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taehyungisminee · 1 year

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BANGCHAN : Arguments and Apologies~

● Warnings⚠️ : Fluff, harsh language used like once.

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"Are you coming home yet?" You asked pressing the phone closer to your ear.

Chan gave a tired sigh and replied. "No. I'm sorry, Y/N. I have to stay here a little longer." "But it's 2:17 in the morning." You frowned. "Can't you leave it for tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You know I'm on a tight schedule." He explained and you could just tell he was pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll try to get back as soon as I can, okay? You should get some sleep though, it's late." Your brows furrowed in confusion. "I should say the same to you but, mkay goodnight." You said plainly and hanging up straight away.

You sat back in your chair, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in your chest. You knew he was passionate about his work; you admired him greatly for that, but still, you couldn't ignore the fact that is basically overworking himself. This is the third time this week that he hasn't come home.Maybe it's because he doesn't want to come home. To you. You didn't want to think like that, hoping instead that you'd wake up in your boyfriend's arms.

You didn't. His side was cold. Again. You looked at your phone and saw that there weren't any messages from him, and in that moment, another thought chipped into your brain: You're a distraction he doesn't need. It made something inside of you hurt and the more you tried to ignore it, the more you tried to shut it down, the worse it got.

On your break at work, you swivelled from side to side in your chair, looking down at the phone on your lap. You wanted to call Chan, but you also knew that he and the boys were in the middle of rehearsing for their new album release, so calling him would only worry him. Still, you really wanted to hear his voice, so you took a deep breath and pressed the call icon.

"Y/N?" Chan said, picking up. "Is everything okay?" In just four words, you could already feel the tension build up inside you.

"Yeah, everything is fine." You answered. "Sorry to call you while your at work.""It's okay, but is everything alright? Because if it is, then I really need to get back to work."

You bit your lip. "Um, no. It's just you sound exhausted and you didn't come home last night, the last three nights, actually." The last bit came out a bit harsher than expected.

"I know Y/N, I'm sorry." Chan sighed. "This isn't easy on me either, but it's my job."

"Well, can you at least promise me that you'll come home tonight? I'll make your favourite dinner and then we can just relax?" A moment passed before Chan responded.

"I'll be there. I promise." Later, you brought the food to the table, set for two. Out of habit, you hadn't started cooking until around seven-thirty, knowing that their sessions ended late. You also queued up an episode of your favourite drama on the TV.

An hour later, you sat fidgeting on the sofa, glancing over at the door everyone once in a while in hopes that he would be there and everything would be fine. An hour after, you called, but he didn't pick up. By midnight your appetite was completely gone, and the food laid cold and untouched on the table, a clear reminder of how many times you had your hopes up and just ended up disappointed.

Your eyes began to sting, and you tried your best to hold back your tears that were beginning to form as you put the food into the fridge and turned off the TV. You must've dozed off for a while as you were woken up by the sound of a door unlocking and heavy footsteps padding across the floor.

"You promised." You said, sitting up. Chan flinched at the sudden sound, taking a second to locate your curled up form on the sofa.

"Y/N I-." You felt your eyes burn with newly formed tears as you repeated with a brittle tone. "You fucking promised."Chan put his things down and took a cautious step towards you, his expression hard and tired. "I know i promised and I know its late but I'm here now, okay?"

"No, it's not okay." You retorted. "It's 4:15 in the morning. I begged you to come home Chan. To take a break, to stop overworking yourself and-and it seems like you don't even care."

"I do care Y/N. I'm trying my best but we both know my job-." Chan stopped mid-sentence, his expression mixed with frustration and shock as his words began to register.

"You love your work." You said. "And you put your passions first, but what about me? Why am I even here Chan? Why do I still ask you to be here when i need you, when I know that time and time again, you're just going to ignore me and then ask for my forgiveness? What were you going to say? That your job comes first? Well yeah, you're right. If it was a choice between me and your job, you'd chose your job every single time." You said calmly, while your tears flowed down uncontrollably. Chan stared at you. A pool of guilt surrounding him. This was all because of him. He turned around towards the door and said, "I think I should go."

At those words. At the threat of him walking out the door, you let out a small voice. "Please don't go." You could faintly hear Chan crying as well, rubbing at his eyes furiously before rushing towards you to the sofa, taking you in his arms.

He buried his face into your neck and said, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry." He pulled back just enough to look at you in the eye, his own voice thick and raw with emotion. "I love you so much, Y/N. You are my world. My passion. This job is something i do because I love it, but you are something that I live for, and I'm so sorry that I ever made you feel less than that."

After the both of you calmed down, you wiped away the last of your tears and gave him a soft smile. "Thank you. I love you too." Chan brought your foreheads together and cradled you in his arms, gently rocking you back and forth.

"Can I kiss you?" Chan asked quietly, pulling back a little. When you nodded, he pressed his soft lips on yours mouthing little 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' in between each one.

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starlost-andfound · 3 years

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we’re still okay // d.j.s

Inspired by the song ‘Track 9’ by Alexander 23

Summary: Daniel loves making music. The lyrics, melodies and harmonies are all like a language to him. When he was with you, all he wrote about was you. Now that you’re gone , the language that was once native to him has suddenly become foreign.

W/C: 2.077 K (Approximately)

Warning : Angst, implications of death of a loved one

A/N: Hi hello, please listen to ‘Oh No, Not Again!’ the EP by Alexander 23 because it’s a masterpiece, please and thank you.

Hey

It's been a while since we've talked

Daniel sighed quietly, staring at the wall across him in his room. The dark room, illuminated by a soft glow of the sunlight peeking through the blinds. He cuddled her pillow close to him, the remains of her scent, barely there. Recently he had been spending a lot of time in his room, in the dark. His sight had begun to adjust and he immediately picked on the form of the picture frame on his desk, an image of him and his lover looking back at him.

He sighed shakily. He turned away from the picture he loved and hated with a burning passion, as the sound of the door opening caught his attention. He turned to see his visitor. His brother, Christian shuffled into the room.

“Hey buddy,” he smiled softly. Daniel turned back around, facing the wall again. His lips trembled and he shut his eyes tightly, holding in his tears.

“I made breakfast, if you want to come out and eat.”

Silence.

Christian cleared his throat, “You haven’t eaten, Daniel. I know you're hurting but-Please, just eat something. Do it for me, at least.”

When he got no response, Christian sighed. He picked up the dinner plate on Daniel’s bedside table, the food untouched and cold. When the door finally shut, Daniel sighed in relief, a quiet cry leaving his lips. He pressed his face into the pillow, the cloth, absorbing the stream of salty water as it fell.

His fist gripped the pillow as he tried to quieten down, muffling his soft whimpers. He gasped for a breath in between his cries, his hands furiously brushing away his tears. Daniel cursed under his breath, pulling himself out of bed and shuffling to his bathroom where he splashed his face with cold water. He stared at his reflection, pain and sorrow etched in the bags under his eyes and red cheeks.

I see you made it all the way to "Track 9"

So thanks

For listening to all my thoughts

I used to give 'em to you straight

But now you wait for the release date

Recently, Daniel spent a lot of time in his room, so when he stepped out of his room that afternoon, the surprised looks from his brothers didn’t go unnoticed. He ignored their failed attempts at subtle stares and headed for the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge, searching for something to eat.

His appetite sparked at the sight of an apple and he picked it up, snatching a bite of it as he closed the door and walked back to his room.

“You wanna watch with us?”

He stopped and turned to his brothers who sat and watched The Office on the TV. He gulped, looking at the screen and back at his brothers. The Office was her favourite show. He swallowed the bite of the apple he had taken, the piece hurting to swallow with the growing lump in his throat.

Daniel stormed back to his room as tears pricked his eyes and he slammed the door shut, resting his head against the cold wood. He took a deep breath in and exhaled. You should have just stayed in your room.

He didn’t come out for dinner that night, just like the previous few nights. Just like the last few nights, Christian or Tyler always passed by his room to give him his dinner. His head perked up from his bed as the door shut behind him and he craned his neck to see what was on his plate that night. Mac and cheese and nuggets, his favourite.

“Why is that the only thing you eat?”

Daniel looked up from his plate with a smirk on his face, “What do you mean?”

Y/n grinned, “Baby, you practically live off mac and cheese and chicken strips!”

Daniel giggled, “Nuggets, babe, gotta get it right if you’re going to call me out.”

Daniel sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head back onto his pillow. His hand reached out for the pillow next to him, tugging it closer. He rested his head against it, cuddling it close to him. He inhaled, smelling her fading scent. He almost finished using the perfume in her perfume bottle. The shop didn’t have any more in stock.

And you're probably wondering where are all the songs about us?

I hear 'em in my head, but I can't write 'em down 'cause

Once the pen's to paper, then it's really, really over

And I'd much rather pretend that maybe we'rе still okay

Daniel tiptoed across the hallway and into the living room. He walked past a sleeping Kobe with a soft smile and opened the backdoor, shuffling to the studio. His nose tingled at the stuffy air as he turned on the lights in the room. His finger swiped across his table where his music equipment was laid out, picking up a layer of dust.

He pulled out his chair and sat on it with a sigh. Daniel reached behind his computer, pulling out a journal, his song book. His hands delicately flipped through the pages, stopping at his last song in progress, the unfinished lyrics singing back to him in his mind.

“What you working on, baby?”, two arms wrapped around Daniel’s shoulders from behind and he turned his head to see y/n.

He pecked her cheek, “Just a lil something.”

Y/n smiled and kissed his shoulder before resting her head on it, “Can I see?”

