#I’ve been waiting for an ask of these two for foreverrrr

[chaosduckies]

What was Liam's first experience with a sizeshifter?

Ooo I wouldn’t like to give too much away (for angst reasons later one ehehe-)

Liam did not have a good first experience at all. (very bad childhood) His dad and mom are shifters (she can shrink but never does, and his dad can grow) and his dad used his abilities to abuse Liam and his mom a lot. He basically became an alcoholic :/

Shifters in this world can’t pass their abilities to their children, it just kind of happens at almost any age, which is why Liam isn’t a shifter like his parents and why he didn’t just run away when he could Again, I don’t really want to say too much for plot reasons (I am still writing it!) but Liam will eventually talk about it.

Thank you for the ask anon! :D

[mandoalorian]

I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Eight: Courage

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person's relationship with his son. You've heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You've felt his pain and anguish and you've never been able to relate to anything more. But things don't come easy for you, and they certainly don't come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: canon typical violence

Word count: 5,000>

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You awoke to the phone on the nightstand ringing. Maxwell groaned, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head. You tiredly opened your eyes before taking the phone off the hook and holding it against your ear. “Hello?” you asked, your voice hoarse and your throat sore. It must have been the implications of yours and Maxwell’s actions from the night before. Max moaned and wrapped his large arm around your naked body, pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s me,” Diana snapped back quickly. “I’ve been calling your room for the past fifteen minutes. What’s going on?”

“O-oh,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and pulling out of Maxwell’s grip. You sighed and propped yourself up on some pillows. “I’m sorry Di, I guess we must’ve slept through the phone call. I didn’t hear anything.” you admitted.

“Listen, we only have two days in Greece so if we want to find the dreamstone we have to work fast. Meet me in the lobby in fifteen minutes or I’ll go without you. I already have a lead.” Diana instructed and you heard the phone slam back down on the hook with a ring.

You turned to Max who had fallen back asleep, his snores gentle and light as his chest slowly rose and fell with every breath. He was so peaceful. When he was asleep, it was one of the few moments where he wasn’t ridden with stress or anxiety. And you wished you had the rest of your life to admire his tender movements.

“Max, wake up, we have to go.” you whispered, shaking him gently.

Maxwell mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, resting his head in your lap. You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up as he shuffled further into your body. You smoothed out his golden hair and traced the features of his face with your index finger. So beautiful. So perfect.

You imagined spending every single one of your future mornings like this, in bed with him, his face buried in your lap and his gentle snores echoing throughout the room. Your naked legs were tangled together and neither of you had ever felt so comfortable in your life.

“Max, baby,” you cooed, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss into his forehead.

“Mmm, good morning.” Maxwell grumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.

“We slept in,” you sighed, letting your hand trail down his body and lazily circle his tan chest. “Diana is waiting for us downstairs. We have to go.”

“I don’t want to,” he whined, almost child-like. “Wanna stay here with you- foreverrrr.” he purred, pressing a tired kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Maxie, please don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.” you hummed seriously, although you were trying to hold back a smile. If anything was going to wake Maxwell up, it would be that nickname. He opened his eyes and pulled off you.

“Okay princess, I’m up.” He said, running his hand through his wavy morning hair.

“Princess? I told you I’m not a-” 

“Think of it as a term of endearment, sweetheart.” he said, pressing a kiss into your nose. 

“Oh.” was all you managed to breathe out before his lips caught yours.

***

Just as she had stated, Diana was waiting for you in the hotel lobby, dressed fully in her red,  blue and gold warrior costume. It had garnered quite a bit of attention, but nothing Diana Princess of Themyscira wasn’t used to. 

“You said you had a lead?” you quizzed, quirking your eyebrow and taking a step closer to Diana.

“Yes, Dr. Minerva,” Diana said, immediately glancing at Maxwell who’s eyes had become comically wide. The name clearly meant something to him. It rang like alarm bells in his head. “Or Barbara, as myself and Max know her as.”

You turned to Max, confused as to why Diana was being particularly smug. She’d acted the same when she mentioned Barbara and Max back at the Smithsonian yesterday. “Who is this Dr Minerva?” you asked him, looking at him with the most innocent, doe eyes. Your voice was soft but riddled with curiosity. He wanted to tell you, he wanted to tell you everything it’s just… things were difficult. He’d done things with Barbara that he’d be afraid of you knowing; afraid of what you might think or if you will think any less of him. He couldn’t stand the fact you genuinely had no idea. It was a long complicated story. He hoped to tell you it one day - but knowing that you might not have much time left on Earth, was it really worth it?

“Maybe Diana is better off explaining.” Maxwell scrunched up his nose, dismissing your question. It brought back too many memories that Max would prefer to just ignore. Even though ignoring his past trauma was how he got into this mess in the first place. If he’d learned one thing from Diana, it was that he must face the truth no matter how difficult it may be.

“No,” Diana shot back, but her voice wasn’t laced with venom as Maxwell expected. “I think you’re better off answering this one.” Diana smiled a perfect smile. Maybe smug wasn’t the word to describe Diana’s demeanor, but she certainly knew something that you didn’t, and she was being particularly hidden about it.

“Well Max?” you narrowed your eyes. Why was he being so secretive? Who was this woman?

“Uh-,” Maxwell trailed off, avoiding all eye contact. He took in the features of your face, admiring your beauty with all he had and thinking about how he didn’t want to lose you. He loved you. And you deserved to know. If Max could open up to you about his childhood and about his pursuit of the dreamstone, he could tell you about his short-lived relationship with Barbara-Ann Minerva. “Shit, okay. I had been searching for the dreamstone for a long time when one day, a newspaper headline told me that there was a robbery at a jewellery store, and that the Smithsonian had all the stolen treasures. Including the dreamstone. So I went to the Smithsonian and requested to see Dr. Minerva because I did my research and I knew she was the fresh faced gemologist they just hired a week earlier. And she was… beautiful,” Maxwell seemed to get lost in the memory of her vibrant blue eyes and blonde wavy hair. His lips then curled into a frown. “But so ditzy... I saw straight through her vulnerabilities and insecurities in an instant and I used that to exploit her and get the dreamstone. I gained her trust when I told her I’d be donating to the gemology department at the museum, I charmed her at the charity gala and I wooed her in her office and took the stone.”

Maxwell seemed to gloss over the chain of events but it didn’t really matter. He’d explained what he needed to. You felt a pang of jealousy strike your heart at his revelation. You had been made aware from Mrs Stagg, Ted and Julianna, Diana, and even Max, that he’d done bad things and made terrible mistakes, but you couldn’t help but feel an irk over what had happened in Dr Minerva’s office. “Wooed her?” you quoted him, folding your arms over your chest. Maxwell blinked, but then sighed and reached out to hold your hand.

“Really?” Diana sighed. “That’s what you're focused on right now? Dolos lives. The God of Lies lives.” she shook her head in disbelief and you bit your lip, supposing that she was right. You had bigger things on your plate. You were a goddess for heaven’s sake, you couldn’t let the irrational human emotion of envy consume you. But you had noticed the way his face softened when he was reminded of Dr Minerva’s beauty. And you couldn’t help but feel the urge to know what exactly went on in her office, the night of the charity gala. After a brief moment of silence and exchanged glances, Diana opened her mouth again. “I had a contact in D.C., Babajide, who knew all about the dreamstone and the powers of the God of Lies. Myself, Barbara and Steve met with him when we found out Maxwell had become the dreamstone.”

“Hey- how did I not know about Babajide?” Maxwell frowned. He’d been researching the dreamstone for years and he’d never known of such a man. A man who supposedly had all the answers about the stone.

“Irrelevant,” Diana rolled her eyes. “Seriously guys, this is important. You need to pay attention.”

“I am!” You and Maxwell exclaimed together, in an unpredicted unison. Diana quirked an eyebrow and you felt a warmth cross your cheeks. Ancient Olympian tales would describe moments like that as soulmate-ism. 

“Babajide knew so much about Romulus and the exact dreamstone that Max got a hold of so I paid him another visit and found out he had knowledge on Dolos’ dreamstone too. Only…” And Diana let out a long sigh before pinching the bridge of her nose. “He told me that Barbara had visited him a day earlier, asking him of the same knowledge. ‘Asking’ is putting it nicely. Apparently Barbara was a menace and threatened Babajide. And Babajide told her everything he told me. It’s more than likely that Barbara is already here, in Greece, seeking the stone for herself.” 

“She sounds dangerous.” you said quietly. Maxwell held his head in his hands.

“I don’t think I can face Barbara again.” He said, shaking his head, fearful.

“Max I don’t think we have a choice. We have to get the dreamstone before she gets it. What do you think she’ll do with the stone once she has it?” you asked Diana.

“I can only imagine the worst,” Diana shook her head in dismay. “Barbara was complicated… she craved power just like Maxwell only… she had nothing to lose. I fear that she’ll wish to become the dreamstone.” As the word’s left Diana’s lips, Maxwell’s heart sank and he ran off, disappearing amongst the lobby crowds. “Do you think he’s okay?”

You stood for a moment, watching as his dirty blonde hair descended behind the grand staircase. No, of course he wasn’t okay, and you were the only one who truly knew how much this business with the dreamstone had affected him and harmed him. He had come so close to losing everything and so learning that Barbara might make the same mistake as he did, hurt him too. No matter what happened between Barbara and Maxwell, he clearly cared about her. “Excuse me.” you told Diana, following Maxwell through the crowds.

You just noticed him heading through an alcove and outside of the resort. He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and stood by the pool, relishing the fresh air and trying to regulate his panicked, erratic breathing. “Max! Max!” you called after him, pushing past the people until finally you were by his side, grabbing his hand. “What happened back there?”

Maxwell said nothing, instead he just looked into the golden horizon. “Max?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here,” he told you. “You have Diana. What use am I?” 

“We need you Max,” you promised him, placing your hand on his cheek and gently turning his head so he was facing you. “I need you.”

Maxwell smiled softly and felt himself lean into your warm embrace. “I’ve never felt needed… or wanted… until I met you.” he confessed and you felt tears prick your eyes at his admission. You knew that feeling all too well.

“I know, me too. Back home, all the other Amazon’s were fighters and warriors… like Diana. But not me. They made me feel useless… like I had no point. Like I was a mistake. My mother would tell me that Zeus created me for a reason, just like all the other Gods and Goddesses, and that one day I’d serve my true purpose. That’s why I’m here today, with you. I already know that the years of humiliation and feeling like an outcast will be worth the few days that I get to spend with you, Max.”

Max sighed softly. “I never thought a Goddess could feel like an outcast,” he told you and you pursed your lips into a fine line, nodding in affirmation. “I’m sorry.”

“I think we have more in common that meets the eye.” you giggled softly, dropping your hand flat against his chest. Maxwell wrapped both of his big arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“I think so too,” he agreed, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “We better catch up with Diana then,” he told you, taking your hand. “Let’s put an end to this.”

