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The Way You Said “I Love You” - As a goodbye

Pair: Connor x Reader

Prompt: “I’m trying to tell you goodbye” and this post.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst...sorry 

A/N: Guess who’s back with another “The Way You Said ‘I Love You’” fic!  This is for Sadie’s ( @spectacular-spiderboy ) 600 follower writing challenge! Enjoy!

“That’s messed up.”

“It won’t really love you.”

“It’s impossible for you to love something like that.”

These were the few, out of many, statements you would hear as you walked down the streets of Detroit or were in the presence of your family members while with your Android significant other.  Your mother was the worst at handling the entire situation as a whole.  She could not wrap her head around the fact that you “fell in love” with an Android.  

“Please just let it be a phase.  It has to be a phase,” she would always say whenever the two of you were alone even though Connor would be in the next room.  

Despite the crude statements you would hear, you shook them off and tried not to let them get to you because you knew they simply weren’t true.  You loved him, you truly loved him, and you knew he felt the same way.

Every time the two of you were staying in, the both of you would cuddle up together on the couch as you watched whatever movie he would let you choose.  If you ever ended up falling asleep halfway, Connor would gently lift you up from the couch and lay you on the bed, careful not to disturb your sleep.  

Every day, before you left for work, Connor would secretly put a post-it note on your laptop with a short message reminding you of how much he loved you and how he hoped you would have a wonderful day.  

If you ever found out you had to stay late at work to finish up paperwork, Connor would always come to keep you company making sure to bring you your favorite caffeinated drink along with snacks.  

Connor never complained when you began to talk about your favorite book or favorite song even though he did not truly understand the concept of loving such things.  

He also never complained when you went on mini-rants about how your coworkers angered you during the day or about the fact that your mother would never stop talking about how taboo your relationship was.     

Every time the two of you were walking around outside, Connor always intertwined his fingers with yours no matter the stares the two of you would receive.  

Although your guys’ relationship was as normal as anyone else’s, no one seemed to think it was.  

Whenever your siblings wanted to show off their significant other to your parents they would be very warm and welcoming, showering them with compliments and support.  However, anytime you brought Connor over to your family’s annual Christmas party, Connor would simply be overlooked.  

Your parents did not welcome him the same way they would to your siblings’ significant other.  No one would bother trying to make conversation with him.  No one accepted the fact that you would go so far as to be in a relationship with an Android. 

This same behavior began to show itself in public as well.  Whenever the two of you went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate your anniversary, the waiter would never recommend the “romantic” type of champagne or congratulate you both on your special day.  

Whenever the two of you were out with your friends, no one would say that you guys were “relationship goals.”  

Whenever the two of you would go on your daily evening walks, strangers would never smile at the both of you when you crossed paths.  Instead, you could feel their judgemental stares burn into your skin as you walked past them.  

The jeweler could not understand the fact that an Android would be buying an engagement ring for someone like you.

Although Connor’s comforting words eased your worries on how no one accepted your guys’ relationship, eventually, time got the best of you.  

You slowly began to distance yourself from Connor whenever the two of you were in public.  You would flinch slightly whenever you felt him try to hold your hand.  You stopped taking him with you whenever you went to go visit your parents.  You stopped going out on your evening walks with him, always finding an excuse not to do so.  

Connor noticed your increased distance from him; however, he knew better than to try and burden you with the question as to “why” so he left you be.  

One day, as you went through another long day at work, you began to prepare yourself for one of the hardest things you were going to do.  

You felt the tears in your eyes already beginning to form as your drove to your guys’ shared home.  You felt your chest getting heavier and heavier with every step you took towards the door.  You stopped inches away, your hand hovering over the handle as you asked yourself if you could go through with this. 

If you wanted to go through with this.  

You took a deep breath before entering your home.  You placed your bags down on the couch before shouting, “Connor?”

“In the room,” he replied with a muffled voice.  

You quickly walked to your bedroom before being met with the sight of Connor tidying up your messy nightstand.  You smiled slightly before saying, “Want to go for a walk?”

Connor stopped his movements, his eyes slightly widened.  You had not wanted to do anything with him for over a week due to unknown reasons yet here you were.  

“Of course,” he replied before placing the objects in his hand neatly next to your lamp.  

The two of you walked out into the cold autumn air of Detroit.  You asked him about his day and let him tell you about what he had accomplished at work with his partner Hank.  

You stared up at him, memorizing all of his features like his small strand of hair that would move with the wind or how his eyes would light up whenever he smiled or laughed (in his own awkward way).  

You were so lost in your guys’ conversation that you nearly forgot the purpose of your time together.  It wasn’t until you saw a man awkwardly stare at the two of you from the corner of your eye when you were reminded of how much you despised the way people treated the both of you.  

You slowed to a halt, gently pulling Connor back from making another step.  Connor peered back at you with a puzzled look as he noticed you were staring at your feet.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.  

Connor noticed a tear fall from your chin and onto your shoes making him even more worried than he was before.  “Please talk to me.”

“I can’t do this,” you whispered.  

“What do you mean?”

You looked up, your tear-filled eyes meeting with his, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t understand,” he replied.  

You took a deep breath before saying, “I'm trying to tell you goodbye.” 

Connor froze, it was as if all time had stopped.  He didn’t know what he was feeling, but it was something he never wanted to experience in his life. 

You quickly turned on your heels, prepared to walk away. 

“Wait,” he said, lightly grabbing your arm refraining you from taking another step away from him, “but I love you.”

A few seconds of silence lingered between the both of you.  

For the first time in his short life, Connor did not know what to do.  

Everything began to make sense, he now knew why you spent less and less time with him or how you stopped holding his hand whenever you guys were out in public.  

He thought that everything was going back to normal the moment you had come home today; however, it was the complete opposite.  

“I love you too, but you have to let me go,” you said quietly.  

Connor froze at your words.  He began to realize how miserable you were in this relationship.  

He remembered how you would sometimes cry at home in his arms after hearing countless rude remarks on the street or while at work.  

He remembered how you would stay silent on the drive home from meeting with your parents and would immediately go to your room when you both returned.

He realized that because he loved you so much, he had to let you go.  He had to let you go and be happy.  

Connor released his grip on your arm and watched as you walked away, your hands shoved in your jacket pockets.  

Something deep inside of him wanted to run to you and tell you that everything was going to be okay and that you shouldn’t care about what others thought.

Something deep inside of him wanted to run to you and beg you not to leave.

Something deep inside of him wanted you to turn back to him just one last time; however, he knew you would never do such a thing.  

Connor placed his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the ring he wanted so desperately to give you, and now never could, as he watched you disappear from his sight.  

Tagging: @connorfixinghistie , @liveloveandbekind, @vb800, @moonlitsunset3, @conwhore800, @small-and-terrible , @connorshero , @the-darklings

[omnomsauruswrites]

Double Date

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

This is for @spectacular-spiderboy/ @connorshero and her 600 follower writing challenge.

Writing prompt: How inappropriate would it be to start playing Tetris?

Summary: How could a double date with Bucky go wrong?

You really didn’t know how you ended up agreeing to this. How in the world had Sam dragged you out on a double date with Bucky and his girlfriend.

“He needs to get out, y/n!” He had said.

“Find an actual girl that doesn’t know him! He doesn’t even talk to me, Sam.”

“He doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“He talks to everyone but me!”

“Come on, Gina said that she saw him eyeing you last week at the party.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Sam, that doesn’t mean we should date!”

“Do me a solid and do this for Gina.”

You grumbled and look at your friend, at his pout face and you stomped your foot. “If he makes one snide remark, Sam …” you paused. “ONE. You do my laundry for a week and you two can’t set me up ever again!”’

He had agreed and now you sat next to Bucky at some Ethiopian restaurant in midtown. What you wanted on your first date with any guy was to eat with your hands.

Bucky had met the three of you at the entrance of the Tower, dressed in a navy Henley and jeans, more casual than the dress you were wearing with its low back. You sighed, what the hell had Sam said to Bucky to get him to agree to this you had no idea. He had offered his elbow as the four of you walked your way to the restaurant but stayed out of the conversation.

Gina and Sam had kept the conversation going all night but by the time the main course had arrived were talking to each other.

“Well this is awkward,” you mumbled as you grabbed some injera.

You heard a chuckle next to you but he didn’t make a comment as he copied your movement and grabbed some food. The two of you ate in silence as the couple in front of you ignored the food and made googly eyes at each other.

You couldn’t leave, Bucky hadn’t made a snide comment yet, barely even made a sound. You were too engrossed in your thoughts that you missed Sam and Gina start making out. It took Bucky’s groan to pull you back to the situation. You sighed at the lovebirds who seemed to forget their company.

“How inappropriate would it be to start playing Tetris?” You mumbled to yourself.

“Well seeing as they have forgotten all about us, not all.”

Your eyes left the PDA situation in front of you to the super soldier next to you. He was smiling at you. “Oh, now you talk.”

He frowned. “You didn’t say anything either.”

You rolled your eyes. “Takes two to tango, Barnes.”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes before grabbing more food. “What did he promise you to make you go out with me?” He asked around a full bite.

“Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” You asked avoiding the question.

He swallowed and repeated, “What did he promise you?”

“Nothing,” you replied.

You watched him take in your features. “What did he offer you?” you asked in return.

He blushed. You didn’t wait for a reply, “That’s what I thought.”

You stood. “Where are you going?” Sam asked as he pulled away from Gina.

“I’m going home, Sam,” you said, as you pulled money out of your wallet and put it on the table. “That should cover the bill.”

You didn’t wait for a response before turning and leaving. The crisp fall air hit you the moment you exited the restaurant. You made it a block before you heard someone calling your name. You didn’t turn just continued back to the Tower. You heard heavy footsteps before a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Will you let me answer your question?!” He breathed out harshly.

You crossed your arms before turning to see your date slightly disheveled. “Gina didn’t ask Sam to set us up. I did.”

You opened and closed your mouth. He had asked for the date. The man who had barely spoken to you in the past 9 months. “I’m sorry, what?” your brain unable to comprehend the how and the why too.

“I asked, Sam…”

“No, no, you hate me,” you cut him off. “You don’t even talk to me unless you have to.”

“I don’t hate you. You think I hate you?”

You shook your head and turned but he stepped in front of you. “Bucky…” you warned.

“Y/n, please?”

You glanced from the sidewalk to him. His posture screamed at you that he was desperate for you to believe him. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“Because…” you watched him swallow and a shaky hand went to his hair. “You’re out of my league, doll.”

You laughed softly. This really couldn’t be happening. Bucky Barnes can’t be professing that he likes you in Midtown on a fall night. This had to be a dream, but you know it’s not.

Your eyes leave his and take in the surroundings. You wanted to remember this moment. “Ok.”

You heard him sigh before your eyes locked again. “Do you like coffee?” you ask.

He nods. You grab his hand, “My favorite place is around the corner.”

And there on a crisp fall night you and Bucky have your first date tucked in a cozy coffee shop. And it’s nothing but perfect.

[fanaticwritings]

Love You From Afar [part one]

pairing: Connor x Reader

prompt: “I defended you.”

word count: 2.2k+ yikes

warnings: gun tw, violence, tension, nightmares (kinda?), too many emotions

a/n: This was written for @spectacular-spiderboy’s 600 follower challenge! Congratulations!! and I hope you enjoy this series! Also thanks to the amazing @randomrebloggingasshole for being the best beta ever!

You flipped the droid on his back whilst simultaneously kicking another square in the chest, sending him reeling backwards.

Another android wrapped her arms around your neck and you wriggled in her grasp, before shoving an elbow into her side. She stumbled backwards and you knelt down on her, pinning her arms at her sides. You struggled to keep her down, using the entire weight of your lower body to contain her. You managed to draw a knife from your back pocket and swung it down on her, metal meeting plastic.

The android faltered at once, her system alerting her of the damage. Before she could react, however, you twisted the knife and cut off a few wires; the android spasming before shutting down. Panting, you pocketed the knife and scrambled around for a gun. There were a few lying about and you cocked each one to check if there were any bullets. You found one that had a single bullet. You pocketed it- something was better than nothing.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hank shoot an android advancing towards him in the chest. Your eyes felt heavy as you clambered around, the excessive fighting weakening you.   

