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azlrse · 2 years

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Alright ,OKAY i have an angst idea for you >:} this involves episode 13 of crk (where dark cacao and dark choco reunite) what if the reader was in the depts of the castle along with the soul gem that dark choco was looking for in the first place? I mean he fought his father for it who's to say he won't fight his other parent for it?

And remember readers wish to the witches to see her son and spouse again even if they crumble to pieces? What if that were to happened?

You don't have to use this idea btw! Just want to share angst!

Welcome Home, Dark Prince (Dark Cacao Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader + Platonic Dark Choco Cookie)

CW: Pure angst, episode 13 spoilers, lovers quarrel between reader and dark cacao, lots of tears are shed, and rushed ending.

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3 days. That's how long you last saw your husband. It was quite bothersome that the presence of the king's so-called right hand cookie just became too unbearable and suffocating. As if you smelled that something fishy came from him ever since the banishment of one of your most trusted watchers, the noble Caramel Arrow Cookie herself.

Her banishment led a harsh quarrel between you and Dark Cacao Cookie. All of the shouting fits and degrading words were exchanged as the both of you exchanged words. "I do what I must do, my dear. I do believe on what Affogato Cookie had said. She may have the spirit I find within a warrior but her actions couldn't be forgiven by me and the entire court." You only shook your head in disbelief, pointing your hand towards him in anger.

"There weren't any proof that she did those things, Cacao! Affogato Cookie may have lied in order to get rid of her. You know that she is a very clever cookie, why don't you trust her? Don't you trust your own spouse than the one who let the court believed their lies and blasphemy?!-"

"Enough, (y/n) Cookie!!" You were still shaken by the loud voice he spoke and remained quiet to prevent him from his anger flaring even more. Dark Cacao Cookie saw a bit of fear from your eyes and proceeded to cup your cheeks. "I apologize, love. It's just that-" You cut him off as you pushed him away. "No, I've already heard enough from you. Just go downstairs and leave me alone for a while...."

Their relationship and marriage was on the line ever since the banishment of their own son after obtaining the cursed sword that changed his life forever. Screaming fits were exchanged here and there and it ended with one of them crying and left the room. Sometimes, apologies were said after hours of suffocating silence. Sometimes, it took them time or even days just to say one apology to fix those mistakes and mending the broken crack of their relationship.

But now, as the war came closer and closer, your husband became more stricter towards the strength of the The Great Chocolate Wall. With his absence, you sat on the throne alone and wore the crown that shares the same burden as your husband. It may look light from the eyes of your people but for you, it weighs very heavy. Heavy from the guilt and shame your felt upon seeing the status of the kingdom's citizens.

Almost everyday, you heard all the shouts and pleas for help due to starvation and the predators invading the local village outside of the Black Citadel. You pleaded and pleaded for your husband to open the gates and let those cookies seek shelter behind the Citadel's strong walls.

He didn't budge nor responded to your question, not even one bit...

So just a few days ago, you disobeyed his orders upon leaving the Black Citadel and went outside of the gates. You couldn't bare all the guilt you felt as you ignored those cookies' need of help. Carrying a huge bag full of warm food for those unfortunate cookies, you escaped through a ladder you once hid behind the shrine, thanks to the helpful gesture of Caramel Arrow Cookie.

Those cookies thanked you heavily for giving them such luxury of edibles to keep them and their families well fed for the winter. Their smiles is already enough for you. You couldn't accept their bags of coins or the expensive figurines they gave you as a way to say their thanks.

"Your smiles are enough for me. You cookies don't have to pay me with coins nor expensive items. I do what my husband supposed to do, and behalf of him, I heavily apologize for his actions." You spoke as you gave the villagers a heavy bow to earn their forgiveness. Luckily, most of the cookies you helped forgave you easily and you promised them that you'll deliver more relief packages from Caramel Arrow Cookie.

However, when Dark Cacao knew about your antics and escaping the Citadel's walls without his consent, he became very angry and worried for your safety. It it weren't for the meddling business of Affogato Cookie, you could have continuously helped those cookies in desperate need.

Through your antics leads to other argument but only this time, it ended with Dark Cacao leaving the room without anything to say about this.....harsh situation. Dark Cacao Cookie only felt shame and humiliation from the treatment he gave to his subjects. He didn't abandon those unfortunate cookies, it's just that the walls of the kingdom became his top priority upon anything else. As hours passes by, you saw him less and less aside from the casual news a watcher would bring about your husband, informing you that the king was in good hands.

The last bit of affection you recieved from Dark Cacao Cookie was a small kiss on your forehead as he whispers an 'I'm sorry' and a 'I love you so much' while you slept lightly. Despite all the fights you two had, you still loved each other so much.

You missed him and he misses you...

You also missed your son so much....

And here you are, sitting on the lonesome throne while talking to some of the watchers guarding you twice as much before. As the spouse of the king, your only order was to deliver those packages to those cookies. "I couldn't go outside for the sake my husband's orders but at least help those cookies out there. Their strength relies on us here at the Black Citadel."

Some of the watchers abide by your orders and a few of them even went out to carry your orders as some of them stayed behind watch over you and helping strengthening the hard walls of the kingdom. You sat in silence and still getting worried at the fact that your husband was out there, risking his life just to protect his homeland. You prayed and prayed for the witches that your husband and the others would be in safe hands in the midst of the violent rampant of the licorice monster.

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On the top of the snowy mountains, 3 cookies emerged and gazed upon the dark kingdom below. One particular cookie, felt the wave of nostalgia as he lays his eyes on the Black Citadel. "Looks like you missed your homeland, Dark Choco Cookie. Welcome home, Dark Prince." The crimson priestess spoke Dark Choco as all the memories that came to his mind upon sightseeing the land where he grew up since his childhood.

If he's honest, he misses the both of you but he thinks that he should stay with the darkness as a form of his own punishment. It hurts for him but soon accepts it for he knows that he couldn't return towards the light. The dark prince glares at Pomegranate Cookie at spoke at a harsh tone, "Don't you dare talk about my past here. We had a mission to carry and I'm here to finish what I've started in the past..."

Licorice Cookie sighs impatiently and begins to walk towards the kingdom's gates. "Can't you to quit your yapping and start taking hold of this kingdom?! The two of you are wasting our time." The remaining cookies proceeded to follow the dark sorcerer whole the harsh wind of the snow blew harder and harder as they came closer.

Now, they arrived at the castle gates...

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"Your majesty!" A shout broke your trance of thoughts. They looked really knocked out and even panted for they ran towards the throne room. The loud boom and the sudden shake of the grounds made you a bit surprised. "They're here! The cookies that abide by the orders of Dark Enchantress Cookie are here!" You only widen your eyes from the moment you heard the news. You quickly stood up from the throne and asked for the location of your husband.

"My husband, where is he?!"

"The king was with the Noble Affogato Cookie across the highest wall of the Citadel, I think he has something to show his majesty-"

The watcher's words were cut off as you stepped off the high platform where the thrones where placed on and ran towards outside of the throne room. Many of the watchers called for your name for you to return inside but a really bad feeling has felt within your stomach. Yeah sure, Affogato Cookie was with Dark Cacao many times in the past but this time, just for this moment, you felt that something bad as happened to your husband.

You need to be there quickly! If your calculations was correct, then the reason why they're here at the Dark Cacao Kingdom was to obtain his sword. The very same sword that contains his soul jam. "Peanut Butter Choco Cookie!" You called for the watcher's attention, stopping at his tracks. "What is it, your majesty?" You debated wether this job might be difficult for him but decided to give this cookie an important task.

"Listen to me carefully, you need to go in the deepest depths of the castle and protect the king's sword with all your life. Find 2 cookies to be with you and if they infiltrate the castle doors, you need to carry that sword away from here. Do you understand?" Peanut Butter Choco Cookie still hesitated wether he should accept the mission but nonetheless accepted it with no complains. He looks at you in a serious manner and nodded, "Yes, your majesty. Be careful out there."

You returned back the nodding gesture and began to run once again towards the highest wall. The way your cape flew from the winds your body felt makes you a bit stronger than usual. You heard your husband and Affogato's voice as you came closer and closer to the said wall. The uneasiness and fear felt a bit shortly when all of the sudden you heard your husband questioning Affogato's sudden disappearance.

"Your king speaks. Answer me." There was no answer. The lonesome king turned his head on each and every corner, looking for the cookie who brought him here.

There was no sign of him. As if he was vanished into thing air. "Affogato Cookie? In fact, where has everyone gone?" You quickly ran towards your husband, which took him by surprise and a shadow was looming just right around the corner of the pillars of the walls.

"Dark Cacao Cookie!"

"My dear, what are you doing here?! I told you to stay inside!"

"Cacao honey, we need to go, there is someone outside of the gates. We need to-"

The shadow who watched the both of you finally emerged from the wall and through his presence, your eyes widen at the sight of him. The same cookie who once brought joy into you and your husband's life, the cookie who made you a parent and the cookie you took care ever since his freshly baked days.

You remembered all the tears you and Dark Cacao had shed ever since his banishment. All the prayers you asked to the witches to bring the both of them into your life. It's him;

Your own son, the fallen prince himself...

"It's been quite sometime, Father and Mother/Dad." You couldn't stop the tears from appearing from your eyes while muttering a small "Dark Choco Cookie?". On behalf of you, your husband expression was mixed with disbelief and shock, still not believing that infront of him was his own son. The King's spouse was about to run towards their son just to give him a tight hug when Dark Cacao intervene in this 'reunion'. "Dark....Choco....Cookie. Do my eyes deceive me? How did?"

"You've quite the loyal retainer." The prince spoke towards him nonchalantly while holding the cursed sword tight within his dark cloak. You have seen lots of changes from Dark Choco Cookie, from his formerly long hair to the scar he had on his eye. In fact, where did it come from? Even his clothes has changed. The white armour he once wore during his youth was nothing more than a speck of dust, to be forgotten as he indulge into the darkness even further.

"My son," You spoke, holding your husband's arm in an attempt to comfort his hidden temper, "Why have you returned here? Are you here to ask for the king's forgiveness?" Dark Choco Cookie sighs, finally showing the sword that was hidden from your point of view. "I have no choice but to come here. I....." He took another step closer towards the both of you. "Am here for the soul jam."

Your stomach dropped as soon as you heard those words. You quickly whispered to your husband that the sword was well kept by the followers, securing it to make sure that no cookie, other than the king himself, obtained the great sword that brought him strength and power.

What he revealed next makes your stomach dropped even further. He mentioned the name your husband absolutely despises and the feelings of negativity came back towards you once again. Your son was nothing more than a beacon of darkness from within. He couldn't break the chains of guilt as the darkness consumes him more and more.

"(y/n) Cookie, please go inside...."

"But Dark Cacao-"

"CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO ME ONCE?! JUST GET INSIDE AND GO! PROTECT THE SWORD WITHOUT ME!"

You couldn't defy the orders of the king. You couldn't do much other than to watch them fighting until one was unable to fight or to be crumbled into bits of pieces. As you ran halfway through the stairs, the sound of the clinks and clanks of the sword were heard. "They're fighting... THEY'RE FIGHTING TILL THE BRINK OF DEATH!!" You were about to ran towards the stairs in an attempt to stop the fight when 5 young cookies held you tightly in an attempt to stop you from reaching the danger zone.

"Your majesty, it's too dangerous for you! We need to go downstairs to watch and protect the sword!" Wizard Cookie spoke, seeing the fear and worry from your eyes. You were quite a stubborn cookie but for this one time, you abide by the order Dark Cacao Cookie gave you. You once again asked for the divine's protection for your husband.

"I just really really hope that my husband is okay. Please protect him, divine."

