#i feel like I’m making two points here and smushing them together messily but hear me out okay

[zeb-z]

Echo following change if it means he can make more of a difference, help more people. A reflection of Fives, who had no question about challenging authority, of Rex who will do what needs to be done to get the job done, of Cody who thinks before he leaps, of Ahsoka who puts kindness and mercy above all else, of Hevy who didn’t fear sacrifice for the greater good, of Anakin who can’t just sit still when he can actively do something about it. His decision to leave is not a choice he makes lightly, it’s something he has been stressing over since season one, weighing keeping Omega safe, running from the Empire, and the knowledge that with Rex they could be doing so much more against the rising injustice. But ultimately it was still his choice.

His place isn’t running bounties and avoiding the Empire. Echo, like Rex, like Fives, will be on the front lines so long as he’s needed there, because that’s where he can make the most difference. It’s like Rex told him - “if that’s where you feel your place is, then that’s where you belong.” He belongs to direct action and making a difference just as much as he belongs with his brothers and sister.

The fact that he has a family, a future beyond fighting, is very important. He’ll always be part of the Bad Batch, and he’ll return to them again (I have to believe that), but it’s not his place anymore, not right now. And the fact that it’s his choice, one he did not make without consideration, is important as well.

(and maybe there’s something to be said for Cody’s speech about the choices you make and living with them, because even the right one for you isn’t the right one for someone else. fighting has a cost, a fractured group and a lonely kid - but it’s still his choice, and that’s important. here’s to hoping it’s not a permanent consequence)

[kyulkyungs]

enemies-to-lovers!renjun

Request: can i please request an enemies-to-lovers story of nct’s renjun? he doesn’t have much aus :(( thank you!!! 💕💗💞💘💓💓(YES I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS!!!!! YOU ARE THE ONE I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR ILYYYYY, but seriously he gets no love and i’m prepared to give him the entire universe)

others: lucas | yuta | jisung | hendery

this guy is your neighbor, you’ve known him for a couple years but have not actually known him???? you feel me???

like, the two of you are familiar faces to each other and you know his name and his family

but you’ve never really interacted beyond that

one thing is is that you don’t want to

because he always has his friends over and they’re so loud and you’re trying to s t u d y and w o r k and w a t c h y o u t u b e

or he’ll be helping his mom garden and stuff but like he’s so messy?

he throws the dirt into your yard somehow and you have to go and scoop it back to where it belongs

you’re sure at this point he’s messing with you because when you shut your blinds or messily throw the dirt back over

his friends either get louder and louder or you’ll even find some pebbles and plant bits on the path or smushed against something

but the biggest thing of all?

there’s a park nearby the neighborhood that you like to go to and a swing set that you love and it’s your favorite thing

however, there’s only one swing...

and he always takes it

the thing is you think he’s purposely and knowingly taking your favorite spot ever

sometimes you think he’s laughing when you see that he’s taken the swing

and it’s not just because that thing is super fun and it’s always in the shade and just the right height no matter how tall you are

unless you’re like an 87 foot man aka johnny

but you love that thing to bits and not only has this kid taken up your time cleaning up your own house after him, having to relocate multiple times in your house to avoid being in a room that’s closer to his, and having to turn your heel and walk like two blocks once you realize the swing has been taken over

not only that but sometimes he even brings his friends there and there’s no way you can get through like 200 guys all sitting in the shade and hogging the tree swing and area near it

the nerve of him he didn’t even realize that he was there for like four hours because when you came back he was still. there.

the one time you had asked him if he could free up the swing he looked at you like you asked him to launch himself into space and never come back

which is kind of what you wanted him to do when he just looked away and said sorry no can do go somewhere else

so you did and walked home and sulked on your bed because dang you just want to swing man it’s not that hard but like....... you love that thing

it’s so closely attached to your childhood and the shade feels nice and the wind in your hair where you get higher up from the ground......... nothing can beat that

except for this guy u G H

one day he had his friends over again

and normally you’d just wait it out until that storm blows over

but not this time when apparently all of his friends were over for a slumber party and probably celebrating something

and with that celebration they were oh so loud from like 5pm to whatever it was in the forbidden hours of the morning where no sounds should be disturbing your precious sleep

but there you were holding a pillow over your head and using your blankets as the ultimate cocoon around you to try to block out whatever sound possible

but it seemed that everything you did was useless and they got even louder somehow when you covered yourself

you have half a mind to call the cops and stuff but you’re just like nope nope i’ll just go swing my worries away

you know for sure that it’s a safe neighborhood after living there for a long time and plus it’s super late who would be around?