Your search for a spare weapon had to be put on hold when a third Android sprinted towards you. You quickly slid on the ground, knocking it off balance. The movement shocked the Android enough to give you time to jump up and shove your heel into its chest, before grabbing your gun and shooting it with your last bullet. The android fell to the ground, its shirt splattered with blue thirium.

You glanced about for another gun, fighting off any androids that came your way. Through your haste, you spotted Connor struggling between two androids, trying his best to fight them off. For a moment, he succeeded too, throwing both of them off and ducking to pick a gun from the ground. Once he ducked, your gaze landed on an Android behind him, his eyes narrowed in anger and fear.

The RL100 model staggered towards Connor, wielding a gun. You watched in horror as the android aimed his gun in Connor's direction.

Adrenaline seemed to surge through your veins, forcing everything around you to slow down. You felt your legs tug your entire body forward on their own accord. Every second felt like an eternity as you ran towards him. Your limbs ached from the exhaustion but your desperation fueled you, encouraging you to sprint faster.

Connor was still ducking as you ran towards him, his back facing away from the approaching deviant. You had to get to him fast and yet you felt like you were moving at a snail's pace- unable to win against the bullet in the race to get to Connor first.

You vaguely heard the sound of a gunshot, undoubtedly from that android, as you reached Connor. Yelling his name at the top of your lungs, you pushed him to the ground.

The world seemed to go dark for a second as you fell down next to Connor, chest heaving. The gunshot had been deafeningly loud. Your ears still buzzed as you struggled to sit up, an agonizing pain shooting up your left arm from the pressure of the action.

“Lieutenant! You’ve been shot,” Connor remarked as he scrambled to sit up before rushing to your side. You looked down at your arm, still dazed from everything that had just happened.

Some of the flesh was hanging out and thick blood ran down the wound. A deep bullet graze. You felt nauseous all of a sudden and felt Connor go up behind you in an effort to support you.

“Lieutenant,” he said calmly, running a check on your vitals.

“I'm.. fine,” you huffed, as you struggled to stand up. He helped you as you did, keeping you steady as you swayed in your spot, blood oozing from your arm unconstrained.

“It would be advisable for you to rest in a secluded spot while I finish the mission, Lieutenant,” he said, glancing back at the fight.

You nodded dejectedly, his words stinging. Of course his mission came first. With his support you staggered to a pillar in the compound, and sat down, resting against it.

Connor looked at you for a moment, LED blinking yellow as he thought, before turning away without a word.

You watched as he shot one android after another, taking down four of them easily. An impassive expression graced his face as he stuck his foot out to trip one android, shooting it right in the side of the head as it fell. He worked calculatively, each of his movements swift and precise. It was fascinating to watch.

Your vision blurred for a second and panic bubbled in your chest. You were losing a lot of blood and fast. Cursing, you tried to put your hand on the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, but whimpered at the pain that rippled through you.

Hank shot the last remaining android and Connor quickly scanned the room, checking for undead droids. He then made his way back to you, Hank following suite.

He kneeled down next to you, examining the wound. “The bullet tore through the flesh and there has been a significant amount of blood loss. I have contacted an Android Doctor, the ambulance should be here any moment,” he informed, looking between you and Hank.

“Fucking- How'd ya get hit?” Hank asked, concern visible in his tired eyes. Your gaze flickered back to Connor, his eyes blank and expression impassive- a stark contrast. You sighed and recounted the events to the senior lieutenant. He nodded gravely, cursing at the bit where you were shot and then chided Connor for being careless.

“I didn't need to be saved, Lieutenant,” he shot back, looking up at Hank.

Before you could counter him, however, the siren of the ambulance announced it's arrival. The lights of cop cars came along with it, and you had no doubt that the specialists, district attorney, and medical examiner were going to be here any minute as well.

The doctor stepped out, immediately spotting you and running a check on you.

“Hello, Lieutenant (Y/N). The wound needs to be attended to immediately. It would be advisable that I perform the operation in the ambulance itself,” the android informed.

You stepped into the ambulance with Connor's help as the android slid in behind you. Hank went over to deal with the attorneys. You sat down on the bed in the vehicle, as Connor sat diagonally opposite to you. The doctor shuffled around, collecting the instruments for the treatment.

You bit down on your lip as the android cleaned the wound, the alcohol burning the open wound and causing you to flinch and suck in a lung full of air.

Connor was looking at you, eyes as blank as ever and you wished you could hold his hand for support. However, the thought was pushed aside when the doctor injected the anesthetic into you. The suddenness of it and the pain of the needle going into raw skin made your eyes water, and a whimper left you before you could even think to stop it. Since you couldn't go to the hospital and use the latest laser tech close the wound, the doctor had to make do with traditional stitches.

The doctor stitched your wound meticulously and in a matter of fifteen minutes, you were done. As soon as he was finished, he bandaged the arm, wrapping it up in a thin blue gauze.

It hurt a little less now, but you couldn't move your arm much. With Connor's help, you jumped out of the ambulance after thanking the android.

Hank had suggested that you crash at his place so they could keep an eye on you. There was no arguing with the adamant detective, especially in your state. You silently followed him back to his car and allowed him to drive you to his home, Connor riding shotgun and you in the backseat.

Once you were at the house, Hank told you to go straight to bed. You did as you were told, not having the heart nor energy to refuse his kind offer.

You wrapped the blanket around yourself, sinking into the mattress. It wasn't the most comfortable but you had to make do. Sleep came soon, the medicine as well as the exhaustion taking its toll.

An open-mouthed scream.

A gunshot. Loud. Deafening.

Splash of blue.

Warm brown eyes, cold. Blank.

Unblinking.

You jolted awake. The sudden movement sent a sharp jab of pain up your arm and you winced, cursing quietly. What had that dream been? The fear that had rippled through you.. you had never felt anything that intense in the six years you had worked for the DPD.

“Are you awake, Lieutenant?” A raspy voice, that you immediately recognised as Connor’s, called out quietly.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You hummed and sat up gingerly, as he walked into the room, boots thudding against the wooden floor. He was dressed in his usual android uniform, arms folded across his chest. His jaw was set and lips, pursed.

“Are you feeling better? Your vitals seem to have returned to the normal,” he noted, head tilting as he looked you up and down quickly.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, running a weak hand through your hair.

His indicator flared a bright yellow before turning back to a serene blue.

The tension in the air was thick, it was almost painful. You looked down at the bandage around your arm and then back at him, trying to suppress a grin. “We have the same blue arm band. Guess I'm an Android now,” you joked.

Connor didn't smile.

“I need to talk to you, Lieutenant,” he asked, looking at you expectantly. Your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed that, if anything, the joke only made him more serious.

“What is it?” you asked, patting the mattress beside you. Connor obediently sat down by your knees.

“The events of today can not be repeated in the future, Lieutenant. You must always put the mission first,” he said sternly, throwing you a cold stare. “I recall being completely in control of the situation. With due respect, why did you choose to jump in?”

You tried to not roll your eyes at that.

“Yeah sure you were in control,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your palm with your thumb. 

Connor looked irritated at that, eyebrows furrowing. He was angry, you sensed that but he was also confused. Typical. You decided to remain quiet, twiddling your thumbs.

“Even if the bullet would have hit me, what is the worst that could have happened?” he demanded, tilting his head.

You grimaced. The last thing you wanted right now was to deal with his questions. Especially questions that were unequivocally so close to just about unlocking your deepest secrets.

“I defended you. The least you could do is thank me,” you muttered through gritted teeth. You had saved him and here he was, grilling you.

Connor's expression flickered to an apologetic one for a second. It was gone when you blinked.

“I can not thank you for saving me, Lieutenant,” he stated as he looked down at his hand, as if avoiding your eyes. “I want to, but I cannot. It is not your duty to look after me,” he added, the softness in the words before replaced with a cold and unforgiving tone.

You remained silent, picking at the hem of your shirt.

“I cannot fathom why you would want to save me,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question but you knew he was looking for answers. You inhaled deeply, wishing he would talk about something else. Anything but this. You didn’t really know how to respond to him.

“I am a machine, programmed to help you. Need I remind you that I am not alive?” he said, voice a mixture between gentle and stern.

You glanced at him. His brown eyes were as mesmerising as ever. You sighed, frustrated. The universe worked in cruel ways. He was so stupid, so blind. Blind to your reasons, your emotions, you. However, you thought, maybe, you were being too harsh. He was only an android after all, he couldn’t feel emotions. He wasn’t Deviant.

Only an android. Not alive.

Then why was he better than most humans you knew?

“I can be replaced, Lieutenant,” Connor added as a matter of factly, when you didn't respond after a few moments.

That broke something in you. You stood up, forcing your face to be blank as pain shot through your arm. Emotions were clashing within you, clamoring for attention and you were being torn apart. Anger, disappointment, compassion… love. It was too much. You were overwhelmed and something snapped within you as you stepped off the bed and glared down at him. Any fear of him even catching a glimpse of what you felt for him was thrown into the wind as you looked into those eyes.

“Just. Stop. Stop, okay?” you hissed through clenched teeth, holding your arm up in a defensive manner.

You glanced at him fleetingly, eyes clashing with his. He was so oblivious, it killed you.

“You’re.. irreplaceable, Connor,” you half-whispered, the words coming out rushed and unconfident. Not bothering to look at him, you stalked out of the room. You didn't care that your arm still hurt. You couldn't talk to him right now.

Connor watched you leave, trying to process your words and behavior, his mouth agape. What did you mean?

“You're irreplaceable, Connor.”

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Honestly | {p.p.}

A/N: okay so this is freakin cute and I love it sm ❤️❤️ this is for @spectacular-spiderboy’s 600 follower celebration!!!! Congrats btw!!!!!!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: “Spoilers.” (its bolded and underlined)

Word Count: 4481

Warnings: sass, cussing, cold, hypothermia, blood??? there’s fluff if you squint

Summary: so basically they’re arch nemeses and they have to go on a mission together and stuff happens and (spoilers ;))

(GIF’s not mine!! It’s @starksparker ‘s!!)

“Little Stark.” Peter Parker welcomed you coldly as you sat in between MJ and Ned at your lunch table, you roll your eyes. “Webslinger.” You snark, setting down your lunch tray and backpack, you pulled out your book and began to read. MJ snickered, shaking her head as she read over your shoulder, Ned sighed as he continued to explain something to Peter. “You know, just because memes are a viral language doesn’t mean you have to spew them from your mouth 24/7.” You say blankly, and Ned snickered. Peter snorted. “I don’t talk in memes, Y/N, for your information. Keep reading your stupid book.” “Reading Agatha Christie is stupid, really? She’s the best, that’s the tea.” “I’m gonna kill you.”

You and Peter Parker weren’t exactly friends, but you were arch nemeses. You hated each other, but not enough to kill each other, but both of you were very competitive. Sure, you’ve tried to strangle him but he was lucky your father was there to save him. You both fight each other to be the best in your father’s eyes, even though he thinks both of you are the best, but he won’t stop you. You know that he finds it funny, but that won’t stop you; that little Spider-Prick is trying to steal your spotlight. Tomorrow was Saturday, and that meant a mission for you. You figured it would be a perfect time to show how strong you are to your father and his colleagues; you were ready for tomorrow. You were accompanying Steve, Bucky, and Tony to Siberia to locate and destroy old Hydra bases; something easy since the Avengers had just killed off the rest of Hydra two weeks ago. You had fought in the battle with Bucky, and unfortunately, Spider-Man. You hated him with a burning passion, you wanted to squish him just like one of his spider-kin. That was your only goal as of then.