Daniel nodded, passing his journal to her. Y/n skimmed the contents of the page as Daniel briefly explained he had yet to finish some parts. He noticed the soft blush which tinted her cheeks when she looked up at him again. “Is this….about me?”

Daniel smiled bashfully, “Maybe?”

“You wrote a song...about me?”, y/n repeated.

Daniel nodded and scratched his head, “Everything i write is practically about you….do you um..like it?”

Y/n looked up at him , frozen for a second before wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I love it so much, and I love you.” She looked up, a lovestruck smile on her face, “I love you so so much.”

Daniel pressed his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together, “I love you too, my love, forever and always.”

She never got to hear the song. The lyrics, melodies and harmonies remained unseen, unheard. A song meant for his lover, that was so abruptly cut off by a sudden loss. It didn’t seem right to finish a song for someone who would never get to hear it. Daniel’s vision grew blurry and he wiped his eyes. His fingers brushed across the lyrics on the page, and he closed his eyes, imagining she was here.

I really hopе that by the fall

We'll find the peace we're missing in the missing pieces

Oh yeah

And I hope we look back at this song

As the beginning of the rest

And not the ending of the mess

Days when they had picnics at the park in their hidden spot, were always Daniel’s favourite. He would rest his head on her lap, y/n talking about her day while brushing her fingers through his hair. He loved the tranquility and the warmth of th emoment.

“You’re so pretty, did you know that?”, y/n whispered, her fingers playing with his hair.

Daniel looked up with a small blush on his cheeks, “Thank you baby. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Y/n smiled, kissing his forehead, “Thank you, bubs.”

Daniel smiled, reaching up his hand to caress her cheek, “Can you read to me?”

Y/n giggled, “Since when have you enjoyed reading?”

“Since you’ve read to me, your voice is soothing.

Y/n smiled and picked up the novel she had been reading recently, flipping to the page she left off. “Should I start from the beginning?”

Daniel shook his head, “No, it’s alright. I just want to hear your voice, I like to hear you talk.”

Y/n pressed another kiss to his cheek before starting to read, flipping past the pages as Daniel listened attentively. As she read, he plucked a daisy on the grass, stretching his hand to lace in her hair, behind her ear.

Y/n shot him a smile before continuing to read, her hands going down to play with his hair. Every now and then, after a couple of pages she would lean forward to place a kiss on Daniel’s forehead.

After a while, Daniel said, “You missed a spot.”

Y/n looked down at him, putting the book to the side, “Oh?”, she smirked, “And where’s that, hmm?”

Daniel smirked, sitting up before pulling her in for a kiss.

“Right there.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You’re so cheesy”

“But you love it,” Daniel grinned.

Y/n shugged playfully, “Eh”.

“Hey!” Daniel’s fingers poked her side, causing her to giggle. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and tickling her.

“Daniel!”, y/n shrieked with laughter, “Stop it!”

Daniel laughed, “Just admit it!”

Y/n struggled against his grip before giving up, “Fine! Fine!” She gasped for a breath as Daniel halted, waiting for her to speak.

“I love it.”

“Love what?”, Daniel asked.

Y/n hesitated a moment before speaking, “I’m in love with you.”

Daniel froze, processing her words, “You are?”

She nodded, cupping his cheek, “I am in love with you, Daniel James, so much.”

Daniel’s face broke into a grin and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to lay down on the mat as he peppered her face with kisses. Y/n giggled, “Dani!”

Daniel lifted his face, looking at her with nothing more than admiration in his eyes, “I’m in love with you too, so so much.”

But now you're

Probably wondering where are all the songs about us?

I hear 'em in my head, but I can't write 'em down 'cause

Once the pen's to paper, then it's really, really over

And I'd much rather pretend that maybe we're still okay

Daniel tapped his pen against the page, small flicks of ink replacing the absence of ideas. Write it for her. He dropped his pen and turned to his keyboard, his fingers dancing across the keys. A mismatched tune echoed in the room after Daniel played the wrong chord and he started again. When he couldn’t find his rhythm, he huffed in frustration, trying a different scale of chords.

He slammed his hands onto the keys, a violent note resonating through the room. Daniel tugged at his hair, trying to calm himself down. He turned and picked up his ukulele, tuning the strings, hoping that this would bring him somewhere.

It was like déja vu as Daniel couldn’t find his rhythm. He set the small instrument aside and picked up his journal. He browsed the pages, searching for any unfinished songs he could work on. Maybe that can get you somewhere. He turned a page, reading the title of the song, Love Song. He immediately flipped it over, ignoring the pang in his heart. Yet, the next page held another name which hurt to read, Fallin’ Into You.

It was as though everything was against him, trying to haunt him. Every page he turned had her name written all over it in melodies and drabbles of chords written in the margins. Every song was about her. Daniel turned to the last used page, the last song he wrote about her.

The one he never finished.

The one that slipped like y/n, through his hands.

He glared at the crossed out words and angry scribbles on the page, pulling the last straw. A sudden anger filled his veins and Daniel yelled, ripping out the page and throwing it to the ground. His hands gripped the sheets in his notebook, yanking them out. His knuckles turned white as held each page, tearing them out. He threw his notebook across the room. It hit the wall with a slam.

Daniel threw his hands on the table, pushing the stationary off the edge. The containers clattered across the floor as he raged across the room. He kicked the couch, a strangled cry leaving his mouth as he fell to the floor. Daniel gripped onto the couch cushion, pulling it down with him as sobs wracked his body.

He hid his face in his hands, clutching onto the pillow tightly as he broke down. He was tired and hurting. Everything ached and the weight of it all was too much to bear. Daniel leaned his head back against the arm rest, crying silently as he looked at the wreckage he caused.

A soft ping from his phone took his attention away as he weakly reached for the device in his pocket. He lifted the screen, seeing a pop up notification from his Photos App.

[Photos : Memories - 1 Year Ago Today]

Curious, Daniel unlocked his phone, clicking on the banner to direct him to the app. The application opened to an image of him and y/n with the scenery of the pier behind them. They wore the biggest smiles on their faces as they stared at the camera. While Daniel’s gaze was focused on the camera, y/n’s was looking directly at Daniel, a huge smile on her face.

Daniel whimpered, wiping his eyes to clear his vision and zooming in on the picture. He looked at y/n one more time before hugging his phone and the cushion close to his chest.

We're still okay

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reformedkingsmanagent · 6 years

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Something More

AN: I wanted to write something that was a bit fluffier than normal so here goes! Hope you enjoy it and it somehow makes sense??

Prompt: None/Myself

Pairing: Charlie x reader

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: NSFW

“Hey.”

You heard Charlie greet you as you set foot in the apartment. You looked for him and spotted him looking over his shoulder with a smile as he sat on the couch, controller in his hands. You noted the take-out on the table in front of him. Half of the food was opened and it was clear he had eaten, but the other half was untouched, waiting for you. You smiled.

“I got you dinner,” he gestured to the food. He moved on to another topic as if him getting you food was the simplest thing in the world. If only he knew how much you had been thinking about dinner on the way home. You had been forced to stay late to meet your deadlines after someone else called out. He was always thinking of you. “I tried to get through this level, but I don’t know how you did it last time. They always see me!” He was talking a mile a minute about the game and you continued to listen as you set your things down by the door. You stepped out of your shoes, still listening to his small rant, and shrugged off your coat. “I feel like it could be a glitch or something, because I’ve watched someone else play through it and they aren’t having this problem.” You made your way over to the couch and took a seat beside him. He set the controller down and turned a little to face you as he continued to talk.

You appreciated his enthusiasm but you also missed him after the day you had. You reached up and pulled his face down to yours, sharing a soft kiss. “Hello to you too.” He chuckled. “Sorry, you know I get like this when I haven’t been able to talk to you all day. I already told you to quit your job.” He leaned back in and captured your mouth in a much hotter kiss, leaving you thinking about skipping dinner.

“As nice as that would be, you know I can’t do that Charlie.” You had discussed this with him at length. He was always understanding, but it didn’t prevent him from making his desires known.

“Well what about if we were to start a family?” You froze.

“...What?”

“I mean...I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about it lately— no pressure, don’t worry.” He had a smile on his face as he brushed off the seriousness of what he was saying. You could see the nerves in the way he avoided making eye contact. He picked up the controller and unpaused the game, the sounds of gunfire from the tv filling the apartment and getting rid of the silence as you processed what he was asking for. It seemed he was done discussing it.

You hadn’t really talked about it much, but now that he brought it up, you would be lying if you said you weren’t ready for it. It felt like the logical next step. He reached over with his metal hand and gave your knee a gentle squeeze, his eyes showing his concern. “Eat your food. We can discuss this later.” He sent you a reassuring smile before returning to his game.

***

You hadn’t meant to let it slip out, you were usually too lost in the sensation of him filling you to form words, but it happened. “Oh, god, just like that—” You quickly looked down to see Charlie’s reaction. You would’ve been embarrassed at the pornstar-quality moan that accompanied your praise, but you noticed Charlie’s cheeks turn pink. His grip on your hips tightened as you continued to ride him, the metal fingers gripping a little tighter than his fleshy ones. You rewarded him with a roll of your hips and he moaned loudly.

“I love hearing you,” he confessed. His blush deepened and the frequency of his thrusts increased. His hands left your hips and smoothed down your arms, his fingers lacing between yours.

“You like it when I praise you, huh?” You grinned. He held your hands in his, out and away from your body, as he continued to thrust up into you. He let a smile spread across his face and you could tell he was a little flustered. Without his hands to anchor you, you adjusted, bringing your hips down as he thrust up.

“Maybe,” he grunted, his eyes travelling down your body to watch him moving in and out of you. You could see the concentration in his face. He bit his lip. He was getting close.