so you go in your pajamas and bring a coat with you just in case and the second you step out of the house you can hear the boys at a greater volume than before

they all sound so joyful and are laughing a lot and you’d be fine with it any other time............ but they’ve messed so badly with your sleep and you’re up to here with it all

you’re about to turn and head for the park until you hear the loud noises of the house get louder and someone inside go

‘hey, let’s go to the park! we can run around more there so my parents don’t get mad’

and you’re like noooo oh no these guys are NOT gonna go there

so you march up to his door and when it swings open you see your neighbor with a bunch of his friends behind him

and renjun looks at you and freezes because oh my he was not expecting you right there at his door his neighbor that he doesn’t even know the name of

but also????

you look kind of................ cute.........

with your messy hair and grouchy face and kinda pouty lip and oh gosh those pajamas are...........

and you realize what he’s looking at and you’re like

aSDGKNFG LEAVE MY FLUFFY DUCK PAJAMAS ALONE THEY’RE COMFY OKAY

but renjun snaps back into the world and is awkwardly like

ohhh sorry.... are we being too loud?? we’re going to the park-

and you cut him off like no bucko, i’m going to the park

and he’s kind of confused like uh???? what???

‘‘i’m going to the park’

and he’s confused like

‘we can go together????’

and you start making a bunch of frustrated noises trying to bring coherent thoughts together at like 3am and he doesn’t get it until you start swinging your arms around like

oh............

so he cheekily smiles and turns to his friends and is like yknow what how about you stay in, i’ll try to see what’s wrong with my neighbor

and some of them give him a l o o k and others are just fiiine i guess we’ll play another round of mario party 8

and when he shuts the door behind him you hear the chatter of his friends fade away deeper into the house 

then your neighbor turns towards you and is like

‘i’ll race you to the swings’

which prompts you to go nonononono i am not giving those up

so you give in to his game and you start sprinting and you can hear his footsteps behind you

little do you know that renjun probably has  the full ability to outrun you but he’s purposely pulling back and letting you win this race

when you two near the swingset you make a dive for it and land right on top of it while renjun puts on his biggest ‘awww i lost’ face

but the smile makes it so that you know he really wasn’t that upset about it

‘here since i lost, i’ll push you’ he says and before you can object he’s already behind you and starts gently pushing you while you’re still trying to catch your breath

once you’re stopped heaving he asks ‘why do you like this thing so much anyways? you’re always on it and get kinda upset when you’re not’

you huff and not answer him 

he doesn’t mind and just keeps pushing you 

‘you give me a lot of trouble, you know that?’ he says after a little while and you swing your legs so that the momentum knocks you into him slightly

but he catches you and pushes again, taking a step back so he doesn’t get knocked completely over

‘trouble? me? you’re the one giving me trouble most of the time’ and you can practically feel the confusion radiating off your neighbor in waves

‘what do you mean?’

you bite your tongue and try not to rant to this guy, because hey at least he seems like a decent person and he’s not being a total jerk to you right now

plus he let you have the swing

begrudgingly you end up spilling some of those pent up feelings you’ve had about his shenanigans and you’re like

‘well first off this swing is wonderful. i’ve grown up with it and it’s never failed to always support me and help me with my problems’

‘ah like a comfort food?’ you nod and then continue

‘second... you’re so messy helping your mom garden i have to clean up so much after you in my own yard’

renjun apologizes but you miss the cheeky grin that comes along with it

i admit that i am a messy gardener, although i’m the one that brought my mom some ripe strawberries’

you gave him a light, joking scoff and clapped your hands twice as a way of saying ‘good job, you did something!’

he pushes you a little harder as a joke, startling you yet it came back to bite him as you fell back into him square in the chest, making him emit an ‘oof’ sound

‘your friends are loud too’ you say after he starts pushing you again

‘yeah, sorry. that’s mainly my fault for inviting them over so much... thanks for not calling the cops on us a bunch of times though’

and make a sarcastic mhm sound and he snickers, gripping the back of your shirt and dragging you backwards

you yelp at the sudden tugging and how far he’s able to get you above the ground and the sudden hard push he delivers

‘you know swinging isn’t supposed to make me feel stressed out!’ you yell out, feeling him continue to push you higher and higher you try to drag your feet into the ground to stop him but he tries regardless

‘well, this is how you’re making me feel!’