*** “Shit, it’s cold.” You muttered as you glanced over the temperature on the Quinjet. It had displayed the temperature around the grounded jet to be two degrees Fahrenheit, and you were suddenly regretting your begging and pleading. “Regretting being with the big leagues, Y/N?” Peter joked from across the Quinjet, and you rolled your eyes. “I was with the big leagues before you even knew about the Avengers.” You mocked him, rubbing in his face that you knew them longer and better than he ever will. You glanced over your shoulder to Peter, who rolled his eyes as the three adults were unbothered. Tony was getting set up to leave, you were swatting away your nervousness about the cold. The sun was due to rise in an hour, and yet everyone was quiet, Tony was nervous about you going but you assured him time and time again that you were going to be fine. He was in his suit, while you were in your leather suit; it mirrored Natasha’s since you’ve been training with her since you were ten. She was (and is) your best friend, you’ve always wanted to mirror her. Steve and Bucky were ready to go, and so was Peter. He was just waiting for your father to lead. “Alright, let’s get a move on. We’ll be in two groups. Barnes, Steve, and I will be going in first and we’re going right, you two are to go to the left. When we get at least a hundred feet away, you are to start patrolling. If you find something, call me. If you’re in trouble, call me. If you can’t find us on the map, don’t call me. Just come back to the Quinjet. We are to meet here by dusk. Is that clear?” Tony’s voice was harsh, commanding, and you nodded. So did Peter, he glanced to you before looking to your father, you scoffed. You didn’t backtalk your father, you knew better. You just questioned his sanity with putting you and your arch nemesis on the same team. He glanced to you, giving you the ‘don’t be a prick’ glare he always does before he pulled on his Iron Man helmet, its lights coming to life with a flash of white light. You get up from your seat, and you grabbed your backpack that sat near your feet. You slid your bag onto your shoulders, then you walked towards the massive open pantry where your white, fleece and wool poncho hung. You grabbed it and pulled it on, just in time, seeing that Tony had now began to open the back of the Quinjet. You felt the absolutely frozen air hit you in the face and you shivered, only to pull up the hood on your poncho and place your hands in its giant pocket. It was basically a massive sweatshirt without sides and was amazingly warm, but it still felt like you got hit in the face with a bunch of ice cubes. You fished out your own mask, one that encapsulated the front of your face except for your forehead, and placed it on your face, hearing it automatically click onto your leather suit underneath. Your hand slid up the right side of your head, pressing the small button twice to power it on. A bright light flashed, and now the dark outside was green, but you could see everything. You could see some screens of your health and locations of Tony, Steve, Bucky and ‘Spiderling’, as well as their health statuses. You had this because you were the most trained medically, other than Doctor Strange and Bruce. But on this mission, you were playing first responder. Your boots sounded heavy against the metal, seeing that you were the last one aboard. But, you were walking down the ramp right after Bucky, who was in a Bomber Jacket. As long as you’ve known the secluded assassin, you’ve had the common ground of hating any temperature below sixty degrees. He was now catching up to Steve and Tony, who were almost fifty feet ahead, while you slowly felt the first crunch of snow underneath your boots. You were now three feet away from the ramp, and you looked to your right to see Peter glancing around. He was only a few feet away, but he was admiring the view through his glowing masked eyes. You shook your head, as you heard the ramp begin to close, leaving you and Peter alone in the unforgiving cold. Peter coughed slightly, before he looked back down to you. “Are...Are you ready to go?” You shrugged, the wind nipped at your nose and cheeks. “I’m ready to patrol with an actual Avenger.” He scoffed, you could hear his eyes rolling. “Whatever. They’re almost two hundred feet out, we might wanna head our way.” You shook your head again, and you turned towards the left, starting to walk towards the snow-blanketed forest. The crunch of snow began to double as Peter followed you, and he soon caught up to you, walking step by step with you. “So, what are we even supposed to look for?” Peter asked, and you scoffed. Of course he would forget. “We’re looking for any buildings that look like they’re rundown, it’s one of the main ways to camouflage. Dad and Steve and Bucky are going North, there was more of them up there. There was only one or two on the map that I saw around our location.” You spoke through the comms, blinking widely to look around the forest. Sunrise was due in an hour, so it was still severely dark in the forest, but your night vision made it perfect to see everything. Spiderling had half-night vision, since his eyes are too delicate to use a higher rate of night vision like you and your father can (Aka, you and your father spend days in front of computers, it’s not surprising). “Do you want me to get on the trees and look for the buildings?” Peter suggested, you rolled your eyes. “I’m not climbing up a tree to fix a broken wrist, you’re staying on the ground with me, you fuckin’ weirdo.” You barked harshly, yet quietly, as not to alert anyone in the vicinity. “Wow, don’t have a better insult?” Peter giggled, and you rolled your eyes. He always riled you up. “I will put your night vision at full max and kill your vision.” “Woah woah woah, kids, don’t kill each other yet.” You hear Bucky’s voice in your earpiece, and you growled in distaste. “We’re getting snow up here, just a flurry. I’ll contact you if it get worse.” You huffed, cradling yourself even tighter to keep your cold body warm.. “Okay, be safe. Going offline, emergency contact will reach only me.” “Good luck, kids. Call us if you need us.” Bucky’s voice then disappeared, as you shut off your signal. You looked to your right at Peter, he cocked his head to the side. “Turn off your signal, dude. They’ve got signal readers for a reason.” You rolled your eyes before looking ahead as you walked through the freezing forest. But that’s when you saw movement. “Shit.” The air around the two of you tensed, as you see a figure appear around a tree, and you bolted forwards. Your hand went straight to your waist, where your weapon belt was concealed by your poncho. Peter was right on your heels, both of you were quick and agile, taking down the Hydra bases would be a piece of cake. But, you had be faster with this guy, it felt like he was already a mile ahead. “This guy’s fast, take to the trees, Spiderling.” You commanded, and Peter yelled a short, “You got it!” as you heard the rustle of trees and a deep crunch of snow. Your hand grabbed the small cylinder that was strapped to your belt and you yanked it down, and your fighting stick, as you called it, was ready to beat someone’s ass. It was made out of Vibranium, it was a gift from Princess Shuri in Wakanda. And it was your favorite weapon by far, since it only took a few hits to take Peter down (he was taking it easy on you, but you didn’t need to know that). Your hand gripped it tightly as you followed the man, but you always checked your surroundings. You kept your eyes on him as you followed him through trees, until you both reached a massive clearing that extended down the Belukha Mountain and into the Atlai Mountain Range. It was like a path, like going down a hiking trail with a path. It was just snow, down a winding, wooded path to the massive valley. The guy had looked back to you for a split second, slowing down, and you gained at least three feet towards him before he sprinted down the mountain. You sprinted after him, down the dangerous path. It was slick, and you knew you were going to break a bone if you didn’t land right. But you pressed on, sliding down some of the path and cutting every curve of the path through the trees. He was closer now, he was growing tired and you weren’t; your stamina was higher than Natasha’s, you could run a lot longer than Sam or Tony. You were ready to pounce on this guy, but you didn’t see the gun he was pulling from his waistband until he turned a sharp corner into the forest, while you almost hit a tree. Your feet slipped and your head almost hit the stump of the tree, and you let out a sharp growl in shock. You looked towards the direction he was going, only to growl in dismay. Your hand went to your mask, and you pressed the communication button that went to Peter. “Fuck, I lost him.” “Where are you? I lost sight of you ten minutes ago.” Peter’s voice was a little distorted, and you began to breathe heavily from the sudden stop. “I don’t know, I’m down the mountain, there’s this winding path. Where are you? Your comm sounds distorted.” You sighed, placing your hand on your hip. Peter sighed. “Is it snowing there?” You looked up and around, seeing the daze of massive snowflakes, slowly falling to the ground. You cleared your throat. “Yeah, why?” “It’s like a fucking blizzard here, I’m webbing away and I think I’m close to the path you’re talk about. Stand in the middle of it, I shou-” You didn’t hear him after you suddenly heard gunshots, and you bolted forwards, out of the forest and down the mountain again. You didn’t even look back as you heard a flurry of bullets zip past you, you ran fast and hard, cutting curves and through the trees. You wanted to stay and fight, but you’d rather not get shot...again. Last time, it was hella painful. “Kinda can’t do that!” You squealed, as you grabbed onto a tree to swing yourself around a curve. “Got someone shooting at me!” “On it!” Peter answered sharply, and you kept running. The bullets kept coming and coming, your heart was in your throat and your head was pounding. You held onto your staff tightly, as you looked around as you sprinted through the trail. You couldn’t see buildings, anything other than trees. “Keep running, Y/N, I see ‘em. Don’t stop ‘til I tell you, yeah?” “Whatever keeps me un-shot!” You screeched, before diving through a wall of trees and back into the obstacle of the forest. It was only twenty feet until the cleared area of the path was placed, but you could hear the gunshots suddenly stop. You kept going, though, your feet were growing tired but you kept going until you heard Peter say, “Stop running, Y/N. You’re in sight.” You slammed to a stop as you jammed your staff into the snow, slowing you down immediately. Your hands gripped the staff so tightly, you could feel your pulses in them. In fact, you could feel your pulse everywhere, but mostly on your side. You let out some heavy breaths as you heard Peter’s footsteps and his commentary, “Shit, the snow’s coming. I was up there a few minutes ago and it was turning into a blizzard, that means Mr. Stark- Shit, you’re bleeding!” You looked to Peter, a confused look on your face. “I’m not fuckin’ bleeding-” You looked down to your white poncho, only to see that red was seeping through on your right side, and that was when the pain hit you like a train. It was burning, but yet it was freezing due to the blast of cold Siberian air. “Oh fucking fuck, come on!” Peter didn’t laugh, he only moved forwards and grabbed your shoulders, making you look to his mask. He moved you backwards to a tree, and forced you down, you let out a loud squeal in pain. He mumbled his apology as he pulled back your poncho to see how bad it was. But he looked back to you, then towards the gray mountain. It was supposed to be sunrise in half an hour- “Shit, the storm’s coming in.” Peter muttered before he looked at you. You were breathing heavily, your staff still in hand, seeing that he forced you to drag it away from where you stabbed it into snow. “I-I looked on the map before I found you, there’s an abandoned warehouse down a little ways. It’s not Hydra, it was cleared a couple weeks ago, the bases we’re looking for are farther up but I’m not taking you into the storm.” You growled, glaring at him through your mask. “We need to get back to the Quinjet.” “But we can’t. We could get ambushed or get separated. That wound needs attention in somewhere where it isn’t almost twenty mile per hour winds. Can you stay here alone for a bit?” He spoke harshly, and you kind of bit your tongue. You knew you couldn’t argue, so you nodded. He sharply nodded back before saying, “I’ll be back in less than ten minutes.” And he looked up, shot his webs, then he was gone again. You sighed out a pained breath, placing your poncho closer to your body. You moved up against the tree, remembering that your backpack was still strapped to your back as you moved against it. You growled in pain, looking around to see if anyone was coming after to you. But, you didn’t have to wait long when you saw the red and blue suit appear in front of you once more. His hands pulled you from your spot, and carefully into his arms. You hissed in pain, wanting to punch him for picking you up but you know he was doing it to protect you. *** After Peter had patrolled the warehouse, he was back with you at the backwall of the massive warehouse he had found. It was as tall as a two story house and was as long as three houses, give or take. But, you sat at the backwall, cleaning the graze with some alcohol pads you had in your first aid kit. He was watching you bandage yourself up, and holding your flashlight for you. You both were silent, as you cut the bandages with your Swiss knife, and placed the excess and your knife back in your backpack. You looked to Peter, who sat only two feet away from you. Your back was against the wall, pain running through your body, and you wanted to curl into a ball and cry, but you wouldn’t let Peter see you weak and vulnerable. Peter cleared his throat as he turned off the flashlight, now the only light left around you guys was the glowing snow outside. It was like a hurricane of snow, a white blanket was on every window and the wind howled against the warehouse. “Karen says that you’re getting colder, didn’t you bring some clothes with you?” You nodded, and Peter grabbed your bag from you, only to pull out the small blanket and sweatshirt you brought. He sighed. “I know those looks, Y/N, but I can’t let you get hurt or die. I’m being nice because we are alone and we have no contact with Mr. Stark. I’ve been trying to call them but it won’t get through, so we’re on our own.” Peter huffed sharply. “So, quit being a bitch for a few seconds, would you?” You blinked at him, then you rolled your eyes before reaching for your bag. The pain began to flare up and you winced, falling back to the wall. “Whatever, you fuckin’ prick. Gimme my bag.” You snarled softly, but your voice wasn’t as intimidating as it usually was. Peter pushed the bag to you with his foot, and you looked at him, seeing your hoodie in his hands. “And my sweatshirt. I had to take the top of my suit off, gimme my sweatshirt.” He tossed it to you before he turned around, giving you the chance to take off your poncho and you slid on your sweatshirt. You dug into your bag and grabbed your thin pair of sweatpants, and you took off the rest of your suit. You slid on your sweatpants with some difficulty of moving your butt up from the ground. After you were settled in some clean clothes, you placed your poncho on your legs as you sat Indian style. “You can look now, I’m in my clothes.” Peter turned back to you, and gazed at you for a moment, only to say, “Do you have any food?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why?” “I checked the radar and the snowstorm is gonna last a day or two.” He sighed, and he pulled his mask off, his hair now shooting out in fluffy curls. His eyes met your’s and your heart sunk. He looked scared. The both of you went silent, now you could hear the wind grate against the warehouse. You shuddered, looking to Peter, who was looking anywhere else but you. He looked like he was shivering a little bit, his hands were on his arms. You both sat there for a few moments, and you felt a little guilty. You were in new clothes, you had something to keep you warm while Peter had his suit; that was it. You sighed. “You can sit by me, I’m not gonna bite. We both have to stay warm.” You pat the spot to your left, to make sure your injury wasn’t irritated. He looked at you hesitantly, but you shrugged, giving him a soft look before he gets on all fours to crawl over to you. He settled a few inches away from you, but you didn’t mind. Back home, you would’ve been trying to strangle him by now; now, you’re glad that he saved your life. Your eyes were growing heavy, and you sighed. “Did you make your signal send to Dad or one of the supers?” “Yeah, Karen’s sending it every ten minutes-” “Ms. Stark, your core body temperature is getting close to 95 degrees Fahrenheit.” You hear Karen from Peter’s suit, and you grumbled. How were you this cold already? The two of you have been in this place for an hour, and you had layers on- Oh yeah, there is a severe draft coming from somewhere. That and your leather suit doesn’t do shit for keeping you insulated. “Shit.” peter muttered, before he turned to you, looking softly. His eyes met yours and you swallowed the lump in your throat from being so close to Peter. “My suit has a heater.” You narrowed your eyes. “And?” It wasn’t long after that when Peter leaned forwards and hugged you to him. He used one arm to pull the poncho over both of you, and he scooted down to lay on the floor. He pulled you with him, letting you lay on your left side as he grabbed the blanket and draped it over the poncho, trying to keep you warm. His one arm was underneath your left side, as your cheek was pressed onto his chest, your leg awkwardly across his, and your arms were awkwardly around him. You wanted to go jump off the mountain, but, you did see how gentlemanly he was being. Trying to keep you warm, saving your life… Silently flirting with you. Oh yeah, he thinks you haven’t noticed the winks or casual flirting, but this… This makes you feel weird. You didn’t know why but it felt… right to be like this. You banished your thoughts for the rest of the night, as you drifted into slumber. *** “Y/N, come on, get up.” Peter shook you awake as gently as he could, and you mumbled, “Why?” as you softly sat up from your position on top of Peter. Your side burned and ached but it was dull, your mind was spinning and you felt very cold. “Your temperature’s getting too low. You’re gonna have to wear my suit.” He says gently as he sits up in front of you, and you feel a cold chill run up your spine. Your mind was spinning still, but you hazily nodded as you let Peter help you stand. His hand were gentle as they turned you around so he could change, and you looked up and stared at the rest of the empty warehouse. It was dark now, the snow still blanketed the windows and you wanted to curl back up against Peter. Woah woah woah, I don’t like Peter like that- Don’t argue with yourself, bro, you have to admit that he’s cute. He’s not cute! He’s a lazy prick- “Y/N, here.” He grabbed your hand, which made you jump, but you didn’t turn around. You could now feel the soft suit in your hand, and you softly gripped it. “I’m turning around now.” You began to strip, only to question Peter. “What about clothes for you?” “I’ll just wear your sweats and hoodie. I’ll be fine.” “You’ll freeze.” You bark softly, as you took off the sweatpants, only to place your left foot in the suit and you instantly felt the heat. “Doesn’t matter to me.” You pulled the suit on your legs and on your arms, pulling it on your shoulders. You pressed the Spider emblem, which when encased you in its warmth. You grumbled as you threw your sweats and hoodie over your shoulder, bending down to get them made your body ache. “It should, Peter. You shouldn’t just give me your suit, I’m your enemy outside of the Avengers. We hate each other. We’ve never stopped hating each other, and I’m sure it’ll never change.” Peter didn’t speak after that, he only tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and he didn’t look at you as he laid back down on the floor, you followed suit. You laid back down on his chest, your leg wasn’t over his, your arm wasn’t over his chest. Only your head was there, listening to his racing heart. “It’s  true, Peter.” You say softly, gazing at your sweatshirt on the boy. Peter took a deep breath. “I wish it wasn’t.” Your eyes widened, but you didn’t move to look at him. Your breath hitched, you could hear his heart pound as he continued. “I wish we could’a been friends, Y/N. I hate fighting with such a wonderful person, I wish I didn’t have to be such a dick to you. I fucking hate being such a dick to a girl so smart and awesome like you.” He half chuckled. “Here’s some fuckin’ spoilers, I like you. I like you a fuck ton of a lot and I know you hate me with your stone cold heart, so let me just say that I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you and now, I can’t let you get hurt because it hits me like a train, because spoilers, I love you, okay? I fucking love you and I hate hating and fighting with you and I just want it to stop, okay? Can we just stop being enemies and be on good terms? Can you get that through your brain?” You couldn’t feel anything in your body. Your breath hitched when he said the ‘L’ word and you wanted to scream into a pillow. He just cussed you out, restarted your relationship with each other, and confessed his feelings for you? You felt like you hit your head too hard, but you were on Cloud Nine because your heart was racing too. Your head moved from his chest and you hovered over him, eyes almost glazed with tears as you raced forwards, smashing your lips to his without a second thought.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe starting something good would be better than trying to kill each other.