“Oh, Charlie, right there, fuck, just like that—” You had only moments ago discovered his joy at receiving positive feedback and you were more than happy to provide it. You could definitely get on board with that. He grunted and you watched his body tense as his hips bucked up, every muscle flexed as he filled you with warmth. He didn’t breathe until it was over, finally releasing a choked gasp.

You were seconds away from your own orgasm and he knew. He sat up and laid you flat on your back, continuing his thrusts with renewed urgency. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down over you, and crushed your lips against his as he ground his hips down into you. He went harder and faster than before, the sound of your skin smacking together louder than your panting. He reached down between the two of you and his fingers found your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves there, sending jolts of pleasure down your legs. You felt intense pressure building low in your abdomen just before you spasmed around him, your strangled cries filling the room as each wave passed. You relaxed once it was over, feeling utterly spent but satisfied.

He settled over you for a moment, pressing tender kisses to your neck. “I love you,” he spoke into your skin. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, moving it out of his face as he moved up to kiss your swollen lips. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, holding his face in your hands. His blue eyes looked at you in wonder. It wasn’t something you would ever get used to. He constantly looked at you as if you were a goddess, something you would never say when describing yourself. But for a moment in his arms, you could almost believe it.

He stole another series of kisses before finally getting up, his cock sliding out of you despite your body’s efforts to hold on. He retreated to the bathroom and you heard the sink running for a bit before it was shut off. He walked over, warm washcloth in his left hand. His chest and neck were still visibly flushed. “Sorry for the mess,” he winked. He wasn’t. You watched him as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to reach you. You felt him smooth the cloth up the inside of your thighs before wiping away the fluids that had accumulated between your legs. He also took the time to press a soft kiss to the skin of your thigh, soothing the irritation from earlier. He had rubbed his beard across the insides of your thighs after you shamelessly begged for it.

He wiped himself off and tossed the cloth away. Before laying back down he reached for the arm and you set a hand on his thigh, making him pause. “Let me help.” You sat up for a moment to help him, catching him looking at the love bites on your chest. He grinned as you blushed. He held out the metal arm and you dutifully twisted it enough to get it to release. He took it from you, leaning in to kiss you before setting the arm down on the dresser and returning to bed.

He got under the covers and turned so he was facing you, studying you. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked. You always had a difficult time accepting these kinds of compliments, finding them to be hard to believe or embellished. “I don’t know how I’ve convinced you to stay with me for so long, but I definitely don’t deserve you.”

You thought back to when you first met him, remembering how short his hair had been compared to now, how you had to earn his trust before he would even talk to you about himself. How quickly you fell for him.

“Charlie, that’s not at all true.” You scooted closer and rested a hand on his cheek. “You know how much I love you.”

“And I’m still amazed every day that I get to wake up with you in my arms—well, arm,” he corrected himself with a cheeky grin. He moved over you and rested his head on your chest, his left arm circling your waist. You felt him slide a leg over yours and he adjusted himself as he prepared for sleep. “Thank you for loving me.”

You felt that familiar warmth blossoming in your chest. He took care of you so well and he looked out for you. You tried to do the same for him. You reached up and smoothed a hand over his arm that was wrapped around you. You felt him press his face into your neck. “You’re so good to me,” you sighed. You ran a finger from the middle of his back up to his neck, hand sliding up further to play with his soft hair. You felt his thumb rub your side calmly. “You really want a baby?” You asked. His hand stilled.

“I-I mean, yeah…But I can understand it if you don’t want to—” You knew why he was hesitating to just say it. He was still stuck on his past, but he wasn’t that person anymore. You personally saw that change.

“Charlie, you’re a human being, you’re allowed to want children.” He didn’t respond, not at first. You wondered if you had been too blunt about it.

He sat up and wiped at his face. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. You sat up, immediately concerned. Your hands smoothed over his shoulders, and he looped his arm around you, pulling you up into his lap. He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and tucked your head under his chin. “I didn’t realize it until you said it.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Wow.”

You turned and buried your face in his chest, wishing he didn’t have to carry this around with him, wishing he could accept fully that he was different, that he was giving, loving, that he wasn’t a monster. You did what you could to remind him of that, but clearly on a deeper level it was still there. Your heart ached for him. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his face again. “You manage to get me to forget about everything and I feel like a new person, but this...this is bringing it all back up for me. I’ll straighten this out, I promise.”

“Don’t apologize.” You kissed his warm skin.

“I’m sor—” He laughed at himself, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.”

***

You watched him in the mirror as he fussed over his hair, his towel still slung low around his hips. You swore he would stay naked unless someone forced him to get dressed. He caught you watching and dropped his hands, his cheeks turning pink. You winked at him and he grinned.

You returned to your own hair, fingers braiding your hair as precisely as you could manage. “Let me.” You waited as he stepped up close behind you, hands taking the strands you were holding. He went slowly, concentrating on keeping it neat and not getting any strands stuck in the moving parts of his bionic hand.

“Thank you, Charlie.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on your hair. You sighed as your phone’s alarm started going off on the counter. You reached up and silenced it. You pulled your makeup bag into your lap, going through it before you pulled out the small green plastic case. You kept it in your hands, studying it. You felt him tie off the braid and move to get started on the other side but he paused. You looked up at him in the mirror and saw him staring at the green case in your hands.

“Here goes nothing,” you muttered to yourself, tossing the case in the garbage can tucked under the sink. You couldn't keep the smile off of your face. He pretended like he hadn’t watched you do that and instead focused all his attention on braiding the other half of your hair. You reached behind you and rubbed a comforting hand on the outside of his thigh over the towel. He leaned down, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re really good at that,” you gestured to your hair. It definitely looked better than when you tried to do it. He reached over your shoulder for the elastic on the counter and tied off the other braid, leaning down to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You knew he was thanking you for more than just the compliment on his handiwork. “Thank you.”

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endoftheroad1983 · 6 years

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Who do you work for?

Thursday

Who do you work for?

Steve Rogers X Reader

It was late in the afternoon that you found yourself in a steel grey investigating room. It had the two-way mirror like in all the cop shows and movies you've watched. In front of you was a nice cup of Y/F/D. Last night had not been too kind to you. The prison cell, aka a small, windowless room with and even smaller private bathroom, was nightmarish as you could feel your clausephoble kicking in. They even brought your food in pure silence and with any contact. It was making you feel horrible. But you stayed hopeful and strong as you know the others would not leave you. They were your family.

You had to force yourself to look at all the positive things. The room really wasn't that bad. A nice twin bed, a writing desk, and there was even a TV built into the wall. And who in any prison would have a private bathroom to go to? You talked yourself into thinking in was like a small hotel you were staying. A personnel brought your breakfast and lunch. And even the food was great. But you couldn't help the feeling of knowing you were being watched. There was no camera visible but you know that Tony had a lot of techs.

A door that seems to open out of nowhere brought back from your thoughts. You straighten up and waited for someone to enter and say that the Professor had straightened everything out. But the look on Stark and Maria Hill's faces said it all.

“Afternoon. Miss Y/L/N. Oh do you not like your drink?” Tony asked as his eyes dropped to the untouched cup. I shook my head. My time of manners was now starting to get thin.

“I'm just not ready to drink it yet.” You offer a weak smile. They took their place in front of you and you had to focus on them rather than the glass behind them. You weren't dumb, Steve was watching from behind it. You could feel the tension seeping through.

“Let's start off by just talking to loosen up the tension in here before the questions.” Maria nodded to you and then to Tony. Your eyes opened wide at the news.

“Questions? I'm I being interrogated?” You said softly. With your causpholbe kicking in it's robbed you of your energy.

“Sort of. We want to run the same questions between the two of you.” Maria was down to business.

“Shouldn't my Lawyer be here for these kinds of questions?” You chirped again in a soft tone.

“I assure you these questions are not like what we use for our other guest. If you don't feel comfortable answering a question it won't go against you. We are just trying to figure things out. While your friends are away.” Something was off about what she was saying but your mind was a bit fuzzy from the lake of sleep.

“Okay so let's begin,” Tony clapped his hands and reached for some index cards.

“Sure. Ask away.” You volunteered, have known Scott would be yelling at you right now but if you always tell the truth then you can never go wrong.

“Ok, What's your full name?” One of your eyebrows shot up? Was this a real question?

“Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” Tony smile as Maria took notes.

“Good, What's your favorite color?” Again you were getting suspicious.

“My fav color is Y/F/C.” And that went on a few more minutes with questions about yourself.

“Good lets getting into some deeper ones.” Tony suggestion as you were right about your feelings.

“Who do you work for?” It was a very straight pointing question.

“I don't work for anyone, but I do work along side the Professor and his school.”

“Okay, How long have you been with your company?”

“Company? Look the Professor took me in when my powers were getting out of hand when I was fourteen. Been with them ever since then.” I lean back in my chair.

“What do you do while you are at the school?”

“I'm mainly a caretaker.” You got a questioning look from Maria but it was Tony who spoke.

“Could you elaborate on that a small bit?”

“I do some clean and some cooking and I am an extra pair of eyes for the children and for their safety while the others are busy or teaching.”

“Teaching?” Maria asked.

“Yes. Most of the X-Men are teachers for the school.”

“Oh, well that makes sense. You guys are teaching the younger ones to control their power.”

“Yes and education. A lot of people we take in are scare, young, kids, whose family have shone them out. And to answer that twinkle in your eyes, Mr. Stark. “No, I wasn't one of them. My parents and I were on good terms before they died.” The smile grew wider on his face when you called him on it.

