#I TORTURE HIM SOMUCH

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I had this in drafts for months, it’s about time I show this to you all 💔

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VALERIE - Part X. (Harry Styles)

I can’t believe the time has come, this is the lats part of VALERIE! I won’t be long here, will leave a longer message at the end, but I just want to thank you all for reading an dliking this story, it means somuch to me, because I worked a lot on it! So thank you so much for giving it your love!

word count: ~7.5k

SERIES MASTERPOST

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The days and weeks blur into one dark mess around you as you’re just going through the motions, surviving day by day. The pain you first felt after everything that happened with Harry started to turn into a numbness in your chest until you just simply stopped feeling anything at all. 

Following the encounter in the car he tried to call you several times, but you were quick to turn your phone off and delete all the messages he left. He kept on going for an entire week, trying to get you to talk to him, but you refused to even be in the same room as him, your anger was still blinding and you didn’t trust yourself with not killing him if you laid your eyes on him. 

He sent you texts, emails, even left letters in your mailbox, but you threw them away not wanting to hear his petty excuses about why he made you miserable for so long. 

There were days when you weakened and almost reached out for him. In the past few months when your relationship abruptly changed, you definitely felt yourself fall for him, but then you reminded yourself that he chose to hurt you in the past on purpose and didn’t even try to change, not even when he saw how much his behavior affected you. 

Slowly, the calls and messages got less frequent until they stopped. You haven’t heard from him in over two months and though you still find yourself lying in bed with tears in your eyes, thinking about him, you’ve made yourself believe that you are better off without him. He has probably moved on already and got back to his playboy habits. He was always good in that, picking up random chicks, using them and then throwing them away when he felt like that. 

You never told anyone what really happened. One time you just broke down in front of Rosa when he mentioned something about Harry. You couldn’t speak or breathe and she didn’t try to force you to tell her the story, but she figured it was something serious if you were so broken. She stopped bringing him up even though some days you were dying to hear just the smallest crumb of information about him. 

You could only hope that time would heal the wound on your heart, but for a very long time you thought you wouldn’t feel like yourself again ever. But somehow, as the weeks rushed by you and life has gotten busy around you, you slowly stopped thinking about him every minute of the day until you were able to push it to the back of your mind and carry on with your life. Or at least pretend like you stopped thinking about him. 

Two weeks after Harry’s confession you and Marcus broke up. You just had to face that it wouldn’t have worked no matter how hard you were trying. You hated how you could hear Harry’s words when you finally ended things, how he told you that you have to let go of him and you wouldn’t admit, but when you cried yourself to sleep that night, it wasn’t because of Marcus, but because you were missing Harry.

On his birthday you almost broke and sent him a text, even typed it in, but you deleted it not long after. You wondered how he spent it, thinking he must have had a party or something, but you were surprised when Rosa called you that evening to talk about something entirely different.

“You didn’t have plans tonight?” you carefully asked with a hint of suspicion. It was weird that if Harry was having a birthday party, Rosa and Steven weren’t invited.

“No, nothing. Why?” she asked, but she knew exactly your reason behind the question.

“Doesn’t matter.”

You found it weird, but didn’t let yourself rave about it too long or else you would have found yourself going down the same spiral you were trying to get out of for so long. 

Each passing day brought a different emotion and you had to find your way through life while fighting them. You couldn’t see further than just a few days ahead and though it scared you, how drained and dark everything felt, there was not much you could do other than… wait.

***

Sitting at the dinner table you listen to Steven talk about this new coworker he has and how clumsy the dude is, your plate is half full in front of you but you don’t feel like you’ll be able to finish it anyway. 

Rosa looks in your way, her eyes flickering down at your plate and she lets out a worried sigh.

“Y/N, have you been eating enough? You look so… skinny.”

“I’ve just been busy lately, skipping a few meals,” you tell her with an absentminded smile, trying to stop her from worrying, but she knows you better than that. Nodding at her husband they exchange a silent conversation before Steven leaves the table excusing himself, and taking Valerie with himself he walks upstairs leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/N, I’m seriously worried about you. This… can’t go on like this.”

“It’s not like I chose to be so miserable,” you mumble under your breath, but she ignores the comment. 

“Look, I’ve been very patient with you, didn’t push you to talk about what happened, but I feel like you are crossing a line that’s very dangerous and I’m not just gonna watch you lose yourself.” 

Taking a deep breath she leans back in her chair with a look in her eyes you don’t get too often, only when she is ready to go full mother mode on you.

“What Harry did was fucked up, I gotta give it to you. Acting like a dick all those years, there’s no excuse for that. But I don’t understand why you rejected him so harshly when he told you about his feelings.”

“So he told you what happened,” you roll your eyes. You definitely did not tell her anything, so it must have been Harry.

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t expecting it. He always says how much Steven gossips, but he was the one who barged in here when you two had that major fight.”

“What? He came here right after?” you ask and Rosa realizes that maybe she should have kept it to herself, but it’s too late now. 

“He did. He was a hot mess, it was… the first time I ever saw him cry.” You bite into your bottom lip. That night had the same effect on you and though deep down you were hoping he felt the same pain, it was still surprising to hear about the state he was in after you parted ways. “He told us about everything, and though I wanted to murder him for the way he treated you for that long, I could see the panic in his eyes when he said how you reacted. As if… he just saw the apocalypse or something.”

“Don’t make it more dramatic than it really was,” you sigh, but Rosa keeps a straight face.

“I’m not. Probably shouldn’t tell you this, but he was shaking, couldn’t breath evenly, I think he went through a whole panic attack, all because of you.” You keep your mouth shut as you listen to your sister talking. “He explained it in details, everything that happened at the wedding, after that and since then. Went through the whole story and when he finished, he didn’t even have to say it out loud, I knew how painfully in love he was with you all along. That doesn’t change the fact that he should have handled the situation in a better way, but at least he acknowledged his own mistakes. He asked me if I thought you’d ever forgive him.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said that I genuinely didn’t know. And I still don’t know. Because I’m looking at you being just a ghost of yourself, clearly still in pain because of him, but you still didn’t even give him the chance to talk. You’d rather destroy yourself than to face him and your own feelings for him.”

Her words sting more than you were expecting and those stupid tears are welling in your eyes again, even though you truly thought you were drained out by now. Looking down at your hands you feel your face contorting as you start crying.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Rosa breathes out and taking your hand she pulls you to the couch in the living room. She sits right next to you, pulling you into her arms as you start sobbing. “I know it hurts, but he didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

“It’s not even that,” you choke out, not holding it back anymore. “I miss him so much, Rosa! I don’t want to, but I miss him so much!”

“Then why are you torturing yourself?”

“Because how am I supposed to believe him after what he did? What guarantees that it’s not just another stupid game for him, how do I know that? I don’t know how to believe him anymore.”

Rosa pushes you away so she can wipe your cheeks with her thumbs, a warm smile sitting on her lips as you try to control your sobbing. 

“You can’t know that. You just… have to put yourself all out and hope for the best.”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that,” you grimace, making her laugh. 

“You think it was easy when I met Steven?”

“What do you mean?” you huff sitting up straight.

“I just got out of a horrible relationship, definitely not in the mood to date anyone and I was also very scared that everything would just happen the same way as before. It took me so much time to trust him even though he didn’t do anything wrong. I had to get over these fears and just believe that it won’t be the same. Nothing can guarantee you that you won’t end up with a heartbreak.”

“This is definitely not what I wanted to hear,” you choke out through your teary eyes, but manage to turn it into a laugh as Rosa chuckles with you pulling you in for another hug.