What you didn't realized is that the king has plunged into his demise by his own son. Now he's coming on your way to find the sword....

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"I won't ask again, mother/dad. Hand over the soul jam." You shook your head, holding tightly the heavy sword as you glared upon your son and his acquaintances. "You didn't have a choice, your majesty. Now hand it over!" Pomegranate Cookie snarled towards you. The tired bodies of your new friends and the three watchers you assigned from hours ago were laying down helplessly. Sounds of grunt and painful moans were heard while struggling to lift themselves up. "Never!" You shouted in defiance. "Even if I'm standing here alone, I will never give the sword for the three of you. As long as I'm still breathing and standing in front of you," You took a step backwards. "I WILL NEVER, EVER GIVE THIS SWORD NOR THE SOUL JAM TO THE SERVANTS OF EVIL LIKE YOURSELVES!"

You heaved and panted from the screams you spoken towards them. "I didn't know your mother/dad was this tough! Even though they didn't have experience into fighting!" Licorice Cookie exclaimed towards to his allies.

As Dark Choco Cookie was about to struck you with his sword while speaking in a soft voice; "I'm so sorry, mother/dad", you closed you eyes as you accepted your fate. Well, you did your best on serving the throne, being a loving parent and spouse and protecting the sword with all your might. You were expecting pain, pain from the swords impact when a struck of lightning hit your son and his two allies.

"D-don't you touch their majesty!" Wizard Cookie spoke as he stood up weakly by the help of his staff. Through the healing magic of young Custard Cookie iii, everyone managed to regain their strength to once again fight the cookies who attempted to get on their hands on the sword. "Your majesty! Take the sword away from here! We'll take care of this mess."

The 5 cookies helped you carry the sword while running for your lives. "Where do you think the 6 of you were going?! We're not finish with you yet!" The crimson priestess was about to cast a spell when it was deflected by the sword a watcher was carrying. "Not so fast, you vermin!"

You could feel the numbness from your legs from running for safety but you didn't mind it for you still have an important task to carry on. However, you weren't alone. You didn't know where you and these brave cookies were going to hide but nonetheless, you now had a group of cookies to protect. You silently prayed that your husband was still okay and didn't know that he fell from the highest part of the wall.

What the fallen prince nor you didn't know was the king was alive, except that you heard a loud screeching from above as the rumbling and shaking of the ground became worse and worse. The sword's glow became brighter as if he was coming to get it.

Until a large hand (or claw rather) was coming for the both of you, the sword and his loving spouse....

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Request; from @tsundere-cherry-girl

Hello there! I love your writings btw, especially the Levi ones. I’ve seen you write scenarios like this before so I was gonna ask if you could do Zuko x pregnant reader. If you’ve read the comics, she becomes pregnant around the time of the Promise and goes into labor after the final battle in Smoke and Shadow. The child being Izumi. If you haven’t read the comics you don’t need to do that. I just want to see some Zuko and reader with baby Izumi fluff UwU

A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit to fit the comic but also be it’s own story as well, ALSO! I’m sorry this took so long!

Warning; Long, had to be cut for length

Please enjoy~🍰

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The night was calm, quiet, and warm. You laid in your husbands arms as you both slept. After so much chaos, hatred and war you were finally able to rest. Well, almost, Zuko has been very jumpy since being crowned fire lord. Although some of his hunches did turn out to be true, he was very set on someone trying to kill him

“Guards!“ he had woken you from your sleep calling for the guards again, “Someone is here, secure Y/N and search the area!“ he ordered them as he jumped from bed. You following him to bring him back to bed

“Fire Lord Zuko, there is no one here, you’re safe“ one explained rushing to the door where he was ready to fight. Sometimes you thought he had too much trauma as a child that it will forever effect him

“Zuko sweet, please come back to bed. The guards have been here the whole night“ you said laying a hand on his chest attempting to keep him in a calmer state

“You highness I can assure you no one is here-“

“There have been 5 attempts already on my life! Next thing you know they’ll come for my wife“ he grabbed the guard by the front of his uniform to make the message clear as to how serious he was

“Sir we’ve-“ just as the guard spoke his head had been hit by an object knocking him out to the floor. Zuko pushes you behind him and gets into his fighting stance ready to defend you

“Who’s there?! Show yourself“ just as commanded the intruder shows themselves whirling around what seemed to be a metal ball with spikes. Right before your eyes they go at it. Taking swings at each other, sooner than expected Zuko has his opponent at his mercy being taken away by his guards. He comes back to check on you

“Hey are you alright? Are you hurt?” he checks your face, you hands anything that could have gotten a scratch. You were physically okay but mentally you didn’t feel so well. You haven’t been feeling 100% for some time now and you were getting suspicious

“I’m not hurt but, I don’t feel well Zuko“ you said leaning your head on his shoulder “Can you help me to bed please?“ You ask him, he wraps an arm around you and helps you walk to the bed and lay down. Walking back to the door his guards wait for his order

“I want double the guards here tonight and tomorrow I need the royal healer here for Y/N“

“Yes Sir!“ he closes the door and walks back to your side of the bed. Kissing your head he watches over you through the night. For one, you might not feel well, and the other being of what just happened. It was going to be a very long night....

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The next morning the healer came as asked and took some time to check up on you while Zuko got ready for the day. He had given you some medical tea blends and told you to get rest. Turns out you were pregnant. Now you needed a way to tell Zuko, and with all the stress he’s under you wouldn’t know how to react. You had just finished getting dressed when he had walked in

“Y/N, I’m heading out into town to settle last nights incident. What did the healer say?“ he asked coming over to where you sat

“Well, it’s nothing to be worried about but, something that will change everything“ you said fiddling with the tips of your hair

“Well?“ he urges you “Come on Y/N, if I hear you’re okay it’ll make my day better“ he offered a soft smile which he knew, you melted for. You said and take his hands into yours and look into his eyes

“I’m pregnant...“ his jaw went slack almost as if he were frozen in time. It scared you “Zuko...?“ anything, he could just make a sound but you needed to hear him say something.

“I....I have to go. I’ll see you later.“ he said kissing your forehead and leaving without saying another word. You were, hurt. You didn’t blame him completely because expressing his emotions wasn’t exactly his forte. Instead while he was out you went to the other person you trusted the most.

Knocking softly on the entrance to the garden Iroh was sat drinking some tea.

“Ah Y/N, good morning come have some tea. I heard Zuko went to town to settle some things“ he said as he poured you a cup “I’ve also heard you’ve got something on your hands“

You simply nod and take the tea he held out to you

“So, why don’t you tell me about it“ he said with a kind smile. Iroh was probably the wisest, kindest soul you knew.

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Later that afternoon Zuko came back and if anything looked more tired than before. You had a hunch as to where he was but you were hoping it wasn't true. Walking to him you cup his chin with both your hands and make him look at you in the eye

“You need to relax more...“ you said running your thumb over the bags under his eyes “You’re going to be tired before the baby gets here..and stop visiting your father, it’s not good for you“

His larger hands come up to hold yours “I’ll try, and I’m sorry about before...I’m happy” he offered a soft smile

“Are you really?“ you pout slightly making him peck your lips

“Yes I am, I know I’m not the best person for a father or husband..”

“Zuko“ you bring his forehead to rest on yours “You are the best person to be my husband and the father of my children. I couldn’t want anyone else“

As time went on things only weighed in his shoulders more. You were probably the only thing that kept him sane. You were also starting to show, your baby was growing nicely and very restless as well. On days when Zuko would have trouble sleeping the baby would get restless leaving both of you tired. But he had figured it out, if he lays in bed with you and talks to your bump, the baby calms down.

“What do you think it’ll be Zuko?“ you asked

“Hmm, I think it’s a girl. They refuse to listen, and gets upset when I don’t talk to it, I’d say it’s you any day“ you gently wack his shoulder causing you both to laugh “I don’t mind what they are, if they’re healthy and we can make them happy is all I care about“

“You’re going to be a great father Zuko“ you said kissing his forehead

“But...what if-“

“I’m going to stop you ahead of time. You are NOTHING like that man and you will never be. You are the kindest, strongest, best man I have ever met and our baby is lucky enough to have you as a father”