***

You had been walking for miles in the blazing Greek heat. Maxwell had unbuttoned the top of his shirt and his collar was slightly wonky. His hair may have been disheveled and the blonde locks may have been sticking to the pearls of sweat that beaded along his forehead, but you still admired his beauty. He was truly wonderful. He was quiet most of the journey, and he didn’t have the agility or stamina that you and Diana had. Sometimes you’d have to take stops and have water breaks or toilet breaks. You tried to include him in conversation but his discomfort wasn’t lost on you. It was clear enough that his relationship with Diana was complicated, to say the least. Little did you know, the three of you were about to become a whole lot closer. You and Diana laughed and talked for hours, sharing stories about your time together on Themyscira.

“Zeus is my father. Zeus is your father. We’re basically sisters,” you nudged her, and she giggled. Maxwell scrunched up his nose. Sisters?! He ran a hand through his hair and continued to listen in your conversation. “It’s just unfair that you got to be Princess of Themyscira and I was stuck living a sheltered life with my mother.”

“It wasn’t always easy being a princess,” Diana scolded, but in a warm and polite manner. “It was all about duty. But hey- you’re a goddess, you know all about that.”

If Maxwell Lord had a dollar for everytime he thought he was in a fever dream… he might have been able to afford Black Gold Cooperative’s utility bill. He’d always been a realist. He’d never engaged in fantasy movies or novella, but there was something about overhearing a conversation between a Demi-god and a goddess that just didn’t feel real.

He knew it was. He’d seen Diana in action himself. Hell, he’d seen the powers you possessed. Albeit, when Diana mentioned how you possessed double her power, he was shocked to say the least. Diana could barely hold off Barbara in the White House but with you here? For once Maxwell finally felt hopeful. 

As you furthered deeper into unknown plains, a sudden coldness enveloped you all. It was like a dark, enigmatic spirit ghosting between the three of you, and just like everything else that had happened over the past four days, it couldn’t be explained.

“Do you feel that?” Max finally asked, breaking his silence as he folded his arms over his chest. A shiver raced down his spine as Diana increased her pace and approached the forbidden tomb. “Look at this place. She took us to an ancient burial site, it seems. Like ancient Greek ruins.” he told you, scoping out the place.

“I feel that, yes.” you hummed, your mind wandering the origins of the cold air. Diana’s cries alerted both you and Maxwell as your heads both snapped in her direction and watched her push an enormous boulder away from the tomb, revealing an opening.

“Are you as strong as that?” Maxwell asked, his mouth gaped open in shock.

“Stronger.” you winked before taking his hand and dragging him towards Diana.

The cold spirit then enveloped you, Diana and Maxwell, whispering words of admission, encouraging you all to come forward. “Don’t you think it’s a trap?” Maxwell asked once you were deep enough in the cave that you had hit a point of no return. Even if it was a trap, there was no going back now. You were faced with two path-ways.

“The Sword of Athena is this way,” Diana pointed to the right pathway, otherwise known as the pathway she stood before, and then she pointed her other finger to the left pathway, “and Dolos’ dreamstone is that way. I say we split up and rendezvous here. Maxwell, come with me.”

“Wait what?” Max asked, narrowing his eyes.

“No,” you told Diana firmly. “He is coming with me.” “You really think it’s wise to let Max Lord accompany you to get the dreamstone?” Diana quizzed quietly, stepping closer to you and breaking any distance. Her dark eyes flicked between you and Maxwell. “After everything he’s done.”

Diana’s hiss was quiet, but not quiet enough to go unnoticed by Maxwell. He knew he wasn’t going to do anything. He was a changed man - but the realization that he’d have to prove to the people he hurt that he was changed, suddenly overwhelmed him. He’d have to prove himself to Diana, and even prove himself to Barbara before he could put all this behind him. There were still steps Max Lord had to take in order to gain full closure of his trauma.

“I trust him.” you said through gritted teeth. Maxwell felt a wave of relief. You were so pure of heart. So angelic. You took his hand, nodded goodbye to Diana, and guided him through the left path-way.

“How much further?” he asked. You had been walking hand in hand for around five or ten minutes, only your lasso of Hestia illuminating the cave. Before you could reply, you felt the walls and ceiling of the cave begin to vibrate and crumble. “What’s that?!” Maxwell asked again, this time panicked and looking around erratically.

“We might not have much time.” You said, feeling your own heart rate increase speed as anxiety settled in you.

Something wasn’t right, that much was clear. You tightened your grip on the businessman’s hand and began to run, pulling him with you. Within seconds, you had reached your destination. Maxwell was heaving and panting but he straightened up and fought for composure when he noticed a dim, amber light illuminate your skin. It wasn’t your lasso of Hestia… not this time. He slowly looked up and followed your gaze, gasping when his eyes set on the dreamstone.

You had completely frozen up, struck by awe as you took in the beauty of the citrine stone which stood erect on top of a Greek pillar. “Wow.” you mumbled, swallowing the hard lump in your throat.

The stone was practically identical to the one Maxwell had utilized just a week ago, and just seeing it again, in its full glory, sent electric bolts of dread through his body. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t do this. Not again. Being in the same proximity as the stupid stone that had ruined everything sent Maxwell into his fight or flight. “I can’t- I can’t do this.” Maxwell shakily declared, his coffee coloured eyes glazed with panic.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, taking both of his hands and coaching his breathing. “Let me get the stone and we can head on out of here.”

Maxwell closed his eyes and nodded. If you could trust him, he could certainly trust you. You brushed a chaste kiss against his lips and pulled away from him. It only took a few steps on your approach to the stone before the walls began to crumble again, even more so than previously, and the ground beneath you began to split.

“Shit!” Maxwell cried as he stared at the crack in the floor between you both. It was deep and only getting deeper. If you didn’t run now, you might have gotten separated. He called your name, terror rampant in his voice. “Hurry!”

As you were about to grab the stone. A voice stopped you. A voice that Maxwell thought he’d never hear again.

“The stone belongs to me.” she said coldly. You huffed and opted to ignore the grave voice, taking the dreamstone from the pillar before spinning around on your heel and turning around.

And when you saw the sight before you, you dropped the dreamstone and let it fall to the rocky ground beneath you. Trepidation consumed you and suddenly, it felt like your whole life was on the line. “Maxwell!” you cried, your hand immediately dropping down to your lasso and curling your fingers around the rope. You scowled angrily, your gaze flicking between Max and the woman who was holding him by his neck.

“This- this is Dr. Minerva!” Maxwell choked, tears streaming down his cheeks as Barbara tightened her grip around his throat. Her once blonde hair was white and knotted, and her black kohl eyeliner smudged down her cheeks. Her tights were ripped and a sleeve was missing from her Cheetah print fur jacket. She is not at all how you’d imagined her.

“Let him go!” You begged as anger swelled in the pit of your stomach. “Let him go now!”

Maxwell’s eyes squeezed shut and he let out a groan, his knees wobbling as he struggled to even stand up straight. It was only Barbara’s strong grip of his neck that was keeping him upright. He was hurting. The love of your life was in pain.

“Give me the stone.” Barbara growled.

You picked up the dreamstone and passed it her way. She took it, willingly and let go of Maxwell, throwing him to the ground. The glint in her eye as she analysed the citrine was enough to terrify you. You ran to Maxwell’s side, dropping to your knees and nursing his body.

“Hey! Max, are you okay?” You whispered, smoothing out his hair and running your fingers along his face. He nodded wearily, rubbing the scratches on his neck from where her sharp, cat-like, fingernails had dug into his skin. You helped him to his feet and swung an arm around his body to support him.

“Barbara.” he called, gaining the attention of the doctor.

“No,” you chastised Max. “Don’t. There will be another opportunity to get the stone.” But he wasn’t going to give in that easy, he had to play his cards right. Luckily for you, manipulation was one of Maxwell Lord’s most tactful skills.

“Barbara, did we end things on a bad note? I must admit, I thought we had something special… me and you.” Maxwell said, his voice hoarse. He pulled out of your arms and sluggered towards the gemologist, who had finally looked up from the citrine stone and towards the businessman. For a split second, you saw a glimpse of humanity flicker in her eyes.

“You renounced your wish,” Barbara said, her grip on the stone as tight as ever, but her heart ached as Maxwell approached her. “You were weak. The dreamstone deserves to be with someone like me.” Even her words sound forced and unnatural - like they weren’t really coming from her. Had she not renounced her wish? You wondered what she had even wished for. 

“I couldn’t agree more,” Maxwell coaxed. He had gotten so close to Barbara, he was able to cup her face and rub the height of her cheekbone with his thumb. It was an action he’d performed on you many times, but even watching this play out, with your own two eyes, you could tell it was different. It was colder and more forced. He had that fake television smile, not the smile you had been blessed to see so many times. “I just hoped things could’ve been different between us.”

“Max, what are you saying?” Barbara asked, goosebumps lacing her arms and you noticed the way her grip on the dreamstone loosened under his touch.

“Everyone has something to lose,” Maxwell whispered. “I could have all the power in the world but it would mean nothing to me if I lost Alistair, my son. Tell me Barbara, does that really make me weak?”

Barbara considered his words for a few moments. “No.”

Maxwell nodded. “What do you have to lose?” Maxwell whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Barbara sniffed, a single tear dripping down her cheek. She was once so warm and compassionate, so friendly. There was one thing. Only one thing she thought about losing.

Just then, the dreamstone slipped from her grip as the lasso of Hestia curled around it and pulled it away from her. But it wasn’t your lasso.

“Diana!” Barbara gasped, her face hardening as she quickly and fiercely wiped her tears away. “That dreamstone belongs to me!”

“I can’t let you do this Barbara!” Diana cried. “This has to end now!” You and Maxwell ran towards Diana and she passed you the dreamstone. “Get out of here!” I’ll hold back Barbara.”

You handed Maxwell the dreamstone and equipped your own lasso, circling it around until it wrapped around a rocky ledge at the end of the cave. “Hold on to me. One hand around me and keep tight a hold of the stone!” you commanded as the walls of the ancient temple began to crumble around you. Just before you set off, you saw the silver gleam of Diana’s sword of Athena as she wielded it before Barbara.

“Shouldn’t I hold on to the lasso?” Maxwell asked, sliding an arm around your waist and holding the stone tight against his chest. 

“Just trust me!” You shouted over the loud rumbling around you. You gripped on to your lasso firmly with both hands before shooting off in the air.

“Whoa!” Maxwell screamed, squeezing his eyes tight shut the second his feet left the ground. “Are we flying?! Are we flying?!”

You giggled as your bodies glided through the air. Max might have been holding on to you for his dear life, but somehow he knew he would be okay. That he’d be safe and you wouldn’t let him get hurt. You rapidly approached the entrance to the cave and used the last of your might to safely land. Maxwell had no time to catch his whereabouts when his feet hit the ground, as you clipped your lasso back to your belt and ran with him to the edge of the ruins.