“I know, but it’s the truth.” She fixes your hair as you lean back from her. “So tell me. If you think about Harry, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”

You don’t answer right away, but the answer comes to you quickly. At the mention of Harry you don’t think of all the pain and hurt he has caused you, but of the good times you spent together. When you were struggling with Valerie the first time you looked after her and he came to the rescue.

“Maybe she needs to be changed?” Harry suggests holding her up, giving her butt a sniff, but you roll your eyes at him.

“You don’t think that was one of the first things I did? She is as clean as she could be. Maybe I should just call Rosa,” you sigh in defeat reaching for your phone but Harry snaps at you.

“No! Don’t, we can figure this out. Steven has been so excited to have a night off, we can’t ruin this for them. Come on, we have to have the slightest parenting skills and solve this without them.”

Nodding you agree with him, but you’ve completely run out of ideas.

“So what do you suggest?”

You can see the gears turning in Harry’s head as he is trying to come up with a plan, but it’s not like either of you have any experience with babies. The idea of calling Rosa is starting to burn in the back of your head, fear of failing this challenge taking over your thoughts.

Then Harry looks at you with a look that screams that he has an idea. You’re just about to ask what came into his mind when all of a sudden he starts to sing.

“Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water, and I think of all the things what you’re doing and in my head I paint a picture…”

You instantly recognize Amy Whinehouse’s iconic song, the one that’s also behind Valerie’s name, you know that for sure. Rosa was obsessed with the song growing up, she would sing it on the way to school, in the shower or while making dinner. You weren’t surprised she chose this name for her first daughter.

What surprises you that Harry sings like a literal angel. He hits the notes perfectly, nailing the lines like not many can and you listen to him with parted lips, eyebrows raised. This was the last thing you expected from him, but then again, it’s not the first time Harry has surprised you through the years of knowing him.

You still can’t help but smile how the two of you, incompetent godparents had to put up a whole show to put Valerie to sleep. 

Then there was Christmas, when the two of you played never have I ever until six in the morning, having the best time you’d had in a long time.

“Never have I ever said the wrong person’s name while having sex.” A devilish smile sits on your lips as you watch him drink while you do the same. You see his eyebrows rise over the glass.

“Nasty,” he huffs. “When did that happen?”

“First year of college. I was casually seeing a guy, but I wasn’t really over my last ex from high school and accidentally called him Ethan.”

“And what was his real name?”

“I don’t even remember,” you admit with a laugh, clearly feeling the alcohol slowly kicking in. Harry’s mouth hangs open before his expressions turn into that iconic ‘not bad’ face.

“Never have I ever had a wet dream about a friend of mine,” Harry asks and you feel your cheeks heating up right away, eyes snapping down at your glass. Unwillingly, but you drink as Harry does the same. “Who was it?”

“I’m not answering this one,” you shake your head. 

“Come on! I promise it’ll stay between us. Was it Steven?” he grins at you, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “I bet it was Steven.”

“Shut up, it wasn’t!” you snap at him rolling your eyes.

“Okay, then who? I won’t sleep tonight if you don’t tell me!” he begs, but you shake your head stubbornly. “Do I know him?” Oh, all too well, you think to yourself. “Is it someone who was there at the bar last time?”

“Can we move past it?” you sigh painfully.

“No, no way. I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me!”

“It was you.”

The words slip out fast and a little quiet, but he hears them clear. His lips part, a truly stunned look pulls on his face and you just wish you didn’t say a word.

The thought of sleeping next to him that evening, or rather morning, it felt like you’ve reached a huge milestone. You didn’t admit it then, but you were already falling for him, harder than you wanted. The whole next day and the two of you sleeping together again the next night, it still holds a special place in your heart. You truly felt happy with him and it wouldn’t have been the same without him. 

And there are so many more that make you smile just by thinking about them. Even after everything that happened, he is still the one that makes you smile.

Turning to Rosa you can’t even answer, just sigh in despair, but it tells her everything she needs to know.

“Listen. I know it’s hard, and that he hurt you badly, but… at least give him a chance to talk to you.”

“What if he doesn’t even want to talk anymore?” you huff. “Maybe he already has someone--”

Rosa starts laughing, maybe louder than she should and you look at her with a surprised expression.

“Ah, there’s no way. The guy has been moping around, barely even leaving his home for weeks. I can’t even get him out to go walking with me and Val. There’s no way he picked anyone up. No woman would stand the long face he has been sporting. So don’t worry about that.”

You sit there for a little while, trying your best to clear your thoughts and it’s nice that Rosa is there with you. If it wasn’t for her and Steven, all of this would have happened so differently, or maybe it wouldn’t have even happened. 

“Who would have thought this is where we would end up?” you sigh the rhetorical question, but Rosa gifts you with an answer.

“I did,” she nods confidently.

“What?”

“Oh, I saw the way you two looked at each other at the wedding. And I’m not gonna say that our choice for the two of you to be godparents was strategic, but… we definitely had some secret intentions with it.”

“What the Hell, Rosa?!” you gasp at her. 

“Oh come on!” she rolls her eyes. “I knew there was something, I was just not sure where it’s gonna head. And I’m not a nosy old lady to poke my nose into your business, so I was just enjoying the show.”

“I hate you so much,” you chuckle, shaking your head, but you couldn’t be mad at her. You have no idea how it will end, but at the end, you are still happy for the memories you share with Harry.

***

Friday evenings used to be Harry’s favorite. There was always something happening, somewhere to go, someone to meet up with, but it hasn’t been like that for a while now. Nothing seemed interesting or fun enough to get him out of his home. Instead, his usual became to just sit at home, contemplate if he should call you, then have way too much to drink and fall asleep either on the couch or if he made it to his bed, he thought about that day a lucky one. 

Not one day went by without the paining thought of the look he saw in your eyes when you told him you didn’t want to see him. It felt like his whole world collapsed right on top of him and for weeks he felt like he wouldn’t ever see the sunlight from under the debris. 

He had no one to blame but himself, and he really put a lot of effort into punishing himself. Cutting everything out from his life that brought him even the slightest joy, he was ready to live the rest of his life in sorrow. 

Tonight is no different. He had a long day and arriving home he was quick to fix himself a drink before sinking down to the couch, not even bothering to turn the lights on. He likes the darkness, it’s comforting and fits his mood nowadays. Sipping on his drink he sinks down on the couch, letting his eyes close as he gives himself a few moments to rest his mind and body. When his glass empties out he decides to just have a shower and call it a day, not feeling like dealing with anything, but just as he is on his way to the bathroom, his doorbell rings.

You’ve been standing at his front door for about fifteen minutes now. You noticed how it was all dark in his house, but his car was on the driveway and you knew he is not one to walk anywhere, so you figured that he might just be in the bathroom or something. But the longer you stood on his doormat, the harder it was getting for you to actually ring the bell.

It’s been a few days since your talk with Rosa and you haven’t stopped thinking about everything she said, coming to the conclusion that even though you still have no idea what you wanted from Harry, you had to give him another chance to talk. 

You almost left two times, walking down the stairs before running back up to the door. The third time you actually rang the doorbell, but when you heard it, when you realized that you actually pushed the button, you almost threw up.

Now you are hearing his footsteps coming towards the door and when he opens it and you see him standing right in front of you, for a short moment you forget to breathe. Last time you saw him you were ready to throw hands at him, but now… you would rather just run up to him and hug him as tight as you can.

It’s clear he hasn’t been his usual self either, the dark circles under his eyes are proof that he hasn’t been spending too much time sleeping, his posture lacks his usual confidence and he looks a lot paler than you rememberred him. 

“Hey,” you manage to breathe out as he stares at you like you’re a ghost. And honestly? You feel like one. 

