fun at the arcade when a group of girls walked in. One in particular caught Jungwon's eyes. Like a simple love at first sight. Jungwon blushes when she looks in his direction. She sends him a small smile before walking away with her friends.

"Dude, she totally just looked at you." Jay says. Jungwon clearly was flustered and you on the other hand felt your heart sinking. It was like a sting to your heart.

You've always had a huge crush on Jungwon. Being friends with him the longest since the both of you grew up together in the same neighbourhood. He was in fact your neighbour so both your parents had became close before you were born. Eventually, it led to you and Jungwon having playdates after the both of you were born. Which were extremely fun since he taught you about making paper planes and boats.

Developing feelings for him was never what you expected but because of puberty and you start to notice him loosing a little of his baby fats. He gotten a lot more handsome as the years went on. Your heart races whenever you see him on the field playing soccer with the other boys. The smirk he wore whenever he scored a goal and did his usual celebration.

Heeseung notices your change in behaviour so he pats hair. Being your big brother means he knows how you're feeling and you've told him before that you liked Jungwon. You trusted him and he promised not to tell a single soul and up till now nobody knows about this.

"Why don't you ask for her number?" Jake suggests as he pats the boy.

"You think I should?" Jungwon asks.

"Yeah! Who knows, she might like you." Jay nudges the boy. Jungwon turns to you.

"You think I should ask her?"

"H-Huh? Yeah go ahead." You put on a fake smile. Why did he even ask you? It's his free will to do so. Everyone else notices how you sound a little different except Jungwon. He smiles. You could see it in his eyes, he was determined to get that girl's number despite being shy.

"I'll go ask her. If I don't come back alive, send Sunoo hyung for me." Sunoo rolls his eyes. He flicks Jungwon's forehead.

"I'm not going to get you. You can walk here by yourself." He sasses. The others chuckle. Jungwon rolls his eyes before walking over to the group of girls.

Sunghoon had been watching you ever since Jungwon laid his eyes on the girl. He had a hunch that you liked Jungwon but he doesn't want to say it in case you didn't want him to know. Sunghoon is the type of friend that wants to protect you, if heeseung wasn't there, he will be the replacement brother for the short span of time.

"(name), can I talk to you for a bit?" Sunghoon asks. You nod. He pulls you over somewhere quieter.

"Are you okay?" You sighed at his words.

"Did heeseung tell you?"

"No. I just had a feeling."

"Was I obvious?" You had frowned. Sunghoon ruffles your hair.

"Not at all. I was just observing, you know I always have your back. Besides, you looked sad. I got a little protective seeing the sadness in your eyes."

"Thank you, Sunghoon." You smiled a little. This time actually genuine.

"Come here. Want a hug?" Sunghoon holds out his arms. You hugged him instantly, hiding your face on his chest. He was always great at giving hugs since you know he was tall and a sweet person. His hugs felt like home and you were always grateful for that.

Jungwon on the other hand had spotted this because he was happily skipping from the other end. He frowns, he doesn't know why but he just does. Shouldn't he feel happy he got the cute girl's number? Why was he feeling upset when you were hugging Sunghoon? Must just be the protectiveness he had over you. After hugging, you and Sunghoon went back to the group. Jungwon was talking about the girl and how she was so pretty up close. She was super kind, what he described. It only stings your heart even more.

The 8 of you travelled back home, you decided to wash up and change into pyjamas. Tonight, you were hoping to watch something to make you feel better. Maybe a sad movie? So no one would think you're crazy for crying? Yeah, that was the best option. You needed to cry and you had to mask it with watching a sad movie. You settled on one movie, it was about a little girl losing her family. She grew up all alone and you just practically burst into tears. You were hoping no one was going to walk into your room but...

"Hey (name), do you know where are the chips- Are you okay?" Jay asks a little concerned. You nod while pointing to the movie playing on your laptop.

"J-Just a sad story." He pouts.

"You know, you told me before that if you watch sad movies it means you're actually sad so what's up?" Jay says as he settles next to you on the bed.

"Am I that ugly, Jay?" His eyes widened, startled that you asked that out of the blue.

"Why would you say that?" You had sniffled and Jay reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"I feel like I'm not pretty enough."

"For who? Who said you're ugly. Should I fight the person?" Jay says. You giggle a little.

"I don't think you can fight me, Jay. You can't bare to even hurt me."

"Well, that's because you're my best friend and I love you. You're hyung's baby sister and ours too."

"That's what I am to everyone."

"Of course- Wait do you have a crush on one of us." He narrows his eyes.

"I don't."

"Hmm, denying means you're lying~" You hit his arm.

"I don't like any of you."

"Is it Jake?"

"No."

"Is it Sunghoon?"

"He is like an older brother to me, idiot."

"Then is it Ni-Ki?"

"Again, he is like an annoying little brother."

"Sunoo?"

"No." Jay comes closer. You moved back.

"Then is it me?" He smirks. You rolled your eyes. He was always teasing and you were so done.

"No."

"Definitely not Heeseung hyung. That's just wrong, you're siblings. Blood related siblings."

"You think I'd date my own brother? That's crazy."

"Only in Alabama." Jay says. You burst out laughing. "Then is it...Jungwon?" You kept quiet. He finally his name. 

"It's him isn't it!" You covered jay's mouth.

"Shut up. I don't want anyone to hear about it." He removes the hand on his mouth.

"So am I the first to know?"

"No. Sunghoon and Heeseung oppa already know."

"Well, at least I'm the third person to know!" He smiles. Then he realises. "Crap, then I probably shouldn't have egged him to ask the girl for her number huh...I ruined it for you."

"It's okay. What's done has been done. You can't rewind time. Besides, Jungwon doesn't like me that way." Jay pouts.

"I'm sorry though."

"Jay, it's fine. If he and that girl were to date, I'll be fine. I was never his first choice anyways."

"Ouch that sounds hurtful. You shouldn't put yourself down like that. I'm sure you're someone's first choice."

"Just leave the damn room." You say.

"Alright. I'll leave. Goodnight though." Jay says. He leaves the room quickly.

The next morning, you were about to leave your room when you were shoved back in. Jay hastily shuts the door. He sighs once the bedroom door shuts. The other 5 boys look over at you guilty.

"Don't leave. Jungwon brought the girl to the house and I think they might have a movie night here." Jay says. You look at the others.

"What? But this is my house, why would he-" You had sighed. "You guys know about my crush, don't you?" They scratched their heads.

"Jay, did you tell them?"

"Hey, at least you have the rest of us to warn you. We don't want you to get heart broken,(name)."

"But I already am." You say and that made them go silent. You pushed past them and just went to put on your shoes.

"(name), where are you going?" Heeseung yells out to you. Jungwon hears the commotion, he and the girl turned to the noises.

"Out. I want to be alone."

"But there is going to be a snow storm-" Heeseung yells but you couldn't hear. You had already shut the door and left running out of the house. Sunghoon sighs.

"I'll go get her. If we don't come back, just know I probably got us a hotel room or something." He says. Sunghoon grabs his wallet. He was pretty much an adult now and he does work so he has a debit card.

You stumbled at the lake you loved going to. It was currently frozen so people could ice skate on it. It reminds you of the past where you and Jungwon ice skated for fun. You knew how to skate but he didn't so he kept holding onto you for safety and to balance. It was such an innocent time in your life. Before you started to develop feelings for him.

"Why did I fall for him?" You mumble to yourself as you kicked a small rock from the snowy ground.

"Because feelings change." Sunghoon says. You nearly fell on your butt when you heard Sunghoon's voice.

"What are you doing here."

"Making sure you don't do anything stupid."

"Not even my own brother chases after me." You say bitterly.

"Are you that upset?"

"Yeah, of course. I've liked him for maybe 5 years now. Ever since we turned 13. I've tried so hard to forget the feelings but it just doesn't work."

"Then, will it work if something else happens? If there was someone else in your life that can change that?"

"Huh?" Sunghoon holds you close.