Yes, he was terrified to make the same mistake this father make the same mistake his father made. You knew him better than anyone and if he were half as back as his father, you wouldn’t be there at that moment.

~~~

By the time you were almost due it seemed as if war had never left. From Azula attacking once again, to disagreements and even almost a Fight with Aang. Things were heavy on his shoulders, he’s tightened security because of your baby. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to you both.

Finally a day where everything was being settled, calmly he felt some kind of relief. That was until a guard barged into the meeting room to announce you had gone into labor. The funny thing about Zuko is that he’s fast and for some reason no one sees him. As soon as people looked away from the door and back to Zuko, only his chair was in their sight.

“Do you think he left that fast when he heard you were alive?” Sokka asked as the room became quiet

Rushing to the healers room at the door he was told he wasn’t allowed inside.

“What do you mean?! My wife is giving birth to our baby and I need to be with her!” This was going to be an old rule he was going to get rid of...

“I-I apologize sir but it’s been a tradition for generations-“

“ZUKO!!” Next thing you knew one of the midwives came to the door and saw Zuko and said

“The lady wishes for you to be with her Fire Lord Zuko” she said timidly. It took him less than a second to trip of his cape and run to your side. This was it, the end of your pregnancy, labor, the day your baby would finally be in your arms. It was a very difficult day for you, she took all day to be born and finally when the moon was high in the sky she made her appearance. She was just perfect, and for a moment the world seemed so at peace.

“She looks like you“ you whisper to Zuko as you both gaze down and admire her

“Yeah but, she’s beautiful like you“ he whispered back, he truly felt something he’s never felt. It was happiness, excitement, protectiveness, and everything in between. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this happy, this was the best day right next to your wedding day.

Just as you expected he really was a wonderful father. During the first few weeks he wanted you only on bed rest. At night he would help care for Izumi and calm her when she needed it. He was actually the one who taught her to walk. When Aang and the rest of your friends met her, he was secretly super proud and cocky about it. They couldn’t get over how much she looked like him and just how cute she was.

He also liked to have her sleep in the same bed as you guys while she was still young. When he couldn’t sleep he would just gaze at her and talk to her, even though she couldn’t answer back.

“..and you could be anything you want to be, and you could rule the kingdom your way. If you’re like your mother I know you’ll be a kind and smart ruler. You probably can’t understand me right now but, I love you and your mother so much“ you felt your hear swell while you pretended to be asleep.

Although your favorite memory was him showing her how to bend when she first made a flame. She was around 6 when she first bended and he felt the flame of pride light in his chest. He showed her how to meditate and control it instead of training. He was always patient and gentle with her. It was very safe to say he was never the same as his father was with him.

Izumi and Zuko were nothing more than the center of your universe, the apples of your eye. And you knew it was the same for Zuko when he looked at you.

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I hope this was okay!❤️

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applerubyy · 3 years

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Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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𝐀𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐦 ✯ 𝐒. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

word count: 4,000

pairing: steve rogers x female reader

summary: If one had to live the same day over and over again, it would be most sensible of them to choose the best one. Well unfortunately for you, you didn’t get a choice.

warnings: angst

a/n: this was the one-shot i had posted a preview of and i apologize for taking so long to post it. i couldn’t decide how to end it so then i took a poll and it was a fluffy ending, which helped me a bit! thanks! btw sorry if the formatting looks weird. on my computer it looks weird, but on my phone it looks normal so idk.

please excuse any mistakes!

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For the first time in years, you awoke to notice the light of the sun and how it ever so brightly twinkled. The sun had never actually disappeared, but today you had actually taken the time to notice it in all of its glory. Just the mere sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face, along with the feeling of delight, something you had missed so dearly during the dark period of time that had finally ended yesterday. Half of the world had disappeared for what seemed forever and with that no longer looming over your head, you could actually live and enjoy life for what it is. It may sound cliche, but the sun did seem brighter to you now, and the world a happier place after being reset. Last night, you had watched the news and for the first time in forever, it was enjoyable. On the screen, images of people reuniting along with many others sending words of thanks to your crew mates turned family, the Avengers.

Today, you were mostly relishing in the peace, but just a small bit of worry settled in your stomach as Steve was returning the stones back to their normal timelines. No matter how many times Sam offered to go with him, the stubborn man refused, still ready to take the risk on his own. Times like these made you miss Nat even more as she was probably the only person, aside from you, to be able to talk Steve out of anything. Instead of continuing to dwell on the matter that was out of your hands, you turned away from the sunny window and to your left. The sound of your shuffling in the sheets must’ve awoken the man beside you as his grip tightened its hold on your waist. He pulled you closer into his chest and then wrapped two arms around you, forming a warm and inviting hug. After some sleepy groaning, lips met the top of your head which you could only tell by feeling since your face was currently being squished into the man.

“Good Morning, gorgeous. What time is it?” Steve picked his chin up from the top of your head, peering over to your nightstand where the clock sat. As he did so, he noticed you were squeezing your eyes shut and murmuring some silent “no’s” and “it’s not time yet.”

He chuckled at your defiance and then unwrapped his arms so he could lean back and instead run his fingers through your hair. “I hate to break it to you, but we have to meet the rest of the team in an hour.”

Turning onto your stomach, you threw your face into Steve’s pillow while also ignoring his annoying bright smile as if he was entertained. “Ugh, can’t they just wait. It’s not like the stones have suddenly grown feet and are gonna run away.”

“Hon, you’ve left me no choice.”

It got freakishly quiet and next thing you knew, Steve had thrown back the sheets and thrown you over his shoulder.

“Steve! I was just about to get up!!” You quickly sat up to face the blonde and not his backside which caused him to somehow gently rotate you in a way that you were now being held bridal style. Steve simply shrugged and kissed your forehead before heading to the bathroom to start the shower, you still in his arms.

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It was only supposed to be seconds.

And as of now, it has been at least a minute.

All hell's breaking loose at the moment. Bucky, feet glued to the ground, looks around as if Steve is gonna magically appear and Sam is worriedly questioning Bruce who is anxiously messing with the buttons of his controls. On the other hand, you are still staring at the platform, the traffic in your mind finally halting which ultimately caused you to drop to the floor in shock. As you were out cold on the ground, Sam looked over for a split second and luckily caught you in his sight.

About fifteen minutes later, you woke up in the infirmary. You looked to your right where Bruce was standing with a water while Bucky and Sam waved at you from the nearby seats. Your first reaction was anger as you saw the three here and not working on getting Steve back who was currently nowhere in sight. Rejecting the bottle, you sat up straight. With fire in your eyes, you stared at Bruce, “Where is he?”

The gentle giant just shook his head, urging you to drink more water. Immediately, you ripped the i.v tube from your arm, ignoring the slight burn and then the draft from the paper gown that clothed your body. Just as you made it to the door, both Sam and Bucky held out their hands, stopping you from exiting.

“Woah woah, missy. Where do you think you are going?”

Bucky slowly reached out to place a hand on your waist in a way to make sure that you wouldn’t run off while Sam distracted you further.

“To find Steve.”

Sam sucked in a harsh breath and folded his arms over his chest. “(y/n). We all care about both you and Steve very much-”

“If you did care, then you’d be out there looking for him!” Your emotions had finally bubbled over and now resentful tears were starting to emerge.

“Think about what you just said because it doesn’t make sense! We are just as worried as you are and we’ve done everything, and I mean everything, we can. He’s gone.” Sam’s eyes softened and he put a hand on your shoulder, “Please get some rest. There’s nothing else to be done.” The stubbornness started to subside and in turn, reality seeped into your mind. You then looked to Bucky, seeing that he was looking at you the same way as Sam.

“Sam and I will be on the lookout. I promise (y/n). Steve wouldn’t want you up right now and you know that.”

With a childlike huff you turned back towards the bed as the two men ushered you to it.

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Hours must have passed because next thing you knew it was morning again and you were back in your own bed. It was somewhat shocking as you felt as good as new, possibly even better than you’ve felt before. As you finally awoke, you felt something heavy on your waist and looking down, you noticed an arm slung around your torso. You blinked a few times to make sure it was real and your mind then ran to the most sensible conclusion.

Whispering, you stared at the hand as if it was foreign, “Bucky?”

Suddenly a voice replied in all of its deepend glory, “Sorry, doll, but it’s Steve.”

The hand then moved and you heard sheets shuffling as Steve turned onto his back to stretch his arms with an overdramatic yawn.

You shot up faster than an eager student’s hand. With a soft gasp you brought a hand to your lips. It couldn’t be…

“W-When did-d you get back?” It was quiet, but Steve’s enhanced hearing picked it up just as he had done so a few seconds before.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you with pure confusion.

“You returned the time stones. Yesterday… And you never came back.”

Dark blonde eyebrows creased together and a hand made its way to your forehead. “(y/n), you are worrying me. We aren’t returning the stones until today. Are you okay? What did you eat last night?”

Before Steve could mother goose anymore, you clumsily shuffled out of the bed, but not removing eye contact from the man. “I’ll-I’ll be right back.”

You slipped on shoes, apparently mismatched ones, but you were too anxious to care. In a millisecond, the bedroom door was shut. You, running out like you were fearing for your life and Steve on the other side, concerned and confused.

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“GUYS, THEY ARE REAL! WE ARE GONNA NEED TO GO INTO LOCKDOWN!”

Running into the kitchen like a madwoman, you screamed the words you believed to be true. The innocent bystanders, Scott and Wanda, were currently gathering the rest of their things, while Bruce stood in the kitchen making breakfast. Everyone had been ready to go off onto their own paths after the events of yesterday (including Tony’s funeral), but currently you thought you held some mind-blowing information that would stop time, so to say.

“(y/n) what’s happening?” Wanda threw down her box and rushed to your side as you were already talking a mile a minute. None of them could understand a single word for it sounded like absolute gibberish.

“There is a shapeshifter in my room. You know, those things Carol talked about! I thought she was bullshitting us, but the Skrulls or whatever are real. What are we gonna do? I know there are some th-”

“Darling, what are you going on about? There’s nothing in our room, I just came from there. You’ve been acting weird all morning.” Entering the common area, Steve leaned up against the doorway before beginning to approach your shaking form.

Absolute horror in your eyes, you looked at Steve in terror as he now tenderly held your wrists in his hands.

“It’s you.”

He titled his head like a confused puppy while the rest of the onlookers stood by. You weren’t sure what to say for if you said “it’s him,” that would be equivalent to standing in a bank robbery and calling the cops right in front of the shooter. Rather you went with what you thought was smart and uttered Wanda’s name.

It took her a second, but she looked as if she had caught on once having invaded your thoughts. Although, your hope was lost when she ended up mirroring Steve’s perplexed look.

Taking matters into your own hands (quite literally,) you roughly shook your hands free from Steve’s loving hold and walked over to the nearby side table, discreetly eying the lamp. From first glance, it looked to the team members as if you were simply going to turn on the light, but all of a sudden, the lamp was in your hands and ready to launch at Steve. A mixture of “stops” and gasps sounded when it flew in the air. The team was quick to act, but it all happened in slow-motion for you.

The lamp froze in the air with a red aura surrounding it thanks to Wanda while Steve tossed himself at you to avoid the incoming object. Of course, by doing so he rolled to make sure not to crush you while making impact with the ground. Once everything stopped, the lamp was returned to its place and your teammates started to slowly approach, you went to stand up, but Steve’s grasp stopped you. In fact, he flipped you over so your back was now on the carpet, an aggravated blonde now hanging over your body. His hands were pinning down your once flailing arms and his eyes burned into your own.

“(y/n). Tell me what is going on. Now.” Rarely did Steve ever use this tone with you. Actually, he’s never used it with you. It also occurred to you that you probably looked a bit insane to your friends and boyfriend, so you figured it was time to come clean. If they thought you were deranged, then oh well. What else was there to do?

“If you aren’t a shapeshifter then what’s happening!?!”