As if Harry just suddenly wakes up, he steps back holding the door open for you. “Come on in!” he urges you and you shyly smile at him walking past him. It’s completely dark inside, but he is quick to switch the lights on once the front door is closed again.

“I, uhh-- do you want something to drink? Or eat?” he offers, rubbing his palms against his thighs, but you shake your head no.

“Can we talk? Or is it a bad time for you?”

“No, I have absolutely nothing to do. Take a seat,” he gestures towards the couch and the two of you walk over, sitting down on the two sides with a considerably big space in between. 

You have absolutely no idea what to say. You should have come here prepared, or at least should have thought about how to start this, because now you’re just sitting there in the most awkward silence you’ve ever had to put up with. But before you could figure out what to say, Harry breaks the deafening silence.

“Y/N, I’m… so sorry. For everything. I know that I already told you that, but I will never stop apologizing. Because what I did was absolutely inappropriate, no matter what stood behind my actions. I swear I had the right intention at the beginning, but I had to face a situation I never had before, and I panicked. A-And when I realized what I did… I guess I thought it was too late to back out.”

You watch him scoot a little closer as he takes a deep breath and continues.

“I was a proper idiot. I hurt you because I couldn’t deal with my own feelings and I expected you to just… forget about it when I finally came clear to you, but you had every right to be mad at me. You still do. And I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me again, like, ever… but I want you to know, that I love you, and I will never forgive myself for what I did to you.”

You can’t push the smile down that tugs on your lips. All those fears you talked about to Rosa, how you don’t know if you’re gonna be able to believe him, they faded away the moment he said he loves you. And though you still have so much to talk about and work on, you just know you need him. No matter how mad you’ve been, how much pain he caused you, he is the one you are meant to be with and no one can change your mind about that.

Pushing yourself closer your knee bumps against his thigh and you reach out, running your fingers down the side of his face. He sucks on his breath at your touch, leaning into it immediately and you cup his face in your palm.

“You have to forgive yourself,” you tell him softly and his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze. “Because one day I will forgive you and I can’t have you stuck in the past if we are gonna give it a try.”

His eyebrows rise up at your last words, lips parting as he stares at you in awe. You surprised yourself a little with what you just said, you weren’t planning on going into such depths, but it just felt natural and you knew it had to be said. It’s not gonna be easy, build up your trust in him and a whole relationship after everything happened, but you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t even try. 

“I’ll need you to be patient with me, and I promise I’ll try my best to move forward with you, but I know that one day it’s all gonna be alright. And if you really feel the way you told me, I think we could give it a try. Give us a try.”

A sweet and relieved chuckle shakes through his chest as he reaches forward, his arms curling around you as he pulls you into his tight embrace. You hug his neck sharing his laughter, the warmth of his body pressed against yours wiping clean all the misery you went through alone in the past weeks.

“Of course I feel that way!” he breathes out, talking against your neck. “I love you and I’m gonna prove it to you every fucking day for the rest of my life.”

Blinking your tears away you lean back so you can see his beautiful eyes and you shiver when you see them filled with tears. For a few moments the two of you are just staring at each other with growing smiles, your hands slide up his chest and stop at the back of his neck as you pull him closer, resting your forehead against his.

“I’m still mad at you,” you tell him, but you can’t stop yourself from breaking a smile. Harry chuckles lightly, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Does this mean you won’t let me kiss you?”

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll be fucking fuming,” you warn him, making him laugh, but he surely doesn’t want to try his luck, because a moment later he presses his lips against yours, capturing them in a sweet first, but not really first kiss. 

He kisses you over and over again, not wanting to pull away, he feels like he can’t get enough of you, and you share the feeling. The urge to touch him feel his hot skin under your fingertips is numbing and you just want to stay like this forever, locked in his arms, feeling him shower you with his love.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much,” he breathes out when you finally pull away and your heart is threatening to break out of your chest every time you hear him say those words. You cup his cheeks in your hands and make him look you in the eyes.

“I love you too, Harry,” you whisper, and as the words roll down your tongue, it feels like something inside you just clicked. Like you found exactly where you should be at this moment. Like you found your home.

“Say that again, please,” he breathes out, fingers digging into your waist.

“I love you,” you tell him with a growing smile, before you pull him in for another kiss. Then another… and another…

***

“Up! Up!” Valerie demands, her tiny hands up in the air as she reaches towards you. Chuckling you lean down and lift her up into your arms, earning a sweet giggle from her.

“Are You excited about your baby brother? He’s gonna be here very soon,” you tell her and she looks at you with her bright eyes nodding her head.

“I be big sista’!” she cheers throwing her hands into the air and you nod chuckling. 

“Yes, you will be a big sister!”

“Hopefully a patient and good big sister, right, Val?” Rosa speaks up from behind the two of you, her bump so big, it seems like she could pop any minute, but she still has two weeks until her due date. She’s been joking about carrying a mega baby for quite some time now.

Val just nods at what her mother said before she demands to be let down and the moment her feet touch the grass, she is off to conquer something new.

“Everything alright, momma?” you ask your sister and she sighs with a tired smile.

“I’m fine, could use a good night sleep without having to get up to pee every two hours.”

You just chuckle and slide a hand over her bump, just when you feel the little boy kick in there. You gasp at the feeling of a tiny foot, or maybe hand meeting your palm over Rosa’s tummy.

“He is feisty,” she chuckles, running a hand over her tummy as well. 

“Do you guys have a name already?”

“Uh, not yet. But you know me, will probably decide it when he pops out. That was kind of the case with Val too.”

The two of you turn to the side when you hear the laughter of the little girl in talk and you see Harry throwing her over his shoulder as if she was just a little doll, and Valerie is enjoying how he is tossing her around even throwing her up in the air before catching her.

You can’t hide your widening smile at the sight of your goddaughter and boyfriend being the best duo. Harry never fails to amaze you how great he is with little kids, but it’s also funny if you think back at the time he had to come over to your place because he was freaking out the first time he was babysitting Val. He has come a long way since then for sure.

“So, how is living with Harry going?” Rosa asks when she sees that you can’t take your eyes off Harry. 

The two of you moved in together just a few months ago, and though you had quite some fears about moving too fast, you can’t say any of them were relevant. The transition from living alone to living with Harry was fast and smooth, as if it was always meant to happen so fast. It was actually his idea, when your lease was nearing its end in March, he mentioned that you could always just move to him and not look for another place. It took you a few days, but you eventually made the decision to take this step in your relationship, and now you couldn’t be happier with your choice. You get to come home to him after work, share a bed and wake up next to him every day. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

“It’s pretty great. Going better than I thought,” you admit truthfully.

“I hope you know mom is already planning your wedding,” she scoffs and you just roll your eyes.

“I know. She’s been hinting it for Harry as well.”

“Has she?”

“Yeah. Like, every time she sees him, she makes sure he knows that he is expected to propose as soon as possible.”

“And how does that sit with Harry?” You just smile shrugging your shoulder.

“He dodges it every time, but I feel like he is fine with it. Maybe he is already planning it.”

“I bet he is,” Rosa grins. “The guy is head over heels in love with you, anyone could see that.”

Just as she says that, Harry’s eyes catch your stare and he grins at you putting Valerie down. You bite into your bottom lip as he fixes his shirt waving in your way.

“Oh shit, I think Val is about to throw dirt at Aunt Monica, gotta stop her,” Rosa snaps seeing her daughter grab a handful of dirt and heading in your aunt’s direction.

You just chuckle as Harry walks up to you, arms curling around your waist as he steals a quick kiss.

“Saw you staring with those pretty eyes, babe,” he teases you as you place your hands on his biceps.