"I don't want to take advantage of you but I just wanted to let you know I've always had feelings for you."

"You said I was practically like your little sister."

"That was to hide my feelings. I've always felt like giving the best thing to you and I knew you liked Jungwon."

"Sunghoon. I'm only 18."

"So? I'm 2 years older. I can treat you way better than Jungwon. He already has someone he likes. Can't you give up your feelings for me?"

"Sunghoon, I-I don't have feelings for you. I'm sorry."

"But what if I try to change that?" Sunghoon says.

"I don't k-know."

"What if I try to make you have feelings for me. Test your feelings for me."

"And how do you want to do that?" He leans down closer to your height.

"Kiss." You were a distance away from him.

"Sunghoon. This will be my first kiss."

"Then I'll make it special." He places his lips right on yours. You've never felt this before but something is telling you that you want this. Maybe it was time you gave up your heart for someone else. Someone like Sunghoon. The snow storm happens just as you reach home, the heavy winds blows directly at the both of you. Sunghoon holds your hands to keep it warm.

"Oh my god, we thought you'd get lost or trapped in the snow!" Heeseung worriedly says.

"Uhh so, how are you feeling?" Jake asks.

"Better." They didn't notice the intertwined fingers between you and Sunghoon.

"I'll go make you hot cocoa." Sunghoon says. He leaves a peck on your forehead and leaves to the kitchen. The boys were shocked.

"What was that?" Jay asks.

"What was what?" You say.

"Sunghoon hyung kissing your forehead!" Sunoo says.

"Oh...umm...well...things happened." You stutter. Heeseung's jaw drops.

"You and Sunghoon are dating, right?"

"No. Not yet, you know I still have feelings for you know who I'm just testing the waters with Sunghoon. He promised to make me forget about my feelings with him. For now, it's a situationship I guess."

"Seems pretty easy. I mean...it's Sunghoon, that boy can make you forget things." Jake says.

"And why do you know about this?"

"Huh?" Jake says. You shook your head.

The boy who was in the living room with his supposed dream girl sighs. He didn't feel right about dating her but I guess he had to put up with this since you were already dating someone else. He could only congratulate you for being in a relationship.

He knew he couldn't take care of you as great as his hyung, so he had to let you go.

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[clairewritesfanfics]

Villain Creation System Chapter 3

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

CHAPTER 2: Tutorial Mission START Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

For a fake world, the chemistry lecture here was as dull as the real one’s. 

After Mark disappeared to who knows where, you resumed life as a college student and went to class. Biochemistry, a fascinating subject, but the teacher had a voice that could put dragons to sleep. Compared to your philosophy professor, the man detailing the steps to the citric acid cycle spoke without a change in his inflection and was less “discussing” and “more reading from his powerpoint.” 

It was a good thing you–this version of you–took up philosophy. The so-called “hard sciences” are fun, but being human means having limited time, and when buttloads of information is crammed into you without time for processing and then quizzed, the fun tends to diminish. 

The bell rang.

“I will upload the modules for the next session by tonight, and don’t forget to answer the formative quiz for today’s lecture. Have a good day, everyone.” 

You opened your planner. This was the last class for today, and there didn’t seem to be anything else written here, only this semester’s schedule. 

Huh.

[Accurate to the real thing, I’d say.]

“If that is a jab at me then you’re wasting your breath, or whatever energy you use to talk.” You didn’t like social engagements. It would seem this version of you was the same. Good. At least you didn’t have to worry about making small talk with strangers. You had this body’s memories, but they were limited, imperfect. 

“What should we do now?” You asked, walking out of the auditorium. 

[That is up to the Host. ]

[Your will is my will.]

“Is that your way of telling me you’re not gonna help me?”

[ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ]

You rolled your eyes and opened your phone. The list of contacts you had were straightforward; parents, several family members, some old classmates and friends. Vague figures in the back of this brain’s memory. The system told you not to bother contacting any of them. [It would be pointless] was its reply when you inquired why. 

You checked the apps. Facebook was a thing here but Twitter was replaced by “Z” and Youtube was “WeTV.” A lot of the creators “you” followed were news outlets.

You clicked a WeTV link to a livestream report of a monster attack in Australia, then another in Brazil, and one in the Philippines.

“Geez.” You were never going to complain about being bored again. “Those poor people.”

[Look on the bright side, Host, here the destruction of nations can be blamed on an external threat rather than the political leaders. In your reality, you humans have no one else to blame but yourselves.]

Spoken in a robotic voice with a cheery lilt. It seemed genuine in its attempt to comfort you, so you bit your tongue and continued scrolling.

Monsters, villains, more monsters, more villains. Hundreds of people injured, dozens dead.

Just then, a light bulb went off in your head. “I think I know what I’m supposed to do now.”

The dorm was too far so you went to the campus library. You found a vacant computer near the wall, far from prying eyes. 

[Resorting to cyberstalking, I see.]

“Before I can make him snap, I need to figure out what makes him tick.” 

Judging from his socials, Mark’s popular, not just as Invincible, but as Mark Grayson. He was on the debate team back in high school, played bass at a band called Indigo Muse, and, if the many, many, many posts about him were anything to go by, he was well-loved by the ladies.

When you couldn’t find any family pictures, you decided to study his superhero identity. 

This world’s Invincible wore a black suit with blue accents. Most pictures of him were blurred, which was either on purpose or incredibly fortunate, because he didn’t wear a mask or cowl. 

UNKNOWN SUPER SAVES BUS OF TEENS

NEW SUPERHERO RISES THE RANKS

INVINCIBLE HELPS OLD LADY DOWN THE STREET

Going by the news articles, he’s been a hero for a mere four months. “No wonder the corruption meter is mostly empty.” You’ve seen this play out before, not in Invincible , but in various coming of age stories. This Mark was a fledgling. His morals were still intact, but judging from that 3%, he’s starting to see that the world of superheroes isn’t squeaky clean.

You pushed down the pity in your chest and continued with your research.

From what you can tell, the professional supes were employed by the Global Defense Agency aka the GDA. The veteran heroes were known as the Guardians of the Globe, and there was the Teen Team, composed of younger heroes. Invincible wasn’t part of either. He assisted both groups in the past, usually to evacuate civilians. 

No interviews, no press conferences. 

He was surprisingly mysterious. With how much of a flirt he was, you thought for sure he would be the showboating type, but judging from the poorly recorded videos of him zooming around, he did his job quickly and left before news reporters could hound him. 

There were only so many news articles and blog posts about him before you realized there was nothing else to study. 

You opened your notebook and made a summary of everything you knew so far:

Womanizer

Doesn’t remember me from childhood

English major *shares same philosophy class

Bass player 

Debuted as a hero four months ago

Not part of a team

Popular as civilian and hero 

Home life?

You circled the last item on your list several times. Try as you might, Mark’s parents were mysteries to you. Omni-Man disappeared ten years ago and you had nothing on Debbie Grayson. Her son didn’t have her as a friend on Facebook and he had zero pictures of him and parents.

“Not even a hint?” You asked the system.

System: (づ_ど)

Giving up, you decide to switch topics and begin digitizing your lecture notes.

[You’re actually studying?]

“Not like I have anything better to do. I can’t exactly hack into the Pentagon’s database and my head hurts from all that research, and since someone refuses to be useful, I’m stuck on what to do now.”

[...]

The system fell quiet and let you be.

The minutes flew by as you typed.

“Excuse me.” A feminine voice whispered and your knee jerked against the table.

You gasped in pain, earning a few looks from the neighboring students. 

“Sorry,” the snooper said.

[Ding. The character known as Amber Bennett has made contact.]

No kidding! Couldn’t you have warned me that she was here!?

[Host looked so deeply invested in studying that this system did not wish to disturb you.]

[Fufufu.]

Rubbing your knee, you met Amber’s apologetic eyes. “I didn’t mean to spook you, but uh, your typing’s… a little loud.”

Ah. That would explain the hard glares from some of the people here. “Sorry, I got too excited I guess. I’ll keep it down.”