You reached out to grab the fistfuls of his shirt before beginning to cry quietly. Steve could sense you were really upset over whatever this is because you were never one to act in such an irrational way. At this point, Bruce, Wanda and Scott stood by, concerned for you and the current situation. Steve leisurely leaned down, pressing a comforting kiss to your temple before hovering by your ear.

“What is wrong, my love? Tell me so I can help you.”

Stopping the tears, you peered up at the man who you trusted your life with. So far, you had managed to convince yourself that this was really your Steve, but that only left one conclusion, yet you didn’t want to believe it. Not yet anyway.

“Steve, you disappeared...yesterday. I can remember it all, I swear.” Your voice died down as you thought of a way to convince them. “Bruce, tell them, you were there too! Please, I’ve already lived this day.”

Chiming in from the back was Bruce, “What day do you think it is then?”

You replied the date at which Wanda told you that it wasn’t, but rather that it was the day before.

Steve had loosened his hold on you at this point and you managed to scoot up and lean up back against the side table.

“So then what does that mean? I’m living the same day… over again?”

Everyone started to nod in acceptance like they were welcoming the idea and you just suddenly burst out, hysterically laughing at the ridiculousness.“Well that’s just great, guys! I’ve lost my damn mind. It’s okay you all don’t have to play along, just ship me away already, will y’a?”

“I’ve gone off the rails, Steven. How do you even put up with this!?” You motioned to yourself in disgust and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen a lot, especially these last five years, so this doesn’t even sound remotely crazy.”

Scott moved closer to reassure you. “No, (y/n), you haven’t! This is entirely possible. believe it or not. In simplest terms, it’s like that movie,” The man paused to think before shining a boastful smile at you, “Groundhog’s Day. You know, the one with Bill Murray.”

Bruce piped up from his distant spot in the kitchen, “Not another movie, Scott! We’ve already discussed this, just because it was in a movie, doesn’t make it true.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. That IS how we found time travel after all. Thank god my parents let me watch Back to the Future or else-”

The doctor looked at Scott with a face that practically screamed “fair enough and please just shut up,” which the rambling man took note of as he quickly piped down. (You took note of this situation and for future reference remembered not to ask them this question for the rest of the time you’d live this day.)

From there, you and the team spent the rest of the time trying to figure whatever it is before Steve had to leave with the stones. You only hoped that night everything would be normal or that this was really just a bad and very vivid dream.

An extremely bad one.

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Unfortunately, you awoke the next morning in the same position that you’d love to be in any other day, which was Steve’s arm cocooning you.

Starting from today on and for the next ten days or so, you’d approach the day as such.

In the morning, you’d try your hardest to convince Steve to not leave.

He’d ask you why and you’d come up with some bullshit excuse, different from the day before, along with some puppy eyes that the man would just laugh at. As you pouted, he’d kiss your sulking lips and murmur “you’re so silly, doll.”

No matter how many times you tried to convince him, he ironically always said that exact phrase in return.

Needless to say it was a bit annoying and you were tired of living the same day over and over again. Steve would never not do something for the world unless it meant hurting you. If only he knew that this simple act was like driving a knife straight through your heart.

You tried to keep count of the amount of days on a piece of paper, but soon discovered that would be useless by day two since it just disappeared into thin air.

Of all the days to relive, it just had to be the one where Steve vanished. Yet, no matter how many times you live that day, a pit of angst always settled in your stomach even though you knew what was to come later on that day. It was absolute torture seeing the love of your life perish before you and you couldn’t do anything to change it. Sometimes at night, while you laid alone, you’d wonder why of all the days that it had to be this one. What had you done to piss off the universe so bad?

Finally, by what you assumed was day eight, you just accepted your fate and decided to just have some fun with it. If you were gonna have to suffer, you might as well make something out of the day. Granted you were gonna solve cancer or help homelessness because your efforts would be reset the “next” day.

As the team prepared for Steve’s departure, you’d be out eating tons and tons of your favorite meals knowing that it wouldn’t affect you tomorrow. One day you even spontaneously caught a plane to some country you’d never even visited and just blew an unfathomable amount of money. On other days, you had also invested time and money into getting your hair done into impossible and whacky styles while simultaneously regretting not having painted your nails the day before. It was stupid to worry about or even bring up, but they were constantly chipped and it was aggravating to look at as you foolishly sped through the city in an expensive car that wouldn’t be yours tomorrow.

What you were doing was absolutely careless, reckless and just downright out of character for anyone, especially you. Yet when you knew it all wouldn’t matter tomorrow, you carried on with your disregard for the world. Numb from the pain you were just trying to feel something.

When it finally came time for Steve to leave, you’d bid him goodbye and when he vanished, you would see Sam, Bucky, and Bruce’s shocked expressions for what felt like the thousandth time. Honestly, you knew they wouldn’t remember and instead you’d just walk away, trying your best to not let your emotions jump out once more. You figured that after the tenth day, you were just desensitized and that you should be unaffected by now, when in reality you were still hurting. At this point, even though you got to spend time with Steve, your hours hurting outweighed your hours enjoying life.

There was no use in any longer faking to yourself. The logic of “what you think is what you become,” wasn’t helping so you instead swallowed the bitter pill of reality and moved on. For real this time.

You had finally come to accept that Steve was gonna be gone and no one knew when he’d come back, but you knew one thing.

The pain of constantly seeing him disappear, knowing there was nothing you could say or do to stop him because boy did you try, was much more profound than that of the pain you felt when he was just gone. There was more hope for him to return that way than not moving on at all.

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Somehow, by doing so and accepting the truth, the universe reset that night.

You woke up and Steve wasn’t there.

For having lived the same day on repeat for at least 3 weeks time, you knew with absolute certainty that he was gonna be there.

These people you’d been living were practically programmed with a script so there was surely no way anything could change unless…

“Hey (y/n) glad to see you are awake. We have some good news.”

At that moment Sam popped his head in from the hallway and you couldn’t keep a smile at bay.

It was finally a new day.

The man gave you a confused look, but was happy nonetheless to see you.

“Wow, you seem pretty chipper for someone who has been through a lot in the past few hours. You good?” Sam came to your bedside and gave you a blueberry muffin wrapped in a thin napkin. It was hard to come by muffins in the compound, let alone breakfast at all, and you felt a ping of joy when you noticed that Sam remembered your favorite snack. He’d always have your back whether it was a muffin or a bullet.

“It’s nothing. I am just happy that today is a new day and I can start with a clean slate.” Taking a bite into the muffin, you relished in the fresh and spongy cake while your conscience scolded you for not indulging in these during your everlasting day from hell.

“I don’t know what’s gotten to you, but I am loving the cringe-worthy optimism. Speaking of which, I have something to add to that.” You ignored the subtle dig at your newfound look on life and rather keened in on the last half of his words.

“Did you-” Tears started to brim your eyes. Happy ones. Soon your muffin was long forgotten as you threw off the covers and stood from the bed. Sam was quick to stand as well, steadying you when your sheets got tangled at your feet and you spun a bit.

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There he was.

Your Steve was standing before you with a look of adoration on his face while his arms were wide open, beckoning you to him.

“How?” A gasp of question fell from your lips and at this point you were sure your body and mind were gonna explode from this extra case of surprise, as if you hadn’t been through enough of that. It was astronomical that you could even feel that emotion at this point.

“Scott discovered that we somehow ripped time?” You furrowed your brows and Steve continued on. “ When you all sent me back to return, I guess it was a bit miscalculated.”

So it wasn’t all a dream? Could it really be that you had lived the same day on repeat? It was like someone had accidentally hit the repeat button for a song one too many times, but instead of a song, it was your life?

“Now I am not good with all the technical things, but apparently it stopped time in a way. Dr. Banner even said that it could have caused for some to experience some type of repetitive time abnormality!” Steve chuckled, not understanding a single word that he was saying to you. It was like a foreign language to him. He blamed it on being from a time where technology barely existed, but you and the rest of the team were quick to reassure him that it was confusing for all.

“Oh, if only you all knew.” Wrapping your arms around Steve’s slim waist, you nestled your face into his chest, inhaling his cologne and embracing his warmth. Steve placed his lips on the crown on your head and you two stayed that way for an eternity,

One day maybe you’d tell them the story, but for now you were gonna relish in the time you had with Steve. If you had learned anything from your experience, it was that time was a tricky thing and that you shouldn’t hold a grudge as life did on you for that day. You will never make any progress if you do. Live in the moment and roll with the punches life throws in your direction.

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years

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plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off. the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

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scarletemeterio-thesecond · 4 years

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Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you, but I wanted to ask if you could do a part two of Heartbreak and Betrayal. I really like the story, but it's sad that it ended that way 🥺,maybe a fluffy ending for the second part(?). 🌻 Btw english it's not my first language, sorry if I made mistakes! Have a nice day!🥺💕

Omg, thank you for being so sweet, and you're definitely not bothering me! Don't worry, english is not my first language either! Hope you have a nice day too! <3

Thank you so much for requesting a part 2! I actually had a few ideas to continue that imagine but I wasn't sure if anyone would want to read it. It's literally the longest thing I've ever written, I hope you like it!

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Making Things Right (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: Mention of toes, mentions of scars

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender

Summary: Zuko and reader meet up again after the events at Ba Sing Se

Word Count: 4389

part 1

Joining the Avatar was one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I didn't only find amazing friends, I found a new family. I haven't been with them for long but we've already had a lot of adventures.

Right now, we were at the Western Air Temple since our plans for the invasion didn't work very well. We tried to talk to Aang about defeating the Fire Lord, but he didn't pay much attention. We needed to find a firebending teacher for him before the comet, and we had no idea where to look for one. We decided to follow Aang since we needed to find a solution to this problem. Once we all were back on land, Toph spoke, and we soon realized we had company. He was here, in front of us. The person I thought -and wished- I'd never see again, right there a few meters away from us.

He said he wanted to join us and even started talking about how much he had changed; I didn't believe anything he said. I hated to admit it, but the opportunity to let a potential firebending teacher go was kind of stupid but we were talking about Zuko here, the guy who had betrayed us; and he even said he sent that assassin after us! Apparently, I wasn't the only one who didn't want him here so we kicked him out.

"Why would he try to fool us like that?" asked Katara.

"Obviously, he wants to lead us into some kind of trap" said Sokka.

"This is just like when we were in prison together in Ba Sing Se" started saying the waterbender.

I wanted to agree with them, to say that I didn't believe any word he said but I just couldn't. I wanted to hate him, but a part of me knew we needed him, so I just stayed silent while they continued talking, with Aang joining them.

"He wasn't lying" said Toph, snapping me out of my thoughts. "And I'm just saying that considering his messed-up family and how he was raised, he could've turned out a lot worse".

"You're right, Toph. Let's go find him and give him a medal. The 'not as much of a jerk as you could've been' award" said Katara, clearly starting to get annoyed.

"All I know is that while he was talking to us, he was sincere. Maybe you're all just letting your hurt feelings to keep you from thinking clearly. Well, all except (Y/N), not a single bad word about him has left your mouth" she commented and I immediately wanted to kill her for pointing that out.

"Why would you even try to defend him, Toph?"

"Because, Katara, you're all ignoring one crucial fact: Aang needs a firebending teacher. We can't think of a single person in the world to do the job. Now one shows up on a silver platter and you won't even think about it?"

"I'm not having Zuko as my teacher" said Aang.

"Ugh, I'm beginning to wonder who's really the blind one around here" and after saying that, she left.

There was an awkward silence in the air, and I knew they would practically hate me for what I was about to say.

"She's right".

"No way, (Y/N)! The guy literally broke your heart and you're still defending him?"

"I'm not defending him, Sokka! I'm just saying that we should consider him as Aang's firebending teacher. Where would we find another person willing to do it?"