“I’m not sorry. I like looking at what’s mine.” He grins shaking his head at you before kissing you once more. “I love seeing you with Val,” you admit smiling up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, you’re really good with her.”

He nods and stays silent for a little as you slide your hands up to his shoulders, tilting your head to the side.

“Just wait until you see me with our babies,” he shyly mumbles, but it surely makes your heart skip a beat. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about having babies with Harry, but hearing it from his mouth just hits differently.

“So you’re thinking about babies already?” you tease him smirking.

“I mean… we surely practice the baby making quite a lot,” he jokes and you smack his chest playfully for the dirty joke, but you laugh with him. “I wouldn’t mind if it was our babyshower already,” he admits with a shy smile.

“You know, there’s an order for things, and baby making is not up next,” you tell him pointing a finger at him.

“Yeah? What is then?” he grins knowingly, just wanting to make you say it. But instead, you just hold up your hand and wiggle your empty fingers. “Oh, I wouldn’t have figured, not with all the hints your mom has been dropping,” he chuckles.

“She’s just excited!” you defend her.

“Mhm, and what about you? Are you excited?”

“Is this your attempt at trying to figure out if I would say yes?”

“Maybe, I’m not confirming anything,” he cheekily smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So? Hypothetically, if I were to pop the question in the near future, what would you say?”

“Well, hypothetically, I think I would say yes,” you say, a wide smile spreading across his ridiculously handsome face. “But you know, reality would be different, so, you have to really ask the question to find out,” you add trying to look unbothered, but you start laughing as he digs his fingers into your side.

“Alright, alright. I got the hint,” he chuckles leaning down as he kisses you. “Don’t worry. I got it all under control.”

“Oh, I don’t worry. I know you too well, Harry Styles. All too well!” you tease him.

“And you love me for everything you know about me, am I right?” he grins proudly. You think about teasing him a little more, but you can never lie about how much you love him. It’s just impossible to deny it, even if it’s just a joke.

So taking a deep breath you just smile up at him nodding.

“Of course,” you tell him, pecking his lips shortly. His hand  finds yours and brings it up between the two of you, brushing his thumb over your naked fingers, a satisfied grin pulling on his lips.

Looking into your eyes he doesn’t say anything, just kisses the place where one day a ring will sit and it’s like a silent agreement that your finger won’t stay empty too long.

And oh boy, you were right! Because just three short weeks later, when the two of you are hiking at a breathtaking scenery on your weekend getaway, Harry gets down on one knee. You gasp even though he made it clear it’s gonna happen soon, but the fact that he did it exactly the way he told Aunt Monica, at a gorgeous lookout on a hill, just warms your heart. He smiles up at you, nervousness glistening in his eyes as he asks that one question, popping the lid of the small velvety box open, revealing the ring.

“Will you marry me?”

You choke out, not able to contain your feelings as you throw yourself into his arms chanting yes, yes, yes! continuously to him.

PROLOGUE

A pair of tiny feet are tapping on the white tiles, following behind the bigger ones, slaloming between the patients, the set of balloons floating behind them as they run down the hallway like crazy. An old lady looks down at the little girl with a sweet smile and she waves at her before running after her mommy, not wanting to lose her.

“Come on, it’s right there!” Rosa cheers as she grabs Valerie’s hand once they reach the right hallway. She leaps excitedly, a nervous, but happy giggle leaving her lips, eyes snapping up at the blue balloons in her mother’s hands. She is mesmerized by them, though she knows she can’t keep them. They are for someone else. Someone special. 

“Are we there?” she asks when they stop at a closed door as Rosa checks her phone to see if she remembered the number of the room correct.

“Yes, we are!” she squeals happily before turning to her daughter. “Val, remember what we talked about?”

The little girl nods proudly, bringing a finger to her lips as she thinks back to the conversation she had with Rosa earlier.

“Yes. He is very tiny and I need to be gentle with him!” she repeats her mother’s words and Rosa smiles down at her proudly.

“Yes, baby. Very good. Now come on, let’s meet baby Finn!” she cheers in excitement as the two of them walk up to the door and Rosa knocks on the door gently, not wanting to disturb if someone is sleeping in there.

Valerie is standing next to her leg, one hand holding onto the fabric of her jeans, while the other one reaches to the lock that fell into her face. She nervously curls it around her finger, fidgeting with it as she patiently waits, just like her mommy taught her.

The door opens and Harry’s wide grin welcomes the two of them, Valerie immediately mirroring his expression as she sees her godfather.

“Hey princess!” he greets her, picking her up into his arms without hesitation. “Come on in,” he invites Rosa in and she can barely hold her excitement when she sees you sitting on the hospital bed in that awfully familiar and ugly gown, a little bundle of joy in your arms, so wrapped up she can’t even see his face. 

Your tired eyes tear away from the baby in your arms and they meet Rosa’s glossy gaze. She drops the balloons next to the door, carelessly abandoning them as she feels her heart beat faster in her chest once her eyes finally lay on the face of the new addition of the family.

“Hey! How are you?!” she breathes out walking closer, pulling a chair to sit beside you. You glance down at baby Finn, still unable to truly express how you really feel about becoming a mom. 

Taking a deep breath you look up at Harry who is already staring at you, that special shine of pride still so obvious in his green eyes, you just wish you could see him so happy and joyful every day for the rest of your life. He shoots you a warm smile before turning to Valerie, who is fumbling with his necklace on his chest.

“I’m tired, but so happy, Rosa,” you breathe out and she chuckles nodding, fully understanding the feeling. If there is anyone, that’s her who knows exactly what it’s like to hold your baby in your arms for the first time. 

“He is so beautiful, those cheeks, oh my God!” she whispers leaning a little closer to see the sleeping baby boy better. He is nestled in his mom’s arms, already deep in his first big sleep on this world before he starts to explore it. “I gotta say, he looks a lot like Harry,” she admits looking over at the happy dad who tries to push down a grin while you roll your eyes at the statement.

“So unfair! Cooked him inside me for nine months, then pushed him out my cooch, and he has the audacity to look like his father!” you dramatically say, but there’s a small smile playing on your lips. 

You can’t be mad at him. If something, you really hope he’ll turn out to be just like his daddy, because that man has you whipped even after years of being together. 

“Give him a few months and he might morph into your little version,” Rosa chuckles. 

“Val, you ready to meet your cousin?” Harry asks the little girl in his arms who nods vigorously.

“Cousin!” she cheers throwing her hands into the air. 

“Remember what we talked about! Be gentle!” Rosa warns her again as Harry walks closer, sitting to the edge of your bed as you sit up straight, bringing Finn closer so she can see.

She patiently sits on Harry’s lap, hands curled together at her stomach as she peeks at the sleeping baby, her curious eyes taking in his features.

“Sleeping?” she asks glancing up at you.

“Yes, he is very tired now,” you nod smiling. 

All three of you watch her stare at the baby as if he was a magical creature, but to her, he is. If you are being honest, he is one for all of you. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around the fact that he is here.

“So? What do you think?” Harry asks, giving her a little squeeze when she’s been quiet for some time.

“Can I kiss him?” she asks, melting all three of you with the request.

“Of course you can!” you tell her and push yourself a little forward so she can reach him. Valerie leans down and places a soft, lingering kiss to Finn’s forehead that’s not covered by the little blue hat on his head. 

Your eyes snap up to Harry and you see that his eyes are tearing up again, something that’s been happening continuously since he first saw his son hours earlier. He is clearly obsessed with not just Finn, but the whole idea of being a father, you figured he has been for quite some time. The way he treated Val like she was his own never failed to melt your heart and push you a step closer to the idea of having a baby with him one day. That day finally came and you can tell he is on cloud nine.