You hadn’t been in there too long, but by the time you had exited the ancient temple, it was already nightfall. You looked back and there was no sign of Diana. She must have still been in there with Barbara, and you wondered what was going on. 

When Maxwell held the dreamstone, he felt opportunistic. He could make a wish. He had the possibility to make a wish again and have a do-over. He knew where he went wrong last time. He could make it right. He could wish for you to stay… and for you to live a peaceful, happy life with him and Alistair. He could wish to win the custody case. He could wish for so many things. But it was the softness of your touch which interrupted him from his intrusive thoughts. The way your fingers gently grazed across his knuckles and you held his hand.

“We have to destroy it now.” you whispered, looking into the glowing citrine rock. 

“We?” Maxwell questioned. His eyes were dark and wide. “We don’t even know how.”

“Only the truth can destroy the lies. But my mother said I had to believe in love. Love would destroy the stone. Truth and love… truth and love…” you chanted as you tried to piece together the puzzle.

It suddenly hit Maxwell like a ton of bricks. “True love,” he said out loud, his gaze flicking from the dreamstone to you. “True love will destroy the stone.”

It made more than sense, and Maxwell had worked it out on his own. “You’re right…” you whispered. You squeezed Max’s hand and then reached over to the dreamstone. You placed your hand on the stone, and the tips of your fingers touched the tips of Maxwell. As you both held the stone together, the magic began to work and the stone  grew hot and tingled your skin. Very soon, Dolos’ dreamstone - the final dreamstone - fizzled away into a pile of glittering dust and blew away in the cool Greek wind.

You and Maxwell both stood there in silence, still holding your hands out, but this time there was no dreamstone. You had done it. The dreamstone had been destroyed. The God of Lies was dead. It was over. 

“You did it,” Maxwell was the first to break the silence. “You destroyed the dreamstone.”

You had both been thinking the same thing. The fact you had both placed your hand on the dreamstone and that your combined energy was enough to disintegrate the possessed rock. True love. It was hard to know what to say. Of course you were in love with Maxwell Lord, and knowing that pretty soon you’d have to leave him, made your whole body ache to the core. And Maxwell felt the same about you. He’d never been this happy in his life - but spending his days with you and Alistair felt so special. You were his guardian angel, sent out from Themyscira to aid him and help him. To rescue him. How could he not love you? But still, neither of you said anything. How could you ever tell him that you loved him when you were going to leave him? It would only make things harder when it was time to go. You winced and blinked away unshed tears.

“No,” you whispered, turning to look into Maxwell’s honey coloured eyes. “We did it.”

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Prom

Pairing: Hinata x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff- A tiny tease of smut >~<

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3,040

Summary: You going to prom with Hinata.

A/N: First Tumblr story. I’ve been working on this foreverrrr, @peaxhcringe​ finally made me finish and of course helped me when I got stuck because she’s cool. I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you want a smut part two. ;)

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“No, I have no idea what I’m going to wear!” You said disappointingly to your best friend and Karasuno’s team manager Kiyoko.

She pushed up her glass on the bridge of her nose and stared off in concentration.

“I know what you’re thinking, don’t worry it’s a not a money thing! I just can’t find one I really like.” You hated lying to her but if she knew you had been running low on funds she’d never stop until you let her help.

She sighed before pointing at the boys who were currently preparing for their practice game against Nekoma next week with a group of guys you hadn’t seen before.

“You idiot!” Kageyama yelled chasing around your boyfriend of 6 months, Hinata.

Hinata squealed bolting across the gym fleeing the scene of the crime. His eyes locked with yours as he had made his way towards the entrance which inevitably caused him to lose his focus and fall flat onto his face.

You giggled covering your lips as Hinata’s bright red face stayed buried on the floor.

“It’s no fun when you punish yourself,” Kageyama said before throwing a volleyball at the base of his neck.

“Hey!” Hinata’s voice echoed as he turned around scowling as Kageyama walked further away.

You walked over to him helping him get off his feet before rubbing your thumb across his cheek that had started to bruise.

You smiled pressing a soft kiss against it before saying, “You really have to be more careful, that’s the third time you’ve fallen this week when I come by.”

He blushed while rubbing the back of his neck, “I know but you’re distracting.”

His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into a tight hug before pulling you across the shiny wooden floor.

“You know Y/N there is only less than a week left until prom, have you found a dress?”

He sat down on the bench and Yamaguchi’s eyes lit up as he was called in and the team switched positions letting him serve.

You sighed as Hinata raised his water bottle chugging down the rest.

“I can’t find one I really like.”

Kiyoko looked at me sadly a few feet from the bench. She knew you had been hiding something as you weren’t the kind of person to not be satisfied with all the dresses I had seen.

Hinata’s face dropped and he laid his head on your shoulder looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed hard before saying yes and trying to change the subject.

He continued to frown and grabbed your hand in his before sitting up and scooching closer to you as they continued the game. We watched as Yamaguchi hit his serve and the ball flew across the court. I watched as Hinata’s eyes followed the ball’s every movement his hand gripping yours tighter as the opposing side knocked it back across the court.

“You know, I’m gonna be the ace one day,” he whispered his eyes focused on his team scattered across the floor, “and I want you to be there to watch!” he finished his eyes locking with yours.

Your face turned a bright red and you hid your face in his shoulder, mumbling “I know you will be” while Kiyoko let out a small chuckle from behind us. You just wish you were someone worthy enough to be by his side.

~TimeSkip 3 days before prom~

“Y/N! It’s beautiful!” Kiyoko gasped as you stepped out of the dressing room.

Your h/l hair was pinned back its h/c waves contouring your face as you spun around in a cyan floor-length gown. The top was a strapless heart shape design connected to the long straight bottom with a variety of rhinestones in between.

“I love it.” You whispered staring at yourself in the full mirror across from you. Your e/c fluttered as you looked yourself up and down admiring the design.

Suddenly, your eyes stopped as you reached for the price tag.

“Maybe I should keep looking…” You said rushing back to the changing room before Kiyoko moved in front of you blocking your way.

“Absolutely not.” Her hands ran across the pricetag before nodding in approval. “I’ll buy it.”

“What!” You shrieked grabbing it from her hands. “There’s no way I’m letting you buy this it’s too much!”

She sighed pushing up her glasses before saying, “Y/n I can afford it, you never let me do anything for you and I want this night to be special, I remember my first dance and I want you to remember yours.”

Your e/c eyes started to tear up as you jumped forward wrapping your arms around her.

“Thank you.” You whispered sniffling against her uniform.

“Of course, Y/n.”

~TimeSkip 3 hours before Prom~

Kiyoko pulled back your h/l h/c slowly curling the edges and letting them fall against your soft s/c skin.

As the final hair fell, the door to her apartment swung open with a smiling Tanaka holding a bouquet of lilac flowers to match her long lavender dress with a medium slit tracing the edge of her pale thighs. He matched by wearing a purple tie against his dark tuxedo. Behind him popped out Nishinoya in an orange tux with a black-tie smiling followed by Asahi in a regular black tux with a white tie.

“Oh, hey we just finished.” She said unplugging the curler and walking over to Tanaka whose face lit up as she smiled taking the flowers.

“Woah Y/n you look great!” Noya said followed by Asahi who hovered over him smiling as Noya’s excitement filled the room.

“You think so?” You said spinning around in front of the wooden vanity where Kiyoko had done your hair.

“He’ll love it.” Asahi said seemingly reading your mind.

You smiled whispering a “Thank you” before following Tanaka and the rest of the gang to the car.

“A limo!” You squealed running up to the shiny exterior.

“I know a guy.” Tanaka’s older sister said, rowing down the dark window on the driver’s side smiling as we gathered near the door.

“Big sister is the best!” Noya said excitedly.

We smiled getting in the limo, its red seats stretched out before us.

“How did you guys afford this?” You whispered picking a seat further away from them letting the couples sit together.

Tanaka smiled pointing to himself “I worked out a deal!”

His sister turned around with an eyebrow raised, “A deal to do my chores for the next 3 months.”

“Why would you say that!” Tanaka whined, hiding against Kiyoko, who rolled her eyes hiding a small smile.

By the time we had got there, Sugawara and Daichi were already by the doors waiting for us and they both had on matching blue suits with black bow ties.

“Welcome to the party!” Suga said, smiling as we all shuffled in.

“Have fun tonight, but don’t stay out too late. We have our practice game against Nekoma tomorrow, now let’s have the time of our lives!” Daichi’s voice rang out loud, a sense of pride behind it.

You smiled walking over to the punch bowl where Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were.

“Y/n!” Yamaguchi excitedly leaned forward in a yellow suit with a white bow tie while Tsukishima leaned against the table in his coral-colored suit with a white bow tie to match Yamaguhci’s.

“Hey.” Tsukishima said

“Hey, guys!” You said, pouring a glass of crimson-colored punch into one of the clear cups nearby.

“Tadashi, I’m bored, can we leave.” Tsuki said, laying his head on his shoulder.

I giggled as Yamaguchi a.k.aYams or Tadashi for Tsuki started to lecture him before a flash of orange in the distance caught your eyes.

Hinata walked in through the gym's doors his hair spiked in its normal fashion but his skin was covered in a black tux with a bright red bow tie and in his hand was a single red rose matching the flush behind his cheeks.

Following behind him was Kageyama in a white suit with a dark black tie who stood next to Yachi who was in a short, ruffled black dress with a white flower tucked behind her ear.

Hinata’s eyes locked with yours from across from the room and his mouth dropped to the floor as his eyes started to move up and down your body. You made your way over to him through the crowd stopping a few feet in front of him.

“Hey-”

“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off, “you look b..eau..tiful…” His speech came out in fragments as he looked at you. Your face grew a bright red as your hands laid against the edges of your dress that trailed slightly behind me.

“Thank you.” You whispered looking down at your matching heels in embarrassment.

His hand swiftly moved to your chin forcing your eyes to meet his again. His other hand pulled yours forward putting the rose in your hands.

Your breath hitched as he started to smile and leaned forward pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

For a moment your eyes were locked on each other before Kageyama waved his hand between us.

“Shouldn’t the newest couple be heading over there?”

We looked over as Daichi and Suga who were making their way to the dance floor soon followed by everyone else.

You both hadn’t noticed the slow song that had begun to play.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, kissing your free hand.

You laughed pulling him to the middle of the floor.

Being the same height as Hinata was probably the easiest part of the relationship as your arms wrapped around his neck the rose hanging delicately between your fingers. His arms wrapped around your waist as you moved slowly in sync with the beat.

“It’s beautiful.” You said pulling one hand between you both, twirling around the rose.