‘stRESSED? bUddY If anYthiNg-’

‘no! like i’m soaring!’ you let his words sink in for a second and then when you ask him what he means he continues his yelling out

‘i actually think you’re really cute! sometimes i’d throw dirt over on purpose to get you to come out but you always do when i go inside! other than that i’m legitimately messy.......’

you snort at his quieter statement

‘and i always have my friends over in hopes that you’d come over to tell us to quiet down and i could smoothly invite you to hang out with us, like in the shows!’

you can feel the cold wind much better on your cheeks than before, the speed of the swing stayed the same

your cheeks were just beginning to grow red

‘or my friends could dare me to go over to your house and talk with you but they never once mentioned you!’ you turned your head and saw him pouting and throwing his arms around

he honestly looked super adorable doing that

when he saw you looking at him he stopped the swing and held you in place, speaking into your ear softly now

‘and i kept stealing the swing because i knew you were always there and i hoped you’d come over to talk to me’

you felt red by how close he was to you, with his hands nearly touching yours on the swing

‘yeah i hoped you swung so hard you flew into space to be honest’ you managed to get out, but you squeaked and he chuckled once seeing how flustered you actually were because of him

‘sorry, that’s completely on me’

he moved away and stood in front of you this time, then crouching down and looking up at you while you tried to get your blush down

‘this hasn’t gone the way it does in dramas and movies........’ he admits plainly and honestly

this makes you throw your head back and start cackling because this guy has been acting so weird and has been bugging you because he was interested in you... but he was following romcoms

he smiles up at you in reply, no shame taking over his features

‘if you’re willing to forgive me for playing the really dumb and annoying next-door-neighbor role can i just play the regular-boy-next-door one like i should?’ you manage to calm down and sigh, deciding to let your grudge over the swing go for this cutie

when you nod, his smile turns into an ecstatic grin and he hops up

‘okay! cool! i’m renjun and i’m your neighbor and i think you’re really cute! can i be the one to push you on the swing from now on?’

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 171 - One rainy morning

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

MASTERLIST

Chapter 171 - One rainy morning

[It’s been raining for days and Negan is in a less than stellar mood as he bides his time waiting for Arat’s return. Meanwhile Blake adjusts to life alone.]

For the two days that followed the radio call, Negan did nothing but pace about the place, snapping at everyone but Mia, for even breathing in his direction.

His most loyal lieutenants were supposed to have returned from their run yesterday, but it seemed as though heavy rain had hindered their progress out there, and they would be coming home a day late. Maybe even two at this rate.

But Negan, on this occasion, for once wasn't interested in what they had gone to scavenge.

Fuck, even if it was the goddamn Queen of England's crown jewels, he would be hard pressed to give a shit.

No, all the dark-haired Saviour was waiting for, was Arat's return to the Sanctuary, and for him to finally get the opportunity to confront her about Blake's location.

All Negan knew now was that he needed to see her. He needed her hear her voice again.

It was like a hunger, a yearning for the blonde woman who had come into his life like hurricane and changed it for the better.

And Negan knew he would not be able to sate that hunger until his own dark eyes landed on her again.

And so, in a foul mood, this morning Negan was in the dining hall with Mia, currently laying into Simon for no other reason other than the fact that the mustachioed man had allowed two of his men to get killed out there yesterday, on what should have been an easy routine visit to the Hilltop.

"I told you, Boss. We bust a tire and both of them got bit whilst fixin' it, I barely got out of there alive myself," Simon said with a fixed smile etched onto his features as he stood before Negan now, hands on hips, sweat beading on his dome-like brow.

Things had indeed been frosty between Negan and his right-hand man ever since his confrontation with Blake and that damn gal from Alexandria.

Simon had always seemed loyal to Negan. But did Negan trust him?

The leader of the Saviours narrowed his eyes as he stared back at the mustachioed man, arching his back a little as he pointed Lucille into Simon's chest.

"See, shit like that, seems to have been happenin' a lot lately, Si," Negan growled in a low voice. "Loyal fuckin' men gettin' their ass handed to them by those dead pricks. I mean, they survived this fuckin' long, so why get taken out so easily now?"

"Maybe we're all getting a bit soft," Simon mused with a smirk across his features. "I mean since your lady friend came along, maybe this place isn't as tough as it used to be. People are getting used to the good life. Maybe they're getting lazy."

Ngena;s eyes blackened a little at this.

"An' what the fuck are you suggestin' we do differently," uttered Negan darkly.

But Simon merely shrugged.

"Me?" he mused, his voice full of a faux-innocence that raised Negan's hackles almost instantly.. "I wasn't suggesting we do anything at all, Boss."

The Dark-haired Saviour stared at Simon for a lengthy moment.

Nope, he didn't trust this asshole at fucking all.

And so with that, Negan gave a long sniff, leaning back against his long legs and grimacing. "You smell that, Simon. Cause the more I smell it, the more I think that what you're sayin' to me is utter fuckin' horse-shit."

"Boss…" Simon said with a bemused frown. "Have I really given you any reason not to trust me? I've done what you asked time and time again and not once have I stepped out of line."

But Negan scowled.

No, Simon hadn't done anything implicitly wrong and yet Negan still had this nagging feeling, this doubt about his right-hand man, that kept building, as the days went on.