“Thanks.” She glanced at your desk. “By the way, I can’t help but notice, you're in Professor Gonzales’ class, right?”

When she saw your brows crease in confusion, she added, “Biochemistry?”

“Oh, yeah.” 

“We share the same class then, I’m Amber Bennett.”

“I know.”

She blinked, wide-eyed.

You quickly added, “You’re one of the scholarship students. I saw the university page congratulating you.”

“Yeah, um, about that…” She turned to your monitor. “Your notes are easy to follow. Especially compared to the professor’s powerpoint.”

“I try.”

She grabbed her shoulder. “This is gonna sound weird but are you available for tutoring?”

“Tutoring?”

There was a collective “shhh” from all directions and Amber ducked her head.

“See, I’ve been struggling with chemistry since the first day and I’ve never failed before, but–”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

She beamed. “That’s great! I think we’re already in the same group chat for the freshmen course but just in case–” She pulled out a pen and you pushed a blank page towards her. She scribbled her number.

“I’ll pay you, of course.”

“Sure, we can talk about details some other time.”

“I really appreciate this–”

You gave her your name and her smile brightened. “You’re a lifesaver! I should go now before the rest of the library decides to crucify us both.”

You raised your hand in goodbye and then picked up your notebook.

No, Amber, you’re the lifesaver here.

***

That evening, Amber asked to meet with you at the campus coffee shop. 

The Coffee Mug, more colloquially known as The Mug, was three storeys high and looked far more interesting than any Starbucks you’ve been to. Cubist and art deco paintings lined the bare brick walls, contrasting the wood and iron furniture. Bossa nova jazz played from the ceiling speakers.

“I gotta hand it to the author, or whoever, whatever��made this place, they know how to design a good-looking cafe.”

You almost didn’t mind that the person who asked for your help was already eight minutes late. 

You were getting impatient, mostly because it was seven o’clock and you still haven’t had dinner. You had a black coffee to stave off the hunger pangs, but the scent of toasted savory pastries and the sight of cake called out to you like a siren. 

[Just order, Host, don’t tell me you’re waiting for Amber so she could pay.]

“What do you take me for?” You harrumphed. “I’d love to, but it would be rude to start eating without her.”

[!!]

[Really? How so?]

You shrugged.

“But drinking is okay?”

“Yes.”

[You humans sure do like making things harder for yourselves.]

“Tell me about it.”

God, where the Hell is she? 

As you started debating whether manners were truly necessary, your phone pinged. It was Amber. 

Hey, are u at the cafe?

Im so sorry, my group meeting decided to have overtime.

I wired u some money, dinner’s on me. sorry again! 

Well, damn. Guess God does listen. 

Spirits lifted, you got up and practically skipped towards the menu. This place might’ve been called a coffee shop, it had a big menu not unlike a diner’s, and the food selection was listed with colorful chalk on giant blackboards hanging behind the counter. 

You’ve been thinking about what to eat even while you were at the table. But even now you weren’t sure what to get. A sandwich and salad combo? The lasagna? Maybe something from their all-day breakfast? 

[Ding.]

“I recommend their three-cheese omelette.”

You barely had to turn your head to find Mark’s chin hovering over your shoulder. Soft dark bangs tickled your cheek.

“Mark.”

“Gorgeous.” He winked and then approached the counter.

The girl handling the cashier noticed him and her surprise turned to coyness as she pushed back a pink strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Hey, Mark.” If this were a cartoon you’d imagine her eyes would be in the shape of hearts right now. 

You couldn’t blame her. Looking around the floor, a mix of subtle and unsubtle staring were aimed at Mark. You understood. Six feet, jet black hair, strong biceps, a pretty waist that led to the most callipygous butt you’ve ever seen. 

That being said, you’d rather not get into the habit of ogling at rear ends without permission, so you walked closer and stood beside him.

Mark leaned onto the counter, flashing a flirtatious smile. “Hey, Kelsey. Can I get my usual, for dine-in, and an om–”

“I’ll get the large grilled chicken salad with honey mustard and one medium choco mint frappe.”

Mark snorted, but didn’t say anything else as he handed her a few dollars.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t be like that, consider this my olive branch.”

“For what?”

“For cutting our date short and not walking you home.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a date, because if it was, then your standards need quality control. Secondly, it wasn’t like I needed to come home. I still had classes.” 

Not wanting to third-wheel, Kelsey put Mark’s change on the small metal plate beside the register and hurried off to prepare the orders.

Without skipping a beat, Mark put the change in the tip box. “Then what is your ideal date?”

You tilted your head.

“You said my standards need to improve, but how do I know yours is any good?”

“I guess you don’t.” You crossed your arms. 

His grin turned mischievous. “Let me guess, you want a fancy dinner? No, you don’t seem like the type who dresses up frequently. I know, is it this cafe? Are coffee shops your thing? Bookish girls like these kinds of places.”

You turned on your heels. “I’m ignoring you now.”

Folding his hands behind him, he trailed after you, remaining two steps behind, pretending like he couldn’t outpace you with those long legs of his.

“Wait, is that why you’re here? You’re waiting for a date?” He watched you take a seat. “That can’t be it though, who orders before their date?”

Refusing to look at him, you opened your phone as you expressed your gratitude, “Thank you for paying, now would you kindly get lost?”

[Host, what are you doing? This is the perfect time to seduce him.]

Yeah, not happening. I need to be five kinds of drunk before I even consider– “What are you doing?” 

He slid into the seat across from yours. “Hey, I’m hungry too.”

“There are other tables, y’know.”

He cocked his eyebrow and you briefly scanned the room. Right. This was a university cafe. Dammit. He did pay for your food, and he wasn’t totally obnoxious to warrant a kick out. 

With a sigh, you opted to just ignore him and kept refreshing your phone.

“So, are you going to study here?”

“...”

“The music’s pretty nice, if a little basic.” 

“...”

“I can’t really stand music when I’m studying, or the sound of people talking. When I’m reading, I’m reading. When I’m listening to music, that’s all I’m going to do. I guess I’m not a multitasker, I like to think of myself as–”

You slammed twenty-five dollars on the table. “Please take this and leave.”

He put his elbows on the table and leaned closer. “Nah.”

Ugh.

“What do you want from me?”

He flexed his arm and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. “Tell me why else you’re here.”

“To eat dinner.”

“And?”

“To study.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You want me to leave, don’t you?”

“...I have an appointment.”

“Is the appointment romantic in nature?”

“Not even a little bit. It’s purely academic, and I’d like to keep it confidential, so could you–”

Kelsey arrived holding two trays. “One large grilled chicken salad with one medium choco mint frappe, and one freshly toasted cheese and sausage eggdesal[1] with a cup of black coffee.”

“Thanks, Kels, but you didn’t have to bring it here, I would’ve gotten it.” Mark said. 

She giggled, “Nah, it’s the least I could do. It’s not everyday you stay here to eat.”

“Well, I still feel bad since the place is packed.”

“It’s my pleasure. We’re not super busy right now since most of the students here just buy one drink for their whole stay.”

“You’re a doll.”

“Enjoy your meal.” She smiled at both of you and returned to her station.

He took a sip of the coffee. “Sweet girl, that one. You know, she’s a physics major–”

“How do you do that?”

His lashes flickered over the rim of the cup.

“How can you… charm people so effortlessly?”

Foamy coffee squirted through his mouth and nose and onto his sandwich. Luckily for you, you reflexively pulled your plate back just in time.

You pulled out the pack of tissue you kept in your backpack and slid it towards him. 

He patted his chest and coughed into the tissues. 

You folded your hands over the table and waited patiently for him to regain his bearings. Once his coughing calmed down, you asked, “Well?”

“Wow. You…wow.”

“It’s a genuine question, I think I deserve a genuine answer.” If it weren’t for your unique circumstance, you would have folded like a cheap hooker if Mark Grayson approached you the way he did after the philosophy lecture. The rest of your brain would’ve had no chances in overriding your hypothalamus. Or your loins. 