"You're just saying that just because somehow you still love him" said Katara in an angry tone.

"You have no idea how I feel" I said immediately. "And I thought I made myself very clear when I said I didn't want to talk about any of that the moment I joined you. Toph is right, you're all blind here".

After saying that, I started walking away. Once I got to a quiet place in the Temple, I sat down with my back against the wall, and as soon as my body touched the floor, I started crying. I didn’t know why, but I felt so frustrated, I was angry, sad, and even though I hated to admit it, I missed him so much. I often wondered what would’ve happened if things had been different and it only made me feel worse because I knew it made no sense to wish for something impossible, but sometimes I just wanted him by my side. I realized that Toph was approaching me and I quickly tried to get rid of my tears.

"Are you okay?" she asked me as she sat next to me. I loved how good of a friend she was and how much she cared about all of us, even if she didn’t show it all the time. "I know you were crying and I can imagine what happened but I’ll let you tell me about it if you want, yeah?" I nodded.

"I just told them you were right, about Aang needing a firebending teacher and… well, here I am. I know that he did bad things in the past, I personally experienced some of them, but we can’t let this opportunity go to waste and Katara started telling me that I was just saying that because I still loved him".

"Well, she’s not wrong, (Y/N)".

"I know, it’s just that- It made me feel even worse than I already feel because I know that I shouldn’t have feelings for him after everything that happened but I just can’t help it". I could feel the tears running down my face again. "I’m just so hurt, Toph. And I’ve even dreamt of seeing him again and exchanging a conversation with him but at the same time I feel like it’s not worth it; like he was just pretending with me the whole time".

"You have every right to feel like that" she started saying.

"But?"

"But maybe talking to him wouldn’t be such a bad idea" I knew she was right but deep down I tried to convince myself that she wasn’t. "I’m not saying you have to do it, not if you don’t want to. Maybe if he ends up joining us, you could take some baby steps, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad" I admitted out loud. She smiled briefly and then she punched my arm and I couldn’t help but smile at her action. Toph was just so Toph sometimes. She got up and left, leaving me by myself, now a lot more at peace with my thoughts than before. I stayed there for a while and finally decided to go back to the others since it was getting late and it was my turn to make dinner.

We all ate in silence, there was a slightly uncomfortable silence, which was broken by my voice, asking if anyone had seen the little earthbender. Everyone said that they hadn’t seen or heard of her since earlier today and I found that pretty unusual.

"I’m sorry for reacting the way I did today" I said.

"No, (Y/N), I’m sorry for talking to you like that. I shouldn’t have told you what I did" said Katara, grabbing my hand and smiling at me. "We know you meant no harm, and we shouldn’t have been that mean to you". I accepted her apology, but I knew she still didn’t like the idea of Zuko joining us. After dinner, we all went to bed and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up with the sun hitting my face. I stayed in my room for a few minutes and I finally decided to get up and go outside. Everyone was already up, which didn’t surprise me at all since I was extremely tired last night, so it made sense that I was the last to wake up. It was Katara’s turn to make lunch, but I decided to help her; I wanted to do something and I also wanted to spend some time with her. We shared some much-needed laughs and I felt so grateful to have a friend like her in my life; we had our fights, but at the end of the day, we were always there for each other and I loved that about our friendship. When we were done, we quickly started serving the food and she began to wonder where Toph was.

"I haven’t seen her since she stormed off yesterday" said Sokka.

"Maybe she’s just exploring the Air Temple" commented Haru. "There are some pretty fun spots to practice earthbending".

"I think we should go look for her".

"Oh, let her have fun with her rocks. I’m in no rush to have her yelling at us again".

"I don’t know, I think Katara is right. I haven’t seen her for a while and I’m starting to get worried" I said.

Then, we heard a loud noise and everything moved around us, and Toph fell from a little pile of rocks.

"Toph, what happened?"

"My feet got burned" she answered and Katara quickly started healing her feet.

"Oh, no, what happened?" she asked worriedly again.

"I just told you, my feet got burned".

"I meant how".

"Well, I kind of went to see Zuko last night".

"What?" I asked as the others reacted surprised too.

"I just thought he could be helpful to us and if I talked to him, maybe we could work something out".

"So he attacked you?" asked Sokka, also worried.

"Well, he did and he didn’t" said Toph before saying that it had been an accident.

"See, you trusted Zuko and you got burned… literally" said Sokka. "And it’s not the first time this happens, we can’t trust him".

As he said that, I immediately touched my arm, which now had a scar thanks to everything that had happened back in Ba Sing Se. They all kept talking but I didn’t pay any attention to them, I was concentrated on my thoughts. I didn’t think much about my scar but when I did, it just took me back to the catacombs. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and we tried to hide as soon as possible. Just before doing that, we saw Zuko telling Combustion Man to stop hunting Aang, but he paid no attention and continued anyways. We tried to fight back since we had to do something if we didn’t want anything bad to happen to us. Thankfully, Sokka had the amazing idea of using his boomerang, which literally saved us. Well, along with Zuko. He was climbing from a root, trying not to fall and he didn’t.

"I can’t believe I’m saying this but thanks, Zuko" said Aang.

"Listen, I know I didn’t explain myself very well yesterday. I’ve been through a lot in the past years, and it’s been hard. But I’m realizing that I had to go through all those things to learn the truth." He looked at me while saying that and it didn’t take me long to break the eye contact between us. "I thought I had lost my honor and that somehow my father could return it to me. But I know now that no one can give you your honor. It’s something you earn for yourself by choosing to do what’s right. And all I want now is to play my part in ending this war, I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world".

I could see that Aang’s expression was a lot softer now as Zuko kept talking, and I realized mine was too.

"I’m sorry for what I did to you. It was an accident." He said to Toph. "Fire can be dangerous and wild. So as a firebender, I need to be more careful and control my bending so I don’t hurt people unintentionally".

"I think you are supposed to be my firebending teacher" said Aang. "When I first tried to learn firebending, I burned Katara. And after that, I never wanted to firebend again. But now I know you understand how easy it is to hurt the people you love" I lifted my head at his words, feeling the young Avatar’s eyes on me and I quickly looked at Zuko before looking away once more. "I’d like you to teach me".

"Thank you. I’m so happy you’ve accepted me into your group".

"Not so fast. I still have to ask my friends if it’s okay with them" he then proceeded to ask every single one of us our opinion on the matter, and I felt my heart beating fast when he said my name.

"You need a firebending teacher, it would be dumb of us to refuse his offer" I said, and that made it official: Zuko was now part of our group.

Having him around was a bit weird at first, but as the days went by, I got used to his presence. I hated to admit it but having him around wasn’t so bad after all. We were now having dinner, and we were glad Zuko and Katara were fine after their trip together. It was weird to be camping, but I liked to be outdoors, so it didn’t bother me; well, except for the cold, of course. We stayed around the fire for a while after we finished eating, but we finally decided to go to bed since we had to get up early in order to go to Ember Island. Everyone had gone to their tents but I stayed outside for a while, drawing whatever went through my mind.

"Here" I heard a voice say. I looked up and I was met up with Zuko’s face, and he was offering me his robe. I looked at him confused and he sat by my side. "You’re cold, I can tell because you’re curling your toes" he said.

"Thanks" I said, grabbing his robe and putting it on. He stayed there beside me and asked me what I was drawing. "Just Momo sleeping". As I said that I gestured with my head to show him where the lemur was, and he let out a smile.

"I know I said this a couple of times already but I’m glad to see you again and I-" he said, but I interrupted him.

"Please, Zuko, I don’t want to talk about it now. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’d very much rather have this conversation at any other moment; not now, please". I begged, not wanting to deal with this right now. He nodded and told me he understood, but that we would have to talk sooner or later. "I know, I’m still very confused. Give me some time to figure out my feelings, please".

"I will, I promise".

We stayed there in silence for a few minutes while I finished my drawing. Once I was done, I started getting up to go to my tent, and when I was going to give Zuko back his robe, he told me to keep it. I smiled at him and started walking away, but I turned around and walked back to him.

"Here, I want you to have it" I said while giving him my drawing. He smiled and thanked me. We stood there, looking at each other for a few seconds until he said it was late and that we both should go to bed.

"Good night, (Y/N)". Right before walking away, he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and I was glad it was dark enough for him to not see that I was blushing. I went to my tent and tried to be as silent as possible since I thought Katara would be already asleep.

"Did you guys kiss?" I heard her ask.

"Spirits, Katara, you scared me!" I yelled in a whisper.

"I'm sorry. Did you, though?"

"No, nothing happened" I said, hoping she'd believe me. I took off Zuko's robe and started getting inside my sleeping bag as Katara spoke again.

"Then why do you have his robe?"

"I was cold and he gave it to me, okay?" I looked at her and I realized she wouldn't leave me alone unless I told her everything, so I did. "I'm just so confused" I said after telling her, letting out a sigh.

"I think you're just scared of him hurting you again" she said. "And I get it, he really hurt you and you have every right to be mad, but I see the way he looks at you, (Y/N)".

"That's the thing, I don't even think I'm mad anymore. I guess you're right and I'm probably just scared, but I don't want to be".

"You still need some time".

"How much?" I asked. "Because if I'm being honest I miss him a lot and I just want to be with him, and it's already been a while since he joined us. It's like I'm just a tiny little step away from being ready".

"As much as you need, (Y/N). You'll know when you're ready, trust me". She grabbed my hand in order to reassure me and I smiled at her. "Maybe you're ready and you just don't want to admit it to yourself" she whispered.

She then proceeded to say good night and quickly fell asleep. I was tired, but I just wasn't able to stop thinking about my shared moment with Zuko and what Katara said to me. Maybe she was right and I was ready; maybe I was just scared of being ready, of getting hurt again. I could feel my head starting to hurt a little, but still I thankfully managed to fall asleep, which was actually a blessing since I didn't want to be tired for our trip.

Being at Ember Island felt extremely weird, but it was the best place we had to hide until the comet. Aang and Zuko were training, and Katara, Toph, and I were sitting in the corner. We were all talking when suddenly Sokka and Suki told us about a play that, supposedly, told our story.

"We were just in town and we found this poster" said Suki and then Sokka showed us said poster.

"Listen to this. The Boy In The Iceberg is a new production from acclaimed playwright Puan Tin, who scoured the globe gathering information on the Avatar" he started saying, reading what was on the poster.

"Do you really think it's a good idea for us to attend a play about us?" asked Katara.

"Oh, come on. A day at the theater? This is the kind of time-wasting nonsense I've been missing" said her brother. And so we decided to go that night. I honestly didn't know what to expect, but we honestly needed to take a break.

The day went by pretty quick, and soon we had to get ready to go.

"I think that maybe you should take of that shirt" said Katara, looking at the one I was wearing under my fire nation attire. "We don't want people to suspect we're not from the Fire Nation, and your shirt is blue".

I sighed in frustration but I knew she was right. However, I didn't want to take it out, mainly because I was a bit self-conscious about my scar; it was the only reason I used my long sleeve shirt.

"Could you come and help me?" I asked the waterbender. "I can't put this top back on my by myself". She nodded and we went inside for a moment. I had taken off my blue shirt and when she was helping me with my red one, she noticed something was wrong.

"I can stay here with you if you don't feel comfortable going out without covering it" she said, talking about my scar. I honestly considered accepting her offer for a moment. I wasn't that self-conscious about my scar anymore, but covering it was easier: I didn't have to worry about people looking at me, or things like that. But tonight I didn't really care about what anyone could think, so I refused.

"It's nothing, Katara. We should go, we don't want to be late" I said right before she finished helping me with my top. I thanked her and we went back outside to meet the others. We were all ready and so we left.

When we got to the theater, we quickly went to our sits since the play was about to begin. I sat between Zuko and Katara, with Aang and Toph at each end of the bench.

Everything up till the intermission was kind of weird; the guys have told me some things that happened before I joined them, but seeing some actors recreating that was extremely funny.

"Look guys, I know it must hurt but what you're seeing up there is the truth" said Toph before going back to our sits.

When it was Toph's moment to appear in the play, she got excited. She was played by some guy and she actually found that extremely funny, and so did I; maybe coming here hadn't been such a bad idea after all.