The dark-haired saviour dug at his cheek with his tongue for a long moment, before his eyes drifted over to the table just behind him, were Mia was sat eating a PB&J sandwich and staring up at the two men with interest, bright red jelly smeared all around her mouth as she smacked her lips together audibly.

At Negan's eye contact she cheerily lifted the sandwich out towards him, as though offering him a bite.

Negan softened a little at this, the frown quickly dropping from his face as he gave a shake of his head in her direction.

"No, Darlin'," he said with a hum. "You can keep it, Daddy aint fuckin' hungry anyway."

And seemingly happy with Negan's remark, Mia just pulled the floppy sandwich back to her lips taking a huge bite, filling her cheeks like a hamster.

And with that Negan's eyes lingered on Mia for a long moment as she ate, before he turned back to Simon seriously.

"This is the last time I'm lettin' shit like this fly, Simon," Negan warned in a low voice. "The next time your men get torn apart by damn biters, then you better be right there behind them offering up your fuckin' arm like it was a goddamn thanksgivin' turkey. You understandin' me?"

And with that, Simon gave a solemn nod, and yet his shark-like eyes never left Negan's.

"Well, yes, Boss," he said sounding almost a little amused now, much to Negan's distaste. But with a nod of his head he had turned on his heel and headed of across the room, getting lost between the figures filling up the busy dining hall.

Negan let out a hard puff of air, dragging a hand down his chin before turning back to Mia.

The teeny toddler was now licking jelly from the gaps between her fingers with her tongue, while her other hand seemed to be clutching what was left of her sandwich so hard the rest of the noxious conconcion was dribbling out from between the two slices of white bread and falling onto the table beside her messily.

Negan slumped down onto the seat opposite her, plonking Lucille down onto the bench at his side.

"These damn shit-for-brains, assholes, drive me 'round the goddamn bend," he growled, as Mia barley even bothered to look up at him, merely mouthing the word '...Ash'owl…' to herself between licks of her fingers.

Negan stared at her.

"Jeez, what the fuck has it come to when the fuckin' one person I can find around here to have a straightforward conversation with, is a damn kid," he mused, huffing again.

But this time Mia did look up at him, dropping her smushed up sandwich to the table disinterestedly.

"Eggy, I don' wan noh mor," she said making a face.

Negan gave the smallest of eye rolls at this.

After several long days of lone parenting, Negan was very much used to Mia's little quirks and habits by now. But that didn't mean that he had things easy.

On the fucking contrary.

Negan stood again with a sigh and leaned across the table, hauling Mia up by her armpits. And almost at once two older women hurried forward to clear the table after them, Negan not even having to say anything to them.

Damn, that was why he liked this place, and it was shit like that that had made him lucky that he was a leader in this goddamn awful fucking world.

Mia settled herself in his arms comfortably, continuing her mission to lick every inch of jelly from her sticky fingers as Negan stared at her, arching an eyebrow disapprovingly.

"Jeez, ease-off, Beansprout. You carry on like that, an' you won't have any fuckin' hand left," he reprimanded, but Mia just ignored him, something across the room catching her interest instead.

The toddler lifted her sticky hand, tilted her head and gave a wave of her palm.

And Negan followed the tiny-girl's gaze over to where a large number of people had just entered the room looking bedraggled and very much in need of refreshment, wiping their brows and placing down weapons they had not yet had the time to put away.

Negan at once recognised them of course as the men and women who had headed on on that damn run two days ago.

And, as though on cue, there, in amongst the returnees, easing her green shirt off of her shoulders was Arat, wearing a purple bandana and a tired-looking frown.

Her eyes met at first with Mia, offering her a small smile in return for her wave, before the curly-haired woman's eyes travelled up to Negan's own, where her smile soon slipped from her features.

She offered him a short nod instead, before moving off towards the line for breakfast.

He wondered for a moment whether or not she had been in range to hear his and Blake's conversation over the radio?

But regardless of whether she had or not, Negan knew that this was the chance he had been waiting for for two long days now. And he wasn't about to delay any fucking longer.

And so, clenching his jaw, the dark-haired Saviour strolled across the room, heads turning as he went, still as formidable as he always was, even with Mia balanced on his hip.

It took him only a second to reach Arat now, who glanced over at him as he approached.

And for a moment, it very much looked like she was about to say something to him, but Negan got in their first.

"Where is she?" he said in a low voice, a frown settling itself between his dark brows.

And for a long few seconds Arat merely dropped her eyes to the ground, licking at her lips and shoving her hands into her pockets.

Shit. What if she refused to tell him?

What if she didn't fucking trust him to be around Blake?

Negan felt a sudden burst of pointless anger bubbling up inside him now as he waited for a response.

But he fortunately didn't have to wait long, as the curly-haired woman gave a small sigh and stared up at him, looking sad.