“I don’t know where to begin, I–”

“Mark?” 

Amber was here.

“Wow,” he breathed, attention switching from Amber to you. “You really did have a meeting.”

She looked baffled but there was no trace of anger or anything. “Why’re you here, Mark? You hate eating here.” 

“I was just about to leave.” He picked up his sandwich. “See ya, girls.” And with that, he departed, leaving you alone with Amber, who was–according to past posts–his ex-girlfriend. 

Amber laid her bag on the now empty chair. “Sorry for being late, I didn’t expect us to take two hours deciding on how to divide a simple report on childhood obesity.”

“It’s okay, ‘cause of you I just found my second favorite place.” The first will always be your bedroom. 

Amber twiddled with her fingers as you poured the honey mustard over the salad.

“Mark didn’t, I mean, he–”

“I didn’t tell him about the tutoring,” you reassured her. “I didn’t know if you wanted people to know, I just told him it was for school.”

“Really? Thank you! But that’s not what I was going to say.” She cleared her throat. “How do you know Mark?”

“We attend the same philosophy class.”

She looked everywhere except your gaze. “This probably isn’t any of my business, but you seem like a nice person so you should know that Mark doesn’t do the girlfriend thing.”

You used your fork to toss your salad. “I see.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t evil or anything. He’s a sweet guy, it’s just that, he isn’t boyfriend material.”

You nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Good, good. Listen, if you do want to hook up with him, that’s totally your call, I just thought I should tell you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be too busy for a boyfriend, anyway. Thanks, I really do appreciate it.”

Mark Grayson? Please. Not even in a hundred lifetimes. 

[ Ding. ]

You dropped your fork.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, my hand slipped,” you muttered, trying not to gawk at the system’s holographic screen.

[Affection: 12%. Darkening: 3%.]

Glossary: [1] eggdesal: an egg sandwich that uses pandesal, a sweet and salty bread roll. It can be served plain with just the egg (either with scrambled or over easy), or with other fillings like bacon, sausages, and/or cheese.

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Pairing: Sal/Tommy/Buck

Chapter One.

Buck lies on the floor.

Not in some meditative, calming sort of way. Just flat on his back in the middle of his living room, one arm over his eyes, the other still loosely gripping the envelope he pulled from the mailbox twenty minutes ago.

The fridge is making that dying-whale noise again. He should call maintenance. He won’t.

His phone buzzes somewhere out of reach. Probably another alert from the LA Fire Marshal’s office. Or maybe it’s Maddie. Or Chim. Or Eddie.

No. Eddie had stopped calling.

The envelope is still unopened, but he knows what’s inside: the retainer paperwork from Chase Mackey. The lawyer trying to build a case against the fire department. Just in case. A formal complaint, he’d said. Union backing. Maybe even a civil case.

Buck had barely managed to get through the phone consult without feeling like his skin didn’t fit.

He hates it.

The desk. The paperwork. The reports. The way no one looks at him like a firefighter anymore.

He misses the sirens. The adrenaline. The way the firehouse smelled like stale coffee and drying hose line. The way Hen would roll her eyes at his dumb jokes, the way Bobby would sigh and pretend he wasn't hiding a smile.

He misses knowing exactly what to do with his hands.

He misses his Jeep he had lost to the sea. He misses the freedom it gave him. If he tried to replace it now, he'd be laughed right out of the dealership. But it had been his, the same as the job.

Now? Now he's moving from building to building, clipboard in hand, checking sprinklers and extinguishers and trying not to let the ache in his leg slow him down too much.

He’s twenty-six and he feels like his whole goddamn life already happened.

Buck pushes himself upright with a groan and grabs his phone. Unlocks it. Scrolls. He doesn’t even know what he’s looking for.

Reddit. Instagram. Craigslist. Reddit again.

Anything not to look at the lawyer’s card on the table.

The ad appears between listings for used mattresses and dog-walking gigs. Clean font. Bold type.

Find your match. No expectations. Just generosity.

He snorts, but his thumb hovers over the link.

The app downloads faster than it should. Half the profiles are garbage. Hearts-and-dollar-sign usernames, gym selfies, greasy bathroom mirrors. He tells himself he’s just looking. Curiosity.

He doesn’t take new pictures.

Instead, he scrolls through his camera roll, thumb pausing over three.

The first is a mirror selfie, black tank top, a hint of a smirk, his arm folded across his chest like he’s pretending not to care how the light hits his jaw. He remembers taking it out of boredom one afternoon, the reflection clean, the muscle unintentional. He looks confident. Or close enough.

The second is grainier. Darker. He’s just stepped out of the shower, towel low on his hips, skin still damp. The flash flares across the glass, catching him mid-blink. It’s sexy but not posed. A snapshot from a life he doesn’t live anymore.

The third he almost doesn’t upload.

He’s behind the glass, caught in silhouette, steam crawling down the shower door. You can’t see his face, but it’s unmistakably him, broad shoulders, bowed head, fingers resting on the wall like he’s bracing himself.

Ali had taken it.

A week before the bombing.

Back when things between them had felt almost like love.

Before she left.

He uploads it anyway.

Username:

He stares at the blank field for a long time, thumb twitching over the keyboard. Then, with a flat little breath that might’ve once been a laugh, he types:

Firehose

It feels like an old joke. A bad one.

Bio: What the fuck am I doing? This is a bad idea, right?

He hits submit.

Then he leaves the room, because if he sits there and watches the inbox, he might actually lose his mind. This wasn’t supposed to be him.

But Buck 2.0 didn’t exist anymore. The rent really did need paid, and the sex addict in him was a little thrilled, even as his stomach coiled, bracing for the heartache that was sure to come.

Two days later, Buck opens the inbox.

He’s not proud of it.

He tells himself he’s just curious. Just checking. He’s not actually doing anything.

But really, he’s broke and tired. Bone-deep, soul-weary tired.

And he’s lonely.

His leg has been aching since noon. The stairs at the downtown inspection site were endless. The elevator had been out of service.

The microwave dinner from earlier is sitting in his gut like a block of cement. He’s still in the same shirt he wore to work. Still smells faintly of smoke from a faulty kitchen hood he red-tagged that morning.

He should be asleep. Or icing his leg. Or filling out the backlog of reports on his kitchen table.

Instead, he opens the app.

Sixty-eight messages.

He scrolls through the first dozen with a dull sort of resignation. Most are exactly what he expected.

Crude. Creepy.

One guy leads with do you like it rough?

Another opens with a full-body mirror selfie and a dick pic, complete with a winking emoji.

Some are slick corporate types offering luxury hotels and dinners, “just for conversation.” Those make his skin crawl more than the blunt ones.

A few treat him like a service. Giving him flat rates per night or weekends. No repeats. No strings.

One offers a car.

A handful read like personal essays. Too honest, too messy. Desperate in a way that makes Buck feel like he’d have to give more than he has to spare.

He should swipe out of the app.

Hi. This probably isn’t what you expected. It wasn’t what I expected either.

The username is plain: T.S.

No emojis. No flashy headline. Just the message.

Your bio made me laugh. Not at you. It felt honest. I’d like to buy you dinner, if you’re willing. No strings unless you want them. We can talk, or not. Up to you. ~ T

Buck blinks. Reads it again.

It doesn’t pitch anything. Doesn’t ask for more photos. Doesn’t even mention sex.

He scrolls up to the profile.

There’s only one picture.

A cockpit. Helicopter controls blurred slightly by motion. And in the foreground, two hands on the yoke. One resting gently over the other.

The first is large. Knuckles slightly scuffed. Forearm corded with muscle. There’s a faint tan line at the base of the ring finger.

The second hand is cleaner, more deliberate in its grip.

Not posed. Not polished. Just a moment. Two people mid-motion.

Something about it makes his breath catch.

There’s a second message beneath the first.

He’s underselling it. But he always does. Dinner still stands. We’ll cover the bill. ~ S

No emoji. No tagline. Just confidence. Just we’ll cover the bill.