Or maybe it was. I wasn't in the play, and when they were acting the whole catacombs situation, they made it seem like Katara and Zuko liked each other. I knew they didn't, but it still made me feel weird and I could tell they felt the same. Suddenly, Aang got up and left and a few moments later, I decided to do the same. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, waiting for the next intermission. It wasn't long till everyone got out, and Toph, Zuko and I stayed there while Katara went to look for Aang and Sokka went backstage with Suki.

"Geez, everyone's getting so upset about their characters. Even you seem more down than usual, and that's saying something" said the earthbender to Zuko.

"At least you guys are in the play, they didn't even mention me" I said under my breath.

"You don't get it, Toph. You get a muscly version of yourself taking down ten bad guys at once and making sassy remarks".

"Yeah, that's pretty great" said the little girl.

"But for me, it takes all the mistakes I've made in my life and shoves them back in my face. Even the ones they don't talk about!" After hearing that, I didn't even think before acting, I just grabbed his hand and started caressing it. He kept talking about his uncle but I didn't say anything; I just stayed there in silence, letting them talk.

We went back in for the last part of the play. To be honest, I was a little bored and just wanted to head back to the house. I could tell I wasn't the only one, and there was a weird tension in the air. We all were a bit shocked at the end of the play, and on the way back to the house we all talked about how bad it actually was. Once we got there, everyone quickly went to bed, and when I was leaving, Zuko told me to stop.

"Is now a good time to talk?" he asked and I slowly nodded. We sat near the fountain, next to each other. "I don't know what the playwright was thinking, but that thing with Katara never happened at the catacombs" he said after a while.

"I know" I whispered. "It was just a play" I reassured him. He nodded and let out a sigh before talking again.

"I have so many things to say but I don't know where to begin with I-" he took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I just want to make things right".

"I'm not mad at you anymore, Zuko" I said. "I used to be so angry and sad, I guess I needed some time".

"I understand. I'm so sorry for everything that happened, I feel so guilty for betraying you and for hurting you" he said the last part while looking briefly at my arm. "If I could go back to that day, I… I don't know what I would do, honestly".

"We can't change the past, Zuko" I said. "I just have one question and I need you to answer me with the truth. Did you ever feel something for me? Or were you just faking the whole time?" I could tell my heart was beating fast, and I even had some tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks.

"Every single moment with you was true" he said. "I really loved you, and I regret never saying it out loud because I know that it's too late now".

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at him in the eyes.

"I never stopped loving you, (Y/N). Yes, I came here to help Aang, but also because I wanted to see you again. But after being around you for a while I realized that maybe you're better off without me".

"Don't say that" I whispered, preparing myself for what I was about to say, but before he words could leave my mouth he started talking again.

"But it's true. And I know deep down that I'll always love you, but I can't make you love me back if you don't and I-" I cut him off by grabbing his neck in order to press my lips against his.

"I do love you, Zuko. I never stopped loving you" he looked at me surprised, and I didn't know if it was because of what I just said or the kiss. Nevertheless, I kissed him again, and this time he kissed me back; the kiss was sweet and at the same time kind of desperate, and when I backed off a bit, I could tell he had a little smile on his face.

"I missed kissing you so much" he said, cupping my face to then give me a quick kiss on my nose. "I missed you so much" he whispered.

"I missed you too" I said right before hugging him and placing my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead and suddenly, right here with his arms around me, I felt at home.

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holyfuckthisfishcandrive · 4 years

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Books and Answers

Masterpost (makes this easier, this is chapter 25 btw), Ao3

Word count: 2842

Warnings: stuff from the last chapter mentioned, implied past trauma and flashback, hostage situation, syringes, implied human experiments

Logan woke up to a splitting headache.

He blinked and the light falling past the curtains burned in his eyes.

He winced and it took him another few minutes to be able to open his eyes.

A glass of water stood on his bedside table, together with a small pill. He reached out slowly and drank almost the entire glass before he took the pill and drank the rest.

Virgil must've left it out for him-

Virgil.

Logan shot up almost falling over from a wave of dizziness.

He had strangled Virgil.

There was no body on the floor.

So he at least hadn't killed him.

He had strangled his son.

Fuck.

Logan ran out into the hallway and turned around himself once before rushing to Virgil's room.

"Virgil?!" his own voice made his headache spike.

The room was empty. The bed as unmade as ever, the skulls neatly on their shelves, drawings and posters on the walls.

Logan nearly fell down the stairs and burst into the empty kitchen, went on into the living room and ran back up the stairs.

"Virgl? Are you here?"

He ripped open the bathroom door and stopped.

The sink was covered in tiny bits of dark purple hair. A carton was visible in the trash can.

Logan grabbed it and pulled it out.

Purple hairdye.

Had Virgil dyed his hair?

But where was he now?

There was no blood anywhere so at least Virgil hadn't cut again.

But he was still gone.

Logan realised a few minutes later that his shoes were gone and dialled Emile's number. Maybe Virgil had gone to Emile and Remy. They were like uncles to him after all.

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Janus woke up slowly.

They were cuddling someone and opened their eyes to figure out who the actual fuck was in their bed.

Oh, right. Virgil had come over last night.

He looked different.

His hair had been shoulder-length for years now but he'd shaved most of it, leaving him with an undercut and purple hair at the top of his head. There were no tear tracks left on his face and the bags under his eyes were as dark as ever, making Janus wonder how long he'd gone without sleep this time. They glanced at their alarm clock. It'd ring in a minute.

They waited, watching the long thin second's finger move steadily until it reached the 12 again and the minute finger moved to quarter past.

A shrill noise cut through the room and Janus reached out over Virgil and turned it off.

"What-?" Virgil squinted and pat against their arm as if trying to find out what it was in his halfawake state.

"Morning," Janus greeted him. "Are you okay?"

Virgil stared at them for a moment before shrugging. After the way, he'd shown up Janus wasn't sure if they could expect much better.

"What day is it?" Virgil asked.

"Don't fucking know," Janus chuckled.

They grabbed their phone and unlocked it.

"We're lucky," they said. "It's Saturday. We don't have school today."

"Thank fucking god."

Janus contemplated for a moment before speaking up again.

"Can I ask what happened yesterday?" they finally asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Virgil looked away from them.

"Maybe... Maybe later but I don't think," he shook his head. "Not now."

"Okay," Janus nodded and got up, grabbing a shirt they had felt on the back of their desk chair. "Are you hungry? Mum bought some new cereal yesterday."

"A bit... Won't your parents ask why I'm suddenly here? Or who I am?"

Janus hesitated.

Right, neither Mum nor Luan had ever met Virgil in all the years they'd been friends. Even when they'd talked about him they had never actually used a name. They'd only ever called him 'a friend' or similar titles. Then again, both Mum and Luan tended to go to bed as early as possible to catch as much sleep as possible, since they had to get up early. Even while still looking for work Mum tended to be busy for the entire day and stood up with Luan. So, it wouldn't sound too weird if Janus just said that Virgil had come by after they had gone to bed. They'd just have to leave out the fact that it had been like three am and that Virgil had climbed in through the window and cried.

"I'll handle it," they said. "Don't worry. I'm an excellent liar."

The two of them left the small room and made their way through the apartment, Virgil's eyes scanning everything they passed as if he was looking for hidden clues to a puzzle only he knew about. Janus knew the feeling. It was how they constantly felt around Virgil.

The smell of coffee greeted them as they entered the kitchen.

"Morning," Luan mumbled and took a sip of his big 'Good Morning' mug. It had a jawning cartoon sheep under the phrase and had been his favourite ever since Mum had given it to him for Valentines Day six years ago.

He did a double-take and rubbed over his eyes as if to check he wasn't seeing things before staring at Virgil, looking vaguely confused.

"I could've sworn there was only one teenager in this household," he muttered into his coffee before calling towards the bedroom. "Babe? Did you have another child while I was at work?"

"What?" Mum called back her footsteps came closer and she stopped in the door to the living room.

"This is my friend, Virgil," Janus introduced quickly. "He came over after you two went to bed last night."

"Just some stress at home," Virgil mumbled and shrugged awkwardly.

"Oh," Luan nodded. "That makes a lot more sense. I need more caffeine."

"Nice to meet you, Virgil," Mum took her own steaming mug from the counter. "Do either of you want any coffee?"

"Not today, thanks," Janus got out two bowls for cereal while Virgil just shook his head.

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Patton turned on the speakers he hadn't needed in months as soon as he got down into the shop.

The calming music filled the shop and he let himself just listen and breath for a few minutes.

He knew exactly what had triggered the night terror. He had almost expected it even.

He really had to start turning off the news as soon as they talked about any sort of science involving labs and experiments.

Patton gently caressed the petals of a full red rose. He'd take it slow today. Give himself the time he needed to fully believe that he was safe, that they couldn't and wouldn't hunt him down and drag him back there.

He was fine, he reminded himself, taking a sip of his rose tea.

About an hour after opening the bell over the door rung for the first time.

"Good morning- Logan!" he felt his heart leap at the sight of Logan. it had been almost a month and he'd missed him far more than he'd expected to.

"Hello, Patton," Logan smiled at him. He looked tired and a few strands of hair hung into his face. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," Patton smiled back at him. "Is something wrong?"

He reached out with his powers and felt Logan's distress, panic and soul-crushing guilt. He could guess that something bad had happened but it was hard to tell where the emotions came from through the chaos they had created in Logan.

"I- Uhm... I made a mistake," Logan said. "Have you seen Virgil by any chance? He won't answer his phone and no one I asked so far saw him."

"No, I haven't," Patton frowned. "What happened?"

"I did something... bad and he ran away last night. And I understand that he doesn't want to see me right now but I just have to make sure that he's alright."

"Okay," Patton said. "Well, as I said, I didn't see him but if I do I'll tell you. And I'll check if he's alright."

Logan gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Patton. It means a lot."

For a moment they stood in silence.

Patton wasn't sure what to say.

Part of him wanted to apologize for the kiss but he wasn't sure if he really should.

"I'm sorry I didn't contact you after our date," Logan said suddenly. "I didn't mean to ghost you like that."

"Oh, it's fine. But... could I maybe have your number?"

"Of course," Logan pat down his pockets. "I... forgot my phone at home."

Patton chuckled.

"Don't worry, I have a pen," he grabbed it from under the counter and took Logan's hand. He wrote down his mobile number and handed Logan the pen, offering his own hand.

Logan took it so gently as if he was afraid of breaking Patton.

Slowly he wrote down his number and it tickled slightly.

Then he put the pen down again.

"I have to go now but... I'd like to go out for coffee again. Or maybe something similar. It was nice."

Patton nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I'd like that. I hope you find Virgil. Like I said, if I see him I'll make sure he's okay and tell you."

"Thank you. And if you do and he doesn't want to see me... can you please tell him that I'm so, so sorry. He doesn't have to forgive me but I just want him to know that."

"Okay," Patton nodded. "Will do. I hope I'll see you soon."

Logan gave him one last tired smile before turning and leaving the shop again.

Patton watched him go and reached out with his powers again.

Logan was still upset, worried and guilty but the panic had lessened ever so slightly. Considering the situation Patton counted that as a small win. He hoped he'd get a chance to talk to Virgil.

Part of him wanted to know what had happened, the other part wasn't sure if it was his place to know. He wasn't a part of their family and this clearly was a thing between the two of them but he also wanted to help. Not only because he cared about Logan but also because he was worried about Virgil, running around somewhere in these streets, probably just as upset as Logan - if not more - and maybe making bad decisions.

He smelled at his tea and enjoyed the warmth on his face for a moment.

For the following hours, nothing much happened, a few customers, a small chat with Ms Cho and nearly two pots of tea.

Patton closed the shop a little earlier than usual and moved up to his apartment to wrap himself up in his blanket and watch Cartoons.

He turned on the TV and lazily flicked through the channels. Some documentary, a Cartoon for toddlers - not really the kind he wanted to see, a reality show, a cooking show where Gordon Ramsay was yelling at some poor guy about carrots, the news -

Patton stopped as the sight on the monitor behind the moderator registered and turned up the volume.

"- according to the authorities there are seven hostages in the building. The Professor hasn't made any demands for their release so far. We'll keep you posted as soon as anything happens."

Patton's stomach dropped.

Seven hostages.

He couldn't stand by and do nothing. Logic was his opponent, it was his duty to fight him and free those poor people from his captivity. He downed the last bit of his tea and stood up to get dressed.

Damn Logic.