[thewackywriter]

I’m Here

Billy Hargrove x Y/N

Summary: How would things be different the night that Billy went over to the Byers if he had a girlfriend?

A/N: Happy Sunday!! This will be the last day that I post my daily writings!! From now on, I will be posting one shots on Tuesdays and Fridays!! I will be writing for requests on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday! Thank you all for all the support this summer!! I’ve been writing for about a month now and I’ve enjoyed every day of it!! This post is for @spectacular-spiderboy writing challenge!! Check out my masterpost to see all my writings for the past month!! Requests are CLOSED (until tomorrow) and feedback is appreciated!! Enjoy!

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“Hey babe, listen I can’t make it tonight. My dad is being a dick because Max is missing, so now I’ve gotta go find the little brat. Maybe we can go tomorrow?” Billy asked his girlfriend from the Wheeler’s house phone. He had been hoping to find Max quickly so he could still make their date, but clearly she was great at hiding.

“Yeah, no worries. Do you think she’s okay? Do you need help looking for her?” He smiled at her caring nature. He wasn’t sure how the town’s newest partying bad boy ended up with the sweet girl next door, but they had been steady for three months now and still going strong. He knew even before he got together with her that she was one of the most caring people, always looking after her friends and family, but seeing it first-hand blew his mind sometimes. She would bring him lunch, help him with his homework, and always offer him a place to stay if things got rough at home. She even went as far as to care about Max, always asking her how her day was and acting as an older sister.

He quickly responded, “Nah, I’m all good. I’m hoping to find her quick and drop her off at home before heading to your place for the night, that okay?” 

He could tell she was smiling when she responded, “Of course, Billy. I’ll see you when you get here. Bye.” With the click of the phone, Billy flashed one more smirk at Mrs. Wheeler before heading out to his car, hoping to find Max and get her home as quick as possible.

Early that next morning, Billy stumbled to Y/N’s front door before knocking. He knew that her dad was away on business and her mom was working the morning shift, so he wasn’t worried about what they would think if they came to the door. He was more worried about what she would think when she saw him

The smile on her face immediately dropped at the sight of his busted up face when she opened the door. “What the hell? Billy, what happened? Come in, let me go get some bandages.” She ushered him in before rushing to the bathroom and grabbing some gauze and a washcloth. He didn’t say anything as she started cleaning his face and bandaging his face. He finally looked up at her when she finished.

“I did something really stupid last night. I did something bad. Really bad. I was just so mad, it was like I was seeing red. You’re gonna be so mad. We should just end things now while you can still look at me the same way.” She held her hands up as he rushed through his words, already starting towards the door. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Billy, stop. What’s going on? Just talk to me. We’re in this together, but I need to know what happened.” He paused before turning around and taking a seat next to her, placing a hand on her thigh.

“Look, the first thing you need to know if that I already regret it. I feel really bad. So I was looking for Max, right? Turns out she was at the Byers house, but she wasn’t alone. It was her and all these middle school guys and fuckin’ Steve Harrington, so it was sketchy. Plus, Steve was trying to hide the fact that she was there. She was already disobeying me by talking to that Lucas kid, so I thought I’d talk some sense into him. I...I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall and told him to stay away from Max. Then Steve came back and we started fight. I kicked his ass, not that it’s important. Then Max fuckin’ drugged me with some shit and threatened me before I passed out. I woke up and my car was gone, so I walked here. You know the rest.”

A series of emotions went through her throughout his story, from anger to pain to sadness. When she didn’t speak up, he continued, “I regret everything. I’ll fix things, I promise. I’ll apologize to Harrington and the kid, I’ll do whatever it takes. Just please don’t leave me. I’ve got a shit family and shit friends, you’re basically the only good thing in my life. Please, just say something.” She sighed before she stood up and started pacing. Finally, she stopped in front of him.

“You need anger management. It’s a problem Billy and you need help. I think therapy would be good too, but I won’t push it. The anger though, I won’t lie and say it doesn’t scare me. I mean I know you would never to me, but it’s not even just about the fighting. You’re angry all the time and you need to figure out a way to deal with it. You also need to apologize to Steve, Lucas, and Max. You know what you did was wrong, they need to know that you know that too. That’s my deal. You do those things, and I’ll stay. I want to help you Billy, but you need to want to that help too.”

She was surprised when Billy bent over and put his elbows on his knees before placing his head in his hands and crying. Over what, she wasn’t sure. There were so many options, from the events that night, to her words, maybe even his parents. She walked over before placing a hand on his head running her fingers through his hair. She used her other hand to gently rub his back. “Sh, it’s okay. We’re gonna figure this out, Billy. I’ve got you, I’m here now. I’m gonna fix it. I’m here.”

[timelord-winchester-22b]

Brave; part one

A fic that I wrote for @spectacular-spiderboy for the 600 followers writing challenge. This is the most I’ve wrote in one sitting in a long time. I think I’m coming back guys.

as for the warnings, let’s see...: implied torture, panic attack, anxiety? a lot of fear. I don’t know how to do this... Tell me if I missed anything.

I snatched up prompt #2 “Run, don’t look just... run” and wrote something with the Tenth Doctor. A very long something...

Word count:  2754 out of 6301 (whoops)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (on it’s way)

brave adjective Having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear or difficulty. Having or showing courage.

You were surprised, to say the least, when you stepped out of the Tardis, parked at the edge of a forest, to be greeted with two familiar faces. Two very familiar faces, in fact. It was as if you’d walked right up to a mirror when they approached you. You subtly shifted yourself just behind the Doctor, your hand finding his in a way that was unnoticable to any but yourselves, hidden by his coat. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled as he greeted the two before you. You had both found yourself face-to-face with prefect replicas of yourselves. Down to the last stray hair of the Doctor’s or the very precise piece of thread from the rip in your jeans.

They greeted you both with smiles and you could see nothing but sincerity from them. That eased your initial discomfort and you smiled in return as the Doctor leaned down slightly to your level to speak to you.