"I can tell you…. but you've got to understand that she's not there yet...it's gonna take time for her to get better…" Arat murmured in a quiet voice, lowering her gaze once more.

But Negan emitted a short huff from his lips, knowing of course that Arat was only looking out for Blake but even so, finding the frustration of it all, too hard to bare.

He paused for a long moment, his chocolate eyes flickering up to Mia who was smiling and waving and trying to catch the attention of a bald-headed guy with an earring stood in the line in front.

Fuck.

Negan needed to do this. If not for himself, then for the damn kid.

And so, he cocked his head to the side, lifting a hand and running it down his face, before sighing back.

"I just need to see her…" Negan mumbled in an earnest voice, reaching up and running his free hand over Mia's mousy brown hair earning him a grizzling grimace from the toddler who looked up at him in a look that resembled utter disgust. "...I jus' need to tell her I'm sorry."

It was indeed unusual to hear Negan talking like this. Usually so cocky and arrogant with every syllable that spilled out of his mouth.

But it looked like Arat appreciated his attempt at honesty and remorse, as, with a nod, pursing her lips together, she spoke.

"The place...it's about an hour out, going South-East. You need to turn left off Ridgeway and you'll see it. It's a little wh-"

"-white house," Negan finished, cutting across Arat and blinking a couple of times in realisation.

Of course that's where she had fucking gone.

That damn place.

Negan had seen, that day they had stumbled upon that house, that a gal like Peaches deserved a place like that. A nice house, white picket fence and pretty shutters on the windows.

Cleaned up and looking its best, it would perfection, just like her.

And so, breathing in deeply through his nostrils, Negan allowed a small grin to grace his lips as he turned his attention to Mia now.

"So, kid," he said in a growling voice, gaining an immediate look from the two-year old in return. "You up for a road trip?"

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Blake winced against the heavy rain currently teaming down onto her blonde head, as she darted back under the cover of the back porch, pail full of water in hand.

Today, dressed in jeans and a rumpled plaid shirt, Blake shook her long damp hair off of her face as she caught her breath, almost laughing to herself at how wet she had got just going the short distance to the well and back.

She could feel herself now beginning to get there, beginning to heal. It was a slow process but hearing Negan's voice two days ago had definitely helped matters.

Blake missed him with all her heart, and there was barely a second that went by, where him and Mia weren't on her mind.

Blake knew that she would need to go back there, to the Sanctuary eventually...but just the thought of it right now, filled her with a pain and a fear that seemed to cause her heart to race and her stomach to churn unpleasantly.

It wasn't that she never wanted to go back, for she truly did miss that place, but Blake was terrified.

Terrified that the depression and the anxiety would take hold again. And turn her once more into the person even she barely recognised when she looked into the mirror.

The blonde gave a soft sigh, heading inside, moving straight through the kitchen and back into the living room, where she poured the bucket of water into a pot hanging over the already-lit fire, that was currently burning away nicely within the grate.

It was odd to think of the life she had gotten used to at the Sanctuary where they had generators and electric lights and almost all the luxuries one could expect to find in a home.

And yet here...well, this was like those long two years she had spent out of the road with David and the others she had travelled around with, holing up in dark buildings with no running water, no electricity and very little food.

But she had survived all that….made it out the other side, and still earned a few valuable skills along the way. Skills that five years ago, before the outbreak, Blake would never have imagined she would gain.

She remembered her life, strutting around the city on high heels on her way to work, with takeout cups of coffee in hand and an oversized purse in the other. It was a life away from all this.

And yet in a funny sort of way Blake didn't miss it.

Life was simpler now. And a person's priorities were easier to see when all you had in the world were the clothes on your back.

Blake settled herself down onto her knees in front of the fireplace.

The rain that had barely related over these last couple of days, had caused a stark chill to grow, even in the daytimes. And so Blake had luckily managed to stockpile al of the dry kindling she could find to keep the fire burning.

Maybe she would spend the afternoon reading, finding herself slowly begin to be able to concentrate on things a little more now.

Her eyes scanned the bookshelf full of books and old CDs over to her right lazily.

But before she had even a chance to pick out a single title that took her interest, the blonde's heart stopped suddenly in her chest….

...as there came a gentle rat-a-tat-tat on the front door.

Blake froze.

Normally she would have heard someone approaching the house, but today the noise of the rain outside must have drowned out their arrival.

Could it be Arat, back again?

But Blake wasn't so sure.

Although who else knew that she was here?

Worry filled Blake's veins, as she stumbled hurriedly to her feet, brushing down the back of hr damp jean-clad thighs nervously.

Shit.

What was she going to do?

But as she paused, hovering there inside the living room, there came anther knock, a little louder this time.