“Want to know a secret?” you ask Valerie with a small smirk. She nods, eyes lighting up. She is such a nosy little girl! “If you weren’t born, baby Finn wouldn’t be here today.”

Rosa looks at you with tears in her eyes as she processes your words. Not that it’s anything new, but she always cracks up thinking about the fact that Valerie was the reason why you and Harry got together in the first place.

“Really? I did it?” she asks looking at her mother, probably not really knowing what it means exactly, but she gets the essence of it.

“Yes,” you chuckle. “You did it.”

“He’ll need a lot of help, Val. Do you want to be his best friend?” Harry asks looking down at the little girl.

“I am his best friend!” she confidently says and you chuckle feeling your heart just overflowing with the love you’ve been experiencing. 

“Good, he already loves you so much, Val. I know it,” Harry smiles hugging her to his chest as she cuddles to him happily. 

You look at Valerie as she mindlessly starts telling about something that happened at the playground the other day and he listens to her like she was telling him the meaning of life, giving her his full attention. The stupid smile can’t be wiped from your face as you look at the two of them, the memory of being in a hospital room with both of them still vivid in your mind. 

It still blows your mind how far you’ve come from biting each other’s head off to being married and having a baby, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. If you ended up here, you’d go through the whole chaos with him again without a second thought. He is everything to you and now you are tied together forever, thanks to all higher forces that brought you to this very point in life. 

Harry looks at you while Valerie is still talking and Rosa is busy admiring Finn. He smiles at you again before mouthing the words ‘I love you!’, making your heart flutter like it’s the first time you heard him say it though he has said those words to you every day since then, making sure you don’t forget how hopelessly in love he is with you. 

“I love you too,” you whisper back before your eyes return to the sleeping baby in your arms. “And I love you too.”

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One moment - Loki x Reader

Avengers: Endgame SPOILERS BELOW read at your own risk

Title: One moment

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Avengers: Endgame spoilers

Summary: You have found a way to undo the damage Thanos did and bring everyone you lost back, all of your loved ones or at least most of them. As you travel back in 2012, however, you run into someone who is far too familiar. Unable to let go, even after all these years, of the death of the man - or basically god - you loved so much you forget all about the mision and decide to have one more moment with the one who sacrificed his life to save yours out of love.

“Is anyone on their position or am I the only one doing their fucking job right, here?” you asked the boys, checking around at the agents which had been unfortunate enough to come your way “And yeah, I know, language.”

“You're never really going to let go of that, are you?” you heard Steve's voice say followed by a heavy sigh that made you giggle in the end.

“I could make an exception if you'd ask. For you my Captain, anything you want.” you said with a small smirk, already able to hear Tony sighing in exasperation and you could definitely picture him rolling his eyes.

“Well-” you could literally hear and defintiely imagine the smile and maybe a blush on his face “I'll definitely have that in mind.”

“Can we please cut the flirting for just one minute and focus? I think we have more pressing matters at the moment.” you heard Tony's annoyed voice and chuckled a bit anyway.

“Yeah, like the fact that you're failing so bad to get one damn cube. Bruce and I already have the time stone and are waiting for you. Maybe if I didn't have all this free time waiting for you to get your pretty asses to work then-”

“Alright, alright we get it. You got the stone faster. Yay. Good job. I was going to say- As in the fact that Scott what the hell is taking you so long?” Tony hissed, his voice a bit hushed and you could understand very well why.

“Uh just a minute, just a minute. I'm getting there!” you heard Scott struggling a bit.

“Hard to find the way to Tony's heart? Don't worry, tell him he's smart, he'll believe it and that's it.”

“Hey, how about instead of commenting on everything and trying to bed Rogers, you do something more useful and get your pretty ass here in case we need backup?”

“What's the matter, Stark? You jealous I didn't try to bed you?” you asked with a small laugh “And you don't ave to ask, I'm already on my way. It's like cleaning up your messes is my main job here.”

“Oh not jealous at all, sweets. You've got a thing for them with blue eyes, I know, I get it.” he teased although this time you didn't smile as before. You were teasing Steve, you were best friends and after trying for so long to get him in the game with some girl – well, at least before everything that happened with the Accords and Thanos – you had come to the point where this was normal for you two. But Tony bringing up the blue eyes and clearly hinting towards somebody else, despite how much he meant it playfully, didn't keep the smile on your lips and you couldn't blame him. He didn't know the whole truth, none of them knew. None exccept Thor knew, and therefore couldn't know your pain at the moment.

“I'm just wondering what would your boyfriend really say if he heard you right now. And oh he's by the way standing just a few feet away from me right now.”

As if fate was playing some cruel joke on you, the moment you rounded a corner, Tony's words were heard and your eyes found him. Him. Standing there, handcuffed and with a muzzle over his mouth. Surrounded by all those guards and treated like a criminal, like some low-life criminal that didn't deserve to say a single thing in his defence. A criminal and a villain was probably all they saw and after everything that had happened you could't blame them. You had fought by their side during the battle in New York, a battle that had started after he appeared but not because he appeared; there was a difference there. Granted, you were probably the only one who knew it and believed it, probably Thor too, and that was why you weren't fighting against him unlike the rest of your now-family. A criminal, treated even worse perhaps, and a mere look at how he was chained now and all-but-dragged around, you felt your heart breaking into a milion pieces. All it had taken was a small talk with him and you knew it, you saw it. He was only another victim in all of this and he was probably already suffering the worst, even worse than you and the rest of the Avengers. From that first moment, you couldn't see the villain others did. Sure, at the time you had no tried to let your emotions get the best of you, you stood by your friends' side and fought against his army as you should to protect humanity, but that didn't mean you could blame him for that. You knew very well and were proven right after all these years that the only one responsible was the mad titan who had ended up taking everything from you.

It was sad that Loki himself could hardly believe it wasn't his fault, either. Following him and Thor to Asgard, you managed to spend more time with him. And despite how closed-off he was, despite how set he was on his opinion that he was no more than the criminal you had met, you did get to realize one thing you had been right from the beginning. His suffering showed through just as did his need for love and you were probably a fool, or so he had once called you when you told him the truth, but you had fallen hopelessly in love with him after all that time. Not that you had had the opportunity to act on that love anyway.

A criminal was something you had actually never seen him as, especially when you looked into his eyes. All you you saw was the pain he had to endure and all the pain he was still suffering. All the pain you had been unable to take off his chest, or so you thought at least, and didn't have the time to try harder to fight off because the mad titan had taken him, without a single care, from you far too soon.

The man- well, technically, the god who had been blamed for so much, had had to endure finding out his life was a lie, be manipulated and tortured for so long and had to hear everyone believe he had no heart, proved to you he had the biggest one. He sacrificed his life for yours, yours and his brother's. He was no criminal, he was the one who saved your life in more ways than he could even know and he was inevitably the love of your life.

But the love of your life was gone. So who was this then?

“S-Stark...” your voice trembled as your body froze at the sight before your eyes. The moment you looked at him you felt everything you always did and somuch more; pain, anger, fear and everything else you went through when you saw Thanos kill him.

You wanted to say so much but you couldn't find the words. No sound could come out of your lips. Only then you heard Tony's words, playful as ever but oh if only he could know the whole, painful truth “Charming as ever isn't he? Especially with that muzzle on, I could say almost bearable.”

“T-Tony-” you started, trying to warn him, to say something, but you were already pulled into this mess that you couldn't just forget the fact that Loki was only a couple feet away from you.