Hinata blushed as you and him watched the rose spin between you. This Town played behind you as Hinata’s face grew into a bright smile before he started to bite the side of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

You nodded a pink flush under the skin of your cheeks.

He leaned forward, his lips even with yours as pressed against them. The soft and delicate touch, as if not to break you, caused your heart to swell.

His hands moved to the sides of your arms his fingertips leaving goosebumps against your skin. The kiss grew darker as the song started to change the beat speeding up as the new lyrics replaced the empty sound.

He looked at you differently as he pulled away.

“Hinata?” You whispered, concerned, never seeing this side before.

He suddenly leaned forward pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his breath dancing on your neck.

A familiar feeling washed over as you ached to get closer to him. You didn’t want this moment to end. You could stand here, dancing forever in Hinata arms.

Kageyama walked over to us as Hinata pulled away, Yachi’s petite figure racing to keep up with him. Hinata groaned aloud as you both were interrupted.

“King and Queen of prom pick are about to start, if we miss it Daichi will make us run around the school fifty times let’s go short stacks.”

You stuck out your tongue at his ‘clever’ nickname grabbing Hinata’s hand in yours.

“He’s right, last time I made you late to practice Daichi threatened to make me run with the team, regardless of me just visiting, imagine what he will do if we both miss this.”

Hinata’s eyes grew wide and nodded letting you drag him to the corner of the gym where a makeshift stage was small enough to leave plenty of room throughout the area.

Since the room had darkened it was no surprise when a small spotlight lit up the stage, the music faded into the background and you held Hinata’s hand tightly, anxious to see who had won.

“Good evening Karasuno High!” Takeda yelled in excitement, accidentally so loud the microphone screeched.

He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks warming as a few students giggled from the crowd after the sound had stopped.

“I-I my bad guys...anyways who’s ready to give away some crowns!”

The crowd cheered as the nominees stepped forward. So many couples stood on the stage it was hard to see who was who.

“As you know voting took place over a month ago but today these students finally get what they’ve been waiting for!”

The band walked into the gym, a drumroll set to play as Takeda clumsily ripped open the envelope containing their names.

His face grew brighter as his eyes scanned across the card now in his hands.

“For the first time in Karasuno High history, the prom kings are Daichi Sawamura and Kōshi Sugawara!”

The team and you screamed at the top of our lungs as Tanaka and Noya ran on stage jumping on the two as they entered from the back of the crowd.

Kageyama smiled and Hinata jumped up and down screaming at the top of his lungs. Yachi and Kiyoko giggled and clapped while Yam’s face grew into excitement while Tsuki turned his face slightly away, hiding the small smile forming on his face.

Your smile took over your face as you watched Daichi and Suga hug on the stage, the team and your cheers drowning out the rest of the gym. Takeda places the larger crown on Daichi and the smaller on Suga, Daichi leaned over and kissed the brim of his cheek smiling brighter.

“That’s gonna be us one day.” Hinata says smiling, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter.

The rest of prom went by quickly, Hinata and you were growing closer every second of the night.

The gym started to slowly filter out, more and more students leaving, as we slowly helped Takeda clean up the mess.

You looked up and realized the clock was already half past twelve. Daichi and Suga left first, beckoning the rest of us to leave soon as well. Next was Tsuki who was being dragged by Yams towards the entrance after saying something about ice cream. Noya and Asahi left with Tanaka and Kiyoko, taking Kageyama and Yachi with them when Hinata insisted on walking you home since he lived only two blocks away and your house was much closer to the school than Kiyoko’s.

As we walked out, Hinata grabbed your hand, holding it tighter every time someone else looked at us.  

“You’re so protective.” You say before sticking your tongue out at him when his cheeks flushed.

“It’s your job.” He said innocently before noticing how you had slowed down.

“What’s wrong?” he said quickly jumping in front you, stopping you from going further without telling him.

His eyes instantly flew down to your feet as you moved one behind the other.

“It’s nothing, really my feet are just a little sore.”

His eyes stared at your feet for a moment, contemplating before leaning down, pulling them off of your feet.

“Now hold these.”

You quickly grabbed the shoes, your feet resting softly against the pavement before Hinata motioned for you to climb on his back.

“Hinata I-”

“I insist, Y/N”

You sighed before climbing onto his back, his arms tucked under your legs.

“You don’t have to do this.” You say muffled against his hair.

He chuckles, his laughter rumbling against your skin.

“I really want to Y/N.”

Your face flushes and he moves forward his feet dragging across the ground slowly as he watched them as if he were afraid he’d drop you.

Your house was getting closer now, just at the end of the street, right across from the next streetlight making your path bright ahead. You watched as Hinata’s feet grew even slower on every step. He finally stopped in front of your house, he gently put you down, the streetlight shining bright enough that you could see the dark cricles starting to form under his eyes as he stared at your front door.

“I don’t want to leave.” He whispered, looking back at you before his eyes shifted back to yours, his face suddenly bright again. “You’re coming to the practice game tomorrow right, I’ll save a spot for you next to Kiyoko, and I’ll win for you!”

His sudden burst of energy made you smile as you nodded leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, your face buried in his chest.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You say muffled against his soft tux.

“Me too.”

He went quiet for a minute, the pavement growing cold against your bare feet. You looked towards your door which was under a small roof protecting the entrance knowing you’d eventually have to go in.

“Y/N.”

Your face turned back to his, his eyes staring at you, dark like they had been after we kissed.

“Yes?” You say in a whispered voice.

“I-I love you.”

Your face instantly turned a smoldering red as he stared at you, waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry-”

“I love you too.” Your voice was louder this time as you leaned forward pressing your lips against his soft pink ones locking with yours.

He hugged you tightly his mouth smiling against your lips. You felt his heartbeat quicken the closer you got, making you suddenly wish you were closer.

His arms started to trace the edge of your dress, his finger moving slowly against the material around your waist before following it to the bottom of your hips. You both had started to move out of the circle of light around you, where the street grew darker. You had only been together for six months but you felt closer to Hinata more than anyone in your life, even if you weren’t the best at expressing it.

His kiss slowly stopped as he breathed heavily against your neck. “Nekoma suddenly doesn’t seem so important.”

“What does..?” You whispered against his jaw.

He groaned, his eyes growing darker than you had ever seen them before.

“You.”

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The Nearness of You [Part Four]

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Summary: The Avengers locate The Ghost, and Bucky’s worst fears are confirmed. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 3445 Warnings: Canon divergence, creative liberties, canon-typical violence, assassination attempt, retellings of kidnapping and brainwashing.  A/N: THE FINALE! Can’t believe that I started out hoping to get 2K on my word count for this whole story, and I’ve ended up having to split it into four parts! HUGE thanks to @captain-s-rogers​, without whom I probably would never write a single Marvel related thing. And to all of you who have read, commented, reblogged ... you’re amazing. 

Additionally: I could have dragged this series on foreverrrr but I felt like this was the story that needed to be told. There may be some loose ends, some things you are still wondering after you read. In light of that, as soon as this post goes up, I’m opening my ask box for any and all questions regarding this series. Loose ends, how certain things came to be, headcanons ... whatever you want to know, send it my way! 

The initial location was a no-go. They ambushed the place, checked every nook and cranny, but not even one clue was found. The mission was a bust. 

S.H.I.E.L.D monitored kills, assassinations, and solicitations for big-stakes murders for weeks. The frontline team didn’t check out anything until a recon team gave the signal that maybe The Ghost was there, or had been there. With each missed mark, Bucky’s shut down a little more, until he was hardly even speaking to Steve. 

He had moved Y/N’s picture from the box to his nightstand, only moving it inside his jacket for any and every mission he went on. When he came back, he went straight to his own room and only came out to train, attend meetings, or get food to take back to his room and return the dishes to the nearest kitchen. 

The nightmares were the worst of it. Some were memories of the first experimentations Zola had done on him, before Steve rescued him. Some were of the continued experiments, his first kills. Some nights, he was stuck in a black room, screaming, with no way out and no one to save him; Bucky wondered if those were reminiscent of the blanks in his memory, when he had been frozen or erased. 

Then there were the nights when he dreamed about Y/N. Whether the happy dreams or the tragic nightmares were worse, Bucky had yet to figure out. Kissing her was the momentary reprieve to his pain and confusion before she was taken and there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he had to watch it happen, sometimes it happened as it did in reality: he went into the small town with some of the boys, leaving her behind to sleep, and when he returned, there was no trace of her or where she had gone. 

At Steve’s urging the team left Bucky alone. They endured his grunted answers to questions, his moody glares when they laughed a little too loud at, well, anything. They forgave him for the hard hits he delivered in sparring sessions. 

It was Wanda who finally breached the agreement to let Bucky ride this out unbothered. She wandered casually down the hall where his room was, peeking around to see that no one was there to scold her before she knocked on his door. Bucky opened the door, his facial expression telling Wanda that he hadn’t been expecting her. 

“What is it?” he asked, tone curt. 

Wanda pressed her lips together as she considered him. “Captain Rogers told us to leave you alone, but I thought maybe I would give you the option to talk. I lost somebody too.”

“We’ve all lost somebody,” Bucky mumbled, turning away but leaving the door open behind him. 

She followed him in, leaving the door open — not to give herself an escape, but so that Bucky perhaps wouldn’t feel trapped. 

“My brother, Pietro,” she continued at his back, pretending he hadn’t said anything, “was my other half. When you lose everything together, the only thing you have left is each other. That becomes more important than ever before. But you, when you lost her, you lost yourself soon after. You went through all of that alone. And now it’s happening again — you’re faced with it all of it alone, again. You have Captain Rogers, but it isn’t the same. Is it?”

Bucky finally turned to face her. “No, it’s not.”

Wanda nodded. “I hope that when we find this person — this ghost — that you can find your peace, Sergeant Barnes.”

With that, she turned to go. She quietly shut his door behind her, securing his privacy once again. She waited in the hallway for another minute or two, in case he came after her, wanting to talk more. He didn’t, but Wanda was mostly sure that she heard the quiet sobs of a broken man before she decided to leave him to his private sadness.

“The Ghost has been spotted.”

Bucky was standing at the S.H.I.E.L.D equivalent of ground control with Steve and Fury, watching video footage from a body cam of one of the recon agents. He was rubbing his chin and waiting anxiously to see if this would be the one; the mission when The Ghost would be found, then tracked. The team would be assigned to take him out, and maybe that would be the end of this latest phase of his suffering.  

The recon team sent a drone up the roof where the assassin was staged. Laid out on the cracking concrete, it could have been Bucky himself, except smaller in stature and sporting two flesh arms. His breath caught in his throat, but rather than feeling more tense about facing his past, Bucky felt a strange sense of comfort. 

“No, no, no …” He said it so quickly under his breath, it sounded more like syllabic chanting than a repeated word. “It can’t be.”