Blake cautiously over towards the tiny hallway.

What if she just pretended she wasn't here?

But what if whoever it was tried to come in? The door wasn't locked.

And so, the blonde with a hard gulp, moved over to the side table, picking up the large hunting knife that Arat had left for her, holding it quickly aloft.

Well, whoever it was, they were gonna see that Blake meant business.

There came a third knock now, and from behind the door Blake could hear muffled voices as she moved out into the compact hallway.

But she frowned, stopping suddenly…

...for even through the thick white painted wood, Blake would recognise that tone anywhere.

That low, growling, baritone voice, that sent shivers down her spine with every syllable. In the best of ways of course..

And, with her heart continuing to thunder away in her chest, Blake's hand quickly reached for the brass doorknob, as she tugged the door swiftly open.

And almost at once, at the sight that met her, her eyes brimmed with tears…

….for standing on the other side of the door were the two people Blake had longed for most in the entire world.

One tall, with a his black leather jacket slung over angular shoulders and his salt and pepper dark hair dripping wet. And the other, clutched in the first's arms, with her mousy hair damp, carrying a large piece of crumpled paper between her sticky paws.

And Blake felt her lip tremble as she stared at both of them, so overwhelmed by their presence here on her doorstep.

And it only took the tall figure to say two single words, to cause Blake to let out a happy sob, dropping the knife to the ground with a clatter.

"Mornin', Peaches…"

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Run To You // Sam Wilson x Reader P3

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader Word Count: 2k+ Warning: fluff, language, angst, abuse mentions, violence (justice) , FEELINGS

Summary: Andrew finally gets what he deserves. Steve makes a mistake. Healing from psychological trauma is always a lot easier said than done, but your newfound family makes sure you know you’re not alone. 

A/N: Holy hell! You guys are absolutely fantastic with your feedback! I can’t believe you like this so much!  This is probably going to end up have way more than 4 parts lmao. I cannae be stopped.

Inspiration: “In Repair” ~ John Mayer

“Too many corners in my mind, So much to do to set my heart right. Oh, it’s taking so long, I could be wrong, I could be ready. Oh, but if I take my heart’s advice, I should assume it’s still unsteady. I am in repair…I’m not together but I’m getting there…”

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Andrew got the surprise of his life when two Avengers showed up at his front door. He’d never felt so lucky or terrified.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“We’re here for [Y/N]’s things,” Bucky all but snarled. Andrew dropped his façade immediately.

“Is she fucking both of you too? You should probably get yourselves checked she’s always been a who—.” Andrew didn’t have a chance to finish his vile sentence before Bucky sucker punched him square in the jaw. Stumbling backwards in shock, Andrew balled up his fists to retaliate but the murderous glint in not just Bucky’s eyes made him reconsider.

“What the hell was that for, you fucking psycho?!” he screamed. Bucky moved to punch him again but Steve stepped in, grabbing the appalling man by the throat and slamming him into the wall.

“Listen here and listen well, asshole,” Steve hissed, “You’re not to ever call [Y/N] or any other woman that word again. In fact, you’re not allowed to even breath in [Y/N]’s general fucking direction. If she gets so much as a papercut in your vicinity I will hunt you down and put you in the ground myself. I won’t even need a metal arm to do it. Is that clear?” Andrew didn’t even have the dignity to keep from wetting himself out of fear. Steve released the atrocious man with disgust.

“Where are [Y/N]’s belongings?” Bucky demanded. Andrew pointed to a pile of three messily packed boxes next to the front door.  Steve and Bucky grabbed them hastily, not wanting to stand in the same room as this cowardly reject of man any longer than necessary. On the way out the door, Bucky turned around and leveled Andrew with his gaze.

“You better pray I don’t ever hear your name again or I’ll find you and show you exactly how HYDRA turned me into the Winter Soldier.” Andrew’s eyes widened in absolute terror as he wet himself even further; Bucky rolled his eyes in revulsion and stalked out of the house. Absolutely pathetic, he thought to himself.

You woke up exceptionally warm. Your face was smushed into a familiar broad chest which made breathing just a tad difficult. Sam had always been a full body snuggler and last night was no exception.

“Oof, Sammy!” you whined into his chest while simultaneously trying to separate your limbs from his.

“Wha-What?” Sam mumbled, still half asleep, “[Y/N], what’s wrong?” Your determined movements pulled him into consciousness.

“I can’t breathe!” you complained.

“Oh shit. Sorry, Tink,” he laughed. Rolling your eyes, you rubbed feeling back into your aching limbs. You’d never get used to just how heavy he was.