“Don't worry, we've got this under absolute control. Scott? Are you-”

But Tony's words were completely drowned out by the sound of your heart beating madly in your chest or the blood rushing so fast. The lump in your throat felt painful, your eyes were burning with unshed tears and everything that happened around you was a mere blur. But it wasn't entirely because of the tears but mostly because of him. His eyes were moving around the place until he spoted you and soon an expression took over that you couldn't identify. Or maybe didn't have the mind to think about.

Mind and time. It all happened so fast. Past Tony having a heart attack, Thor trying to help him, Scott sliding the tesseract to your Tony and him effectively managing to walk away without being noticed, not even by Loki who was really not that occupied. But technically he was, because he was too busy looking at you. Not that the moment lasted long enough. Hulk burst through the door Tony was going for and managed to knock him down, allowing the tesseract to slide towards Loki's feet.

“Shit.” Tony said out of breath “The tesseract. (Y/n), quick! Take the cube, it's there! It's right there!”

But his words seemed to have no effect on you as your entire body was frozen. You stood in your place for a few more seconds until Tony's voice yelling managed to snap you back to reality. Jumping into action you ran as fast as you could to take hold of the cube and you could almost hear the sighs of relief from your teammates. However the second you took hold of it and dared stand straight, your eyes met his and it felt like the entire rest of the world faded away. He cocked an eyebrow and you could almost picture his smirk that would always make your knees weak but this time, after having seen him die and knowing that in your time he was really dead, only managed to bring more tears to your eyes. Without being able to stop yourself, you reached out for him and before anybody else around you could comprehend, you used the tesseract to be transported into another place.

Loki blinked in surprise and looked around, realizing you weren't very far away from the Stark tower, but most importanly you were alone just the two of you. Tilting his head to the side, in a rather adorable way, at you, he gave you a small frown as if to ask what you were doing. Taking in a shaky breath, you placed the tesseract a bit furhter away, safely, before reaching out to him and taking his muzzle off.

He let a small breath, as if more relaxed, before his eyes fell back on you, his lips parted and he said “Well, hello there, darling. How's it going? I must say, you surprised me there. Not that I am the one to complain. I adore our alone time, love, certainly much more than being stuck with those two but may I ask, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Your own lips parted but no sound came out. You couldn't even describe how it felt to hear his voice “I-”

“Have you maybe finally decided to say yes to my offer? I can assure you, I can make a date quiet unforgetable if you only ask for it.” the grin on his lips would have made you smile if you weren't already far too broken, able to picture his final moments so vividly in your head despite how much time had passed. You could hear the voices of your teammates, Tony and Steve being rather frantic and even worried, but you decided to take off the earpiece just for a few seconds. You needed some time alone with him even if it was only for closure.

“A woman such as yourself deserves only the best of time and I am most certainly the only one capable of offering it to you.” he kept going and there was that smile that made you weak on the knees. The usual flirtying, the glint in his eyes that had started it all before the feelings got so much deeper and you both found yourselves hopelessly in love with each other to the point were you were both ready to sacrifice your lives for each other. “Contrary to what my brother may have warned you of, I'm rather-”

“I know. I know everything you are... and everything you can be. And it's all so wonderful.” you whispered, voice cracking as a tear rolled down your cheek; making his smile immediately vanish “Proof is that... I'm standing right here, in front of you and you have not once glanced at the tesseract or tried to take it an run away.”

“Well, I must have to admit the idea of taking it and even more so you and running away is the most tempting thought at the moment but...” he paused for a second, his eyes full of concern that would have surprised the past you but not the present you that knew what he had felt for you from the moment you met and you showed him true kindness “I am more... curious, for lack of better words, as to what is happening right now and right here. You-” he got a step closer and looked at you carefully “Are different. Something about you is different. From the (Y/n) I know at least.”

“Why? Because I'd slap you if you even so tried to get any closer than this?” the corners of your lips lifted into a small albeit sad smile mostly at the memory, but the god himself didn't smile. He narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to read you but it wasn't anywhere near unpleasant, not after everything you'd been through.

“Oh I don't fear that you would, dearest. But rather... that you have.” he admited before letting out a soft breath and taking a step back “You're not from around here, are you? Not the same woman I've met. Or not entirely at least. Am I right?”

Your smile flattered as your eyes casted down “I'm from 2023.” you whispered and his eyebrows raised in interest “And I... came here to take the tesseract as a means to undo... Thanos killing 50% of all life.”

Whatever hint of a smirk, even if it was interest, vanished as pure horror and sadness overtook his features. His body straightened but his eyes showed such understanding and compassion when your watery ones looked up again to meet his “So he succeeds. I see.” he whispered, nodding his head with a bitter look on his face. He had suffered at the hands of the titan, there was no way he'd wish he won.

“Th-this was just a mission but when I saw you I just remembered that-” you choked on your words, stopping before shaking your head “I couldn't stop myself. I- I'm sorry.” you didn't realize this was the first time you had whispered the word to him, or that anyone had said such words to him “I just needed this... moment with you. But thinking about it again feels probably really stupid and I-”

“How?” he cut you off gently although a bit more seriously and you frowned at him “How did I die?” he was never a fool, maybe far too smart for your own good sometimes, and certainly very good at reading you because you couldn't keep secrets from him even if you tried.

You smiled sadly even if another tear rolled down your cheek “You... far too early I'm afraid. It was because of him a-and-” you paused, arms wrapping around your own form “Somehow ir was the exact way I imagined and feared at the same time.” you choked out and he frowned a bit as you let out a shaky breath “Y-You died protecting Thor a-and me.” you smiled through your tears “Using even your last words a-about me, trying to comfort me and tell me it would be ok. It- it was just as selfless as I've always known you to be.”

“Some people would beg to differ.” he mumbled with what was supposed to be a smirk but you could see right through it that it was just a facade and as expected it soon dropped before he said in a small whisper “I didn't know you had so much faith in me. Selfless is something I've never been called before.”

“Well, you have now.” you shrugged your shoulders again, another tear escaping.

Without even hesitating, he reached out for you and wiped it so tenderly it made a sob break free from your lips that just made a pain expression cross his face before he dared ask “Just... one question. I am not surprised I did something like that for you, love, but... I only wonder, you and I- How close are we or at least were we in the future?”

“That's a pretty long story. Lots of things happen from the moment we meet till you-” you couldn't say it.

“Till the moment we meet each other again, correct?” he pointed out with a barely visible smile and you nodded your head slowly, deciding to take that approach “Well, I would suppose we have some time until 2023, don't we?”

“It's not like we really do b-but... yes, I was hoping I could get one moment... One moment with you.”

“And who knows, maybe it will be more than one.” he breathed out “At least I can hope.”

[astheskycries]

Protected- Chapter One

When Maggie agreed to help her best friend finish preparing for an art exhibit, she wasn't expecting to end up in the middle of a rough battle between Captain America and a shooter. She also didn't expect to be considered a target because he saved her life and to be hunted by HYDRA agents for her involvement. Now her life is in the hands of a perfect soldier... and so is her heart.

“Are you sure you want to help?” Zoe asks, crossing her arms and biting her lip. “You teach tomorrow, right? You don’t need to be worrying about this.”

I sigh, tired of hearing it. “I’m fine.”

“Maggie, your lungs-”

“Aren’t going to explode by lifting a few boxes,” I set one of the boxes down and turn to face my worried best friend. “I’m fine, Zoe. I promise.”

She stares at me for a long moment, her deep blue eyes unwavering, and she finally heaves a sigh and flicks a strand of black hair from her face. “Fine. But if you can’t breathe or function because of this-”

“- don’t call you. I know. You’ve been threatening me with that since we were kids.” I pick the box up again and set it on the table. “Where do you need these?”

“Just leave them there for right now,” She grabs a large painting and sets it against the wall. “Being an art curator sucks. I hate it.”