With no indication that the recon team had been made, The Ghost pulled a handgun from a side pocket of his — her — black pants and pointed it at the drone. A second before the bullet took the drone down, Bucky felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and every fiber of his being tingle. 

“All right, let’s load up,” Steve ordered, “if we’ve been made, then we don’t have much time. Chances are he isn’t going to stick around to hit his mark if he knows someone is on to him.”

Action happened in a frenzy around him, but Bucky was rooted to the spot. The picture of her had never made him feel this way, but he knew that was her on the video. His throat tightened and his stomach twisted over itself. Before he knew it, he was leaning over a nearby trash bin, vomiting up whatever he had eaten earlier in the day — and then some. 

Steve backtracked to his friend’s side. “Bucky? You all right? Listen, man, I think everything is catching up with you. Maybe you should —”

“No,” Bucky interrupted, knowing exactly what Steve was ready to suggest, “I’m going. I have to go. I’ll meet you at the jet.”

He hurried to his room to dress more appropriately for this mission. At his nightstand, he hesitated to take the picture of Y/N with him. In the end, he decided that no matter how this turned out, he still needed her close to him. 

The drone had been taken out, but two members of the recon team had stayed behind to track The Ghost — one to cover the assassin, the other to cover the victim. Surprisingly, The Ghost had not packed up and called it a day after shooting down the drone. The kill was still on. 

The jet dropped the team just as the shot fired. They hit the rooftop in time to see the assassin, rifle disassembled and pieces dropped into a backpack already being worn, raise a black-gloved fist, palm down, before opening her fist, fingers spread. The dust and other debris on the rooftop gathered all together before flying out of sight. Changing her sights to the direction of her victim — dead, despite the recon agent’s best efforts — she pulled her fist closed again. The slug and casing clanked into the same pocket where the handgun had come from minutes earlier, and the handgun came back out. 

Natasha went after her first, ducking the shot The Ghost fired in her direction. She went hand-to-hand with the assassin, but really, it was only a distraction for Steve to be able to get behind her and get her into a headlock. She ducked out of it quickly, using whatever power she had been endowed with to toss Natasha a couple of yards away before elbowing Steve hard enough in the head to send him tumbling backwards. 

Bucky was frozen, watching Tony go after her and fail, followed quickly by Sam, whose wings malfunctioned without The Ghost touching the high-grade tech. It was Thor’s hammer that finally landed a hit, knocking her to the side where she rolled and landed, pausing only for a moment before pushing herself up from the ground. Bucky remembered vaguely the fight with Steve when his mask had been knocked away and Steve had recognized him. 

Mjölnir had cracked the mask, leaving it hanging from her face. With an angry yank, she tossed the protection to the side. Her scowl was as unmistakable as her features were familiar. Maybe he had never seen that expression on her face, but Bucky would know Y/N anywhere. He didn’t need calm tingles and the comforting feeling of home to know it was her. 

“I’ve got this,” Bucky told them all, strutting towards her with a flame of anger he hadn’t felt in some time. He wasn’t angry with her; he was angry with whoever had made her this way, put her through the things he had endured in his years as a Winter Soldier. “Give it up, Y/N. The fight is over.”

With her attention drawn to him, the connection registered. Bucky could take a good guess at what she was feeling, and it wasn’t all about a soul bond. He read confusion and fear in her eyes, and the emotions intensified within her as Bucky stalked closer to her. Her face tightened back into anger as he got within reach for her to strike out, but before she could make the hit, Natasha came up behind her and delivered a sedation shot that immediately weakened her muscles. All Bucky could see in her eyes at that point, was fear. Before she could crumple to the ground, he reached out and caught her. He hoisted her up, an arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. Y/N’s head rolled to his shoulder; she was out of it but not completely unconscious. They would have to monitor her closely on the way back to the compound. 

“It’s all right, pretty girl,” Bucky whispered as he carried her, “I’ve got you.”

The sedation had to be continuous to keep Y/N from lashing out. She had already put a nurse and two agents in the infirmary with her. When she was conscious, she was a scared animal, cutting down whoever was in the way of her survival. 

“I can’t watch her like this,” Bucky sighed, turning his back to the room. “How much longer is it going to be before she’s out of it enough to talk to?”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “You came out of it. Y/N will, too.”

Bruce came out of the room with a clipboard, closing the door behind him. “It may not be that easy. The tests Cho and I have been running — the serum was given to her in high doses, it seems. Wherever she’s been, it’s possible she’s been given the serum as recently as the last twenty-four hours, according to her blood content. Besides that, her brain scans show high levels of chemicals associated with post-traumatic stress. Whatever HYDRA did to you, Sergeant Barnes, it’s very possible she endured at least ten times that, if not more.”

He left the two supersoldiers to their own conversation after that. Bucky breathed in deep and took his time exhaling. After two more cycles of that, his anger hadn’t quelled at all — and neither had his guilt. 

“This happened because of me. They came after her because of me. We have to find out where she’s been, who’s been doing this to her, we have to —”

Steve put an arm across Bucky’s chest before his friend could go any further. “Buck, slow down. All right? We won’t know anything until she comes out of this. When we know more, we’ll go after the cell. I promise you that. We can’t rush into anything. We have to give it time.”

Time. Bucky hated time. Time he had lost, time he had stretched out in front of him with no end in sight. Time he had spent without Y/N in his life. Time he would have to wait to avenge the things that had been done to her. 

When he went to bed that night, sleep eluded him for hours. He tossed and turned, remembering everything he had been put through, but imagining Y/N as the subject of that torture instead of himself. He imagined her screaming for him, but he never came for her. She had rescued him, but he had been unable to do the same for her. 

“Bucky! Bucky!”

He sat up straight in bed. Had his thoughts and dreams become so real that he was hearing her scream his name when he was awake? Fuck, this was one place he didn’t want to be again; somewhere between sleeping and dreaming with no idea what was real. 

“Bucky!” 

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Bucky ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight. He got up and clicked the light on, pulled on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and his word tennis shoes. If he couldn’t sleep, he would burn off the anxious energy in the training room. With her screams still echoing in his ear, Bucky shut the door to his room and headed that way. 

FRIDAY’s voice interrupted his walk down the hallway. “Sergeant Barnes, your presence is requested in the infirmary.”

Bucky froze for a half a second before breaking into a run. As her screams continued, he ran faster. What he had thought was in his head had been real. Y/N was screaming for him. 

Bruce, Helen, and some others were trying to calm her down. At the door, an orderly stopped him, until Bruce yelled for Bucky to be allowed to pass. He pushed through and went to her bedside, grabbing her face in his hands. 

“Y/N, it’s me, I’m here,” Bucky told her, over and over, loud so that she would hear him over the commotion of her fear and panic. 

She fought him only for a few seconds before she realized she wasn’t dreaming. Bucky was real, she was real — this was, all of it, real. 

“Bucky. It’s really you.” Her hands reached up to grasp his shirt, pulling them together. Bucky wrapped his vibranium arm around her and cradled her head with the other, kissing her head and assuring her that yes, it was really him. “What’s going on?”

“A lot.” He pulled away only enough to be able to see her face, pushing sweaty strands of hair behind her ears. “But you’re safe now, Y/N. You’re safe. These people are here to help you. Let them help you, okay?”

He loosened his hold on her, and she slowly lowered herself back against the pillows. Bruce and Helen introduced themselves, made sure they told her everything they were doing, and allowed Bucky to stay for as many tests as they could. When it was time to run new scans, though, he had to stay behind. 

“I’ll be here when you come back,” he promised her. 

Y/N looked nervous but nodded. “I believe you.”

He watched as they wheeled her away and the comfort of being in her presence faded. Within the absence of that comfort, however, Bucky still felt relief. He had found Y/N again, and it was as though his very soul had been returned to him in the process. 

“When they took me from the camp, I don’t know where I was at first. I only know that I was on a train for three days, in and out of consciousness. They drugged me before I got on the train, and it’s possible that the injections started then. I don’t remember much of what happened during those few days.”

Although Bucky had been hesitant to let it happen, Y/N insisted on telling her story in front of all of them. She wanted them to know the real story, she said, and not risk a single detail being lost in translation. She sat at the head of the long, wooden table in one of the conference rooms. Bucky was on her left, Steve on the right, and Fury was at the other end of the table. Various other members of the Avengers filled the remaining seats. 

“I don’t know where the first location was. The thing I remember most from there is burning from the inside out. There were more injections and bright lights and a lot of people coming and going. The room I was in had no windows, and I only knew where the door was when they came in and out. They — they broke me down. They told me no one was going to come looking for me, that this was my life now. They said these — these words. I don’t know how long that went on, but I know eventually I got to the point that when they said those words, I was … I would do whatever they asked me to do. Stand for hours. Sleep until they told me to wake up. Eat whatever they put in front of me.”

Bucky couldn’t look at her. He knew that experience all too well. 

“One day, I woke up, and everything was — I don’t know. Calm. Clear. I could breathe again and my skin wasn’t burning up. They put me on another train, and took me to Bucharest. I trained, I learned. I did whatever they told me to do. That list of words was spoken and I was their clay, waiting to be molded into whatever sculpture they wanted me to be. I lived in a bunker there until — well, until you all found me on that rooftop.”

Bucky looked up. “Bucharest? You were in Bucharest?”

Y/N’s eyes met his. “You were there for a while, I know. They had me watching you, until …”

“Until what?” Bucky demanded. It was the harshest he had ever spoken to her. 

She swallowed and closed her eyes before she answered him, quietly. “There was a moment when I was following you, and everything they had put in my head washed away. I felt the connection — some kind of connection — and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. After everything they told me about you, I didn’t know if you would recognize me and I didn’t know if I could take that. So, I ran back to the bunker. I told them I thought I knew you and after that they didn’t have me follow you again.” 

He knew that feeling, too. She didn’t have to tell him anything else — he knew what would have come next. A list of words, maybe some brain zapping. She would have been returned to the soldier they wanted her to be. 

After a few more details, the meeting was dismissed. Y/N stayed in her chair, and Bucky stayed in his. She looked like she was waiting for him to yell or walk out. He did neither of those things, only sat there in silence. 

“I always screamed for you,” she said, breaking up the quiet. 

Bucky frowned. “What?”

“In between compliances, when I was locked away. When I wasn’t frozen. I screamed for you. Sometimes, before it all wore away and I was fully myself again, I wouldn’t even know why I was screaming for Bucky, or who Bucky was. It was always you.”

Y/N’s chin quivered as she locked eyes with him. She wasn’t telling him this to make him feel guilty; she wanted him to know that he had always been with her, no many how many years had passed. No matter how many times she had been frozen or erased, Bucky was always with her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her; fervently, almost rough. He felt her tears trail over his fingers, and his own voice was thick with emotion when he spoke. 

“Having you back,” Bucky told her, “is having my soul back. We’re never gonna be apart from here on out, if that’s what you want. It’s what I want. I don’t want another day to go by where we aren’t living life together.”