Buck exhales.

It’s probably a mistake.

They’re probably weird. Or too intense. Or married, for all he knows.

But still, he doesn’t close the tab. His finger hovers over the reply button.

[sentryluvs]

storms we cant resist

As the newest addition to the Thunderbolts* New Avengers, you and Sentry clash at every turn-until the sparks between you ignite a storm neither of you can resist. Enemies on the battlefield and rivals in every mission, you discover that sometimes the fiercest storms hide the deepest desires.

robert reynolds “sentry” x superhero! reader

tags: supergirl! reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, cocky sentry, power play, swearing, sentry wants you bad, sizing up, pining, teasing, reader gets riled up easily, may be canon divergent, sentry focus, slight ooc, comedy moments, domestic! thunderbolts* yelena belova is reader’s best friend.

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01. Lightning strikes twice

Madripoor, 10:47 PM

Rain sheeted down the neon-soaked streets as the Avengers jet touched down. You adjusted your suit, solar energy humming beneath your skin, ignoring the way Sentry’s gaze burned into your back from across the cabin.

Yelena Belova elbowed you, her black suit gleaming. “Try not to vaporize him before the mission starts, дорогая . Unfortunately, we need him”

dear, the nickname she had just for you.

“No promises, милая” you muttered.

darling, the nickname you had just for her.

You eyed the golden glow radiating from Sentry’s clenched fists. It involuntarily sent a shiver down your spine. You should never admit it, but behind that cockyness, you felt something, darker was beyond.

John Walker clapped to get everyone’s attention

“Listen up! The target’s a vibranium pulse cannon in the Highrise District. No collateral damage.” His glare landed on Sentry.

“That means you, Superman. Keep it down, I think we have the government shoved up our asses enough”

Sentry smirked, stretching lazily, the suit hugged him in all the right places, making you flush, fortunately the jet was dark enough to conceal it. Or so you thought

“Relax, Walker. I’ll save the fireworks for the afterparty.” His eyes flicked to you. “Unless the newbie wants to show off her… what’s your deal again? Sparkly Kryptonian cosplay?”

The team froze. Not good.

You calmly stepped into his space, as you walked solar flares crackling at your fingertips. “How about I show you after I save your ass out there?”

He stood up, letting a small, low laugh. Sentry towered over you, preying on you. He leaned down untin his breah ghosted your ears.

“Can’t wait to see that, Supergirl”

“My name is Solara” Your eyes held fire, anger boiling your veins. None of you backed down, for a moment it seemed like the world stopped. You heard someone clearing their throat from behind.

“If you’re done eye-fucking can we please move on to the mission please?” James Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier, said while finishing setting up his rifle.

“One second Mr Barnes-“ Another voice interrupted. The Red Guardian, Alexei Shohstakov “I can’t get this- ughh. Lena! come help your papa put belt on, I cannot reach” Yelena groaned in the background, going to help her father.

“We were not- ugh, let’s just get this over with, I wanna go home” You said while stepping away holding your ground. You were thankful for the interruptions because the way he looked at you was definetly doing something to you.

“Mood” you hear Ava Starr say in the background as she spralled on the seats twirling her gun.

Before Sentry could say anything else, Walker slammed his shield to the floor making everyone jump.

“Move your asses, now”

The Mission

Chaos erupted the moment you hit the roof. The cannon’s operator-a rogue AIM scientist-had already leveled three blocks.

“Flank left!” you shouted to Ghost, who phased through a wall.

“Left?” Sentry’s voice was heard over the comms. “Boring. I’ll take the cannon. Watch and learn.”

He shot skyward like a comet, but you were faster. Solar energy propelled you forward, frost breath flash-freezing the cannon’s barrel as Sentry grabbed it.

“What the-?” The weapon shattered in his hands.

You swooped past him, heat vision slicing the control panel. “Lesson one: teamwork.”

Yelena whooped over comms: “Solara : 1, Sentry: 0!”

His growl reverberated in your bones. “You’re dead after this.”

•••

Back at the Tower, you’d barely peeled off your suit when a golden light flooded the training room.

Sentry hovered in the doorway, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscle. “Still owe me that rematch.”

You didn’t look up, still focused on wrapping your knuckles. “Didn’t realize losers got a do-over.”

He teleported behind you, voice a rumble in your ear. “I never lose.”

The fight was a blur of solar flares and supersonic punches. He pinned you against the wall, grip bruising your wrists, but you slammed your forehead into his nose. He staggered back-laughing, blood trickling from his nostril.

“Finally,” he breathed, riled up. His eyes wild, almost manic “Someone who hits back.”

You charged, tackling him through a reinforced window. The night sky swallowing both of you

Midair, 11:59 PM

His hand found your throat as you grappled, both hovering above the city. “Still think you’re my equal?”

Solar energy surged down your arms, ready to strike at any moment. “I think you’re scared that I’m better.”

The Tower’s alarms blared below. He didn’t move.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. Sentry squeezed your throat just enough to highten your racing pulse, making your breath hitch “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before you could snap back, Yelena’s voice crackled on your abandoned comm: “If you two lovebirds are done flirting, we have debrief. Get inside, now ”

And just like that, Sentry dropped you.

You caught yourself floating in from the window you guys broke.

He smirked, golden energy fading as he flew past you. “Tomorrow. Same time.”

“In your dreams,” you shot back.

His laugh followed you down the hall.

0.2 Thunder Without Rain

The debrief room was still buzzing from the mission. Yelena lounged sideways in her chair, boots up on the table, tossing a protein bar at you. “You need this more than I do, Sol. You look like you got hit by a truck.”

You caught it, rolling your eyes. “Gee, thanks” you took a small bite, savoring the chocolate flavor “You should see the other guy.”

Sentry strolled in as if he was summoned, golden aura flickering, blonde hair tousled from the fight. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his lips. “Come on, Solaris, you couldnt have finished without me.”

You didn’t bother to look his way. “Solara, and no, Lena and I were doing just fine until you decided to play knight in shining armor unsolicited.” Venom laced your words, loud and clear

He laughed, the sound low and cocky. “Keep telling yourself that, sunshine. You need me, you always do”

Bucky cleared his throat, trying for authority. “Sentry, take a seat. We need to discuss our next plan” He does as he’s told, taking a seat next to Solara, she mentally rolled her eyes.

Barnes stands up circling the room “Let’s keep this short. We neutralized the cannon, but AIM’s not going to let it go. We need to act fast, and not let the Tower get compromised.” He then pressed the comm on his ear “Ava, report?”

Ava’s upper half body phased through the wall, appearing in front of everyone “They’re looking for us. I would say twenty to forty people, all armed. Suspicious weapons”

“New tech?” John finally talks, adjusting his guns

“Its possible, i’ve never seen anything like it before. We might need to split up and evacuate the building. I’m gonna take some of them down, call me if anything changed” Ava finally said before disappearing through the wall. Loud explosions and shooting sounds could be heard all around the building.

Yelena quickly says “I say we let Sentry go out first to do a quick clean up. Solara and I can evacuate the building, and you guys kick ass, yes? ”

Sentry shot her a look, then turned to you. “Aww, but you’d miss me if I got shot up, Stellar.”

You arched a brow at his comment “You know thats not happening, you’re bulletproof.”

You boldly get closer to his face, rematching the events on the jet “ But if they do shoot you, they’ll be doing us a favor.”

Sentry grinned, stepping closer, his voice dropping “You keep saying that but we both know that aint true”

You make a disgusted face “Fuck you”

Sentry smiled even more

Yelena made a gagging noise. “Can you two save the foreplay for after we’re done thanks?”

Bucky clears his throat, damn thats a reccuring habit, pulling you out of your trance. “We’ll do what Yelena said. Sentry, try to keep them contained here. Solara, Yelena, take the civilians out. John, Alexei and I will follow and aid Sentry with the intruders. Faster we finish faster we can rest, im exhausted” Bucky said with sincerety, is his age finally catching up to him?