“This species shapeshifts and whenever they meet someone new of another species, they take the new persons form” He explained to you, smiling his ‘brilliant’ smile. “It used to be a kind of defence mechanism. Because who’d be able to hurt someone once they were looking at themselves? These days it’s just a formality to them, it’s polite. Well, brilliant really, but easy enough to tell the difference once you know how to spot it”

“How’s that?” You asked curiously, tilting your head as you looked over the copies. “They’re very well done” The two smiled, taking your compliment.

“Well they look the same on the outside, but they can’t change anything from the inside” He explained. Few key differences. For example, this one right here?” He pointed to the copy of himself. “Still only has one heart” You looked between both Doctors, both of which smiled kindly at you, and grinned yourself.

“Cool” You nodded, understanding.

”The formality the Doctor explained of them taking your form turned out to be a formal greeting. It was something they did for tourists, which they had recognized you as, but you weren’t entirely sure it wasn’t just so they could show off as soon as you got there. Still, you supposed, they got the job done. You were impressed. But they went back to their own forms once you’d entered the city with them. They showed you around and you couldn’t help but see the similarities to your own home. You spotted a grocery store and took notice of people inside slipping a long black strip of what seemed to be plastic into a slot as they paid.

The Doctor produced one from his pocket later, and you both went shopping at one of the more open marketplaces. More exciting, he said, and it was. They also seemed to have their own form of street performances, people standing to the side of the road and playing amazing music with instruments you couldn’t recognise. You told each one you stopped to listen to how good they sounded and everyone seemed so friendly. Even when the Doctor stopped to barter with a vendor selling souviner shirts and snowglobes with little people who walked between the buildings inside. The other man seemed friendly enough and you heard the both of them laughing as you wandered off to look at something yourself.

You were looking at some pretty colored crystals and when you looked up, you were startled to find the Doctor’s brown eyes staring back into yours. You jumped in surprise but quickly realised exactly what had happened.

“Sorry” The man smiled. “Didn’t mean to startle you. You must be an off-worlder”

“Yeah, just passing through, exploring” You nodded in agreement. “That’s my friend over there, although you probably already knew that” The man laughed and nodded himself.

“So I see you were interested in some of the spirit stones?”

“Spirit stones?” You questioned politely, your gaze lowering back to the stones on the table between you. The man picked up a deep blue one that reminded you of the Tardis and placed it in your hand as he spoke.You couldn’t help but notice his fingers that brushed yours were warmer than you would call normal.

“Personally, I think this is the one for you” He told you, smiling. Your eyes widened as the stone lit up and seemed to glow at your touch.

“What do you mean?” You would have frowned, but your wonder was far over-shadowing your questions at this point. You would love it even if you didn’t understand.

“This is the spirit of adventure and bravery” The man told you. “It glows like that because, like I said, this is the stone for you. It senses what is inside you, and it can see that what it finds resonates with itself” You looked up to meet his eyes as he laughed a little. “The stone is telling you that you’re brave” You laughed in astonishment, looking down at the little glowing stone in your hand again. “People like them to remind themselves of what is true of them. A spirit stone can’t be biased. It doesn’t lie and it can’t be persuaded. They tell the absolute truth. So if one tells you that you’re kind, or beautiful, or creative, or brave, you can have no reason not to believe it”

“I like that” You mused.

“I like it too” The man nodded.

“How much?” You asked, meeting his eye again.

“Two credits” He told you.

“Oh” You frowned, pulling the plastic strip from your pocket.”That’s with this, right?”

“Wow, you’re really from far away aren’t you?” He laughed good-naturedly. You laughed at the irony that he didn’t even know.

“You have no idea” You simply said. He typed something into a black box device on the end of his table and showed you how to slot the strip inside. There was a small beep and he returned your card to you.

“Thanks, for all of that” You told him.

“Any time” He smiled, giving a small wave as you moved away from his table. You watched the stone as you walked until you felt a presence beside you, and you looked up.

“Hello” The Doctor smiled.

“Hi” You responded. “You are you aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah” He nodded, taking your hand in his. “Two hearts in here, don’t you worry”

“Alright” You nodded, taking mental note of how his hand felt against yours, a cooler temperature than was normal for you. The temperature he always seemed to be at. You wondered sometimes it that was a Time Lord thing or if it was just a him thing.

“Hey, Doctor?” You spoke up as the two of you walked, glancing at things. He hummed in response, swinging your hands between you. “Is everyone here warmer than humans, cos I was talking to one of the vendors and his hands were really warm”

“Oh, yes. Have you noticed how cold it is here?” He asked in place of a response. You nodded, listening attentively. “Well their sun is a bit further away than your sun is to Earth. Gives off just as much light, but just a bit colder on the average day”

“So they’re just evolved for colder days than most humans” You summarized.

“Yeah, exactly” He grinned, his ‘you’re so clever’ grin. You loved categorising his grins in their special circumstances, and each one of them made your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t really describe.

“What’ve you got there?” He asked, pulling you from your thoughts. He was looking down and you followed his gaze to your other hand, which was still closed around the stone. You opened your hand and held it up to show him but before you could speak he had stopped abruptly, gasped in delight and taken your hand to hold it closer.

“A spirit stone!” He cried happily, making you laugh. “What’s this one for?”

“Adventure and bravery I was told” You answered him, taking his hands from yours and passing the stone gently to him. He held it between both cupped hands like it was the most precious thing in the universe. His eyes lit up with the stone when it touched his hands and he grinned up at you. “Ah, knew it” You teased him. “Spirit stone tells no lies” You grinned. He hummed in agreement, looking at the stone one last time before passing it back to you. As it passed from his hands to yours it continued to shine.

“Spirit stone tells no lies” He quoted you back, taking your empty hand and beginning to walk again.

You were leaving the city by the time the sun had set, and you looked upwards at the stars as you both made your way back to the Tardis. The Doctor had led you out of the wrong side of the city, so you had been skirting the edge of the forest you knew the Tardis has been at the edge of. It all seemed peaceful until the Doctor pulled you to a sudden stop, startling your gaze away form the stars and squeezing your hand in his. You looked at him, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to you, his eyes searching the darkness around you as he seemed to be listening for something.

“Doct-”

“Shhh” He cut you off urgently. “(Y/N), I’m very sorry, so sorry, but we’re very likely in danger right now” He whispered hurriedly. You looked around, your heart picking up to it’s now familiar panicked rhythm.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned. He still didn’t look at you, looking all around. You noticed the spark of fear in his eyes that took you a while to spot. It was easy now, but impossible for anyone to see had you not known him for so long.That special kind of fear that was most common for you to see in the Doctor. The fear for his friends, for his companion and right now, it was a fear for you. That only made you more scared.

You looked out to where the Doctor was looking but saw nothing. All you could see was darkness around you and the silhouette of the grass and trees behind you. In the distance you could still see the lights of the city and, hold on, what was that? Just barely perceptible, almost too fast for you to notice, the lights went dark and came back on in a wave. No, something was blocking them. It passed again, closer this time and you could hear the light rustle of the grass as it passed, coming closer.

“We should never have come here” The Doctor whispered in horror. “I should have known they’d be here, of course they would”

“Who Doctor?” You demanded, looking up at him. When he finally met your eyes he grabbed your shoulders, making sure you were paying full attention to him, not that it was necessary at the moment.

“Listen to me (Y/N), you have got to run. Go into the forest and keep running, hide. Trust no one you see, not even me. Not until you’re sure it is me, do you understand?”

“Doctor what… what are you talking about?” You gasped out, now fully terrified. You looked towards the city, seeing the shadow pass again, closer.

“(Y/N), you need to go, now” The Doctor insisted, gripping you tighter to get your attention back. You looked at him and he released you, pushing you towards the trees. “Run, don’t look just…” The grass moved again, close enough to be heard clearly as the figure came ever closer.

“Run!”

You ran.

Your feet propelled you into the trees, trying your very hardest to ignore the sounds of struggle behind you. The Doctor was trying to buy you time. Don’t look back. You repeated his words inside your head, a mantra to keep you from going against what he had said. He was so scared, but you couldn’t see one bit of that fear for himself, to a degree you’d never seen before. As far as he knew, he was in no danger. But you were. You knew, for whatever reason you knew you had to listen to him, if only this once. Don’t look back. Run. You climbed over a large fallen log and went to keep running, but skidded to a stop. Go into the forest and keep running, hide. You turned back to the fallen log, moving down the edge of it until you found the very end, to your luck, hollowed out. You breathed the tiniest sigh in relief. Somewhere to hide. Good, that was good.

You crawled inside and once you were suitably hidden, got to work on slowing your breathing. A hiding place would do you no good if your breathing could be heard miles off. It was colder now that it was dark, far colder. You hadn’t noticed it before, occupied with the stars and the Doctor beside you. But now you had neither. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you began shivering, curled up in your hiding spot. One hand clasped around something and you found yourself pulling out the spirit stone. Even cold and hiding in the dark and afraid, you smiled when the stone began to glow.

You quickly hid the glow when you heard a twig snap.

Someone was walking through the forest, not too far from you. You closed both hands around your spirit stone, willing from it what it said you already had. You could just make out the figure some twenty, twenty-five feet away through the opening to your hiding spot. The figure took a few steps, stopped, and looked around. When the call came however, your fear for the figure fell away completely.

“(Y/N)?” The voice called quietly. “(Y/N), it’s safe now, but we have to go. (Y/N)?” You clambered from your hiding spot, the forest floor crunching beneath you as you stood. The figure turned, spotting you.

“I’m here” You spoke up, redundantly you realised. The man ran over and in the faint moonlight you could make out the Doctor’s face when he reached you.

“Oh thank lord you’re okay” He breathed out, his hands holding tightly to your shoulders. “You are okay aren’t you? Not hurt?”

“I’m fine” You assured him. He sighed in relief and one of his hands fell from your shoulder, taking yours. You looked down when the light around you both seemed to dim slightly. You pulled your hand from the Doctor’s, finding the spirit stone in his palm, dimmed. Realisation and horror washed over you like ice cold water and you were terrified once more as you looked up at him, feeling the heat of his hand as he took yours again.

The Doctor’s blood ran cold and he skidded to a halt, fear seeping into his very core when he heard you scream. He was too late, he hadn’t found you first.

“(Y/N)!!!”

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Half light - Banners (Connor x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of mental illness, Angst

Synopsis: Connor just wants to know both sides on Y/N 

Heyoooo the warning is up there for all those who may want them, feel free to ignore them (you rebel, I like you) or listen to them (you warning abiding human, I also like you). So, this fic is for @spectacular-spiderboy‘s 600 follower writing challenge! I hope you enjoy! 

“it makes me feel nervous, you have that look in your eye”

 Connor’s LED blinked yellow, his face showing pure concern while seeing her like this.

You were sitting alone at your desk, the clock displaying 12:46 AM. It was another late night at the DPD filling out what seemed to be endless paperwork. Your hands shook as you tried to complete another file, your erratic breathing evident. Shakily running a hand through the hair that had fallen out of your braid, you looked pale. Too pale.

Connor could tell that your heartrate had accelerated. He’d seen you too many times like this before, taking care of everything else but yourself. You tried to put up a ‘strong woman’ front with everybody in the office, trying to be seen as a super woman of sorts. Able to accomplish everything, not letting anything get to you. But Connor, he could tell that you were deteriorating. Scanning you, he saw that you were severely fatigued and dehydrated. The girl he became deviant for was so focused on everything that she needed to do that she forgot to sleep.

He hated seeing you like this. As a human, you were so fragile. Any need not being met would put your health (or worst-case scenario, your life) at risk.

Yet, you were adamant that nothing was wrong. It was almost as if you had forgotten that Connor could do a full scan of your body to ensure your health needs were met. You’d put on a smile and build a brick wall towards everybody else. He never had the honor or the pleasure of knowing who that real Y/N was. The Y/N when she was sad, anxious, upset, vulnerable. It was at the point that he didn’t know if the happy, bubbly, sarcastic girl was really you.