She smiled through her tears. “We’re finally getting our moment, Sergeant.”

Bucky grinned and kissed her again, pulling her up from the chair to stand with him. They hugged each other fiercely, and Bucky knew she was absolutely right. 

This was their moment. 

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[disneysholland]

“you smell really nice” - s.l.

A/N: I messed something up when coming up with this fic. The avengers tower is in New York not California...so we’ll just pretend like it’s in Cali!!!

Pairing: Scott Lang x reader

Warnings: some making out and like...one swear word, dorky, awkward Scott

Summary: Scott takes the reader on a surprise trip and they get caught in a sticky situation

You moved in next door to Scott five months ago.

Your first introduction to the dopey smiled ex-con was not too long after you moved in. Maggie had just dropped off Cassie and she and Scott were out in the front yard playing while you were doing some yard work. Cassie had spotted you and waved, pushing her dad to say hi.

The rest is history. You were Scott’s regular babysitter for when he was “out of town,” which you had eventually learned was actually his missions as Ant-Man. Not only did you babysit Cassie, but you and Scott had a close relationship and hung out a lot.

In the past month, Scott has taken the opportunity to take you with him to places all around the city. You were surprised when he had asked you to come with him, but you obliged, mostly because you had been harboring a secret crush on him.

As you go to more places with him, he has gotten more and more flirty with you, much to your enjoyment of course.

Today wasn’t any different.

You were sitting on your couch, relaxing, ready for the long weekend ahead. Just as you were getting into an episode of Friends, a knock sounded at the door.

On the other side of the door stood a smirking Scott.

“Oh hey, Scottie, what’s up?” you greeted him, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, I have somewhere I want to show you today,” he responded, bouncing on his heels.

“Uh oh, not another surprise,” you groaned, remembering the last time Scott surprised you by taking you to a reptile exhibit.

He laughed, touching your arm, “I assure you, you will LOVE this surprise. Now go get ready, this place, um, closes early.”

“Uhh okay, well I am dressed already so let me get my purse and we can get going."

Scott grinned like a maniac the whole way there and it made you even more curious as to where he could possibly be taking you this time.

“This is taking foreverrrr,” you groaned, turning towards Scott, “how much longer till we’re there? I’m gonna lose my mind on this drive.”

“Slow your roll fireball, we’re almost there,” he laughed. You couldn’t help but blush at that nickname. He always had new nicknames for you that would come out of nowhere.

“Well. This is it! Well almost, you have to hide in the back,” he turned to you with a straight face.

“We’re not doing something illegal are we? Please tell me no,” you felt your face go slightly pale, hoping Scott wasn’t pulling you into one of his crazy schemes.

“No, no, it’ll be fine. Just make sure you hide under the blankets,” he shrugged.

With a groan, you crawled to the backseat and laid on the floor underneath his blankets.

You heard a few beeps as Scott pulled forward, then you heard, “Hey it’s Ant-Man! How are you doing sir?”

“Great, Charles, it’s good to see you again!”

“You do know there’s no one here right?”

“Yeah, I figured I could get some more work done with everyone gone.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Where could we possibly be? If he’s such great friends with this guy then why do I have to hide back here?

“Okay, you’re all clear!”

“Thanks Charles! I’ll see you in a few hours!”

“Where the hell are we Scott?” you whisper yelled as you poked your head out from under the blanket.

“Shhh, they might still be listening. And stay down, I’ll let you know when you can get up,” he swatted at you when he noticed your head popping out.

You just rolled your eyes and hid back under the blanket.

A few minutes later you felt the car roll to a stop and heard the car door open.

“Okay, you can come out now,” he said as he pulled the blanket off of you. You looked around at the dark parking garage before taking Scott’s hand to get up and out of the car.

His hand carefully moved from your grasp to rest on your upper back and you felt the blush grow across your cheeks.

“Now can you tell me where we are?” you questioned.

“We, y/n, are in the Avengers Compound,” he gestured with a proud smirk on his face.

“We’re WHAT?! ARE YOU INSANE?! TONY STARK IS GONNA KILL YOU!” you pushed at his shoulders, “if I get arrested, you’re bailing me out.”

“You’re not gonna get arrested,” he rubbed my back. “I’m an Avenger, honey, which means that this,” he gestured, “is MY domain.”

All you could do was blink at him, knowing that even though he was an Avenger, he still shouldn’t be bringing random girls here.

“Alright, well, let’s do what you want to do before anyone gets here,” you patted his arm and started to walk away, but you were suddenly pulled the opposite direction.