While he put on his armour, hoodie and boots one thought wouldn't leave him alone.

This wasn't Logic's style at all.

Hostage situations were something he expected from Psyche, maybe sometimes from Sleep or gangs, but not from Logic. Something was off with it.

He pushed the thought aside and climbed out of the window, only turning on the LEDs in the heart on his chest when he was a few buildings away from his apartment.

It took him fifteen minutes to reach the library Professor Logic had taken over.

Police were surrounding the building and one of them was trying to get Logic's attention.

Patton landed next to him and the man stopped, putting down the megaphone.

"I'll try to get in through the roof and get the hostages to safety," Patton told him. "Try to keep him distracted.

"Be careful," the policeman frowned.

"Will do."

He scaled the side of the building and looked around on the roof for an entrance.

He quickly found a small window which he managed to slip through and found himself in a dusty attic, full of old books. He sneezed and froze, listening for footsteps.

Silence.

Good.

That meant nobody had heard him.

Slowly Patton snuck towards the stairs and down into the highest floor of the library. and looked down through the balcony like opening down all the way.

The hostages were on the lowest floor, huddled together, but he couldn't see Logic anywhere. Maybe he was finally talking to the police now.

Patton snuck down the stairs, listening for anything suspicious all the while.

On the second floor, he hesitated again, just to make sure that Logic was nowhere near the hostages.

There were four college students, whispering among each other, a woman holding her baby close and rocking back and forth, a man nervously biting at his nails and a couple holding onto each other tightly. They glanced into different directions from time to time as if looking for the Professor. So they didn't know where he was either.

Patton stepped back from the railing.

"Hello, Heartrate," a smooth voice behind him made him freeze.

Slowly Patton turned around.

"Hello, Logic."

Professor Logic looked tired, his usually so bright eyes dull and lifeless.

"I'm glad you came here."

Patton blinked in surprise.

"And why is that? Do you want to fight me?"

"No," Logic shook his head. "I don't. I want to ask you something."

"Really? Why I don't approve of you holding these poor people, maybe?" he hissed.

"Oh, them? They can go. I don't care for them. I just want to talk to you."

"Doesn't look like they can go."

"Then tell them," Logic shrugged. "I don't care."

Patton frowned. Logic's emotions seemed to indicate that he was speaking the truth. Slowly he turned around.

"Hey!" he called to get the people's attention. "You can leave! Everything will be alright! Just go outside!"

They seemed to hesitate for a moment before scrambling towards the doors.

Patton watched them go until they were out of sight, just to be sure that they'd be alright. Even if Logic didn't seem to be lying, he couldn't be sure.

"So," Patton turned back around, "what do you want from me?"

Your powers. Are they your fault or someone else's'?"

"What?" Patton asked, taken aback.

The words "None of your business" were at the tip of his tongue. The anxiety from last night was still in his bones and just thinking about it made it tingle all over again. It was none of Logic's business. Patton's trauma wasn't his to know about. The scars on his arms were his own to count and see in the bathroom mirror.

"Are they your fault or someone else's'? If it makes you more comfortable, mine are most definitely my fault."

"What do you mean by that?" Patton's frown deepened.

Had Logic done the kind of experiments to himself that they had done to him?

Patton felt his throat close up, memories he'd tried to bury years ago, flashing through his mind.

Logic frowned.

"Do you... You don't actually know where powers come from?" he asked slowly.

Oh, Patton knew too well where his powers were from. The syringes, tests and transfusions were haunting him.

Logic looked away for a moment.

"Trauma," he suddenly said. "Powers come from trauma. There is a gene few people have that triggers a trauma response, resulting in people developing powers."

Trauma?

It hadn't been the tests?

Or, it had. Just mot in the way Patton had thought for years.

"Mine was my fault thanks to my own bad decisions. Who's fault are your's?"

Patton clenched his teeth, trying to process the new information. If powers stemmed from trauma, that meant all of them were traumatised, right? Not just him but Logic, Sleep and Psyche too. Were they really all just traumatised people fighting each other?

"Someone else's," he said tonelessly.

"Mhm. I see. Can I ask how your powers developed? Did it happen quickly or fast?"

"Why are you asking me these questions? I'm not sure. I think they came slowly. One thing after the other until I just... had them."

"Thank you. I just wanted to know if there was a difference," Logic nodded to himself and turned to leave. "Goodbye."

"Wait! Why did you want to know this?!"

"If strange things happen around town or something, it's my fault. We'll see what kind of powers will be the result."

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Drama in Drama

Synopsis: Just two theatre nerds best friends... who also have to kiss.

Word count: 1879

Wanrings: Nothing really. Just a sappy drama nerd stuff.

I smiled triumphantly as I looked at the posted cast list. Freshman year it was Aunt March in 'Little Women.' This year it will be Kim in 'Check Please and Check Please Take 2.'

It's not surprising that I made the cast. I may be shy and timid in class, but on stage is where I shine. It also helped that I was in the actual Drama class and was basically the director's TA. Seeing Peter's name on the list was certainly shocking though. He was definitely an appreciator of the dramatic arts (as evident from our multiple broadway trips. Courtesy of Tony Stark), but he didn't seem like an actual preformer.

I pulled out my phone and shot him a text.

"Thanks for telling me you auditioned. Congrats btw, Hank."

A few seconds later he replied,

"I thought it'd be a nice surprise. We don't really get to hang out anymore."

"How do you even plan to do this AND be Mr. Spiderman?"

It was an honest question. He was pretty much always busy since he became Queen's favourite crime fighting spider.

No response. Looks like he didn't know either.

We went through the school day as normal, but we were called out of class for about 15 minutes to discuss the practice schedule. Tonight we would have a simple read through right after school.

We all sat in the comfortable auditorium seats. I smiled at my usual friends and introduced myself to newcomers.

"Sorry, I'm late!" A breathy excuse fell over the room.

We all looked to the doors to see Peter walking in looking disheveled.

I waved him over to me and explained that our director wasn't even there yet. He immediately looked relieved.

As if fate willed it so, the director walked in right after I said that to him.

"Hello, sorry I'm late, but I trust you all were entertained." He said as he walked in and stood in front of the group.

"First things first, I don't actually have scripts for all of us, so some script sharing will have to be done. Betty, Flash you two have the most lines so you'll get personal scripts. (Y/n) and Peter, you guys will be sharing…" he continued to explain, but I didn't really have a need to listen at this point.

Our director invited us on the stage and we all sat in a semicircle. Peter and I sat by one another as we had one script. He was the main guy's best friend. And I was the main girl's best friend. We had a section at the opening of the play, but not anything after until the second Act. We both found the story funny, so we listened to the read through.

"Act two is set up pretty cool. Basically we'll have Kim and Hank sat on a couch centre stage. Girl and Guy will be on their respective friend's side." The director explained as he moved us around.

As there was no couch on the stage, Peter and I just sat cross-legged in the middle of the circle. Betty was a few feet away from me, and Flash was a few feet away from Peter.

"And scene."

This prompted us to begin our scene. Guy and Girl went on about how their date attempts were not going well. It didn't take long to realize Kim and Hank were an item. That's not what threw us off. We were supposed to be playing a video game and just talking to our friends. To be honest, it's what Peter and I do with most of our time.

What made things interesting was the stage direction.

"Think they'll be okay?" Peter read.

"Yeah, they're fine." I replied.

Then our director read the directions out loud.

"They peck each other briefly on the lips. Oh my God."

Suddenly an eruption of laugher and dramatic smooching sounds filled the auditorium.

Peter looked at me with red cheeks that could rival how red mine were.

"Ha! Go on and kiss him!" A student nudged my arm.

"Mr. Reed you literally can't make her do that. It's cruel and unusual punishment." Flash shouted at the director.

"(Y/n), Peter it's up to you guys. We could just do a peck on the cheek." He suggested.

"Pete?" I cleared my throat and asked him.

"I mean, if you're okay with that." He mumbled while scratching the back of his head.

I looked at my best friend. Sure, why not? It's just a kiss.

I leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. The momentary contact allowed me to feel just how hot his cheeks were.

I don't think the rest of the group expected me to actually kiss him. Everybody fell deathly silent after. After a beat, Mr. Reed continued to read the stage directions.

We continued our scene as a blubbering mess. Once it was over Mr. Reed began to set up the next scene. Peter and I immediately retreated to our spot in the circle.

A boy next to me, James, smiled and said I looked like I was in pain. I laughed at his comment. He was pretty funny. For the rest of the read through he kept me thoroughly entertained. He had funny comments to make during every scene. I could tell we would become fast friends.

…..

Practice went on for six weeks. Peter magically found a balance between school, the play, and his heroic responsibilities.

At this point, I've kissed Peter more times than I've ever thought possible. We had our lines memorized, but our director suggested we came in to work on our delivery before opening night.

Other groups were in the auditorium too. I instantly noticed James doing something over the top on the back. Just seeing him doing something like that made me smile.

"(Y/n), Peter, perfect, hop on stage and we'll work on your scene."

Peter hopped up first and offered me a hand. Before I could even accept his hand I saw James run on stage. He also offered me a hand up. As I began to develop a crush on James these past few weeks, so I accepted James' help. Once I was on stage, I felt James place a had on the small of my back. He whispered a quick good luck in my ear before running off.

I turned back to Peter and saw him eyeing James as he went in a completely different direction.

"You nervous?" I asked with excitement.

This may be Peter's first play, but it's all a routine to me now. I loved performing.

"Is it obvious?" He nervously fidgeted with his hands.

"A little." I joked and took my seat on the couch.

He followed and looked out to the currently empty audience.

"Okay, you two we need to figure out this scene." Our director came up out of nowhere.

"I looked at other people doing this scene on YouTube and they're just more convincing. I want to capture some of that realness. This time with the kiss, I want you to kiss her cheek, Peter."

"What?" We both said simultaneously.

"I just want to see how it looks. From the top."

We did our scene as usual, but I was so in the routine of kissing Peter that I still went to do it as before. But Peter also went in to kiss my cheek. Before we even processed what was happening we were kissing. On the lips.

I was the first to pull away. I felt my cheeks go up in flames. I heard our director applaud. My mouth remained agape. I looked at his shocked facial expression. His face mirrored mine.

"I'm sorry!" I quickly jumped off the couch. "Peter, I am so sorry. I forgot. I'm so used to doing the scene the other way and I just…"

Peter didn't get to say anything as Mr. Reed stopped my apologies.

"(Y/n), don't apologize. That made the scene 10 times better! We figured out your scene." He walked off to help others with their scenes.

When I looked back at the couch, Peter was gone.

I took off backstage in an attempt to find him. I'd be damned if I let our friendship be ruined by a mistake I made.

But I couldn't deny that kissing him felt invigorating. As cliche as having your best friend be your first kiss, and suddenly realizing you had a crush on them this whole time sounds, it's what just happened to me.

"Hey, so I was wondering if you'd be willing to... woah, where are you in a rush to?"

James. I felt him place his arms on either side of me, locking me in place. My eyes still wondered around, trying to find Peter.

"Uh, yeah, have you seen Peter?" I asked.

"Yeah, he just went outside."

James gestured to the stage exit. I shrugged his hands off of me and jogged outside.

There he was. My best friend for 10 years hiding his face in his hands while leaning on the railing. I heard light sniffles. Had he been crying?

"Peter?" I asked while gently placing my hand on his shoulder.

He visibly tensed at the contact. I drew my hand back.

"Peter, I am extremely sorry, but we can just forget this. Because I don't particularly want our friendship to end like this." I moved so I was now leaning on the railing with him.

In that moment I decided to mask the newly found feelings I had for him. I didn't want to lose him, so if that meant I had to bury what I felt, so be it.

He let out a breathy laugh. "You are oblivious."

I looked at him, expecting an explanation.

He closed his eyes and took a breath.

"(Y/n), I've liked you since 7th grade."

He looked up to meet my gaze. His deep brown eyes showed fear. I even noticed the hair on his arms standing up.

"And you're telling me we need to forget that kiss so we can go back to the friend zone." He added.

I was speechless. Peter having a crush on me all the way back in 7th grade is an insane thought. Seventh grade (Y/n) was not particularly attractive in any way, shape, or form.

"Well, I don't think I can forget it." He suddenly turned to face me fully.

"Peter, that was a stage kiss." I paused, he looked immediately disappointed.

"We need a real one." I continued in a small voice.

He perked up. With some newfound confidence he grabbed one of my hands. He looked down at our hands and then back up to my face. His eyes flicked to my lips. Mine also found themselves looking at his light pink lips. He tucked some loose hair behind my ear and began leaning in. While we were standing, he was too tall for me. I had to stand on my tippy toes to even have a chance to reach him. Even then, he still had to lower himself a tad.

We both smiled as our lips connected. This one was much longer and sweeter than the first.