“I remember telling you my name is Tony. Fascinating. Even though I would love to sit here and talk about you all day, Do you mind if we move on to the harder stuff?” Tony asked. You nodded. You were ready for this questioning to end.

“OK, Y/N do you mind telling us what your abilities are now?” You look down toward the table. It was the first time in all the questions so far you didn't back away from their eyes. But now it was a different story. “No, I don't feel safe enough to answer that question.”

“Fair enough. How about your training with the X-Men?” Maria asked. You were able to look at them.

“Depends on what you want to know.”

And for the next hour and a half was filled with questions from how the school ran to what you hope to gain in the relationship of the Avengers. Questions buzz through your head as you thought about what you can answer and what you could not.

“I'm sorry I don't know if I can answer that.” You answer on the ones that were pushing your comfort zone with a small smile. After what seemed forever you were excused to go back to your room where your dinner was waiting. You ate as much as you could. If there was only a little window that you could at least look out of would make you feel better but you could only wish for it. You laid down on the cool mattress and close your eyes. It hadn't been that long since you meditate but you couldn't quiet all the noise in your head. So you focus on the rose gazebo in the back of the Mansion's property. You could see yourself curled up on one of the wooden benches with a book in hand and feel at total ease. You took in a deep breath and you could’ve sworn you smelled the roses themselves. You drifted off to sleep after that.

The door opening to your room jerk you awake and you were greeted by a green-uniformed man. You sat up and rub the sleepness out of your eyes. How long were you out? Did you sleep all night? Your brain was even more fried then earlier. You glance at the tv clock and saw that it was a little past nine.

You followed silently back to the steel grey interrogating room. As you entered you greeted by Sam and Natasha. You swallow back your annoyance and fear. What was going on? As soon as you took your sit from earlier, Sam began to explain. It was almost the same thing Tony and Maria had said earlier.

“You're looking a bit pale tonight? Is there anything I can do or get that might help you relax?” Sam asked with real concern in his eyes.

“I had trouble sleeping last night, I'm just tired.” I shrugged it off. Not wanting to give any of my weakness away.

“Are you sure?”

“Well if you really serious I will take a couple of beers.” You smiled at the thought of Logan crossed your mind. You had seen him do with in some cases that you work for him. And only one time did you two just walked away from the scene without a scratch. To you, you guess that if they were okay with you drinking then they weren't really that bad. “Well”, you thought to yourself, “Here's to testing Logan's theory.” Sam gave Natasha a side look and then raised his hand. You immediately understood what he was doing. They were not holding back the secret that there were other people watching.

“I see no harm in it. Might even help you sleep tonight.” Your eyes, which have been on the table top in front of you shot up.

“Still not a word?” He shook his head with a deep frown. You nodded as you suck back the emotions that were trying to break through.

“I'm sure we will hear from them tomorrow.” Sam reached over and wrapped his hand around my wrist and patted the top of my hand.

“Yes, tomorrow. But I assume this is another questioning like earlier?” You asked as Nastaha nodded your head.

“Just some basic question we would like for you to go over.” Natasha's voice was bland and straight, It was hard to tell what she was thinking about.

“I have nothing to hide.” You answered. You instantly regretted those words when something flashed through her mind.

“Alright, Let's begin. What is your full name?” I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

“Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N”

“What is your favorite color?”

“My favorite color is Y/F/C”

A half an hour gone by and you found yourself repeating the same answers as before. It was rather boring but Sam and Natasha were patient like the others. It wasn't until the next set of questions were about to go off when the door opened. You were in the middle of speaking but quickly stopped. Your back was toward the door but it was through the two-way mirror that you saw a clear vision of Steve walking in. He took the breath out of you and you force yourself to look at the table.

“Steve?” Sam questioned.

Natasha was like Quicksilver and was out of her seat and pushing Steve back out the room. The only problem was that Steve was a lot stronger than her. Which meant that he didn't move an inch. He put his hands up as if he was surrounding to show that he had a beer in his hand. He lends over and whispers something in Natasha's ears. Her frown creased but she didn't say anything. After he was done he pulled back and handed her the beer. Without another word or look, Steve was right back out the door.

“I'm sorry about that. We are keeping Steve away from both of you.” Sam answer but his eyes said he was confused about the whole thing.

“Seems fair,” I mutter as I took a very long sip of beer.

“Shall we continue?” Natasha asked as I nodded, “Who do you work for?” This time I couldn't hide my sigh. Even though I knew they were going to take it the wrong way.

“I do not work for the Professor. I work with the Professor.

Two hours and your last beer and the questions were done. But your brain was quite sure that it was only done for now. I still had over had a bottle of beer as Natasha and Sam finished up their paperwork. Sam notice my drink first.

“Hey, you can chill and finish that in here in peace. Just knock on the door and have the guard assist you back to your room.” You looked up at him, eyes widen and your mouth agape.

“Is that wise. I'm your prisoner. I could take advantage of the predicament and break out of here.” Oops, I shouldn't have said that. But the mix of alcoholic and lack of sleep make your head feel bubbly enough to question out loud what's in your head. Natasha's eye widens as Sam begun to laugh. He clamps Natasha on the back as he heads for the door.

“Easy there Jail Bird. We have cameras all around. Someone will notice and alerts us. It was your turn to laugh.

“I figure that much.” You told them as they left. You swallowed another sip and looked around. You were thinking up slamming the rest and going back to your room. But the feeling of being in here was actually pretty safe feeling and lonely at the same time. It took you maybe another ten minutes to finish it. You wanted to hurry but not go overboard. It was then at the last sip of beer that you tasted sandy bits at the bottom. That's not right. You turned the bottle upside down and spilled the last liquid onto the table. You could care least about the mess. A huge, white hunk of something came out of the bottle.

“I've been drugged.” You said to no one. You tried to stand up but your feet were like glue, stuck to the floor and the feeling was beginning to climb up your legs. Soon you were a sitting target. And all you could was stare right in front you. Then suddenly an alarm went off it set the white lights into a dark red one. You could barely make out what F.R.I.D.A.Y was saying out in the hallway. But you could hear people running back and forth. What was going on?

The door open. And a welcoming breeze came flooding in. The wind whipped to you. Help is coming, A great feeling of relief flooded in.

“Oh thank you. Please tell them to hurry.” I muster up to speak but the breeze was cut off by the slamming of the door. Your eyes race to the mirror,

“Who are you talking to?” You didn't have to see him know who he was. Even in this red light, his hair was still nice and gold. Steve stood by the door and watch you through the two-way mirror as you did him.

Your heart pounding in your chest. Steve was the one who had poison the beer. The look of hatred on his face told you the truth.

“Help is on the way,” You told his twin image.

“I don't think it will make in time.” He walks towards you and begins stroking Y/C/H. That's when you see the struggle in his eyes. He was under that others girl's power.

“Maybe, maybe not, But what are you going to do? Kill me and then run away with Jackie?” A smile started to form on his face until he thought of something.

“Kill?” He barely whispered. A hand reached for his head and again a struggle took over. But just as quickly as it appeared Steve was overtaken by the manipulation. His eyes grew dark again and the look of a man hunting took over.

“Steve.” You tried to call him back out. You quickly thought back to everything this week. All the clues from all the accidents that taken place began lining up like baby ducks. A piece of tidbit popped up out of all the others. She was touching Steve. Y/N had cracked it. Jackie was controlling by touching. That was why he was getting all hostile about being away from her. Have the others caught on? Now, what to do?

But you didn't get to decide that. Steve pulled you and the chair back into a corner. He then pulled up another chair and sat in front of you.

“So how long have you been sneaking into Jackie's room?” I let out a playful grin.

“I have never stopped seeing her.” he openly admitted.

“Not a surprise. But seriously, you can't just run away. Your Captain America. Everyone knows your face. You're all over the news. My team will find me and avenge me.” More conflict was dancing in his eyes. So the spell most only lasts a certain time frame.

“Avenge?” More pain crosses his face. Maybe I could I could break free.

“Steve, You don't want to do this. This is not you. You are a very noble man that would protect the smallest insect if he had too. You are being influenced and you need to break free.” Now both hands were on his face with his mouth bend down. After a few minutes a very shock and confuse Steve was looking at you. Have you done it? Did he break free?

“Y/N, What's wrong? Why am I here?” He was completely at a loss. You smile as the Steve you knew was back.

“You were manipulated by Jackie and you drugged me.” You put out flatly.

“Who's Jackie?” You were shocked by that response. He was quick to examine you. Before you could answer he going over the last thing you said, “I poisoned you!?! How can we go about kissing me to poisoning you?” The sweet guilty face that you loved before was back. Your heart leaped with joy that he remembered. He looks around for someone.

“Just stay here. I will get a doctor!” Was he serious? How were you suppose to move? But you bit your tongue and let Steve ramble on.

He quickly went to the exit and open the door, F.R.I.D.A.Y was eerily quiet but the red lights were still on.

“I'm going to go get...” Your eyes race to the doorway where Steve had stopped talking and was walking back into the room. Soon you could see Jackie's hand sliding up and down Steve's bare arms. Another groan let out in your head. This day just keeps getting better.

“Why Steve your talking forever. I was wondering where you were.” Steve stay quiet as her eyes drifted to you.

“Oh, now Stevie. We can't keep her alive. So please finish the job.” She got up on her tippy toes and planted a huge kiss on his lips. That was it, He was hers again.

Without any hesitation, Steve turns and came at you again. He wasn't in a talkative mood this time. He came straight from your throat. Steve's hands were twice the size of your throat and he had no problem wrapping around it. He was also a super soldier and his strength was uncanny.