“Wrong way,” he laughed.

~~~

An hour later you were deep into the compound, checking out all of the rooms and fascinated by what was in them. Scott even got us into Tony’s room with his suits.

You had to admit, even though you saw Scott in his suit all the time, it was mind-blowing to see the Iron Man suits that were known all around the world.

“Now this, this is what I’ve been waiting to show you,” he said before opening the next door, “the laboratory. There’s all kinds of cool things in here, hey! Even my old suit is here, would you look at that.”

He had a look of pride on his face as he looked around with his hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but smile at the dorky man that was slowly stealing your heart.

You sat up on one of the tables, swinging your legs as Scott inspected whatever was laying on another table.

“You know, out of all of the places you could’ve taken me, I think this is the last place I thought we’d end up,” you laughed.

“Well, I’m glad I can always sur-” he stopped suddenly, looking up, “did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” you said, still smiling while you walked over to where he was standing. You let your hands wander up his back to his shoulders.

“Um, uh, I thought I heard someone out there,” he replied, easing into your hands.

That time you heard the sound, it had to be footsteps.

“Quick, go to the closet,” Scott whispered and followed you over to a closet.

It was much smaller than you had expected and you were practically smashed together. After all of these months this was still the closest you’d ever been to him.

“This is...cozy,” you remarked, looking up at him.

He was looking more serious than he had all day, I watched his throat bob from swallowing hard.

“You, uh, smell really nice,” he whispered.

A smirk grew across your face, “Thanks.”

Suddenly, you felt Scott’s hands move to your hips, so you placed yours around his neck.

Slowly, you stood on your tiptoes moving closer to his lips. When they finally touched, you felt all of the pent up tension from the past few months come to a head and he gently pressed you against the door.

His hands moved around up your back, into your hair, and finally landed on your ass, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. Your hands stayed firmly planted in his hair, playing with the ends.

Before his lips could travel any further down your neck, you were interrupted by the door opening and you both falling to the ground, Scott on top of you.

You gulped, realizing how the door opened. Standing over you was none other than Tony Stark.

“What the hell? How did that door open?” Scott said, starting to push himself off of you.

“Ehem,” Tony coughed, “Take your time. Really. I have all day.”

Suddenly he shot up to his feet quickly. “Tony! Hi, I can explain.”

“No need to explain. You brought your girlfriend, who is surprisingly, very beautiful,” he shot you a flirty grin, “to come see our incredible, secretive facility. Even though you were instructed NOT to bring anyone in here.”

“Sh-she’s not my girlfriend,” he said with a question in his voice.

“Really? Is that why your face was just buried in her,” he motioned to his chest.

You coughed, “You know I am standing here, right?”

“Yes, of course. Now what would you like to say?” he turned to you with a straight face.

“I-um it’s not my fault, he didn’t tell me we were coming here,” you said, suddenly feeling shy with Tony Stark’s eyes on you.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus!” Scott’s jaw dropped.

“Well, I guess this place is just as much yours as it is ours. Anyways, I can’t handle the...sexual tension in the room anymore. Figure it out. Have at it you two,” with a wave of his hand he was gone, leaving you and Scott alone.

“So...That just happened,” you said, stepping closer to Scott.

“Yeah...I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. And I’m sorry about Tony, you know,” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you said, not knowing what to do, “You said I wasn’t your girlfriend...”

He gave you a confused look, “Because you aren’t?”

“Well, what if I wanted to change that,” you whispered.

“Then let’s change it,” he whispered back, letting your lips meet once again.

“Alright, Scott Lang, let’s get out of here before another Avenger catches us,” you leaned back, placing your forehead against his.

“You’re right! Let’s get out of here, we’ve got lots to do,” he winked, picking you up bridal style and practically running out of the facility.

All you could do was laugh, feeling lucky that this dork was finally yours.

[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

Part 7

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"Hey giiiirl," Lexi said when Angel answered the Facetime call. "It's been foreverrrr, how are you?" 

Lexi Christo was a micro-influencer from Richmond, Virginia. She was tan, blonde, and had the whitest teeth Angel had ever seen on a person. He'd become influencer buddies with her during a pole dancing expo he'd traveled to a year ago. She wasn't a dancer herself, but had been there to support another micro-influencer who danced as a hobby. Angel had met her in the hotel bar as she went around taking selfies with as many guys as she could, and they struck up a conversation, working out a deal to both post the selfie to their Instagram accounts and tag each other. 

She was alright, as far as he was concerned. She had two cute pomeranians and hustled fitness shakes in what he could only assume was a pyramid scheme. She was image obsessed, but who on Instagram wasn't? The only problem he had with her was that she came off as a super Jesus-freak online, but in person she was one of the hardest partiers he'd ever met. 

A call from her generally meant she was planning something big and fun and wanted as many influencers to show up as she could get. 

"Oh, y'know, wasting all of my talent on podunk Charleston, the usual," he replied. 

"Are you laying in bed? I'm not interrupting a dick appointment, am I?"

"God, I wish I was getting dick right now. No, I'm just resting my leg, I pulled it funny on the pole last night." 

"Oh, bummer. Is it serious?" 

"No, it happens sometimes. Just need to ice it and stay off of it for a day." 

"That's good… speaking of dancing, I've got a proposition for you." 

"Oh no, what are you planning?" 

"So my sister is getting married in a few months, and I'm putting together a bachelorette party for her. It's gonna be so lit, I've got so many local influencers coming. We're gonna stream it on Instagram Live and everything. And I want you to be our stripper." 

"Lexi, you know I'm gay, right? I don't do hen shows." 

"No no no, that's why you'd be perfect! That way none of the guests will end up trying to fuck you." 

"Well, jeez, take all the fun out of working…" Angel joked. He'd never fucked someone from a club. He'd thought about it sometimes - the money would be nice, of course - but it always came back to his online reputation. Had to keep it clean to attract those brand deals. 

"C'mon, pleeeeaaaase! I'll pay you and everything." 

"Bitch, you'd better pay your dancers!"

"Of course I would! But you'll get paid plus you'll get exposure from a ton of influencers. C'mon, it'll be so much fun."

"For you. I'll be working." 

"Work can be fun. C'mon, pleeeeeaaaase!"

"Okay, okay! I'll do it, jeez. Stop grovelling." 

"Omigod, thank you!" 

"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it." 

"Excellent. I'm so excited. So anyways, what's happening with you?"

"Oh, not much. Just thinking about boys, y'know how it is." 

"Speaking of boys, you should totally DM Clayton Howard. He's actually out in West Virginia right now." 

"Whaaat? What's he doing out of L.A.?" 

"He's doing some sort of cryptid hunting show with his crew. They were hunting Mothman, and then something called Flatland, or something like that? They almost got shot by hillbillies in the episode that went up today." 

"No way. How did that even happen?" 

"They were in the woods looking for the Goatman and I guess they got too close to some hillbilly shack or something because someone fired a shotgun at them."

"Wait, what's the Goatman?" 

"You know, from the creepypasta?" 

"Girl, you know I hate horror." 

"Well, there's this story about a Goatman who lives in the woods and smells like blood and it can shapeshift or whatever and sneaks into groups of teenagers."

"Ugh, creepy." 

"I know! But anyways, Clayton's in your state, you should totally DM him and try to hook up. Or at least shoot a collab." 

"I dunno, Clayton's got like 100k followers, I doubt he'd talk to someone with less than 10k…"

Angel didn't get to finish that thought when his phone started to buzz. The notification that popped up at the top of the screen showed an incoming call - not Facetime, just a regular phone call. And the caller ID was someone from his contacts: Demie. 

He sat up, suddenly flooded with energy. It had been two whole days since Demie had called him, and he'd figured that Demie just didn't want anything to do with him anymore. 

"Lexi, I gotta go, I'm getting a really important call," he said, words tumbling rapidly out of his mouth. 

"Ooooh, is it for a dick appointment?" 

"If I play my cards right, it is," he said with a grin. "Talk to you later, byeeeee!" 

He hung up the Facetime call before she could reply, smashing the answer button on the incoming call. 

"Hello?" He said. He instantly cringed. That 'hello' had sounded too excited. He was afraid of coming off too strong and scaring Demie away. 

"Uh… Angel?" Demie asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, this is Angel. What's up, man?" 

"Hey, uh, so Elaine said you called. Sorry I didn't call back, I was dealing with some shit." 

"Hey man, that's fine. Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine, there were just these punkass kids trespassing on my property and scaring my goats so I was putting up signs all day--"

"Wait, you have goats?" Angel interrupted. 

"Uh… yeah?" 

"What, do you live on a farm or something?"

"Huh? No. I grew up on a farm, but I moved away and shit. I just have some goats." 

"You really like goats, huh? I mean, you dress up like a goat, you have goats…" 

"Uh… I guess." 

"Have you ever heard of the Goatman?" 

There was some silence on the other end of the line. Angel was afraid the connection had dropped, so he asked: "Demie? You there?" 

"Yeah, I'm here. What about the Goatman?" 

"Oh, apparently there's this Youtuber who's in town and is doing a show about cryptids. I dunno, I thought that since you like goats, maybe you knew about the Goatman and had checked it out--" 

"Cryptids are fucking bullshit, you know that, right?" Demie said. His typically monotone voice had just an edge of anger to it. 

"Oh, yeah, I know--" 

"Like they're just stupid stories made up by drunk rednecks who don't know what a fucking owl looks like, and all the people who go hunting them are just running around trespassing on private property." 

There was silence for a little while. 

"Hey," Angel said gently, "are we cool? Did I say something wrong?"

He could hear Demie take a deep breath, and then let it out. "Yeah, no, it's fine." 

"'Cause I didn't mean to upset you. You know that, right?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Was that all you wanted to talk about or did you call about something else?" 

"Oh, no, I didn't actually call about that, I was just talking to someone about it. I was calling to check in, y'know? Wondering how the song writing was going and all that." 

"Um, it's going fine, I guess."

"I was reading the Wiki page for Orpheus, it said that he had the power to, like, make anything that heard his music do whatever he wanted. I can see why you'd like him as a musician, I bet that would be a cool superpower to have." 

"Um, yeah, look, about that--" 

Angel's phone vibrated with a notification for a text. He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. It was a text from Lexi, stating: 'I DMed Clayton ur number. Ur welcome. 🍆💦'

A second later, a number he didn't recognize with a California area code lit up his phone with an incoming call. 

"Oh, shit," he mumbled. He wanted to keep talking to Demie, especially since he could tell he'd offended him somehow and wanted to clear the air. But at the same time, Clayton Howard had been his internet mancrush for ages. 

"Hey, Demie, sorry, I'm gonna have to go, I have to take this call. Can I call you back later?" 

"Um, yeah, I guess--" 

"Okay, byeeee!" 

He fumbled with the phone, ending the call with Demie and hitting the answer button for the unknown number. 

"Hello?" He asked. 

"Hey, is this Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Hey dude, this is Clayton Howard…"

[surveysonfleek]

1168.

Do you know a James? yup.

Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to? i live there.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? not officially. 

If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? happy with mine tbh. i find all accents interesting though.

New York or California? california. i loved new york but i could imagine living in cali more.

Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? no.

Who was your last text from? my boyfriend.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? yes.

If you had to choose one instrument to perfect, what instrument would you choose? piano. i’d love to learn guitar too but it means short nails foreverrrr.

Have you ever owned an Axolotl? no, they freaked me out as a kid.

What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? 12-13 hours i believe.

How often do you use Snapchat? i check it everyday but i don’t post on it everyday.

What does your last text say? 'yes’.

Have you ever played Habbo? yes.

What about Runescape? nope.

Have you ever heard of the band Mumford & Sons? If yes, do you like their music? yes. i think i’ve only heard one song by them.

Have you ever kissed anyone starting with the letter A, C, N, T or K? no.

Have you ever used Valium before? yes.

What time is it where you’re from? 1:58am.

Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? no.

Where do you usually find Surveys from? through the survey tag.

Australia or New Zealand? australia, duh. but i’d love to see nz!

Have you ever missed a flight? yes. reception at our hotel told us we only needed to get to the airport an hour before our flight even though we woke up super early. by the time we got to the airport our gate was closed. so angry. never again!

What is your best friend’s middle name? he has two lol.

How do you feel about the passing of Aretha Franklin? whoa, recent survey! i feel pretty sad, we definitely lost one of the greats. there’s no one like her out there right now.

Did you enjoy any of her music? yes.

What is your favourite film from your childhood? aladdin.

Kanye West or Drake? haha... i listen to drake more.

Do you know anyone who is named after a state? nope.

What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? i had these weird rashes on my face.

Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? yes.

Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? nothing i couldn’t handle. the worst was when i drank too much and smoked weed. i didn’t exactly trip but i vomited my guts out, had the biggest headache and had to coach myself to go to sleep.

How often do you use Instagram? everyday.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? yes.

If so, do you still smoke? yes.

What are you up to tomorrow? hanging out with my dad and hopefully try and fix my car. then i have a hens night.

What type of questions do you like being asked during a survey? nothing too simple nor too deep.

Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? adam sandler.

What is your favourite Ben Stiller movie? meet the parents is still a fave.

What is your favourite Spotify playlist if you have one? i use apple music.

Firefox or Chrome? chrome.

Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? sure.

If so, what is your favourite? none that i truly stand by. i just like reading them.

Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? no.

If you had a baby boy, what would you name him? no idea yet, i only have a girl’s name planned out.

What is your favourite Netflix original series? oitnb, stranger things, unbreakable. there’s honestly a ton more that i can’t remember right now.

Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? yes.

Do you have a favourite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? not really. i like most of them. especially the nice formatted ones haha.

Would you rather be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early? 20 minutes early.

If you could be a member of any TV-Sitcom family, which would it be? fresh prince.

Tell me about the 6th person in your contact list: totally not checking.