“No, you don’t,” I carefully take an old candle holder out of the box and set it on the old table.

“Fine, I don’t,” She eyes me carefully. “What about you?”

I smile, focusing on unpacking. “I love it.”

“Of course, Miss cooking teacher. You don’t have to deal with the pressure.” Zoe flings her arms to the side dramatically.

I offer her a glance. “I live paycheck to paycheck. I think I understand pressure.”

Zoe drops her hands. “How is that even safe? You would think with your asthma it would be torture.”

“Cooking is probably the safest thing I could do,” I start wiping the table down. “I could always be a firefighter.”

“I don’t think you have the muscles for that.”

“Exactly.” I turn and smile, brushing one of my fiery red strands from my face.

Zoe shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”

I smile, turning back to my work. “Thanks.”

Zoe grumbles under her breath before suddenly stilling. “Do you hear that?”

I pause, frowning. “Hear what?”

“Listen,” She grabs my arm gently, and I hear the sound of metal and…

“Are those gun shots?” I whisper, my hands tightening.

Zoe curses, dragging me away. “I’m calling the cops.”

The wall explodes, and I shove Zoe out of the way before diving to the ground. I glance up to see a man walking into the museum backwards, shooting at someone, and I notice the candle holder on the ground. I quickly snag it before scrambling to my feet and throwing, missing him but managing to catch his attention. He turns to glare at me, and I freeze before a fist slams into his jaw, knocking him to the ground, and I watch with wide eyes as a man climbs through the hole.

“Is that Captain America?” Zoe asks, sounding a mix of terrified and awestruck.

I ignore her, my eyes locked on his, and for a long moment we just stare at each other, baby blue against my dull brown. After a moment his eyes flicker, and I know he’s focused and dangerous.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” He asks, his eyes quickly assessing any injuries.

I can only nod, swallowing nervously and fighting the urge to cough. I can’t guarantee that I won’t have an asthma attack, and I won’t risk it. The captain frowns, looking a little concerned, but Zoe quickly steps in front of me.

“Maggie, are you ok?” Zoe asks, touching my arm and forcing me to break eyes contact.

I clear my throat, sending up a little prayer. “Yeah,” I croak. “I’m-” I break off, bending over in a coughing fit, and Zoe curses before gripping me tighter.

“Hang on, Maggie,” She says, and though a few tears a see her scanning the room. “Where’s your bag?”

“Stairs,” I croak, and then she’s gone. I bend over and grip my knees tightly, trying to get my lungs to work, and Captain America catches my arms and leads me to a wall, crouching in front of me as I sit.

“Is your friend going to find an inhaler?” He asks, and I nod before looking up to see him without his cowl. He’s even more handsome then they show on TV; his blond hair is a little ruffled from battle, and there’s a scratch healing in front of my eyes- which is strange- but it’s the sincerity in his eyes that shocks me.

“Why are you checking on me?” I manage, relieved to hear the lack of a wheeze.

He tilts his head curiously. “It’s part of the job, ma’am,”

I wince. “Don’t call me that,” I try to clear my throat. “I’m fine. You should be making sure he isn’t getting back up.”

“He isn’t,” He reaches out and grabs my arm gently. “I understand asthma attacks, Miss…”

“Maggie,” I swallow carefully. “Maggie Smith.”

He smiles. “Steve Rogers.”

Before I can tell him to leave again, a single shot rings out, and Steve grabs my arm and shoves me so I’m lying on the ground. The shooter runs off, prompting Steve to run after him, but once he reaches the door he stops and curses.

“Maggie? I heard shots!” Zoe runs back inside, dropping beside me. “Just breathe, ok?”

I nod, taking my inhaler from her.

“Make sure she gets to a hospital,” Steve orders, watching me closely.

Zoe nods once, looking stern. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to help.”

I ignore her, carefully rising to my feet. “I’m fine. I just need to rest.”

“No,” Steve says firmly. “You need to be checked.”

I send him a bit of a glare, not caring that he could crush me with one hand. “I’m fine, Captain.”

His eyes narrow back, and we stare each other down for a long moment, neither able to look away or back down.

Zoe clears her throat carefully. “I’m going to call the cops and tell my boss to postpone the exhibit.”

Steve finally looks away, allowing me to release a breath as he focuses on my best friend. “I’ll call in a few favors to help rebuild. We’ll have it done as soon as possible.”

Zoe nods, relieved. “Thanks,”

He nods before looking at me for a long moment. “Be careful,” He says finally. Before I can say anything he leaves, and I look over to see Zoe looking star struck.

“He’s even bigger than I thought,” She says dreamily.

I frown. “I thought you liked Tony Stark?”

“I do,” She snaps out of it. “But he is definitely attractive.”

“He’s… something,” I move towards the stairs, careful of any major dust piles. “If it’s alright with you, I’m going to head home.”

“Do you want a ride?” She asks innocently.

I send her a glare. “Not after the last time.”

“It was one time,”

“We could have died.”

“But we didn’t,”

I shake my head, unable to fight back a smile. “You’re insane.”

She grins. “You know you love me,” She wraps an arm around my shoulders, walking with me to the gaping hole leading to the street. “You know the drill. Text me when you’re home, don’t do anything stupid-”

“That’s your job, not mine.”

“- and be careful.” She finishes, ignoring me. “Got it?”

I sigh. “Yes, ma’am.”

She sends me a glare. “Shut up.”

I grin and step into the street, aware that I probably look homeless and dirty, and I quickly move towards the subway, knowing that DC shouldn’t be this crowded at one in the morning. I feel eyes on me, and I glance over to see a man watching me with a dangerous smile.

I swallow carefully and turn back around, anxious to go home.

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[theycallmebecca]

If you don’t mind I’d love it if you could do 27 with Frank... like Mary and the Reader are both using it against him.

Happy first day of double drabbles!!! (Are you guys as excited as I am???) Anyway… I wasn’t sure what to do with this one at first.. but then I got this crazy idea, nonny, and I hope you like it.

Prompt #27 was “No, no, no! Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare… Dammit!”

Title: My Little Ponies

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: language, suggestive ending

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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It was two against one and Frank knew it was a lost cause as his niece, Mary, and his girlfriend, you, had conspired against him. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his mind whirling desperately to get out of the situation he’d found himself in.

“I didn’t know you even liked the little ponies,” he said to Mary.

“I love them,” his niece replied, her little face serious. “We watch it on Saturday mornings when you’re out at the dock.” She gestured between herself and you. “Besides, it’s educational.”

“How is it educational?” he asked.

“It’s about making friends of all different types,” you offered. “Mary, here, is like Princess Twilight Sparkle who has a brilliant mind, but had a hard time making friends before she made her friends in Ponyville.”

“And, like me, she has made friends,” Mary added with a wide smile. “Which is why I really want to see the movie in the theaters.”

Then it happened and Frank was pretty damn sure the two females had practiced this particular look in the mirror together as their faces contorted into almost matching puppy dog looks. “No, no, no!” he said, vigorously shaking his head. “Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you-” Fucking, he added, mentally. “-dare… Dammit!”

An hour later, he sat in between Mary and you in the dark theater wishing he could sneak off to go watch the action movie across the hall. At least, until the movie started and he, too, saw the similarities between his niece and the purplish horse that had a unicorn horn but also wings… Prince Something Or Other.

In the end, the movie had been too bright, colorful and loud for his liking, but he supposed it had been worth the torture. Mary had beamed all the way home, talking a mile a minute with you as he drove back to the house. She had then kissed his cheek before she’d skipped over to Roberta’s place to spend the night with her, no doubt telling her friend all about the movie.