This was the first time Sam had woken up next to you in his own room. He always loved how adorable you looked with sleep mussed hair and a cranky disposition. You disappeared into the bathroom. Despite everything that transpired yesterday, last night was the best night’s sleep he could ever remember having. A plume of hope flared in his chest at the idea of being able to wake up next to you for the rest of his life. He shook that thought from his head immediately; you weren’t his. You were never his.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to meet your reflection. Seeing your hands clearly for the first time terrified the hell out of you. You turned your back on the mirror; some things you just weren’t ready for yet. Peeling off your shirt, you forced yourself to look at the finger shaped bruised that angrily decorated your harms. Anger boiled inside of you. How dare he?! How dare he think himself so mighty that you were a plaything for him to toss around? Looking down at your protruding ribs, your anger melted into shame. How dare you allow yourself to become this way just to please someone else? Hot tears spilled from your eyes as you wrenched your shirt back on. How would anyone be able to love you now?

A soft knock came at the door. Sam groaned inwardly; he had hoped he’d get you all to himself just for a little while longer. Apparently life had other plans. Pushing himself to leave the warmth and comfort of his bed, he stalked grumpily to answer the door. It was a a bit of a shock to find Natasha and Wanda standing on the other side.

“Uh…hey... What’s up?” Natasha revealed a small bundle of clothing, she’d been concealing behind her back. Wanda held up hair supplies. Sam couldn’t help but grin at them, one of these days he’d finally be used to the never ending kindness of his teammates.

“Is she here?” Natasha whispered gently. Sam nodded and stepped backwards, allowing the women to enter his room. You heard faint voices and poked your head out of the bathroom in curiosity.

“Hey, Tink?” Sam called. Rolling your eyes, you stepped back into the room.  Gesturing to the unfamiliar women, Sam introduced you.

“Nat, Wanda, this is [Y/N]. Or as I like to call her: TinkerBell.”

“Saaaaaam,” you whined, “you know how much I hate that nickname.”

“I can’t help it; you’re as cute as a Disney fairy.” You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue; you would never admit it but you actually really loved it when Sam called you that. It was something sweet shared just between the two of you. Both Wanda and Natasha snorted at the two of you. Suddenly you remembered your manners.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! It’s really lovely to meet the both of you! I promise I’m not usually this rude. Life has a way of demanding my full attention 10 minutes after I wake up,” you babbled.

Natasha waved your apologies away, “It’s perfectly okay. You should see Bucky or Barton in the morning. They’re real assholes before coffee.” You giggled.

“You laugh but she’s being completely serious, Tink. I’d face a thousand Chitauri armies before I faced Barton or Barnes without coffee in the morning,” Sam said.

“So,” Wanda interjected, “Nat and I thought you might be in dire need of some fresh clothes and maybe a hairbrush or two?”

Their sudden kindness stunned the hell out of you. Truth be told, you weren’t sure how the other Avengers would take to your presence on the Compound, especially after they found out what you’d been through. You’d never tell Sam, but you were absolutely terrified that Earth’s Mightiest Heroes would turn you away to deal with your own problems. Your self-worth had dwindled so much that you wouldn’t have even blamed them if they did. You were overwhelmed with their unprecedented compassion that you couldn’t help but burst into tears. That wasn’t the reaction anyone was expecting.

“Hey, hey sweetheart, please don’t cry,” Wanda rushed to you, doing her best to soothe you with her soft words. Natasha and Sam were close behind. Wanda wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with her touch so used her powers to send feelings of calm to you. The pain of your broken psyche was so severe that her gentle attempt to soothe you had no effect. Her eyes widened in shock; there’s only been one other person whose pain was so horrific that Wanda’s first attempts to soothe them failed. Bucky.

The exquisitely mammoth pain you carried around was enough to nearly bring Wanda to her knees. She was impressed you even had the strength to still stand upright. Wanda was no stranger to pain herself; she understood the mask you wore. She didn’t need her powers to see through you were now and who you had the capacity to be. The two of you had just met but Wanda already loved you. You were hers now; no one else would hurt you so long as she loved you.

“Nat,” Wanda pushed into the older woman’s mind while Sam pulled you into a bear hug. Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the mental intrusion.

“Yes?” she pushed back.

“She’s just like Bucky. I tried to calm her down and it didn’t work,” Wanda admitted ashamedly. Natasha’s eyes narrowed even further. It took every ounce of self-control she could muster not to leave the Compound, hunt down that abomination of a man and rip him to shreds. It was one thing to be abused and trained into a weapon for use; it took a special kind of civilian monster to do this just because they could.

“She’s under our protection. No matter what the cost.” Natasha pushed into Wanda’s mind. She didn’t have to be a telepath to know Wanda felt the same. No one else would hurt you as long as they had a say about it. Never again.

Sam and the women were more than understanding through your outburst. It was such a foreign feeling, having someone look at you with care instead of malice in their eyes. You kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. You kept waiting for the tables to turn.