Are you waiting for a text back right now? no.

Would you rather be able to control fire or water? fire.

[daegunotes]

hold me by the heart || {2.5}

What: BTS Fic Genre: Angst Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader + Jung Hoseok Words: 2k+

I’m a hoe for feedback so if there was something you liked about this series or something you hated, something you’d like to discuss, send me a message!!! You will have my heart foreverrrr

You’ve been seperated from Yoongi for 3 months, but fate keeps throwing the two of you in each other’s paths. Even when you’re not aware.

Chapter 1 - x Chapter 2 - x

Suggested Listening: Happier - Ed Sheeran

Yoongi sighed as he made to get up, when Slow Rabbit was dedicated to something, he was immovable. Whether it was in music or in personal life. If he had said 15 mins, he would be here in 13, it would be best to hurry.

Yoongi opened his closet to grab at the nearest clean piece of clothing. It was grey shirt, a dark palette much like 90% of his wardrobe. Much like 100% of his life. Bright colours repelled him, he physically ran in the other direction if accosted with fluorescents or any shade of VIBGYOR.

Slipping his head through the neck, his eyes caught sight of a tiny speck of royal blue peeking out of a forgotten corner of his closet. After lowering the shirt rest of the way, he pulled at the offensive piece of clothing. It was a tie, a very nice one at that.

It’s as if he’d been conditioned like Pavlov’s dog because the sight of the tie brought back a set of memories that he was sure he had buried deep under layers of regret and hate.

“Yoongiiii-babe- please just one tie, it’s not even that colourful, look it’s a blue, a royal blueee oooohhhh.”

“Don’t think you can get your way just because you’re using that voice - stop with the big puppy eyes, I’m not budging.”

“Pleaseeeee- for me, I already bought it look at how pretty it is, look how it shines in the light! It’s real silk!”

“First, why did you buy such an expensive tie? Second, where would I possibly wear this? Do you see a pair of sweatpants that the tie would go with?”

“Fine ugh you ruined it. I’ve set up a meeting between you and a few venture capitalists that are very interested in DaeguBeats, they are Big Money so I thought maybe you could crank up that devilish charm in some good clothes. Now hurry, we also have an appointment at the tailors…”

“You really like rubbing this ‘I have my shit together’ thing in my face don’t you?” “Forever and always….”

The memories faded like the sound of your laughter as you left the room.

Yoongi crumpled the tie in his hand and was ready to throw it away in the depths of his trashcan, but somehow his hand seemed to disobey its owner and refused to move. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, deciding to chuck the tie into a deeper part of his closet, fervently praying that that was the last he saw of it.

He was at the door of his loft when Slow Rabbit texted to tell him that he was waiting for him downstairs.

Yoongi climbed down the 2 flights of stairs to the main lobby. He walked towards the exit and realised it was pouring. “Great.” Yoongi cursed under his breath and opened the door to quickly climb into the SUV parked in front of the gates.

As the door opened, the first thing he spotted was her, full face of makeup and dressed to the nines. She looked amazing he couldn’t deny, but the anger that bubbled in his heart because of her just increased. “I’m glad you decided to join us Grumpy. Sun-mi was so upset when you said you wouldn’t come. Look at how her mood changed now.” Slow Rabbit said in a cheerful voice from the driver’s seat while PDogg sat beside him and chuckled knowingly.

“Can we just go get drunk?” Yoongi said in a low growl, silently swatting away the hand Sun-mi was trying to creep up his thigh. Clearly his abstinence pledge was going to have to be martyred today.

“That’s my boy!!” Slow rabbit said as he put the car into gear and sped off in the rain, towards their favourite watering hole.

“Aaahh the old faithful! Oh how I love thee, please never change!” Slow Rabbit said as he inhaled his beer, letting out a loud and unapologetic burp right after

“If you gave a woman, half the love you have in your heart for this goddamn pub, you’d be a married man by now.”  PDogg said with humorous distaste on his face.

“Find me a woman that can provide me with cheap ass beer and excellent but questionable snacks, then we’ll talk.” Slow Rabbit replied without missing a beat.

The entire table erupted in laughter and even the sullen Yoongi managed to crack a smile. Being out in a loud group wasn’t his thing but he owed a lot to the people at the table and they were one of the very few people in this world, for whom he would make an effort.

“I’ll get the next round” Yoongi declared, he had to get away from the raucous crowd. “About time CEO! Stop being a cheap asshole.” PDogg slurred and then laughed heartily at his own quip.

“I’ll come with you, you can’t carry all of it alone.” Sun-mi said to Yoongi, her tone dripping with insinuations. “No thanks, it’s your night. You sit here and enjoy. I’ll be right back.” he replied curtly.

Yoongi made his way through the crowd and towards the bar. He could navigate this path with his eyes closed, maybe he needed to spend some time outside the pub.

He waited as Hyun-jae, his friend and the owner-bartender of the pub went around the back to grab their usual order. His head did a sweep around the pub half concentrated, half distracted. It was the usual crowd of regulars. He caught a familiar swish of hair whip past the main doors and his head whipped in that direction.

It couldn’t be. Yoongi could’ve sworn that he saw your caramel-brown head of hair rush inside from the rain into the pub. He blinked a few times and you were nowhere to be seen. Must have been a trick of the light. It wasn’t the first time he’d imagined you in places where there was no trace of you. Places like his bed and his arms.

He turned back to the bar as he heard Hyun-jae’s voice. “Here you go Hotshot. This one’s on the house. I heard the good news. I’m proud of you boy.” the bartender exclaimed proudly giving Yoongi a few congratulatory thumps on his back.

“Thanks hyung, I really appreciate it.” he replied politely as he picked up the drinks and returned to his table.

“The prodigal son returns! And he’s armed with drinks!” Slow Rabbit all but yelled as he saw Yoongi approach the table with a tray of shots.

“Yeah drink up guys. This is the last night of partying. It’s back to the grind tomorrow.” Yoongi said in a mock stern voice as he sat back down in the booth.

“Yes boss! You heard him boys, drink up!” Slow Rabbit yelled again clearly not willing not lower his volume.

Yoongi smiled a hollow smile and lowered his head towards the half empty bottle of beer in front of him. He took a swig from it when a painfully familiar sound hit his ears. It was the sound that plagued his dreams, the one that he couldn’t get stop thinking about during quiet nights alone.

The sound of your laughter.

He immediately looked up to search for the source when his eyes fell on you. There you were, a vision in gold and white, you were wearing one of his favourite dresses of yours, “The Goddess” dress he had oft called it.

You were sitting a mixed crowd of people Yoongi didn’t recognise, throwing your head back in laughter like you often did in the good times. Before he realised, Yoongi was smiling too, your laughter always had that effect on him. It was unconscious but his actions began mirroring yours until his eyes fell on the reason of your laughter.

The same man who was in your apartment that night was making you laugh with his antics. The smile on Yoongi’s face quickly faded and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. He couldn’t believe that someone else was making you laugh like that. Was it childish of him to expect you to as sullen and broken as him? Absolutely. That didn’t change the fact that seeing you laugh so unabashedly with another man, felt like a several punches to his gut.

He looked away slowly, in case you turned your gaze and caught him staring at you. He needed more drinks, yup that was the answer. Getting up slowly he dragged his ass back up to the bar and motioned to Hyun-jae and asked for 4 shots of his cheapest vodka.

Hungry for the oblivion that lay within the depths of the shot glasses, Yoongi downed the 4 shots feral, hissing every time the harsh liquid burned his throat. This was good, he need to feel this sensation. He needed to forget.

Considerably more inebriated, Yoongi stumbled on back to his booth, ignoring the questions his friends threw at him. His eyes ran over the room again till they came upon the subject of their search. You were smiling softly now, talking to some girl who sat beside you. “Good, the bastard’s gone.” Yoongi’s thoughts said. The delight was short lived however as the aforementioned bastard returned right away with some drinks in his hand.

Yoongi snorted as he saw the man passing out drinks, he knew you only drank premium beer and there wasn’t anything remotely close to that on the man’s tray. The man handed you a glass of what Yoongi assumed was coke. You took the glass from him with a grateful look on your face and the most beautiful of smiles. Something was wrong and it nagged at Yoongi, you loved your drink and could drink most adult men under the table. What had changed?

As several scenarios ran through his head, Yoongi didn’t realise that he was blatantly staring at the group that included you.

Hoseok turned his head to catch Yoongi staring at them and realization dawned in his eyes. He turned back to you and made sure that Yoongi caught the arm he slipped around you. As you instinctively leaned into him, Hoseok started slowly rubbing his hand up and down the length of your arm.

This tender scene was too much for Yoongi to watch without emptying the contents of his stomach, so he turned away. His eyes began to sting and he knew it was going to be one of those nights.

Yoongi quickly took his leave of the group who weren’t happy with his sudden desire to leave. “Sorry guys, not feeling to hot. Going to call it a night. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.” he said while gathering his hoodie off the chair.

Walking hurriedly towards the exit, he couldn’t help but steal another glance in your direction. You were laughing again and the laughter pricked at the young man’s heart.

He made his way out of the pub and into the rain, “Fuck I forgot.” he cursed at himself for being so hasty, he had no protection against the rain save for his light hoodie.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi oppa, I have an umbrella, we can share it.” a sickly sweet voice called out behind me and Yoongi felt his toes curl. The urge to break out into an Olympics worthy run had never been stronger.

“Listen Sun-mi, I’m going to say this for the last time. What happened was a mistake. IT. WILL. NEVER. HAPPEN. AGAIN. This” he said as he waved a hand between the two of them, “is not something that will happen. You’re really talented and I respect you a lot, as an artist. But that is it. Never has been more, never will be. Stop wasting your time on me.” Yoongi said with finality hoping that the young ingenue got the the message.

“I knew you’d be like this when I first started liking you, I’ll wait. You’ll come around to me don’t worry.” Sun-mi replied cheerfully and turned back to head inside the pub again.

“Fuck I need to get out of this town.” he said towards her retreating figure.

As he half-jogged half-ran towards the nearest bus stop, words kept forming in his mind. With the wind and rain beating down on him, his brain was working in overdrive. The words kept coming to him, as if pleading to be let out into the world.

He finally reached the bus stop which provided much needed shelter from the rain. Quickly taking out his phone, he wrote down the words that were threatening to consume him whole.

“오직 너 하나만 보여 나 오직 너 밖엔 안보여 봐 공정하지 공평하지 너한테 빼곤 다 이젠 단 하루도 너 없이는”

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alright, it’s late so let’s go. today was pretty good. woke up at 6 am and started getting ready for work and all that good stuff, train was still super crowded of course but I managed. made it to the courthouse with plenty of time to go over my cases and get everything ready. as luck would have it, the two cases I had up with two completely unrelated clients both currently had the client in the hospital, so that was a fun thing to explain to the judge lol, I had to be like “I swear I’m not making this up” so that was interesting to say the least, but we survived and got what we needed. the rest of the day was a blur of taking care of stuff and then being asked if I wanted to take an EOP up, so I spent a while talking to that client about stuff while the clerk’s office took foreverrrr processing the paperwork. Whenever I have a case going up like that I like to at least be able to talk to the client beforehand and try to make them laugh a little, just so they feel a bit more comfortable with their surroundings and the people fighting for them. long story short, the issue with the case was that there hadn’t been a recent incident and some judges just won’t grant an EOP without one based on their reading of the statute and we ended up with one of those judges who again didn’t let me say anything so there wasn’t much I could do. ah well. when we finished up with that I did some random stuff and prepped for tomorrow. Headed home at 5, my soccer game this week wasn’t until 7:30 rather than 6:30, so I had enough time to actually go home and get changed and go from there. I still ended up having to uber at least part of the way to the field just because the bus schedules at night suuuuuuuuck and any route I can take to get there involves two buses and of course they never line up for me. but I got there with a good amount of time before the game to talk to everyone and warm up a bit. we were playing the team we’d played once before that were currently undefeated and we had previously lost to them 5-0, so I was expecting it to be a bit of a rough game. but we actually played together really, really well and held them at 1-0 for a while before getting to 1-1, then in the last few minutes they managed to get a goal in for a final score of 2-1. I was kinda sad because I really wanted to at least tie them, but I knew coming as close as we did has to have gotten under their skin and got them nervous, so that makes me happy lol, even if we didn’t win, the knowledge that the other team was pissed about the score is enough for me to feel satisfied lol. I was actually fairly happy with how I performed in the game, there were a few ones I missed including one right in the goal box that was SO bad, and I was kinda mad about them but for the most part I got a lot of really good plays going on, trying a few things I wasn’t entirely sure I could do correctly but managing to pull it off, so that was very satisfying for me. after the game our goalie (since I play defense, so he sees what happens from behind me) was saying I always have really good first touches on the ball, and that was definitely on show tonight and I managed to get some really good ones in, it’s just when I overthink things and get nervous that I screw up. so that’s a good thing to keep in mind. but yeah, I was pleased with how I did, and it all just reminded me of how much I love soccer. like, god, I love it so much. everything just feels so right when I’m playing, I feel like I was born to play soccer (which is definitely not true in reality because if it was hopefully I would be a lot better at it) and everything is perfect as long as I’m on the field. Idk how a game about kicking a ball around has such a profound effect on me, but I’m so happy I got into playing and in this league for the fall season particularly, everything is just so perfect and I’ve been enjoying it so much. once the game was over I had to wait a bit for a bus but it came, then while waiting for the second one it did that thing again where the bus that was supposedly 4 minutes away just suddenly disappeared off the map and the next one was 21 minutes away, and yeah fuck that, so I ended up ubering the rest of the way home. Once I got home I took off all my soccer stuff and then watched tonight’s episode of 9-1-1 that I’d recorded. once that was done I watched the news for a bit while randomly conversing with my roommate about various and random topics. After a while I decided to shower and start getting ready for bed, and now I’m here and my eyes dearly want to be closed at the moment, so I’m gonna take that as a sign that this is a good place to stop and focus on going to sleep now, so that’s what I’m going to do. Goodnight dears. Hope your Monday didn’t suck.