“Steve.... please.....stop...” You tried to choke out but none of your words but he wouldn't listen. Luckily for you, Jackie had left the door open. The pressure on your throat was cutting off the rest of your pipes and it was now or never. Your struggles to get your senses back. Slowly your arms could move but only in sharp, agonizing pain.

“Now!” You scream as you took the last of your strength to shove Steve away. He was surprised by your sudden movement that he let go of your throat. At the same time, a tsunami of wind came charging past Jackie and Steve and slammed into me. It hurled me into the closes shadow and it was there you let yourself melt into the cool darkness.

Seconds later, you were on the floor of the dark, empty observant room. You rolled over to see Steve thrashing the window. Cracks were beginning to form and as you choke. The fear of him getting back at you sent terror into your whole veins. You begin crawling toward to door. Open to see it open a few seconds later. Your heart race as you thought it was Steve.

“Y/N?” The low rumble sound made you break and you started crying. He helped you up and you swore he was just a dream until you looked through the glass mirror and saw that Tony Stark and his team and rush into tackle Steve. He had done some heavy damage to the window. Logan pulled me away and you collapsed in his arms.

“Whoa, Whoa, there kid. Everything's alright now.” That was the last thing you heard as you let yourself pass out.

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theres-a-fine-line-fic · 7 years

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Chapter Thirty Two- I Know The Sky Will Turn To Grey

Hey guys, it's another update! I know I normally have a photo at the start of each chapter, but for some reason my phone won't allow me. I'll fix this when I can use my laptop again. The story will still be a little sad for a little while longer, but it's not forever, I promise. Enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________ The days passed slowly after the incident. I was finding it harder and harder to be around Josh. He seemed to constantly want to talk about our son, and I just wasn't ready for that. For me, it was easier just to bury my head in the sand and to try to find a distraction, anything other than grieving or coming to terms with our loss. So I did the same thing I always did when I was trying to avoid thinking: I put on bright red lipstick, dyed my hair a different colour (this time, a dark auburn) and threw myself back into my work with my head held high. I had received a couple of emails from Dave Rose whilst I was on tour requesting my assistance in helping record a couple of albums and EPs if I was up for it on my break. Of course I couldn't say no, and I knew that Dave would have spoken to Nick who would tell him I would be looking for something to do. I couldn't help it, for me it was either work myself to the point of near exhaustion or sit at home and think about my problems, or God forbid, actually speak to someone about my feelings towards our recent situation. Understandably, this grated on Josh's nerves. It all came to a head over dinner one night. We had cooked dinner together, sharing a joke or two and listening to music, just trying to keep some sense of normality, all the while trying to be careful of Josh's arm and shoulder, which was in a pink sling matching his hair perfectly. It was a joke gift from Tyler, but Josh still wore it with pride- even if only around the house. It wasn't until after we had laid the table, and sat down to dinner that Josh had decided to bring up that topic. "Ava?" I looked up, a piece of spaghetti hanging out of my mouth as I tried to suck it into my mouth quickly. Elegant as always, Ava! "I really think we need to talk about it." I froze mid mouthful. "I really don't think we need to. Not yet anyway. Just give it a little more time. Please, Josh." Josh frowned as soon as the words had left my mouth. He calmly set his cutlery down on his plate, taking a small sip of the wine before continuing. "Ava. It's almost been a week. Haven't I indulged your denial for long enough? I don't think it's healthy to bottle up your emotions like that. Please, just talk to me about it. About how you feel. Please?" I could hear in his voice that he was near the point of pleading with me. I shook my head, I wasn't going to discuss this now, and I certainly wasn't going to let it ruin the evening. "Why don't we talk about it later and just enjoy the evening. We could watch the X-Files and cuddle after dinner?" I knew instantly that the words had annoyed Josh. He looked pissed, an expression that he hadn't directed towards me for quite some time. I'd almost forgotten how much that look scared me. "Alright Ava, you've had enough time with your head in the clouds. We need to talk about our son, this-this thing between us is festering and-" "We don't have a son Josh. We lost him. There's no point talking about it, it won't change anything." I could see the anger rise on Josh's face. "How the hell can you sit there and act so apathetic? How can you be so blunt? You must be in denial, Ava! Pull your head out of your ass and realise that you're being nothing but cold hearted! You've just lost your child and you think the world should just carry on as normal? Everything has changed Ava!" Josh almost roared at me, screaming at the top of his lungs, tears filling his eyes, as he stood up slamming his hand on the table. Something inside me finally snapped. I wasn't prepared for Josh to be so forward and blunt. "I'm not discussing this, it's hard enough for me-" "Oh really it's hard enough for you? How the fuck would I have known that Ava? You don't talk or open up to me! It's bad enough that I've lost my son, I don't need to lose my partner too just because she's too damn stubborn and pig headed to actually open up about how she feels and if she isn't coping! You'd rather come home every night having worked yourself to the bone, trying to ignore your problems! Well guess what lady, it's going to bite you in the ass because it doesn't work! You need to open up to me, otherwise things-this won't work!" I knew he had a point, but I wasn't about to back down. He couldn't force me to stop working or talk about things. Especially not if it meant having to finally admit to myself how I felt. "Look Josh, I don't need you right now. I have enough to think about! Just let me get on with work, I don't need to think about you or our son okay. In fact, I don't want things to work between us! Just pack your bags and leave me the hell alone." I could see the hurt in his face as the words registered in his mind. I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I was too late to stop myself before the hate filled words tumbled out. He looked down at the barely touched food again, before speaking lowly, almost whispering. "You want me to leave? That's okay Ava, I love you, so if you need space, I'll give you all the space you need." He pushed his chair back and calmly walked out of room, heading upstairs. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, it was too late to say anything. I knew I hadn't just crossed the line, I had taken a huge sprint up to the line before pole vaulting across it as hard as I could. And what did I do to try to rectify the situation? Nothing. I emptied the pot of spaghetti and sauce into a tupperware dish and sat it next to the front door with Josh's car keys on top of it. I didn't want him to go hungry. I turned off the music, and quickly emptied the table, suddenly a lot less hungry than I had been previously. Granted, I hadn't eaten much recently, I had mostly just been eating at home so that Josh had one less thing to worry about. At work, I had maybe grabbed a smoothie or a handful of M&Ms or something. I'd had a sour taste in my mouth since I had woke up in the hospital. I tried to assume that it was just a side effect from the pain meds that they had given me to help with my side. I was still sore and bandaged up. Really, I shouldn't have been working or doing any heavy lifting, but when had that ever stopped me before? Josh's light padding across the floor upstairs soon stopped as he moved across the landing, closer to the stairs. I sat back down at the now empty table, as Josh began to walk downstairs carrying his rucksack and two bags in his left hand. He set them down pausing by the front door. "Ava?" My eyes shot up from the table to look at him, as I began to rise out of my seat, moving towards him, trying to wipe the tears from my face without Josh seeing. Was Josh going to say something to make this okay? "I can't pack it all like this. I'll come back for it if that's okay?" "Oh... well yes, that's okay. Do you need a hand carrying that? Do you want to take my car?" Josh shook his head at me. So he wasn't going to change the situation by just staying here until I calmed down and apologised? He clearly didn't want to be anywhere near me after that outburst, and honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to be anywhere near me right now either. "It's okay, Jordan is coming to collect me. That should be him now." A loud car horn coming from outside indicated Jordan's arrival. Josh picked his bags back up, and stepped away, allowing me to open the front door for him. The door swung open in the light breeze of the night air. Up close, I could see how red and puffy Josh's face was. This wasn't the face that I was used to, there was no trace of a smile on his handsome face. "I'm so sorry Josh, I-" "It's okay, Ava. You need time, I understand that and I'm going to give you it. If you ever want me to come home, just tell me. Goodbye Ava, just remember that I love you." Josh pressed a single kiss to my forehead, before walking out the door and up the path. I stood in the doorway watching Jordan run out to grab the bags from Josh, throwing them in the back seat of the car before rushing to hug Josh tightly. It was clear, even from this distance, that Josh was devastated and Jordan was trying hard to comfort his older brother. As Josh got into the car, Jordan looked over at me and waved. He wasn't doing it to be rude, he genuinely looked concerned when he saw me. I waved a little hello back. I watched Jordan get into the car and they both drove off, my eyes following them down the street until they disappeared from sight, and then I caved. I shut the door, sliding down against it and sobbing. ----------------------------------------------------------- I didn't sleep well that night. In fact, I didn't sleep at all. Eventually, I had moved from the front door to lie on the couch in the living room. I couldn't bear the thought of sleeping in the bed that Josh and I had been sharing, I didn't want to stay in the spare room which had been Josh's room, as it would still smell like him and contain all his clothes. The other room was what should have been the nursery. As far as I was concerned, that room was dead and gone too. I laid on the couch, bleary eyed, watching the infomercials until it was time to begin getting ready for work. My eyes focused on flitting between the clock on the wall and the large TV. My phone was still upstairs in my room, untouched from last night's events. I didn't want to speak to anyone, so I didn't see the point in looking at the phone. I left for work an hour and a half before I was due to start. It was a thirty minute drive, but I just wanted out for a while. I stopped at Zest, thankfully early enough that there was no one else around. I placed my sunglasses and beanie on, wrapping my coat around myself as I exited the car. I was greeted upon arrival into the store. "Hey! You're here early, late night last night?" I wasn't really in a talkative mood, but the friendly smile and optimistic look of the employee stopped me saying anything sarcastic back. "Uhhh... Yeah, I was up all night actually. Do you have any recommendations?" The employee nodded and got to work whipping up a smoothie while I picked up a juice. I paid for the items, gathering them up, ready to return to the car. "Hey, here's a free shot as well! It's got ginger and turmeric in it so it should help with your hangover!" I smiled and thanked the employee, as they handed over a small bag, before leaving drinks in hand. They thought I was up all night drinking instead of crying. That's funny, maybe I could convince Dave that I was drinking all night too and use that as an explanation for my bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks. ----------------------------------------------------------- I drove around listening to the radio for a while, before refilling the petrol tank on the car and arriving at work. I had grabbed a couple of boxes of doughnuts at the gas station to bring into work. "Ava! You're early, I've only just arrived five minutes ago!" Dave Rose was setting up the paperwork and itinerary for the day as I arrived, beanie and sunglasses still in place. I was a little light headed after rushing from the car, causing me to grip on to the table hard enough for my knuckles to turn white, just to stop myself from falling over. "Yeah, I just really enjoy work!" Dave laughed at this response, but the look in his eyes were sobering. "I know, don't think for one second that Nick didn't warn me about this. Ava, I've spoken with Nick. He's worried about you and wants to come over to check on you. I've told him that I would talk to you and try to come to an arrangement with you first before we do anything drastic like hire a full time babysitter to stop you from going off the rails." Dave steered me over to the meeting room where we had first met Tyler and Josh, sitting me down in the same spot that we had sat in months ago. It felt empty without the boys here too, even if Josh had ignored us all and texted Jordan constantly the whole meeting. It was hard to believe that so much had happened in that miniscule period of time. "Ava, you're in denial. You're not fooling anyone. You can't keep turning up to work like this, hiding behind a mask and pretending everything's okay. I know it isn't and I think you need time to sort things out." "You know Dave, you're not the first person to say that to me." I chuckled darkly as Dave handed me a to-go cup of coffee from the machine that sat behind us. "Ava, come on. You look about ready to pass out! When was the last time you ate something proper?" I shrugged a little before mumbling something like "yesterday?" This seemed to worry Dave. "Josh is at home, right? So he can look after you, I want you to take the rest of the week off, go home and really consider what has happened. Talk to him and eat a real meal please. If you need any help, tell me straight away." I stood up, ready to leave, cup in hand. "I'm sorry for the tough love approach here, but it has to be done. Otherwise Nick will be on both of our asses. Oh and Ava? You step one foot inside this building before next Monday, and I will fire your ass!" We both looked at each other and smiled. He wouldn't fire me, but he would be pissed, just as Nick would be too. Just this once maybe I'd honor his wishes.