Natasha and Wanda were right about how good a fresh change of clothes would feel on your battered body. They even managed to scare up cleansing conditioner and helped you return some life to your once bouncy curls. Two pairs of gentle fingers gently massaged your scalp, carefully working out the knots and kinks of your thick hair. The three of you bonded easily over everything; you found yourself becoming enamored with them. Two strong and fierce women that life snatched nearly everything from stood before you just as loving and empathetic as you could have ever dreamed. It gave you hope. You weren’t together yet, you probably wouldn’t be for a long time but with the love and care of your newfound family, you’d get there.

Sam stood in the doorway of the kitchen watched contentedly as Natasha and Wanda coaxed you into eating. Seeing two of the women he had become so fond of caring for the one he loved most in the world was a sight to behold. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve this kind of love in his life but he damn sure wouldn’t question it. He was so enraptured with the sight he almost didn’t notice when Bucky and Steve walked up behind him.

“Hey Sam,” they greeted him. He grinned in response. Steve beckoned them to the living room. Sam and Bucky followed close behind and made themselves comfortable in nearby chairs.

“What’s up, Steve?” asked Sam.

“We’ve retrieved all of her belongings,” Steve said firmly. Sam looked back and forth between Steve and Bucky. He wasn’t sure how to properly react to the fact that his teammates had stepped up in such a monumental way. His shoulders sagged as he exhaled in relief.

“You—you don’t know what this means to me guys. Thank you, seriously.”

“She won’t ever have to worry about him bothering her or anyone else again,” Bucky growled.

“Wait—you didn’t…?”

“No,” Steve reassured Sam, “but you don’t know just how close I came. How anyone could treat someone they claimed to love with such abhorrence is beyond me.”

“He doesn’t deserve to live,” Bucky stated. His metal fist clenched and unclenched as he fought to keep his rage under control.

“We don’t get to make that choice, Buck.”

“But he—!”

“No!” Steve half shouted. Your head snapped up at the sound of Steve’s raised voice. Cowering into yourself, you pushed away the soup Nat and Wanda had spent the last 30 minutes trying to convince you to eat. Suddenly the prospect of food was no longer appealing. Wanda pulled you into a gentle hug and pressed a soft kiss into your hair. Patting your shoulder gently, Natasha stood up from the table and stalked into the living room where the men were currently residing.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about in here but that girl in there is terrified for her life and she doesn’t need you three assholes going and making things worse for her. You make one more wrong move and I will end you myself, is that clear?” she hissed venomously.

“I’m sorry for shouting, you’re right. She doesn’t deserve this, she deserves so much more.”

“It’s not me you need to apologize to, Rogers.” Nodding, Steve took steadying breath. He couldn’t believe he allowed himself to lose his temper like that with you in the next room. Natasha was right; he owed you an apology. Standing up and straightening his slacks, he made his way to the kitchen humbly.

“[Y/N]?” he called. Wanda’s grip around you tightened at Steve’s cautious approach. You lifted your head from her shoulder to meet his sorrowful gaze.

“Hello, Captain,” you murmured. He winced at your distinctly formal greeting. He owed you so much more than a simple apology.

“Call me Steve, please,” he implored you. You gave him a small smile at his request.

“I need to apologize for my actions, [Y/N]. I should not have lost my temper like that; I should have been more considerate of your feelings. I am sincerely sorry and if you would allow me to, I would be more than happy to make it up to you.”

Steve’s genuine apology was absolutely foreign to you. You’d been so conditioned by Andrew that you were half expecting Steve to force you apologize for making him yell. Logically you knew it wasn’t your fault and there was no reason for you to apologize but there’s nothing logical about an abused psyche.

“…make it up to me? Why would you want to make it up to me?” you asked. Both Steve and Wanda’s eyes widened in sheer confusion. Just when they thought their hearts couldn’t break for you anymore, you go and prove them wrong.

“That’s what you do when you apologize to someone,” Wanda said into your hair, “you apologize with your actions as well as your words.”

“Oh.” It only took one word for Steve and the rest of the Avengers to realize they had their work cut out for them when it came to helping you undo all the damage Andrew had done to you. Just one word.

“Will you allow me to make it up to you, [Y/N]?” Steve asked softly. You had to give him credit; he was trying. That was more than Andrew had ever done. He stood there in front of you radiating such pure honesty and goodness that you couldn’t help but smile. Pulling yourself from Wanda’s loving arms, you stood up and offered your hand to Steve.

“Tell you what, Steve. You introduce me to Thor and Doctor Banner and convince Mr. Stark to show me his lab and I’ll consider us even,” you said with a grin. Steve’s answering grin was brighter than sunshine.

You weren’t together yet but you were getting there.

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