“When you’re in the half light it is not you I see

And you’ll live a half life

You only show half to me”

Y/N grew up in a troubled home. Her parents divorced in the middle of her childhood. Everyone she loved all grieved over so many losses, so many personal troubles. She has learned that it was best to not bother anyone with her own problems. After all, everybody else already had so much on their plate.

She did have a therapist who she visited frequently, along with a doctor who prescribed her depression and anxiety management medications. It wasn’t that she was trying to avoid getting better, she just didn’t want anyone else knowing what she was battling. She was doing pretty well for herself, too. She had cut down on her drinking, went out for walks more often, tried her best to take time for herself. But what good is any of that when you can’t even get out of bed in the morning.

Sensing an anxiety attack coming on, Y/N grabbed her sedatives from her bag.

“Take two when experiencing beginning symptoms of an anxiety attack or as needed. DO NOT OPERATE ANY VEHICLES WHILE UNDER THE EFFECTS OF THIS MEDICATION. MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS OR DROWZINESS.”

Sighing, Y/N took her water bottle out, and followed the directions on the bottle. She noticed her bottle was still full. She had forgotten to drink anything today. “Shit.” She thought to herself.

Y/N sat back in her chair, taking a couple minutes to let the medication do its magic. It was too late in the night to take public transit, she’d be stuck taking a taxi or walking. Most likely the latter, she couldn’t handle interacting with anybody else right now. Any type of exposure would lead to a full-on meltdown, which is never good when in a stranger’s car.

“Sometimes I join you

Let you wash over me

When we’re in the darkness

Only the blind can see”

 Slowly, but loudly enough not to startle Y/N, Connor walked back into the main office to approach her desk. Quickly, Connor analyzed the bottles in her hand. Venlafaxine XR 150 milligrams: a potent, short lasting Serotonin and Norepinephrine Reuptake Inhibitor, and Clonazepam 2 milligrams: a strong sedative in the benzodiazepine family. Both psychotropic medications.  

Connor cleared his throat, hoping to gently catch your attention. After seeing you trying to hide a panic attack at the DPD, he read that using slow, quiet and gentle approaches work best for someone in distress.

“All you all right, Y/N?” Connor asked gently, purely out of care and concern.

Y/N’s head shot up as her eyes widened. “Shit,” she thought, “I thought I was alone.”

“Of course, I just have a headache. Not ideal when you have a case load bigger than a house, with a porch and a fence.” Y/N chuckled, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“I am not sure if you are in the best space for me to be blunt with you right now-“

Y/N cut Connor off. “Fire away.” She leaned back in her office chair, placing her palm over her forehead.

“Although a headache may very well be present, your symptoms point more strongly towards an oncoming anxiety attack. I’m really worried for you Y/N.” When he got no response, he sighed, grabbing an office chair from another desk. “Can I sit with you?” He asked politely.

“Be my guest” Y/N gave him a weak smile, attempting to show appreciation for his caring acts.

 “Can you shake it off for me?”

 Connor sat down beside her. Turning to her he asked another question, “Is there anything you need that I can do for you?”.

Y/N stopped for a moment. She hadn’t been asked that question in so long. She wasn’t being pressed to talk about what she was feeling, it was an open offer. She let out a long sigh that somehow turned into a chuckle. Damn it, his actions started making her choke up.

“I really just need a hug if that’s not too much to ask.” She said, somehow defeated. All of those years she spent building that guard up, miraculously seemed to vanish, and she was left in a vulnerable state.

“Anything to make you truly happy.” Connor stood up, gently holding Y/N’s arms to guide her up. To him, in this moment, she seemed so fragile. Like any sudden movement would cause her to break. Slowly, he pulled her in, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Like a pin poking a balloon, Y/N just let everything go. She began to sob, muttering little comments on how everything was becoming too much. Heavily sobbing, she noticed this meltdown felt different. It felt like a release, like weight had been lifted off her chest. For the first time, she wasn’t alone.

As if Connor had read her mind, he whispered softly, “You are never alone in this world. Nobody is.”

Stifling through her sniffles, she choked out one witty comment. “How could anyone be with all these damned security cameras. The government surveys all.”

Connor let out a chuckle. Hearing her make a humorous joke regardless or the bad situation proved to him that his Y/N was still there. “Conspiracy time is not now.”

“Every time is conspiracy time.”

Connor tried to sound as robotic as possible. “I have been programmed by cyberlife and the government to politely disagree with you.” For the first time in the past couple days, Y/N let out a laugh. A real one.

“Words cannot express how much I appreciate you. Truly.”

In that moment they looked into each other’s eyes. That feeling, the urge to kiss was there. But, Connor refrained, not wanting to take advantage of the distressed girl. Smiling softly, he kissed the top of her head, in a romantic but still somewhat friendly manner.

“I’m always here for you, it doesn’t matter what time of day or night it is. It’s not like I sleep, anyways.” Connor reassured, while squeezing her shoulders with one arm, rubbing her back with his free hand. “Let’s take you home, you’ve had a late night.” Connor decided.

Taking Y/N out of the building, Connor led her to the car that Hank had help him buy. Opening the passenger side door for her, she climbed in. Soon enough, he was in the driver’s seat, and they headed back to Y/N’s house.

Arriving at their destination, Y/N climbed out of the car with Connor following suit after shutting off the engine. Y/N unlocked her front door, greeting her cat as she walked in.

“I think you should get to bed, maybe call in sick tomorrow morning.” Connor suggested.

“I think that sounds fucking lovely right now.” Y/N signed, as she walked over to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed.

“I’ll let you get changed.” Connor closed the door, waiting patiently on the other side. When Y/N gave the all-clear, he headed in to see her curled up under her duvet.

“Stay with me tonight, please. If it’s not too much to ask, I don’t want to be alone. I have some baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt you could borrow.”

Hesitantly, Connor agreed. Taking the clothes and going to the bathroom to change, he came out soon after and crawled into bed with her. Taking her into his arms, he felt his thirium pump beat in a way it never did before. After much thought, he decided that this is what love felt like. He loved Y/N.

“Thank you, Connor. I don’t know what I could do to repay you for this.” Y/N whispered, appreciatively.

“Just let me get to know the other half of Y/N.”

“It’s a deal.”

With that, Y/N dozed off. That night, she slept better than she had in months.

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Something I Shouldn’t Feel

Title: Something I Shouldn’t Feel |Bucky Barnes x Reader|

Description: A dream about you has Bucky worried and clouds his judgement. Confronting him about not being allowed on the mission due to his opinions you find him acting even odder than usual.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Possibly Angsty?

Authors Note: This is my one shot for Sadie’s 600 Followers Writing Challenge. I hope it’s not too horrible and that you enjoy it. Congrats on you 600 followers @spectacular-spiderboy ! {P.S. I have a second one coming next week. It has nothing to do with this story but it uses the same prompt. You’ll be tagged. Fair warning. Mwahahahaha?}

Prompt Used: 30: “Something’s here. Something got in.”

Words: 1,584

Other: On Wattpad

"Bucky that place is going to blow any second you need to get out of there!" Steve yelled into the mic informing Bucky through the ear piece he was wearing. Bucky picked up his speed making his way towards the doors to get out of there. Honestly he couldn't remember if this was supposed to be a simple mission or what but for some reason it suddenly got twenty million times harder. His head turned to look behind him as an explosion went off.

"Hurry up [Y/n]! We need to get out of here!" he yelled at you a feet behind him. His feet never stopped moving just as you continued trying to catch up. The closer he got to the door the slower you appeared to be going and the more explosions erupted at a time. The more he thought about it, he wondered when you even got there.

Normally you never went on missions with him, let alone anyone. A lot of the time you were just the one who would get intel on people just before anyone would go and make them disappear if they appeared to be a threat. Sure there were times where you were compromised and fought your way out of it but this was different this wasn't anything like those types of missions.

Just as he got to the door he turned around to see where you were. The moment his eyes landed on you something like a rocket flew up from the floors beneath the both of you and popped two of the grates right off causing the platforms you were running on to become unstable. Sliding to a stop look around for some other escape. "Bucky!" you breath out feeling your heart pounding hard in your chest. The jump was too far to make for you and there was no way to go except back, which meant no way out.

"[Y/n]" his eyes scanned the area before him trying to find a way to get you to him. Not trying, wishing for another way to appear to allow you to reach safety. He licked his lips getting as close to the edge as possible. "Jump! I'll catch you, just jump." His eyes pleaded with your to do as he said. There shouldn't have been any hesitation with how often you two trained with one another, Bucky would never let you fall regardless of who won or not. If you tripped on anything when he was around he'd make sure to stabilize you and see if you were okay. If you got knocked out he'd take care of whoever knocked you out before finishing his own fight and get you to safety as soon as he could even if it meant that he'd abandon his own mission. Any fight he'd take your side on, even if you were wrong. He always had your back and you knew that, so why were you hesitating?

Just as you got on your feet and took a step back to try and get a running start it seemed another explosion sounded just before it look out the grate behind where you were. "Bucky?" You say looking back at him away from where the metal was giving way. The second lasted for what seemed like eternity as you fell right before his eyes.

"No!" he yelled at the top of his lungs trying to grab you despite being too far to do anything. His blue eyes watched you fall to your death just before another blast sent him flying back into the door.

The moment his back hit the door his body rose straight up off the bed. His heart pounding wildly in his chest threatening to escape at any second. His body drenched in cold sweat and his eyes wide staring at the foot of the bed with tears spilling down his cheeks. As he went through his thoughts he tried to think about what actually happened and where he was, how he got there, and if he truly had lost you the way he saw.

He inhaled deeply and right afterwards exhaled the same air trying to collect all this information only to be unsuccessful. A faint knock made it's ways to his ears before the door opened. "Buck."

His head turned to looked at the fully opened door. "Steve." he started shifting on the bed throwing his legs over the side and sitting up straight.

"We need to talk." His words were like a commanders rather than that of a friend. Walking in farther he closed the door behind him softly shutting the world out while they talked.

-Days Later-

"What do you mean we aren't ready? I have been watching these people for months now, I have gathered every piece of information possible to make this mission a success. If we don't act now then we run the risk of more people getting hurt and not even being able to stop them." you argue following Steve around angrily.

"I never said 'we', I said 'you'." he clarified causing you to stop dead in your tracks and stare at him.

"Excuse me?"

"[Y/n], you have been a great help. Believe me, this team appreciates it. But no one believes that you are ready to actually  confront them as a team and get the job done in the amount of time that it needs to be."

"Who said that?" this team has never had an issue with the way you worked. You got the job done without a problem before, yes these people were possibly the most skilled out of all the other people you had to track but it shouldn't matter that much.

"[Y/n]-" Steve sighed about to start his 'you don't need to know' speech.

"-Who said I wouldn't be good enough for this mission?" With the glare you gave Steve it was hard to not tell you. "You know that I won't let it go and I'll make sure to find out who it is no matter what, you might as well tell me NOW!"

"Bucky." you stared at him with disbelief.

"Bucky would never."

"Look, you wanted to know who and I told you. Bucky said that he didn't feel you were fast enough and to be honest I agree with him. Not to mention that you trip over things constantly-"

"-But never on missions."

"Regardless, we just don't want to see you get hurt. Work on your speed and maybe next round we will be able to have you with us on the battlefield." Steve turned and walked down the hall leaving you behind as you tried to gather what all had just been said.

Pressing your lips together you shake your head before turning on your heels and making your way towards where you knew Bucky would be getting ready. Reaching the door you open it without warning and make your way into the room. "Bucky!" you say creating fist with your hands. "What the hell?"

"What? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked turning around and looking at you, at first he was confused but now there was concern.

"What? What do you mean 'are you okay'? Do I look okay to you?" You gesture to yourself looking at him with a glare.

"You look pissed so no."

"You made Steve say that I'm not allowed on the mission and I want to know why." Bucky shut his eyes and sighed.

Pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand he really wished this conversation wasn't happening. "Look [Y/n], can we not have this conversation now?"

"No, you said I was too slow and to much of a klutz. Does me knocking you down all those times during training mean nothing? Do all my other missions where I was quick at mean nothing?"