Sentry stands up, his shoulder bumping into yours. He stretches and walks to the window

“Dont miss me too much, see you in a minute” He smirked and jumped.

Solara stood up, Yelena following close behind as they walked to the window.

“alright team! lets do this!”

They grabbed hands, and jumped to action

“What’s up with these people jumping out of windows?” John said looking at Bucky

Bucky only shrugged.

•••

The mission was a success, the people were arrested and the weapons are currently being investigated. John was right, a new tech is developing underground.

A few days later, the Tower was back to normal, a little too normal. No missions, no reports, no paperwork, no interviews, no emergencies..odd

Everyone was doing their own individual thing, Solara walked to the empty lounge to fill up her water bottle in a black long-sleeve crop top sportswear and leggins. John enters the room holding various files.

“What you got there Johnny?” you asked him as he sat down near the bar to read them.

“These are the files of the people arrested, i’m just checking if we left any valuable information for the report out”

You sat down next to him, patting his shoulder “Have you slept well?” you said noticing the dark circles under his eyes.

“I’ll sleep when i’m dead” He tries to quote Alexei’s words with a terrible russian accent making you both laugh.

“But seriously though, you need to take care of yourself, we cant have one of our own in bad shape. You’re very valuable for the team” You tell him honestly, John was like a big brother, and you admire the way he tried to make up for his past mistakes. You admire how he cared for everyone in his way. John only gave you a pained smile in response.

“Didnt know we were having a show today” you couldnt help to close your eyes in annoyance as you heard Sentry’s very distinguable voice from affar.

“Oh how I wish they would’ve shot him dead” you whispered annoyed, but thanks to his superhearing he heard every word.

He cockily grinned. It was weird seeing him dressed in something other than his fancy highlighter suit. Today he wore a tight sweatshirt and baggy pants, his hair was curly and you noticed how his roots started to grow back. Hah. Fake Blonde.

“Keep saying that to yourself baby- oh sorry, I keep forgetting you’re Walker’s” and not mine he wanted to say.

Oh, you had enough, solar flares danced your fingertips, impacient.

“Keep talking shit and i’ll have the pleasure of ripping your tongue out Homelander from Temu” Venom laced your words as you stood up, breathing heavily

“Oh? Supergirl has a boyfriend now? i’m hurt” He smirked, he knows how to push her buttons.

He loved it

Walker had enough too, putting the file down.

“Solara, Sentry-training room, now. Work out your issues before you break another window or one of you ends up dead. And Sentry no, I have a wife and kid, Solara and I are friends, nothing more. And if we were, that wouldnt concern you”

Sentry did a mocking soldier salute, but his eyes still lit up with malice “My favorite part of the day starts now.

Training Room

You squared off in the ring, the rest of the team watching from behind the glass. Sentry circled you, golden energy crackling at his fingertips.

“Ready to get schooled again, Solaris?” He smirked, eyes glinting with challenge.

You flexed your hands, solar energy pulsing beneath your skin. Already used to his shitty nicknames “I’ll try not to bruise your ego this time.”

He lunged, faster than sound, but you met him head-on-heat vision grazing his shoulder as he dodged. He laughed, delighted. “That all you got?”

You grinned, letting a solar flare ripple across your knuckles. “Not even close.”

He tried to pin you, but you twisted free, landing a punch that sent him skidding across the mat. He sat up, blonde hair hair wild, and grinned. “Damn, Titanium. You’re almost fun.”

Titanium? thats a new one

You offered him a hand up. “Almost?”

He took it, pulling you closer than necessary. “Keep this up, and you might even impress me.”

Suddenly a voice echoed through the intercom. “Just kiss already!”

You flushed, shoving Sentry away. He just laughed, as his back hit the wall with a loud thud oof he probably dented it, Bucky is gonna have my head

“You need to stop doing that Lena, seriously!” You tell her looking at the camera.

You felt her shrug “Can’t help it, im bored and spying people is the only good thing to do today” her voice boomed over the room”

You walked to Sentry again, pulling him up with your superstrength.

“You dented the way, Bucky is gonna make us eat shit” and he could only agree, a nervious drop of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Hallway

Yelena came down the security room, and looped her arm through yours. “He likes you, you know.” Her thick russian accent lacing through each word

You rolled your eyes. “He likes picking fights.”

She grinned. “Same thing, for him.”

Behind you, Sentry called out, “Hey, Titanium! Don’t forget-rematch tonight. Winner picks the movie.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Hope you like rom-coms.”

He winked. “Hope you like losing.”

Yelena snickered. “Iconic.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the echo of Sentry’s laughter following you down the hall, the storm between you and him just beginning to rumble.

03. Eye of the Storm

The Tower’s atmosphere was lighter after that specific training session, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the calm wouldn’t last. You, Yelena and Ava wandered into the kitchen, finding Alexei and Bucky arguing over the best way to make coffee.

“American coffee is like sewer water!” Alexei boomed, slapping the counter for emphasis.

Bucky shot him a deathly glare. “At least it doesn’t taste like jet fuel.”

Yelena rolled her eyes and grabbed a mug for you two “Ignore them, They’ve been at it for an hour.”

You grinned, pouring yourself some of Bucky’s “dirty water” and leaning against the counter. “I’ll take my chances. What do you think Ava?”

The girls looked at Ava spectantly, Ava shrugged while looking for something in the cabinet.

“Dont ask me, i’m british, we prefer tea” She dipped the tea bag, added hot water and sat with you two

“Cheers!” you clinked your mugs together.

Before you could take a sip, the lights flickered. You exchanged a look with the both of them-trouble, again.

John’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Everyone to the conference room. Now.”

•••

The team gathered, tension thickening as John face was unusually grim.

“AIM’s back,” he announced, tossing a flash drive onto the table. “They’re not just after us-they’re after the tech and put a bounty on Sentry and Solara.”

Sentry’s jaw flexed, but he kept his tone light. “Guess we’re popular, Titanium.”

You frowned, reviewing the files Walker pulled up. Schematics, blueprints, and a list of names-yours and Sentry’s at the top.

Yelena whistled. “They really don’t like you two.”

Alexei grinned. “Means you’re doing something right.”

Bucky leaned forward, voice low. “We need to be ready. If they come for us, we fight back-but we do it smart. No more solo heroics.” Now staring at Sentry

Sentry’s eyes flicked to you, something serious beneath the cocky exterior. “Don’t worry, Barnes. I’ll keep an eye on princess here.”

and here you thought y’all were progressing

You shot him a look. “I can handle myself, thank you very much”

He smirked. “I know. But where’s the fun in that?”

Later – Rooftop

You found yourself on the Tower’s rooftop, enjoying some time alone. The city lights stretching out below, it was an incredible view. Sentry landed beside you, arms folded, light steps.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You shook your head. “Just thinking.”

He studied you for a moment. “You’re not scared, are you?”

You scoffed. “Of AIM? pff please.”

He stepped closer, the air buzzing between you. “Good. Because if you were, I’d have to do something stupid. Like save you again.”

You rolled your eyes to your brain, but your heart skipped a beat. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, leaning in just enough for his hand to brush your cheek. “You love it.”

You swatted his hand like a mosquito, he feigned being hurt.

Before you could reply, the alarm blared-red lights flashing through the night.

“Emergency – Tower Under Siege!”

You and Sentry spring down the stairwell, meeting the team in the lounge.

Bucky tossed you two a pair of comm. “They’re here. Solara, Sentry-you’re with me. Yelena, Alexei, Ghost, Walker -secure the lower levels.”

Sentry cracked his knuckles, golden light flaring. “Ready, Solaris?”

You nodded, solar energy pulsing at your fingertips. “Let’s show them why we’re at the top of their list.”

He winked, stepping in front of you as the doors exploded inward, AIM soldiers pouring into the hall.

“Stay behind me,” he teased.

You shoved past him, blasting the first wave with a solar flare. “Keep up, Sentry.”

He laughed, launching himself into the fray. “Atta girl!”