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thechildrenoflores · 7 years

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He Was Her First || Drabble

He was her first friend.

It hadn't been easy, either. Even after Treasure had saved Charlie from the torturous grasp of the scientists, it had been hard for either of them to learn to trust. Hell, it had been so long since either of them had been able to trust anyone, they'd forgotten how comforting it felt to know that there was someone out in the cold cruel world that had your back. And though it had taken them a long time, she knew Charlie at least wouldn't leave her to the dogs. She glances up as walks towards her, tossing something at her. She quickly catches it, opening her hand to reveal one of those cheap bracelets out of the quarter machine from the grocery store the older boy had just come from.

“What's this?”

“Had two extra quarters and they were out of gum balls.” He gave her a grin though, moving to sit down beside her on the floor of the abandoned building. The fourteen year old grins, rolling her eyes before slipping the bracelet onto her wrist and tightening it.

“So what'd you do with the other quarter? Don't tell me you wasted fifty cents on such an extravagant gift.” She teases, nudging the older lightly with her should.

“Course not.” Charlie tugs at the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a green bracelet on his own wrist that matched the blue one on hers.

“Not much of a friendship bracelet if we both of us don't have one, is it?”

Treasure smiles but doesn't answer him, nothing needing to be said since he can hear everything she's thinking. Instead he opens a cold can of ravioli and sticks a fork in it before passing to the younger girl and the two eat their dinner in comfortable silence.

He was her first kiss.

She was fifteen and staying in a hotel room with her best friend. Of course they had scammed their way in and used fake IDs and names, but that was quickly becoming the new norm for them. Treasure is leaning against him on the bed as the older boy watches some crappy movie on the static filled television. The girl is reading a book, one she's read a million and a half times. It was a book she'd checked out a long time ago from some library somewhere and never returned because they'd left town and the girl had failed to realized the book was still in her bag. Treasure scoffs at something in the book and she can practically feel Charlie grinning, sure he's hearing her thoughts.

“What's wrong?”

“The main character is just so irritating.”

“You say that every time you read the book.”

“Well it's more like the writing itself that's annoying.”

“How so?”

“So Leo just kissed her and her description of it is just so fucking ridiculous.”

“How do you know?”

Treasure glances up to Charlie, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, turning his attention away from whatever crap was on TV and looking down at her. “Have you ever been kissed?”

That makes the girl pause and she narrows her eyes at him because she can already see he's going to make a point and she's not going to like it. “Well, no.”

“Then how do you know she's wrong?” The younger huffs, closing her book and setting it aside before she sits up. Charlie holds back a laugh, knowing he'd managed to get the girl fired up just as easily as usual.

“Well have you ever been kissed?”

The older snorts, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. “No, course not.”

The girl crosses her arms over her chest, giving him a scowl. “Then how do you know she's right?”

The boy shrugs once more. “I guess I don't.”

Treasure nods, about to open her mouth to make a snarky remark when Charlie sits up again. The girl gives him a curious look. His usual 'I'm too cool and older than you' persona seems to have dropped as clear hesitation presents itself in his features.

“What is it?” She asks, almost worried. Had he heard something? She stiffens at the mere thought. They'd just gotten here, she didn't want to leave just yet.

“We could find out.” The younger gives him another look of confusion.

“Find out what?”

“If she's right.”

Treasure blinks and for a moment she's unsure if she heard him right.

“I mean we don't have to, I was just-” “Did you just... ask to kiss me?”

“Well... only if you want to.”

She bites her lip, going quiet for a moment before she swallows and nods.

“Yeah... I'm okay with it. Do you... want to?”

Charlie clears his through, shrugging almost a little too quickly. “Yeah, sure.” He scoots closer to her, supporting himself with one palm pressed to the mattress behind the younger girl. The older is clearly hesitant as he slowly leans closer to her and Treasure almost chickens out, that fluttery kind of feeling in her chest similar to the one she gets before she has a panic attack. The first time is just a slight peck, but it relieves some of the tension and awkwardness causing the younger to visibly calm a little bit. They both lean in the second time and it takes several more tries before they start to figure things out. Both of their faces are flushed red when they call it quits and after a moment of silence Charlie starts to laugh.

“What?”

“Your book character was full of shit.”

Treasure grins, shoving him lightly as a knock sounds at their door. “Shut the hell up and go get our pizza before I starve to death.” He sticks his tongue out at her but rolls off of the bed, grabbing a wad of money before going to the door, leaving the girl blushing and smiling to herself.

He was her first boyfriend.

Neither of them were a huge fan of sports, especially basketball, but the high school gymnasium of the town they'd found themselves in offered warm shelter from the below freezing temperatures outsides. And, considering they'd snuck in, it was a free warm shelter. Yet here Treasure was, sitting on the very back row of bleachers on the 'away' side of the gym waiting for Charlie to come back from the bathroom. When he does return, he has nachos in one hand and a coffee in the other. The younger girl raises an eyebrow at him as he sits down.

“What?” He asks, giving her a grin. “I told the old lady running the concession stand my girlfriend hadn't eaten all day and I left my wallet in the car.”

Treasure rolls her eyes with a grin, reaching for one the nachos and cupping her free hand beneath it to keep from dropping cheese everywhere as she guides it to her mouth. Not bothering to finish chewing she replies, “You don't even have a wallet or a car.”

Charlie laughs, setting the coffee to his side and taking one of the cheesy chips for himself. “She doesn't have to know that.”

She's about to reach for another chip when she pauses. He'd called her his girlfriend. It wasn't the first time he'd lied about their relationship to strangers. Sister. Cousin. Even girlfriend. But the last time he'd used girlfriend, making out and holding hands hadn't been the norm between them.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

He seems to freeze mid-chew, glancing over to her out of the corner of his eye before he resumes slowly chewing the chip. Once he's swallowed, he turns to look at her.

“I don't know. Do you want to be?”

“Do you want me to be?” Charlie had the tendency of giving her whatever she wanted, likely due to him thinking he owed her for the whole 'saving his life' thing. Though Treasure didn't see it that way. He didn't owe her a damn thing.

“Well, I mean... I kind of just figured that... you were.”

“Then I'm your girlfriend.” She gives him a smile, leaning over to press a light kiss to his lips. The younger barely pulls away before adding, “As long as you want me to be. And... thanks. For the nachos.”

He was her first almost lover.

Just as any teenagers, especially those left unattended, eventually hormones and curiosity over the unexplored got the best of both of them. Of course, in the past year, sixteen year old Treasure was completely convinced she was as mature as ever while seventeen year old Charlie had finally chilled out and stopped acting like he was untouchable to the world. Of course this meant the almighty 'woman' of the relationship had made sure this was planned on both of their accounts, especially considering the most either of them knew about sex came from television or the internet. So everything had been meticulously organized down to all the technical details without much thought to the act itself. A box of condoms sat on the bedside table of the motel they were staying at, clean towels laid out on the bathroom counter for a shower in the morning (or tonight, Treasure still wasn't sure), and shoes and socks abandoned at the door. It was plainly obvious they were both nervous as they stood next to the bed, both realizing that even with all the ridiculous preparations they were still definitely not prepared.

“Kiss me?” Treasure suggests after several moments of silence, the younger's own nerves clearly getting the best of her and seemingly snuffing out her usually bossy nature.