And you. Well, you had more than made it up to him once the two of you had been alone in his bedroom.

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[the-firebird69]

Pyramids

I take your advice and fire up the Shapes on a regular basis i heard the interest they said keep doing it until we meet opposition. And we understand the dangers but these are so intolerable it's gross.

Hitting now, firing all main reactors. Juicing waiting, hitting. We let it run, higher it goes up, firing, and down charging, hitting, firing up secondary reactors, huge billows of steam Rise tons of moisture. Do much it will help yiu breath. Firing up all main reactors globally. Massive crowds assemble outside its range, show fear, rush in not out, heard you no, it's exhilaration they feel gives them a boost, usually happens to them, it's hard to resist. Like being really horny

And he does resist similar all day and night. Tons of times.

The entire crowd follows, curious and content it's safe feel exhilarated, run in. Fire weapons at it it bounces off or is destroyed we hear doit again. They fire bigones the same way hit more then. Try harder maybe higher??

They get knocked out... It hits here, all around here.

We fire the short haul crew gay jackass macs disguised as blacks.

Continue coming we continue killing, what idiots race in like idiots to tell us

....... So your dead.

They fire up to max hit they fall, huge gashes in some as raw metal was right next to them. Giant things stuck in them they were working on.... Antenae stuck right through them

Massive coronary from following bja diet, huge pieces of fecal matter in thier shorts usually discolored or halfdigested. Mega gas in thier decomposing bodies from sugar and bad as hard water grows bacteria.

Massive wounds fromstomachs exploding afyer being dead for only minutes.

Animals have been found eating them but as if sick and continuing. We haul them in clean them up and give them job's. Usually quite sick. Cats and dogs survive better than these old imbiciles.

Giant piles of crap on the floor as corky forgot to pay rent or too cheap to buy a plunger.

It's sick these are very sick too, far too many diseases to be near him not to mention on top of him as they threaten, having beer w them got them all riled up, tons found the time to drink. Huge piles of fecal matter by the road where lots had to stop 3-4" High, 10-12" around empties them all out.

We find it atrocious. All fags here gross comments all day and it's non productive just repeats.

No more ppl please. No more. Mine.

Thor

We hear you and demand ours come forwards and explain why

Olympus

They say it's death and can't help it. We research it some of it is mostly they use it as cover or a motif or like abusing him and are oblivious.

Arrianne

A class a answer

Thor

They think it works, have been what they think they call"using it" to take over... Threats on me to hit thier father in turn those threats used for wwiii or other. They say it's concealment and moreso a constant threat, feel the threats will leed to a wmd detonating of thier own and war would begin. The constant threats used to signal threats on ours as they use a tight analogy to my body to my ppl. Issue actual orders with it as they may try to tommorow if Trump's impeachment is handed to the Senate this validating it, trial or not it is then a valid impeachment by the house house being analagous to this house and where ours live, documents drafted, units sent

Volunteers now accepting for this task from hunting issuers and enforcers to house ours to seeking persons who hire ppl to

Trillions and more roll in. This one and freeing ours are open ended and voluntary conscription into our formal ranks.. now accepting for the above. We track allours volunteering now send them greetings and instructions and announce instructions now

Tons of threats for the orders purpose and all blatantly obvious. It's like being in the jungle surrounded by sick chimps. Do this and this only. Try to overcome they leave it on even if it's petty stuff they shouldn't do

Yimmer yammer all day to harrass have me Yammer I hit them here with it and nearby

Lately I couldn't bear it death on them not fast enough for me to eat properly enough as they addictively try to incarcerate me as a way of ammassing power for a few and to send orders.. usually both always resulted in thier failure in the past

None of them acknowledge the failures occured none have recolection of living in any of the places he was in, most make it up.

Tons of errant calls and idiot statements to threaten me and try to hospitalize or imprison and now both to kidnap me to DC for a rigged trial probably using Trump as he hates us for our role in his life Mac had us do.

And connecting me a youngster with evil characters and top brass to be threatened coerced etc for an unending amount of time

Physical abuse daiky walking me excessively trying to incurr disease death threats for stress bad food wrong food cutting off things or trying too ie turkey, reducing caloric intake after working out reducing oxygen often serious bug bites lots of times. Warts infesting me all as threats for things we

NEVER DO

We never comply never provide. Never

The threats are to deconstruct your rhealm. Reduce your forces and standard of living and power to start wwiii.

But

Mostly I am abused severly at times, daily. And my income is always threatened such a teensy fraction of what I'm owed, standard I kiving low very low atmosphere very hostile Joe is half orc is violent has a gun is sickly angry due to his poor treatment, Preston I'll from plastic poisoning and on blue is angry large and his person has killed millions by hand over the past few years. Others here abused tortured HV hair triggers are called guns threaten me.

No war only me getting out down constantly turned away stolen from a bit and I sit doing nothing but my work you lose to but I'm threatened with

A ball injury imnever happy with killing quadrillians if you s for as you never let me up and simply don't do any of the killing now just bother me too not allow yours to live in any capacity to recover with

And you deteriorate now quickly your mental status is very poor angry suicidal and you go out shooting ppl as monsters to vent. We allow it as we sponsor it.

But my personal time is bill, I'm numb or in painno emotion usually definitely not allowed to feel good mb a second here and there on purpose held off me.

Push me taunt to get a reactionthreats to do stuff i always counterman or detonate destroy including your here escape vehicles, nukes wmd DOOMSDAY and anything you can war using including comm just to get you louses off me so I can eat or shower so hearing stupid crap for hours.

You need to stop coming here thinking threats on me bear fruit or stay ing fmdoung it. Your leadership turned into cats and eaten as cakes. Mostly nuke your own stuff and are incinerated doing so.

What I'm saying is in English and easy to read comprehend and verify, yeh, you s do all this, deconstruct as Mac planned fight for DOOMSDAY for one idiot, but, in your threatening I'm forced to have your escape methods erased, your wmd and somuch more and you still can't figure it out

Are you stupid s??.

Zues

It gets broken we put u in the middle as we did with the Ukraine.

Mac

Without heat no fire without fire no smoke without potential for massive fire no firemen. Dork

Zues

I finally figured it iut you say a few hotspots sufficed then Ukraine then infight then we stalked blaming no war on yiu tards do it religiously, a gig. But for real yes they do. Ours use real stuff. Not just wackung the same idiots at the ymtoop.

True too we come dn onhimit hurts

Mac2

So you see. Problem being too late. No ody of mine wants to live like me and I'm very valuable most don't want to live like me if they are really smart most. It's so fantastically assinine I'm amazed any s is alive, vulgar. Ohh we don't need to pay you a dime, cuz ull do it regardless.... How so, any human being treated as such might not but I'm familiar emwith your sophomoric method. Stockhlm and a couple other cheese sticks

What you HV smdone has caused half or more of yiur s to die the majority of mine I those areas cleared safe now, away from you.

And yet you persist, ignorant to most math and other. Foma basic human standpoint most would plot to burn pc to the ground just due to the call letters I'm a very intolerant person and meaner than ghwb but other govts will pay me not spit on me. Do Macs fuck off. Die be proud you started a war between our kinds be knowledgeable that your losing, cry out yell like corky, demand and lose.

Keep being a loser I mean don't you see?? You gotta do what your doing now have to it helps me and mine.

We plow through your ranks in the Midwest closing city agmfter city, crushed the north, it began falling grabbed the south it weakened, blasted the north the Midwest caves now we almost have it all cleared zapping in progress, the north teeters he says take weakin the Midwest, we did, oh yeh the upper Midwest, we shall, then work a patch work, thanks Macs helpful and refreshing

Thor

Zues mostly my story above