Aftermath

The fight was brutal but swift. Solara and Sentry moved in perfect sync-his raw power and your precision overwhelming the intruders. When the dust settled, Sentry hovered above the last unconscious soldier on the stairwell grinning down at you.

“Not bad, Stellar. Almost makes me want to let you win next time.”

You wiped sweat from your brow, smirking. “In your dreams.”

He floated down, landing close enough that you could see the gold flecks in his eyes. “Every night, Solara.”

You shoved him playfully, but your heart hammered in your chest. The first time he called you by your actual hero name.

The others came by and you regrouped, finishing the job together.

The storm between you was growing, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could resist.

04. Calm Before the Crash

The Tower was quiet, the kind of silence that made every sound echo. Most of the team had gone to bed, but you found yourself by the rooftop ‘s emergency door, soaking in the last rays of the city’s lights. You let the energy hum beneath your skin, feeling the gentle warmth that always lingered after a fight.

If it weren’t for your superhearing, you wouldn’t have noticed Sentry approaching you quietly. For someone so powerful, he surely knows how to be sneaky. You trully were’nt in the mood for fighting so before you clapped at him coming to pick on you, you reconsidered your choices as you looked at him

He leaned on the railing beside you, eyes scanning the skyline. For once, he didn’t wear his cocky grin. He looked tired-haunted, lost even.

You broke the silence first. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head. “Not lately.” Wow, who would’ve thought this almighty god had trouble sleeping?

You studied him, seeing the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed as if fighting something invisible. You mentally, debated what you wanted to do. Ugh, i’m so going to regret this later

“You want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then sat on the low wall, elbows on his knees. This pose made him look so fragile “Do you know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself?” His voice was raw, stripped of all the sarcasticness it used to have all the time.

You suprised yourself by sitting beside him, close but not touching. “Sometimes. My powers…they’re a gift, but they’re also a burden. If I take in too much solar energy, I could level a city. If I don’t take enough sun, I get weak, sick. There’s never a perfect balance.”

He nodded at your statement, staring at his hands. “When I got my powers, it was supposed to be a miracle. I was just a guy- Robert Reynolds used to be my only name. Messed up, addicted, looking for a way out. I participated in a human testing experiment, not caring what would happen, hell I trully didnt care if I died. They gave me a serum, and suddenly I was a god. But there was a catch. The darkness within me came with it-I call it The Void. It’s always there, whispering, waiting for me to slip and take over. I’m terrified of what I’ll do if I lose control.”

You listened, heart aching for him with simpathy. “People see the power, not the cost. Only want the glory. They don’t understand what consequences comes with holding any power. ”

He looked at you, eyes shining in the city lights. “If I let myself feel, I’d fall apart. The Void feeds on that. It wants me to be alone.“

You reached out, your hand covering his. “You’re not alone, Sentry, I know what it’s like to feel like you’re one mistake away from disaster. But you’re more than the Void.”

He squeezed your hand, his grip trembling. You continue. “You’re more than your power.” You found yourself telling him words that you once wanted to hear.

Smiling, feeling the warmth of his skin and the truth in his words. “Hell, I can’t believe im saying this. You’re an amazing hero Sentry, the way you contribute to the team in your own way is very special. Yes they’re may be times that I want to strap you to a rocket full of grenades, or even throw you off the Burj Khalifa for being a little shit. Still do to be honest, you wont leave me alone”

He chuckled “You want my head, I get it”

“But even after all that, I think you shouldnt give in to the darkness. I’m sure the team would be willing to help you out too”

“They all have been shoved down my ass enough” Remembering the events a few years ago. Solara probably doesnt know, maybe its for the better.

“You’re not alone in this Sentry”

“You can call me Bob… well, if you want I mean. Sentry is a sickass name, way better than Bob, probably the best name around here hahah” He said with a cocky toothy grin nudging your shoulder. And there he is

“Well Bob, since we’re doing friendly introductions. You can call me, Y/N”

“Y/N” He tasted the way her name felt on his tongue “Its nice, fits you like a glove, princess”

For a long moment, you sat together in the quiet, two people carrying the weight of the world, finding solace in each other’s presence. For the first time ever, his dickheadness wasn’t so bad.

The storm inside both of you eased, if only for a little while.

05. Breaking Point

After the last attack, the Tower was humming with tension. You’d barely slept, senses on edge, always listening for the next alarm. Sentry Bob had become a little distant since your rooftop talk. Not suprising. You caught glimpses of him in the halls sometimes, golden aura flickering like a warning sign.

You were in the gym, pounding out your anxiety on a punching bag, when the emergency lights flashed red. Sirens blared. The comm crackled with Bucky’s voice:

“Guys, we’ve got incoming-AIM, these dickheads aren’t holding back. Sentry, Solara, Yelena front line. The rest of us will follow. Ava, report and go stealth mode”

Using your superspeed, you suited up quick and sprinted for the main hall, Yelena at your side. “Stay close, Дорогая. Let’s hope that Ken Doll doesnt do anything stupid”

You managed a grin. “No promises.”

The main doors exploded inward. AIM soldiers in advanced exo-suits stormed in, weapons glowing with unfamiliar energy. At their center stood out a white figure-AIM’s new soldier weapon, its suit peculiary powered by the mysterious tech.

Sentry landed beside you, face grim. “Stay behind me, Titanium.”

You bristled. “Nope, not happening”

The fight was chaos. Sentry tore through the first wave, Yelena and Solara focused on taking down the second incoming one together, but the AIM soldier unleashed a pulse that sent him crashing into a wall. Unnotices by you, something flickered in his eyes as he staggered to his feet.

You blasted the weapon with a solar flare, drawing its attention to you. “Come on, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.”

It charged you, and a fight between the two of you broke in. That thing was fast, enhanced, powerful. It threw a punch but you caught it with ease. However, the person under let a chuckle as it blasted the tech’s energy through its widow bites?? hitting you and making you loose balance. This caught you off guard but you absorbed the next energy blast, letting it fuel you. Your skin glowed, hair floating as you unleashed everything you had-a beam of pure solar energy that you knew would knock them out. It did.

Unnoticed by you, a soldier prepared to attack from behind, his weapon pointed to you head as he was taken out inmediately. Sentry was at your side in a flash, but something in his eyes were wrong-too dark, too wild.

“You’re messing with the wrong people, if you want to live, you can walk away now” His tone was filled with undeniable malice.

A soldier charged at him but was instantly turned into a shadow?? “Or not, be my guest”

More soldiers followed to battle, however he brutally manhandled-every-single one with ease. He had a wild grin on his face, his eyes glowing white as the time passed.

Yelena quickly came to your side “Oh no, its happening again. Sol, quick you have to stop him” Her russian accent laced with something you would’ve never thought you would hear, fear

You didnt question her further and quickly made way to his side, grabbing his arm to try and pull him to his senses. Sentry grabbed your neck, grip tight. “Who do you think you’re? trying to stop me? i’m a god, you’re nothing”

He slams you to the wall, you wheezed as his grip tightened. “I dont know what he sees in you, you’re weak” He continues as he gets closer and smells your hair, a whiff of your shampoo makes him smirk. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as his right hand caress your hips leaning by your ear. “You want this don’t you, I can give it to you.”

Having enough, you cupped his face, with the remaining energy you had left, forcing him to look at you, your light meeting his darkness. “You’re stronger than this, Bob. I’m here. I won’t let you go.”

For a moment, you saw him-the real Bob-fighting to surface. He blinked, eyes going back to normal. Sentry’s eyes widened as he saw the position you guys were in, and looked back to the battlefield. You two shared a look that said fight, talk later as more soldier barged in

The battle ended in minutes. The team regrouped, battered but alive.

•••

The members gathered around the table, eating comfortably and chatting. This was a common routine after a big battle. However, Sentry sat by the window apart from everyone. His eyes held that haunted gaze you saw in the rooftop. Everyone noticed how tense you two were after the incident, but nobody dared to ask. You approached slowly, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“Wanna eat anything? You should before the fridge ends up in Alexei and John’s stomachs” you whispered.