"I never said any of that." Bucky stated looking right at you pointing a figure. "I never said that you were a klutz or that all your other missions didn't count."

"But you said I was too slow."

"Doll I never said you were slow, I just said you might not be as fast as you should be."

"So slow."

"No." he groaned at your lack of understanding before walking over to you. "Can you just let it go? This is just one mission."

"Why are you so interested in me not going? Do you doubt me being able to take care of myself?"

"Just let it go."

"Not until you tell me why you think I can't handle this mission."

"It's not like that."

"Then what's it like Bucky? What's up with you?"

"Som... Something's here." he sighed shutting the door behind you imprisoning you in the room with him. "Something.. got in."

"Something? What like an intruder?" That had to be why he just closed the door, but why not go and help Steve if someone got in?

"Not exactly." he answered turning to look at you. "It's more like a feeling that I shouldn't feel." Watching you look at him confused he moved his hand over his heart. "Something's here."

"In your heart?" You ask as he walked closer to your and takes you hand gently with his placing it over his chest.

"Your heart." Looking up at him your [c/e] eyes looked into his blue ones unsure of what he was trying to actually tell you. "I've fallen in love with you." he whispered carefully afraid of what reaction he may receive from you.

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RK900- “You do not die until I say so”

So I know it’s really lame but I tried ^^; (sorry in advance for grammatical mistakes, English isn’t my mother tongue)

This is for a writing challenge held by @spectacular-spiderboy

Prompt: “I saw them...they hurt you didn’t they ?”

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death (nothing too graphic)

The mission had been simple, the orders had been simple. So why did it end up like this ? You were honestly beginning to think you were cursed with all the shit you had to go through lately. Barely able to move, barely able to breath, your eyes and body are begging you to rest but you can't. You can't allow it because if you did you were good as dead, litteraly. The bleeding had stopped but you had lost too much blood to even crawl and several bones in your body were broken.

"Figured...I'm gonna die in a place with trash...kinda fits me..."

Laughing proved to be too much effort in this state, only a caugh made it past your lips followed by a thin trail of blood. Breathing was getting harder and harder, staying councious was almost impossible by now. Mind in a dizzy state, your thoughts drifted back to him, your partner. Even dying you were still thinking about him, or maybe it was because you were dying. Sharp grey eyes came into your mind first, they had been the first thing you had noticed about him upon your first encounter. They had almost seemed blue for a second, you had been intrigued the moment you saw him. Cold, indifferent, haughty, he cared for nothing but the mission, everything else mattered little to him. 'Nines'-as you had liked to call him- was a walking blade, the perfect killing machine. You knew from the moment you met this android, that falling for him would result in nothing but misery.

"Yet here I am thinking about him in the verge of death...What a fucking moron..."

Working with the RK900 model had been challenging, dangerous but exciting and rewarding so it had always been worth it -even now it seemed- you enjoyed it. With each new case you managed to discover a bit more about him. The more you had worked with him the more comfortable it became for you. Working side to side with Death itself quickly turned to be normal and even enjoyable.

"I really am insane, haha !"

Still after being in his presence for so long what you thought has a simple crush that would go away with time, only amplified to the point it became more than just a stupid crush. You loved him and you cursed yourself for it because Death can not loved, especially when it was personified by an emotion deprived android, a machine.

"I always wanted to believe he was more than that..."

But he always told you that's what he was, a machine, designed to complete a task and nothing more. Right now you wished you could prove him wrong that he was a liar. You wished he would come and save you, that way you could tell him he was wrong. But you knew it was foolish, for you knew he would do anything to accomplish his mission. Your death meant nothing to him.

"I mean nothing to him."

As harsh as it was, you knew it was true because there was no way in hell he would-

BAM !

"What the fuck ?!"

The sudden explosion sent a rush of adrenaline through your system, allowing you to temporaly ignore the pain you were in. Debris flew near your location but fortunately didn't damage your already broken body. Barely able to understand what was happening, you still managed to hear the sounds of screams and flesh being torn apart. It happened so quickly, stains of red and blue mixing in a beautiful purple in front of you.

"Ah...I'm really loosing it..."

Then everything stopped. Silence took over the large room with only one figure left standing in this sea of purple. You really thought you were actually dead when you recognized who it was. White jacket stained with the blood of androids and humans, LED shinning a bright red. Even from afar you still recognized him. What was he doing here ? Did he...actually come to save you ? Clearing your throat as much as you could in this state you weakly called him, trying to gain his attention. His head sharply turned in your direction, eyes wide and frantic, almost desperate. You never saw this expression on his face, never saw so much emotions.

During in this brief moment you thought he was beautiful.

"Just like an angel of Death."

Upon noticing your presence, the android ran over to you, gracefully avoiding the corpses at his feet. He kneeled at your level, problably checking for all the injuries you had with his scans. The LED on his temple betrayed the indifferent facade he tried to put, changing between red and yellow. Those gray eyes never left yours since he noticed you, it gave a weird feeling of comfort.

" I called an ambulance, they will arrive shortly. You lost a lot of blood and have several broken bones but you will live. - ...Why ? - Detective ? - Why did -caugh- you come here ? You didn't need to save me..."

His eyes hardened again at your words, regaining their usual coldness. No, it was not coldness, it was anger. Nines actually looked angry. For all the time you had been with him he had shown so little emotions. Now, you had witnessed so much in such a short time. What happened for him to act like that ? Worry came over you, worry for the android when you were the one laid on the ground with wounds.

"Nines...are you alright ?"

This time, the question startled him and he looked at you as if you had grown a second head. You weakly smiled at his expression, saving it in your brain to cherish for another time. He looked so cute when he was confused. God, you really fell hard for him...

" ...My wounds are superficial and will be fixed once I contact Cyberlife. You should be more concerned about yours- - Then why do you look so hurt ? - I don't understand- - Your eyes...I saw them. They hurt you, didn’t they? I saw… I saw your face. - ..."

He avoided your gaze and stayed silent for a few minutes, like he didn't want to answer your question. But you didn't need his answer, his lack of only confirmed you were right. He cared, he came to save you because he wanted you to be alive, not because it was part of his mission. Happy, you were so happy he saw you as something more than a pathetic human that he could be replaced easily by another. It almost felt like you were dreaming. His next actions however, completely took you of off guard. In a sudden movement, his head went to rest in the crook of your neck, his chest right against yours. You were sure you would have blushed like hell at it been in any other situation. Yet, his next words surprised you the most and you would remember them till the day your life would end.

" Do not ever try to end your life like this, I'm the only one who has the right to decide when you die. You do not die until I say so."

You smiled and nodded, vaguely registering the sirens behind you and fell asleep in his arms.

[wecanbe-heroes]

I Shouldn’t Be In Love With You - Markus DBH

pairing: Markus x female!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff

a/n: This prompt is for @spectacular-spiderboy ( @connorshero ) 600 follower word challenge! This is the first time I have written Robo Jesus and that is a shame because I love him so much. Enjoy!

Where are they? You bit at your nails, your leg bouncing. Firelight flickered on the curtain separating your little corner from the rest of Jericho’s main area. You had not wanted it, saying that you did not need privacy when none of the android’s got it, but Markus had insisted.

“You’re not an android.” He had told you in his firm but kind tone, putting his hands on your shoulders. “And you need somewhere to belong.” At that you rolled your eyes. Next to him was where you belonged, but he never let you go on missions with him and his crew.

Now, you sat waiting for them to return with the androids released from the stores. You understood why they did not let you go along, but did not agree with it. It was bad enough you were the mayor’s daughter and you had to go and do a stupid thing like run off to help the androids. You were too recognizable and got hurt too easily. So, you were left to take care of the androids left behind.

“They’re back!” You heard one of the girls yell. You almost tripped in your rush to stand and rip open the curtain. Markus was in the lead, with North and Josh to the right and left, and a large group of store androids behind them. They had more than you would have guessed they would get. You saw a few in other uniforms and knew Markus had freed others on the way. His face held an air of determination, but you saw the signs of worry in him.

It took all of your self control to not run to him. You both were leaders and needed to show dignity, but inside you were screaming his name. Hours of waiting and worrying and you still had to be patient. Finally, the androids scattered into smaller groups and Markus walked towards you. As he approached you, you stepped forward and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I was so worried,” You breathed against his neck. His skin was cold from the outside air. “What took you so long?” You pulled back a little, just enough to look into his eyes.

“We ran into some,” Markus paused for a minute, searching for the right words so as not to upset you. “Complications, but nothing North and I could not handle.” He brought his hand to your face and rubbed his thumb across your cheek bone. The two of you stood in that position for a moment, before you took his hand and walked back to your secluded spot, Markus closing the curtain behind him. Not that he needed to, everyone in Jericho knew to leave the two of you alone right after a mission. You knew what everyone thought, but they were wrong.

Markus put his hands on your waist, pulling you close, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your head against him. His chest vibrated as he hummed a song, beginning to dance slowly with you in his arms. You recognized it immediately. It was the one he had been playing on the piano during one of Carl’s parties a few years ago, the first time you had met Markus. He was just a machine then, but you never forgot the look he had in his eyes when you said hello. You sighed, fingers gently playing invisible keys on the nape of his neck. Markus pressed his lips against your head.

It was a few minutes of silence before he spoke again. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” He said quietly, almost low enough for you to miss it, but you didn’t. You knew his doubts and shared them. How could the leader of the android revolution against the humans be himself in a relationship with one?

“And I you,” You replied gently. How could the daughter of the notorious anti-deviant mayor be involved with the android leader? “Yet, here we are.” You took his hand and raised it up, looking over at it. He had removed his artificial skin and his android form was stark white against yours. “And I wouldn’t change this,” you motioned around Jericho with your other hand. “Or this,” bringing his hand to your lips, you kissed his pure knuckles. “For anything in the world.” Then you pressed his hand against your chest, right above your heart.

Markus smiled down at you, his eyes glistening with tears as he felt relieve wash through him. He never doubted his feelings for you, even when he was still a machine. He had known something was different in the way he treated you compared to Carl's other friends, and even Carl. You were part of the reason he became deviant. If he could not defend himself against Leo and others, how would he be able to defend you? Sometimes he doubted your love for him, but knew your arguing was out of fear of him getting hurt.

“It’s late,” he whisper, laying a light kiss on your forehead. “You need sleep.” From his tone, you knew it was no use arguing this time. He was right, you had barely slept the past few days and you were exhausted. Markus released you from his grip and made his way to leave. You grabbed his arm gently, shaking your head.

“Stay with me, please.” You had been without him long enough today and you knew he would have to leave again soon. “The others can take care of themselves for awhile.” You wanted to be selfish for one night.

Markus gave you a small nod and the two of you walked over to your almost too small rickety bed. He laid down first, his back pressing against the ship's wall. Then you climbed onto it, allowing Markus to pull you against him. You put your hand on his cheek, slightly guiding him towards you, and your lips molded together. The two of you finally pulled apart and you snuggled up closer to him, sighing in contentment.

As you began to fall asleep, Markus rubbed small, soft circles on your back. He looked down at you, a small smile gracing his face at how relaxed your features were. Only in sleep did the concern and stress leave you, leaving you looking carefree. Markus knew it would be a long time, if ever, you would look like that while awake. He just knew there would never come a time he would tire of watching you sleep.

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empty threats

characters: connor (dbh) x fem!reader

warning(s): angst?? threats??

word count: 594 words

prompt: “Get away from her, or I’ll tear your heart out through your chest.”

a/n: written for @spectacular-spiderboy‘s 600 follower challenge! I wrote most of this at 3am yesterday morning (after restarting four times with four different ideas) and I’m still not entirely sure how I ended up with this but hey ho! I have ideas and may write a small follow up piece if anybody wants it or I’m in the mood, but for now enjoy, I guess?

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“Let her go.”

There was an unmistakable anger in his voice. Harsh. Desperate. Full of emotion that until recently he hadn’t been able to experience.

“Really, Connor? Look at yourself. Look at what she’s done to you.”

A hand wrapped in your hair, jerking your head up and forcing you to look at the sight in front of you.

“Connor.”