“Right, sorry.” He replies, swallowing before leaning down and pressing his lips to her's. They slowly kiss for a while, nerves gradually seeming to calm momentarily as they both began to relax. It's clear Treasure's calmed slightly when she starts taking over again, pushing Charlie towards the bed. He can't help but to laugh at her and she grins as he flops down on the bed and she crawls on top of him.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Sorry, sorry. You're just... cute.” Charlie grins, tugging her down to him and pressing another kiss to her lips as fingers hesitantly traveled up nearly bare legs until they reach the fraying ends of her shorts. Treasure, out of nervousness or desire to break the tension, pulls away after a few moment, glancing down at him before hesitantly tugs her shirt off and tosses it off to the side. The boy swallows and the girl notices his hesitance, biting her lip.

“You okay?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Treasure nods, though she's not quite sure she believes him. Still she takes his hands from her thighs and moving them to her bare hips and slowly sliding his hands up along her torso.

She's realizing now that he's obviously not comfortable and that she isn't either. This doesn't feel right or good and in a way it kind of feels bad.

“Treas...” She looks down at him and realizes he'd been in her head as he pulls her hands away from her and sits up as best as he can with her straddling him. “I don't... think I really want to...”

“Yeah... me either.” She agrees, awkwardly climbing off of him and grabbing her shirt before tugging it back on. “I think... I'm gonna take go take a shower.”

Charlie isn't even looking at her as he nods and replies with a quiet, “Okay.”

He was her first ex.

Three weeks had passed since the almost sex, and things were different. Awkward. Which was something that they had rarely felt between them and never like this. He didn't even get in her head anymore which, in some ways, Treasure was grateful for. They didn't talk about it, they sometimes still held hands even though it felt weird, they never kissed anymore. She was worried that they had ruined everything. Charlie didn't like her anymore and she didn't like him and he would leave her all alone because she had nothing to offer anymore, she was sure of it.

He steps into the apartment they'd just rented. They had been approved for their first apartment the day after everything went to hell. They'd had been plans to find other people like them and help them out and now... it was ruined.

She opens her mouth to greet him, but the older beats her to it.

“Hey. I brought cake.”

“Cake?”

“Yeah... to celebrate being moved in, you know?”

“Right...”

“I also... want to talk to you.”

Treasure had been dreading this moment for weeks now and here it was, finally playing out. “Yeah, I want to talk to you too.”

“Cool, cool. Uh... can I go first?”

Treasure nods and he moves over to sit on the couch next to her.

“Treasure, I... First, know this has nothing to do with you, okay? Like... you didn't do anything to make me feel this way. Okay? I just... I think... I think I'm gay.”

The younger is quiet for a moment, just looking at him. She's not sure why, but she hadn't expected that.

“Huh.” It's an almost interested sort of sound and it makes Charlie raise an eyebrow at the girl.

“What?”

“It's just... I don't think I'm all that into dudes.”

“Oh.”

“Guess I could have held off on the ice cream then.” It's silent for a moment before they look at each other and grin.

“Cookie Dough?”

“Of course. Is that even a question?”

She laughs, standing and heading for the kitchen, Charlie following after her.

“Hey, Treas?”

“Yeah?”

“You know this doesn't mean I don't love you, right?”

“I know.”

“Just not quite the way I thought I did.”

“I know. I love you too Charlie.” She gives him a grin as she opens up one of the cartons of ice cream while he works open the cake container. “Just not like I thought I did.”

He was the first to break her heart.

He hadn't done it on purpose, of course. Though he was the first in her life to not hurt her on purpose, and somehow that made it sting even more. It had hurt when Charlie left for college, in ways she was sure he'd knew, but she knew it would be fine. He'd come back. He was Charlie. He was her first... well... everything. Of course he'd come back. He'd go see the world, experience school, and then he'd come home and things would resume back to normal the second she had her best friend back. But things never really do turn out how she plans them.

When Charlie had called, a clear hint of utter happiness stringed within his words, she was sure it must mean he was coming home. Maybe he was even almost there and he was going to surprise her! And of course, as always, his happiness was contagious. She could almost hear his smile over the crackly telephone line. But her own smile had quickly faded away when he revealed the real reason he was happy.

He was engaged. She'd been so sure this Jesse kid would be a passing fling and that he'd come back home to her, and now it was becoming perfectly clear this wasn't even home anymore. Jesse was just a normal human, meaning he had no place at the supernatural house, meaning his new fiancé didn't either.

She'd lied, faked happiness and said she was happy for him over the phone, even though any smiling she did was just as much of a lie. In reality, she was close to tears. Her best friend had picked some guy over her. He'd found happiness in a place that didn't include her.

As he talks, she glances down at the tattered blue bracelet on her arm and she silently wonders if he even has his anymore, or if, in growing up, he'd decided quarter machine bracelets were for children and so were little girls who were off in Neverland waiting for one of her lost boys to come home, when he'd long ago decided Neverland was no longer where he was happy.

As soon as he ends the two hour phone call, she breaks down into tears, weeping softly to herself in her bedroom alone. They had been part of each other's lives for so long, she almost couldn't remember a time when Charlie wasn't there. He was her first friend, the first person (aside from her parents and grandmother) to hold her hand, her first kiss, her first boyfriend. They'd built a friendship, a trust, and a safe haven for people like them together from absolutely nothing. Everything they had was built upon a little girl saving a scared boy from torture. Maybe that's all it ever was. Maybe... Maybe all this time he as just paying her back and now he feels that his debt is paid.

She wished she told him there never was a debt in the first place, she'd thought he'd known that.

Or maybe she was looking for a reason to blame Charlie. Maybe, in reality, it was all her. Maybe Charlie had grown up like he was supposed to and inside Treasure had remained a scared little girl too afraid of the world to go out and face it. And when her best friend had decided it was time to fly the nest, she had firmly dug her talons into the branch upon which her home rested and stubbornly assured herself he couldn't make it out there and that he would come back because he couldn't live without her.

She was so stupid.

She was the one who couldn't live without him.

Treasure sniffles, wiping away snot and tears as she gets up. She kneels down beside her bed, pulling a small wooden box out from underneath it and she opens it up. She stares at it's contents, years and years of seemingly useless junk that only held importance to her. She slips off the bracelet and sets it gently inside the box before closing it.

After all, quarter machine bracelets were for children and her lost boy is never coming home.

#;;drabble #d;charlie #d;treasure #ngl i'm super proud of this tbh

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Who do you work for?

Thursday

Who do you work for?

Steve Rogers X Reader

It was late in the afternoon that you found yourself in a steel grey investigating room. It had the two way mirror like in all the cop shows and movie you've watched. In front of you was a nice cup of Y/F/D. Last night had not been to kind to you. The prison cell, aka a small, windowless room with and even smaller private bathroom, was nightmarish as you could feel your claustrophobic kicking in. They even brought your food in pure silence and with any contact. It was making you feel horrible. But you stayed hopeful and strong as you know the others would not leave you. They were your family.

A door that seem to open out of nowhere brought you back from your thoughts. You straighten up and waited for someone to enter and say that the Professor had straighten everything out. But the look on Stark and Maria Hill's faces said it all.

“Afternoon. Miss Y/L/N. Oh do you not like your drink?” Tony asked as his eyes dropped to the untouched cup. I shook my head. My time of manners were now starting to get thin.

“I'm just not ready to drink it yet.” You offer a weak smile. They took their place in front of you and you had to focus on them rather then the glass behind them. You weren't dumb, Steve was watching from behind it. You could feel the tension seeping through.

“Let's start off by just talking to loosen up the tension in here before the questions.” Maria nodded to you and then to Tony. Your eyes opened wide at the news.

“Questions? I'm I being interrogated?” You said softly. With your claustrophobic kicking in it's robbed you of your energy.

“Sort of. We want to run the same questions between the two of you.” Maria was down to business.

“Shouldn't my Lawyer be here for these kinds of questions?” You chirped again in a soft tone.

“Okay so let's begin,” Tony clapped his hands and reached for some index cards.

“Sure. Ask away.” You volunteered, knowing that Scott would be yelling at you right now but if you always tell the truth then you can never go wrong.

“Ok, What's your full name?” One of your eyebrow shot up? Was this a real question?

“Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” Tony smile as Maria took notes.

“Good, What's your favourite color?” Again you were getting suspicion.

“My favourite color is Y/F/C.” And that went on a few more minutes with questions about yourself.

“Good lets getting into some deeper ones.” Tony suggestion as you were right about your feelings.

“Who do you work for?” It was a very straight pointing question.

“I don't work for anyone, but I do help out the Professor at his school.”

“Okay, How long have you been with your company?”

“Company? Look the Professor took me in when my powers were getting out of hand when I was fourteen. Been with them ever since then.” I lean back in my chair.

“What do you do while your at the school?”

“I'm mainly a care taker.” You got a questioning look from Maria but it was Tony who spoke.

“Could you elaborate on that a small bit?”

“I do some clean and some cooking and I am an extra pair of eyes for the childern and for their safety while the others are busy or teaching.”

“Teaching?” Maria asked.

“Yes. Most of the X-Men are teachers for the school.”

“Oh, well that make sense. You guys are teaching the younger ones to control their power.”

“Yes and education. A lot of people we take in are scare, young, kids, whose family have shone them out. And to answer that twinkle in your eyes, Mr. Stark. No, I wasn't one of them. My parents and I were on good terms before they died.” The smile grew wider on his face when you called him on it.

“I remember telling you my name is Tony. Fascinating. Even though I would love to sit here and talk about you all day, Do you mind if we move on to the harder stuffs?” Tony asked. You nodded. You were ready for this questioning to end.