He looked at you, voice broken. “I lost it. I almost hurt you.”

You squeezed his hand. “But you didn’t. You fought it. Besides, i’m a big girl, I can handle myself” You flexed your bicep.

He let out a small laugh, some of the darkness easing from his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that, Solara”

For the first time, you felt hope-maybe, together, you could weather any storm.

06. Fracture

The Tower was messier than usual. AIM’s attack had left damage beyond the usual “repaint, move on” You courtly greeted the usual construction team working on the repairs as you made your way to the conference room.

The team gathered around the round table. Alexei sat besides his daughter who had a bored look on her face, Ava sat one chair apart leaving space for you, John sat on the other side with a small note pad filled with what you would assume were things he wanted to discuss, and lastly bucky stood by the whiteboard with some files.

The only missing one was Sentry. Not that you cared anyway.

“Sentry will be here later. He had a meeting with Valentina.” Bucky said for the team’s knowledge. Although the team didn’t have a formal leader, you all secretly agreed that if they were to be one, it had to be him. After all, he was the one that brought them together. Bucky rights on the board “Mission Report” damn. his handwriting is neat for a fossil.

“Anything you wanna comment on?” He asks before Ava raises her hand “Yes, they were twice the people we encountered before. At least 30 people per group, all armed with the same type of weapons”

You add thinking deeply “There was this person, who had a mask and a white suit, I would guess that was their leader. Although this person’s fighting style was different, but very familiar…almost like an enhanced black widow” You said truthfully.

Yelena turned to her in disbelief “You can’t be serious are you? The Red Room is gone, my sister and I made sure of that. “ You saw the pained look on her face when she mentioned Natasha.

“Dreykov’s dead, and not a single widow remains under the room’s control since we freed them all.” She huffed and Alexei rubbed her back, calming her down “Sorry, I got carried away, please continue” You gave her a sad smile, knowing that this was a sensitive topic “The person’s suit was oddly similar to the widow’s suits, also, they blasted me with two wrist guards similar to what you and Nat use. Coincidence? I think not”

John butts in, interest in his tone “Are you saying there may be a widow involved with this mysterious organization?” You nodded and Yelena rubbed her temple, clearly stressed.

“Well if there is one, she’s enhanced. I saw through the vents how she took down the lower level guards with ease.” Ava said. “Also, when are we gonna discuss what happened with Sentry back there? Seriously, he was crazier than usual”

Bucky nods “Solara, Yelena, when Sentry lost control, what happened before that?” You girls look at each other trying to remember

“Ah!” Yelena snaps her finger, remembering

“The white soldier blasted him with weird energy while me and Solara took down the others at the sides. You nod and add “After that, he completely changed” Everything discussed, John writes it down on his notepad. “Do you think the weapon had something to do?” Yelena asks Bucky.

Bucky grimmed, a clear thought passing through his head “This is more serious than I thought.”

Ava asks “What is it?” Bucky looked her way “We may be dealing with something similar to Superman’s red kryptonite. In the comics, the green one weakened him, the red one, however, made him loose control”

John snorted, eyes still on his pad “Didn’t take you for the kind that reads comics” Bucky palms his face grunting “It’s called having hobbies, Walker. And the first came out in 1938, for your information” Alexei stopped the banter “Sargent Barnes, if this is the case, what should we do? will Sentry turn on us?” He asked him with concern

“No I dont think he will, but we need to be precautios of whats coming. Keep Sentry at bay and investigate further. We can schedule a undercover mission to gather intel.” Everyone nodded.

Bucky hands Alexei some files which he passes around. “Some of the people arrested had criminal backstories with Hydra and Shield. Look for valuable info, Yelena if you can, get something out of any of them. That’s all for today”

The door opened, Sentry entered with his usual cocky grin. “Hope I didnt miss much” Bucky sighed and quicky summarized the meeting, including the part of the red kryptonite situation.

“Damn, Buck, who would’ve knew you read comics.” Sentry said with a raised eyebrow. John laughed loudly at his comment, fist bumping him. “I told him the same thing dude!” However, the energy of the room felt uneasy after that meeting.

•••

You found yourself in the kitchen later in the night, trying to make coffee, but the machine sputtered and died with a sad wheeze.

“Need help, Solaris?” Sentry’s voice behind you was a little too close, a little too smug.

You didn’t turn around. “Unless you can fix a coffee maker with your ego, I’m good.”

He leaned in, voice low. “My ego fixes a lot of things, sunshine.”

You snorted, grabbing another mug from the cabinet. “Like what? Your reputation for being a pain in my ass?”

He grinned, eyes glinting. “And you love it.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart hammered. He was too close, heat radiating off him like a second sun. “You wish.”

He stepped back, cocky and casual, but you saw the tension in his jaw. You think he wanted you riled up, going back to his usual ways, rooftop talk long gone, and damn if it wasn’t working.

Yelena strolled in, hair in a half bun, jeans and hoodie, wait, isnt that my hoodie? . She eyed the two of you, then the broken coffee maker. “You two flirting or fighting? Hard to tell these days.” You shot her a glare. “He’s being insufferable.” Sentry shrugged, grabbing an apple from the counter. “She started it.” Yelena grinned. “If you two finally hook up, can you keep it down? Some of us need sleep.”

You choked on your coffee. Sentry just smirked, biting into the apple with a wink.

•••

Later, Bucky called a meeting in the lounge. “Someone infiltrated our database and our security team. We’re on lockdown until we figure out who leaked it. groups only. No one goes anywhere alone.”

Yelena immediately claimed you as her partner, but Bucky shook his head. “Solara, you’re with Sentry. Yelena, you’re with Ava. Alexei, John you’re with me.” You groaned. “Seriously?” Sentry’s grin was pure trouble.

You stomped furiously down the hallway to your room. Sentry following close. At your door you turned to face him “If you snore, I’m blasting you into the sun.” He leaned close, voice dropping. “You’d have to get close enough to find out.”

You shoved him, but he caught your wrist, pinning you to the door with a loud thudz The air buzzed with electricity. “Careful, sunshine,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “You keep pushing, I might just push back.” You glared, fighting the blush forming on your face. “Let go.” He did, but not before his thumb traced a line over your lips. “You’re fun when you’re mad.”

Having enough, you push him hard again and opened the door, craving to close it in his face and breaking all his perfect teeth. Inside, he glanced around your room: spacious, but comfortable. All sorts of paintings and posters decorated the walls, a small desk was filled with pens, notes, your bed was unkempt in a way that it meant that you planned to nap later. He saw a makeup vanity covered with polaroids of the team, you Yelena and Ava making funny faces, John sleeping on the couch and Alexei putting whip cream on his spralled hand, Bucky asleep as you drew things on his face with a smile and him in the back reading. He smiled at the sight.

You removed your hoodie staying only in a crop top, his eyes following you as you reached for the tv remote on the nightstand. You glanced his way “If you’re done staring, make yourself comfortable”

He sits on the edge of your bed, unsure when you said “I hope you like romcoms, you owe me one”

•••

Hours later, you woke up and found him in the floor, sitting alone in the dark. The cockiness was gone, replaced by shadows.

You glanced from the bed, silent for a moment. “You okay?”

He didn’t look at you. “I just thinking about that day, when I lost control”

You patted your side motioning him to sit, he does. “You didn’t. You fought it.”

He let out a shaky breath. “You make it sound so easy”

You swallowed, heart pounding. Remebering how the dark version of him gripped your neck, caressed your hip and whispered things in your ear

He turned, searching your face. “You’re dangerous, Y/N. You make me want to do things I shouldn’t.”

Sentry’s face starts getting closer to yours, you felt his breath on your lips.

The moment stretched, electric and fragile. You pulled away panicking “Let’s go to sleep” you quicky turned around, heart pounding against your sternum.

Sentry laughed, and the tension broke-but something had shifted between you. The storm was coming, and you weren’t sure you wanted to outrun it anymore.