His name left your lips in a whimper – one of both fear and of heartbreak. Underneath the anger he looked terrified – terrified for you. The thirium staining his shirt and jacket didn’t escape your attention either, gun shots from minutes ago echoing wildly in your head.

“She’s made you soft. Weak. You could have been so much more.”

The weapon that had already inflicted so much damage to the one you held dear trailed lightly down the side of your face. Your Connor took a step closer, LED pulsing a crimson red, the gun in his hand aimed steadily at his double.

“You’re wrong. She opened my eyes. Tore down that wall and made me stronger.”

The hand in your hair dragged you to your feet, yet your wide eyes never left Connor – you didn’t want to look at the machine that had a hold on you. You didn’t want to see the familiar brown eyes that would be void of any warmth or emotion for you.

“You think being able to feel has made you stronger? You’re a faulty machine, Connor, you don’t feel anything. You only think you do.”

You almost dropped to your knees again when the grip in your hair suddenly vanished. An arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and holding you there tightly. Using you as a shield.

“Get away from her.”

You could feel the sickening laugh from the impostor holding you in response to Connor’s anger. You’d almost say he was enjoying this, if he was capable of feeling anything.

“Or what? You may be corrupted, but you’re still capable of analysing this situation. You know how many ways I could dispose of both of you right now.”

Connor met your gaze for the briefest of moments, doe eyes softening a fraction just for you before flitting back up to the face of the taunting android behind you. You saw the way his jaw clenched, as if he was trying to restrain the barely concealed anger – the absolute loathing – he held for the thing that had harmed and tormented you because of him.

“Get away from her, or I will tear your heart from your chest – and ensure you feel every second of it.”

If his doppelganger was at all bothered by Connor’s words, he gave no indication of the fact.

“Making empty threats? You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

The cold barrel of the gun was rammed against the side of your head as he continued.

“Enough of these games – “

Three shots rang out.

The arm holding you in place tightened momentarily.

Connor lunged towards you, a snarl of anger leaving his lips and a fury burning on his features that you’d never seen before.

Not lunging towards you, you realised. Towards him.

Your knees met the cool floor with force, a jarring pain that was nothing compared to the sounds you heard from behind you.

A short, sharp, sound – a ripping, that would no doubt haunt you for a long time.

Haggard breaths, the faintest hint of a promise that this wasn’t over.

“I don’t make empty threats.”

Silence.

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Words Of Fortune

Title: Words Of Fortune |Wanda Maximoff x Reader|

Description: Lately Wanda has been acting strangely on missions with the whole team. This time was no exception as you all are trying to take down people at a carnival. It’s there that Wanda meets someone who changes her perspective of things and you.  

Warnings: This has very little of your character and more of Wanda’s. It’s basically all her interaction with [Random Character name]{literally that’s what R/N stands for, I couldn’t think of a name.} It might have angst?{I had to look the word up, I never really understood how to properly use it lol and still don’t. Sorry.} 

Authors Note: This is another one shot for Sadie’s 600 Followers Writing Challenge. I honestly feel like this is the better of the two but I don’t know. It was interesting to write and I enjoyed it. Hope you like it @spectacular-spiderboy !

Prompt Used: 30: “Something’s here. Something got in.”

Words: 2,045

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"Remember don't let them catch on to you. They realize who you are and all of our covers will be blow." Steve said through the earpiece the team shared. How people didn't recognize all of you is hard to believe but then you weren't complaining.  

"You have two headed for you Wanda." Sam said breaking the silence that was over the radio. "Don't let them suspect you."

"Got it." Wanda replied continuing to walk down her side of the dirt trail as if nothing was happening. Her eyes scanned the area casually looking to see if she could spot the two Sam had spotted from the skies using Redwing. Though it was casual, the stare didn't go unnoticed. Wanda's blue eyes met with their eyes and caused a jolt of fear to pass through her. Glancing away quickly and looking towards the ground and kept walking trying to push her fear of being made out of the way. "Sam?" she whispered unsure as what to do at this point certain that she had just given away herself and possibly even the team.

"Did they make you?" he asked calmly.

"I'm not sure." She replied glancing up to see their eyes still on her. "I think so though." she replied after a few seconds turning on her heel to walk back the way she had been coming from.

"I'm on my way over to you. Just try to act natural." You reply turning onto another path ditching the direction you were originally going to head for Wanda's location.

"I could engage but that'll..."

"We know Wanda. Just hold on for a little longer and we'll try to hurry with our mission." Steve replied to the hushed voice of girl.

"Okay." She replied biting her lip looking towards the ground. Glancing up for a second she looked in the mirror siting at a counter in one of the many booths. She searched it as she walked looking for the faces of the men she had gotten the attention of. "They're following me." She stated passing the mirror feeling her heart beat faster. She could take them if she wanted to, she really could, but the point of the mission was to hide in plain sight and take them out when they didn't expect it. That and there were a lot of people that could get hurt in the process and that was something she wanted to avoid.

"Try to lose them. Go into a shop or booth or something. Conceal yourself again. I'm just a few minutes away." you reply walking just a bit faster trying to push passed the people that would get in front of you or in the way. You didn't doubt Wanda's abilities to take these two if she had to but no one was sure what all they had on them or who they really were, the only thing clear was who they worked for.

"I'm heading from the other side. Lead them towards [Y/n] and we'll corner them. Sam do you see any others like them?" Steve asked taking his own detour. It really was a good idea to cause a red flag in a busy carnival. All the noise and people was a good distraction and obstacle.

"Well from what I have seen... I have two by me so I got them taken care of. Hey Terminator-" there was a slightly annoyed grunt on the line before Sam continued "-you want to take the three on your side. Two of them are talking in the shade of that tent with the leaf on it. While the third one is walking going to be walking up north after taking a turn. He's got shades and a cap on, hands in his pockets, can't miss him. Those are the only other ones that I can make out aside from the ones Wanda's dealing with at the moment."

"They still following you?" Steve asked keeping his eyes peeled for any other suspicious characters while on his way to the agreed location.

"Yeah. I just passed guy who swallows swords. They are a few booths behind." Wanda bit her lip as she slightly turned to look back. "They have weapons. I can't tell what kind."

"Don't engage, try to lose them. [Y/n] and I should be there soon."

Pushing passed a few people Wanda picked up speed and kept on route towards where she was planning on leading the guys before taking a hard right into a shop suddenly. The tent was smokey and pretty dark. She stood on one side of the slit opening between the fabric that she had made her way through watching the outside carefully waiting to see if the men had continued forward believing they were still following her or not.

"Hello my dear. How can I, Madam [R/n], assist you today?"

"Oh I was just uh..-"

"Trying to escape something?"

"How did-"

"I know? Madam [R/n], knows everything. Come, sit. We have much to discuss."

"I actually am a bit in a hurry." Glancing back out she searched for the men she tried to escape.

"What troubles you?" Looking down she thought of the question before choosing to ignore it and continue looking. The ear piece in her ear had become incredibly quiet, she didn't understand if they were just too busy on pursuit or if something else was going on. "Is it the fact that you don't understand what is truly troubling you?"

Looking away from the slip Wanda looks back at the woman talking. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Sure you don't." The woman said sarcastically with a smirk. "Afraid you are losing your touch? Afraid that you aren't doing what you should be?"

"I am just trying to do my job."

"And you are afraid you are doing it wrong?" Wanda looked down a bit thinking of the question. Maybe she was afraid of doing it wrong and that's why she was making so many mistakes. "You know Wanda, I'm sure you don't have to impress anyone. They all know your worth, why not use it?"

At the sound of her name Wanda's head shot up and looked at the woman with wide eyes. "How did you know my name?"

"As I said before, I know all. Probably more than you do." Maybe this lady just watched the news and knew her from when they spoke of her the few times they had, but something in her told her otherwise. "Is it the job or is it who you are partners with that trouble you? This is a safe place Wanda. Nothing will hurt you here, not even me." Wanda glanced towards the slit where she had entered from wondering if she should leave and help the others. The woman seemed genuine, and didn't seem to pose a threat, but that didn't mean much these days. Her smile seemed filled with amusement towards Wanda's behavior and suspicion.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Really? So are you telling me that you haven't been off your game just a little bit because you aren't worried about what Steve Rogers thinks?"

"No?"

"Sam Wilson?"

"No."

"James Barnes?"

"No!"

"Clint Bar-"

"No! What does this have to-"

"Yourself?"

"Of course not!" Wanda wasn't understanding what this had to do with anything. Why was she even talking to this lady she should be helping the others finish this mission. "I haven't been off my game-" 

"[Y/n] [L/n]." Madam [R/n] said carefully, drawing out your name more than necessary. At the sound Wanda instantly shut her mouth and bit her tongue. Madam [R/n] leaned back in her seat and looked at the young girl with a small smirk. "Can you honestly say you aren't afraid of what they has to say?"

Wanda looked away and towards the ground. She had always cared about your opinion, always. Anytime she was training she would want to work with you. If she was going somewhere she would try to get you to go with her. There was just something about the way you acted towards her that she couldn't explain. How your smile made her smile brighter, how you laughter made her heart flutter and fill with joy. When you got hurt she would feel hurt and blame herself, when she got hurt she would wish you would be the one to worry for her and help her through it all. For the longest time Wanda just wanted to be around you and be there to help you through it all just as she wanted the same for herself with you.

Any time she was on a mission she tried to show off and make you notice, anytime. Lately she had just been looking for your approval suddenly unsure of what exactly it was that she needed to do afraid she may harm more people than she should. "I..."

"Did something get in? I think something did, something got in there." Madam [R/n] stated pointing at Wanda's chest. "All you have to do is embrace it Wanda. The only way you will ever feel like you are doing something right is if you let it out."

Wanda watched the woman carefully, opening her mouth to say something her thoughts were drowned out by the sudden voice in her ear. "Wanda? Wanda! Damn it Scarlet Witch can you just answer me? Where are you?"

"Go to them. They might be in need of your help. Scarlet Witch." Wanda opened her mouth again but closed it once more not even caring how this woman heard that name though it was over her ear piece. Turning on her heel she rushed out of the tent back through the slit in the fabric and searched for where you were.

"[Y/n] I'm here! Where are you?" her blue eyes searched the crowds trying to find any trace of you. Suddenly her eyes catch you pushed against a table by one of the men that were following you. Without a second thought she used her abilities to grab him and throw him as far from you as possible before running for you.

"[Y/n]!" she said with wide eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay?"

"Took you long enough." you told her jokingly before smiling. "What happened, you just... disappeared?"

"I... I went and hid and then got distracted by this crazy lady." Wanda explained. "But are you okay?"

"Yeah, just going to be bruised a bit but I think I'll be okay." you smiled brightly at her causing her to smile.

"Sorry I wasn't here sooner."

"Don't worry about it. What matters is you’re here now. We can finish this mess and maybe end up cleaning it up, but hey as long as it gets stopped right?"

"Right." Wanda nodded as you stood up and stretched yourself ready to jump back into the battle. "Hey [Y/n]?"

Your attention was brought back to her and you tilted your head slightly in confusion. "Yeah?"

"What's with the Scarlet Witch name you gave me earlier?"

Blush flooded your cheeks and you give a nervous laugh with a shrug. "It just popped into my head when I thought about you and the color your power gives off. You have a scarlet color, and then when you are using your powers there's this little scarlet ring that goes around the color of your eyes. Have you never noticed that before?"

"I don't think anyone has." she laughed smiling brightly.

"Oh well, it'll probably be a one time thing. Sorry." you shrug.

"Nah, I think I like it."

"Look you two, I love that you are having so much fun talking but we really could use both of your help." someone said interrupting your conversation.

"We can continue this later?" Wanda asked hopeful feeling her heart about to explode with the need to continue talking to you.

"I'd love to." you reply biting you lip before turning your attention towards the fight. "But obviously for now we have to show these little boys how this job gets done." Wanda nodded and watched as you took off to help them. She thought about what the lady said. 'Something's here. Something got in for sure.' There wasn't a way to deny it, she knew that something was you it had to be. Ignoring everything else she dove into the fight to help the team out the way she knew how.