“Fair enough. How about your training with the X-Men?” Maria asked. You were able to look at them.

“Depends on what you want to know.”

And for the next hour and a half was filled with question from how the school was ran to what you hope to gain in the relationship of the Avengers. Questions buzz through your head as you thought about what you can answer and what you could not.

“I'm sorry I don't know if I can answer that.” You answer on the ones that was pushing your comfort zone with a small smile. After what seem forever you were excused to go back to your room where you dinner was waiting. You ate as much as you could. If there was only a little window that you could as least look out of would make you feel better but you could only wish for it. You laid down on the cool mattress and close your eyes. It hadn't been that long since you meditate but you couldn't quiet all the noise in your head. So you focus on the rose gazebo in the back of the Mansion's property. You could see yourself curled up on one of the wooden benches with a book in hand and feel at total easy. You took in a deep breath and you could’ve sworn you smelled the roses themselves. You drifted off to sleep after that.

The door opening to your room jerk you awake and you were greeting by a green uniformed man. You sat up and rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. How long were you out? Did you sleep all night? Your brain was even more fried then earlier. You glance at the TV clock and saw that it was a little past nine.

“Your looking a bit pale tonight? Is there anything I can do or get that might help you relax?” Sam asked with real concern in his eyes.

“I had trouble sleeping last night, I'm just tired.” I shrugged it off. Not wanting to give any of my weakness away.

“Are you sure?”

“Well if your really serious I will take a couple of beers.” You smiled as the thought of Logan crossed your mind. You had seen him do with on some cases that you work for him. And only one time did you two just walked away from the scene without a scratch. To you, you guess that if they were okay with you drinking then they weren't really that bad. “Well”, you thought to yourself, “Here's to testing Logan's theory.” Sam gave Natasha a side look and then raised his hand. You immediately understood what he was doing. They were not hold back the secret that there was other people watching.

“I see no harm in it. Might even help you sleep tonight.” Your eyes, which have been on the table top in front of you shot up.

“Still not a word?” He shook his head with a deep frown. You nodded as you suck back the emotions that was trying to break through.

“I'm sure we will hear from them tomorrow.” Sam reached over and wrapped his hand around my wrist and patted the top of my hand.

“Yes, tomorrow. But I assume this is another questioning like earlier?” You asked as Natasha nodded your head.

“Just some basic question we would like for you to go over.” Natasha voice was bland and straight, It was hard to tell what she was thinking about.

“I have nothing to hide.” You answered. You instantly regretted those words when something flashed into her mind.

“Alright, Let's begin. What is your full name?” I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

“Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N”

“What is your favorite color?”

“My favorite color is Y/F/C”

An half an hour gone by and you found yourself repeating the same answers as before. It was rather boring but Sam and Natasha were patient like the others. It wasn't until the next set of questions were about to go off when the door opened. You were in the middle of speaking but quickly stopped. Your back was toward the door but it was through the two way mirror that you saw a clear vision of Steve walking in. He took the breath out of you and you force yourself to look at the table.

“Steve?” Sam questioned.

Natasha was like Quicksilver and was out of her seat and pushing Steve back out the room. Only problem was that Steve was a lot stronger then her. Which meant that he didn't move an inch. He put his hands up as if he was surrendering to show that he had a beer in his hand. He lend over and whisper something in Natasha's ears. Her frown creased but she didn't say anything. After he was done he pulled back and handed her the beer. Without another word or look, Steve was right back out the door.

“I'm sorry about that. We are keeping Steve away from both of you.” Sam answer but his eyes said he was confused about the whole thing.

“Seems fair.” I mutter as I took a very long sip of beer.

“Shall we continue?” Natasha asked as I nodded, “Who do you work for?” This time I couldn't hide my sigh. Even though I knew they were going to take it the wrong way.

“I do not work for the Professor. I work with the Professor.

Two hours and your last beer and the questions were done. But your brain was quite sure that it was only done for now. You still had over half a bottle of beer as Natasha and Sam finished up their paperwork. Sam notice your drink first.

“Hey, you can chill and finish that in here in peace. Just knock on the door and have the guard assist you back to your room.” You looked up at him, eyes widen and your mouth agape.

“Is that wise. I'm your prisoner. I could take advantage of the predicament and break out of here.” Oops, I shouldn't of said that. But the mix of alcoholic and lack of sleep make your head feel bubbly enough to question out loud what's in your head. Natasha eye widen as Sam begun to laugh. He clapped Natasha on the back as he head for the door.

“Easy there Jail Bird. We have cameras all around. Someone will notice and alerts us.” It was your turn to laugh.

“I figure that much.” You told them as they left. You swallowed another sip and looked around. You were thinking up slamming the rest and going back to your room. But the feeling of being in here was actual pretty safe and lonely at the same time. It took you maybe another ten minutes to finish it. You wanted to hurry but not go overboard. It was then at the last sip of beer that you tasted sandy bits at the bottom. That's not right. You turned the bottle upside down and spilt the last liquid onto the table. You could care less about the mess. A huge, white hunk of something came out of the bottle.

The door open. And a welcoming breeze came flooding in. The wind whipped to you. Help is coming, A great feeling of relief flooded in.

“Oh thank you. Please tell them to hurry.” You muster up to speak but the breeze was cut off by the slamming of the door. Your eyes race to the mirror,

“Who are you talking to?” You didn't have to see him to know who he was. Even in this red light his hair was still nice and gold. Steve stood by the door and watch you through the two-way mirror as you did him.

Your heart pounding in your chest. Steve was the one who had poison the beer. The look of hatred in his face told you the truth.

“Help is on the way” You told his twin image.

“I don't think it will make in time.” He walks towards you and begins stroking Y/C/H. That’s when you see the struggle in his eyes. He was under that other girl's power.

“Maybe, maybe not, But what are you going to do? Kill me and then runaway with Jackie?” A smile started to form on his face until he thought of something.

“Steve.” You tried to call him back out. You quickly thought back to everything this week. All the clues from all the accidents that taken place began lining up like baby ducks. A piece of titbit popped up out of all the others. She was touching Steve. Y/N had cracked it. Jackie was controlling by touching. That was why he was getting all hostile about being away from her. Has the others caught on. Now what to do?

But you didn't get to decide that. Steve pulled you and the chair back into a corner. He then pulled up another chair and sat in front of you.

“So how long have you been sneaking into Jackie's room?” I let out a playful grin.

“I have never stopped seeing her.” he openly admitted.

“Not a surprise. But seriously, you can't just runaway. Your Captain America. Everyone knows your face. Your all over the news. My team will find me and avenge me.” More conflict was dancing in his eyes. So the spell most only last a certain time frame.

“Avenge?” More pain cross his face. Maybe I could I could break free.

“Steve, You don't want to do this. This is not you. You are a very noble man that would protect the smallest insect if he had too. You are being influences and you need to break free.” Now both hands were on his face with his mouth bend down. After a few minutes a very shock and confuse Steve was looking at you. Have you done it? Did he break free?

“Y/N, What's wrong? Why am I here?” He was completely at a loss. You smile as the Steve you knew was back.

“You were manipulated by Jackie and you drugged me.” You put out flatly.

“Who's Jackie?” You were shocked by that response. He was quick to examine you. Before you could answer he going over the last thing you said, “I poisoned you!?! How can we go from kissing to me poisoning you?” The sweet guilty face that you loved before was back. Your heart leaped with joy that he remembered. He look around for someone.

“Just stay here. I will get a doctor!” Was he serious? How were you suppose to move? But you bit your tongue and let Steve ramble on.

He quickly went for the exit and open the door, F.R.I.D.A.Y was eerily quiet but the red lights were still on.

“I'm going to go get...” Your eyes race to the doorway where Steve had stop talking and was walking backwards into the room. Soon you could see Jackie's hand sliding up and down Steve's bare arms. Another groan let in your head. This day just keeps getting better.

“Why Steve your talking forever. I was wondering where you were.” Steve stay quiet as her eyes drifted to you.

“Oh now Stevie. We can't keep her alive. So please finished the job.” She got up on her tippy toes and planted a huge kiss on his lips. That was it, He was hers again.

Without any hesitation Steve turn and came at you again. He wasn't in a talkative mood his time. He came straight from your throat. Steve's hands was twice the size of your throat and he had no problem wrapping around it. He was also a super soldier and his strength was uncanny.

“Steve.... please.....stop...” You tried to choke out but none of your words but he wouldn't listen. Luckily for you, Jackie had left the door open. The pressure on your throat was cutting off the rest of your pipes and it was now or never. You struggles to get your senses back. Slowly your arms could move but only in sharp, agnostic pain.

“Now!” You scream as you took the last of your strength to shove Steve away. He was surprised by your sudden movement that he let go of your throat. At the same time a tsunami of wind came charging past Jackie and Steve and slammed into you. It hurled you into the red shadows and it was there you let yourself melt into the cool darkness.

Seconds later, you were on the floor of the dark, empty observant room. You rolled over to see Steve thrashing the window. Cracks were beginning to form and as you choke. The fear of him getting back at you sent terror into your whole veins. You begin crawling toward to door to escape when the door opened by itself. Your heart race with fear as you thought it was Steve.

“Y/N?” The low rumble voice made you break and you started crying. Logan helped you up and you swore he was just a dream until you looked through the glass mirror and saw that Tony Stark and his team and rush in to tackle Steve. He had done some heavy damage to the window. Logan pulled you away and you collapse in his arms.

“Whoa, Whoa, there kid. Every-thing’s alright now.” That was the last thing you heard as you let yourself pass out.

#stever rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #captain america x reader

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