All previous "feelings" for James disintegrated into thin air.

I had a feeling our scene was going to be 100 times better now.

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calliecat93 · 5 years

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RvB17 Episode 4 Review: Breaching the Torus

Fun fact: a torus is a shape that looks like... well a donut. Yeah, the episode title is literally ‘Breaching Donut’. Well with a title like that, I expect only wholesome things form an episode that picks up right after Genkins screws over Donut and Wash’s plans! Leaving the universe certain to be wiped out by the evil time God AI... algorithm... whatever! Let's just jump in already!

Overview

We begin where we left off, Chrovos is gloating as her prison continues to fracture. But she doesn't get far in her evil gloating as Wash essentially tells her to shut the fuck up before heading for the Everwhen. Yeah, with the Time Gun out, getting the guys to realize what's wrong is really the only viable option. Wash immediately regrets this since he has no idea what to do along the Everwhen, but Donut explains it to him and gets him to focus on a memory that they're both in. Three guesses on which one Wash picks, and the first two don't count!

Yeah... Donut gets shot. Again. This time with Wash feeling bad and apologizing before going a few seconds back and stopping himself from pulling the trigger. This is the greatest running gag ever. Of all time. Anyways, the two talk about what to do next while poor Simmons is just confused by everything happening. They ultimately decide that they need to go back to a strong memory where Genkins is likely to go to. But Donut points out that they need to cause as little damage to the timeline as possible and keep things on track... so naturally, Wash shoots him to keep S7's finale intact. Poor Donut.

The two go back to S13 in a moment that I can't remember if it actually happened or not. It's before Felix and Locus went to activate The Purge and got a beatdown from the Freelancer duo. Wash is in the middle of a motivational speech when past him and Donut possess themselves. Wash tries to get Donut to explain... but after accidentally spouting and entendre, he knows he's not going to be believed and has Wash do it. Wash proceeds to try and convince the guys not necessarily about Chrovos, but that they're experiencing deja vu and that something much greater is about to wash over them (that pun was not intentional BTW). But it's okay, because they win the fight that they're about to go into, and they keep winning again and again. For now, they need to forget the Purge. They need to forget Chorus. They need to focus on what's about to come and trust Wash at his word.

It's a very well done speech and performed very well by Shannon McCormick, as always. It seems to work as the guys, while confused, all agree to follow Wash... until Genkins, whose possessing Epsilon, twists it around. He essentially makes it look like Wash is having a shell-shocked veteran moment, which Carolina agrees with and is very much concerned. This causes Wash to give a sharp 'Of course you wouldn't believe me, Carolina" in a very clear venomous tone. Even Tucker and Grif are shocked by it. Wash does catch himself, but Carolina is confused on why Wash would talk to her like that and 'Epsilon' suggests that he go take a walk. Wash does do, Donut chasing after him.

So yeah... they came close, but the attempt was not great. Wash, however, is not up for hearing Donut point this out, his anger at Carolina lying to him about his brain damage now back at full force. Donut points out that technically, he no longer has it since she saved him. That doesn't exactly make Wash any less pissed, but Donut keeps going. He points out that despite knowing the risk, Carolina still decided to try and save Wash because she cared about him. She was on the verge of tears when she brought it up... which Donut had left by then so him saying that he had been there makes no sense, but with time fucked up, I'll let it slide. Anyways, Wash realizes how angry he really got and just how much baggage about everything he's got. Right now though, they need to focus on the matter at hand, so time to go to another memory.

And... back to the S7 finale! This time it's Donut's fault, haha! They soon manage to get to when Lopez was shot, but before Donut. As Simmons frets over Lopez, Wash and Donut walk off to talk about what to do now. They realize that Epsilon had indeed been possessed by Genkins at that point, so plain convincing isn't going to work. But... Donut realizes something. He didn't necessarily convince Wash of anything, he just got him to believe in something that was impossible for him to have known. That is the key. Everyone has deja vu. They know that something is wrong, just not what. They need something to shock them into remembering. They need to see something that they shouldn't know about but recognize anyways. Simmons walks over, still confused and pretty much going 'WTF?!' to Wash for shooting Lopez. But this gets Wash to realize something... at this point, Simmons had only met him maybe a year ago. But what if he showed up when he wasn't supposed to? Like, say... during the Blood Gulch Chronicles? If he did, and the guys recognized him despite not knowing him at that point, it may be just the shock that they need to snap back to normal.

With the new plan, Donut and Wash jump forward to Blood Gulch. Donut arrives at the canyon... but Wash isn't there. Which of course he wouldn't be, this was before any of the BGC met him. Problem is that Donut doesn't know where he sent him. We cut to Wash, standing at a beached area. He tries to figure out where and when he currently is when a voice comes over the radio. A Lee Eddy voice... and there's no accent, so no it's not Chrovos. In other words... it's 479er calling from Command to find out where Wash is. Or, specifically, where Recovery One is. My friends, welcome back to Recovery One.

Review

This episode was short, clocking in at nine minutes, but man it was SO GOOD! I've been very curious about how this Wash and Donut dynamic would go. They haven't exactly had many interactions outside the S7 finale, and we all know how that went. But God... it is SUCH a good dynamic. They're both dorky morons, so there's that going for them. Donut's a little goofier and cheerful, Wash is more serious but still capable of his lighter moments. They really played off of each other well, both listening to each other and figuring out step by step their next course of action. It's funny, it moves things forward, and really sells this newfound comradery really well. Very well done~

Not only do the two characters play off each other well, but we got plenty of character development stuff. Donut's clearly still frustrated about not being listened to, especially when everyone goes and listens to Wash easily. Wash still has a TON of baggage towards Carolina and how she lied to him. He can't repress that, as we saw with the pure venom he directed at her even though she doesn't remember any of those events. And his hesitance when Donut brings up that they're going to have to save her after the guys... it hurt. I mean we all know that Wash will ultimately do it, but the fact that he hesitated because of how hurt Carolina made him feel... damn man. When Carolina gets her memory back, it is gonna hurt. And even with his own issues, Donut still tried to help Wash through his, which displays a lot of emotional maturity on his part. It's been really great to see more of Donut's character, and his and Wash's talk really shows how great they both are

There's plenty of feelsy moments, but also plenty of funny ones. S7's finale becoming a running gag is frekain' hilarious. Donut essentially resigning himself to his fate, Wash feeling guilty every single time, Simmons freaking out and just being confused by everything going on around him. Seriously, he's gonna be SO pissed when he comes to and realizes how many times he had to relive that moment. Also, Kimball's clear confusion when Wash gives his speech, haha! You can just feel the awkwardness emitting off of her. Lindsay only had like... two short lines, but God she nailed the mood. It was a great balance of hilarious and feelsy without feeling rushed or forced in. Jason has done such a great job with the writing, and this episode really shows his talents I feel.

What's also good is that so far, every episode has advanced the plot in some way. As much as I love S16 and will defend it from the more vicious hate it gets... yeah the pacing had issues. It had things happening, but it took far too long for Joe to get to anything truly impactful. I can see why he went that route, but it still made it kind of annoying that whenever it looked like we were getting to a plot point, it sidetracked to something else. I guess that he learned that when he plotted the season (or it's Jason's own doing) because every episode has moved things along swimmingly. There's very little padding or filler. We get to something, have a nice little time with it, and move to the next thing. Here we had a nice romp of the new S7 running gag, had Wash make an attempt with saving the guys, get a little character development for both him and Donut, and onto the next plot point. It's going fast, but it never feels rushed. Like... I'm starting to get why they may have gone with a 12 episode count because if that cut down on padding and needing to stretch things out to hit that count, it would hurt it more than help it.

So now we come to what's coming up next. First, we now know the next plan: have Wash arrive at Blood Gulch and shock the guys into remembering since they shouldn't know Wash yet, but if they recognize him it'll do what Donut did to Wash in Episode 3. The only problem is... well, Wash wasn't at Blood Gulch during Blood Gulch. So hopefully Donut picked a point before everyone got transferred out, haha... anyways. So yeah... looks like Wash is about to relive Recovery One. Which leaves a TON of open possibilities. He has the chance to save certain people and correct any mistakes. Which means dealing with his lingering guilt and pain over everything. But he also has a mission: to save his current team. Which may mean having to abandon Recovery One which is not only going to cause plenty of problems with the Freelancers but having to abandon his old friends to save his current ones... yeah that is going to hurt. Considering that Miles 'I'm going to have Pyrrha die in the most heartbreaking way possible in RWBY' Luna is writing the next episode... yeah... prepare your graves, everyone.

So here's what I think is going to happen. Either at the end of next week's episode or in Episode 6, Wash will arrive in Blood Gulch and whoever is all still there will snap back to normal. The second half of the season will focus on both getting everyone left back to normal and on how to stop Chrovos before she breaks out and Genkins before he makes anything worst. And we still have plenty of feels material with Donut still being frustrated, Wash and Carolina's issues, and for conflicts that haven't come up in awhile... well... Grif still needs to know about Huggins. Boy is THAT ONE gonna be fun, haha... but yeah! I could be wrong, but I can't see them stretching out the memory stuff much longer, so the halfway point seems like a good place to get the majority out of it. We'll see.

Final Thoughts

This season has been great so far. Great Wash and Donut dynamic, a great blend of funny moments and character development, wasting no time in getting the plot moving, it's been such a fun ride. And with the ending, we have plenty more to look forward to. This is easily becoming a great season, and it hopefully just keeps getting better and better. Great episode and now, if you all will excuse me, it's time to prepare my grave for when Miles utterly breaks us all next week! Yay!!!

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Dunk Shot {Basketball Player! Jeno/ College! AU}

Pairing: Jeno X Reader

Genre: Fluff; Basketball! AU; College AU; Bulleted Scenario

Request: “hi! i saw that you had no jeno scenarios or imagines about him so i wonder if you could make a basketballplayer!jeno that falls in love with a shy girl :> it could be in any format if you want :DD btw you did a great job in the renjun flowershop thing ♡” + “college au with jeno if thats okay?? thank you!!“

Word Count: 1323

Summary: Not only did you get hit with a basketball by the cute guy with an adorable eye smile, but you’re also his partner for a class project.

A/N: I combined these two requests because I thought they would work well together, I hope you don’t mind!!!

it’s your first year of college!! whoop whoop

you were super excited to go to college because you can make new friends!!!

but there was one problem

you were very shy

the introvert inside of you wants to make friends and talk to people but you can never bring yourself to

so your biggest fear was not being able to make any friends

luckily for you, you had your cousin attending the same college as you

so at least you had one friend

so your cousin was in one of your classes, and you planned on sitting with them BUT THERE WAS ONE PROBLEM

YOUR ALARM DIDN’T GO OFF AND NOW YOU’RE RUNNING LATE

and you were just so embarrassed that you were late on the first day of class

so when you came in, the professor was speaking and you could feel all the heat rushing to your cheeks because you were so embarrassed

and there was just one seat left

you took into observation that it was next to a guy

and not just any guy, IT WAS A GOOD LOOKING ONE

and so when you come to sit in the seat next to him, he just greets you with a friendly smile

and his smile is actually so adorable and he has an eye smile and you’re just amazed at how beautiful this man is

anyways let’s skip to a few weeks later where your cousin forces you to come to one of the basketball games

and you’re just sitting there, not understanding the game at all

you kinda just go “whooo” when everyone else is cheering

when you’re about to fall asleep, you’re suddenly jolted awake when you feel something hit you on the head

you look down to see that it’s a basketball

“isn’t that the guy you sat next to?” your cousin says

and you look up to see the boy with the eye smile, all embarrassed

after the game he tries to find you to formally apologize

he goes up to you and says he’s very very sorry and he’d like to make it up to you

he asks for your number

and you’re like “what”

and he says “I JUST NEED IT SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT HOW I CAN MAKE IT UP TO YOU”

and you’re like oh…..

so he saves his number in your phone as jeno

later that night, jeno texts you

asking how he could ever make it up to you

i mean he was the reason you had a huge bruise on your head

so you two decide to just get coffee

and like the shy person you are, you really didn’t know how to talk to him since you didn’t know him that well yet

but he was really sweet for wanting to make up hitting you with a basketball

he was also a little bit shy, but tried to initiate conversation so it wouldn’t be awkward

but you still haven’t broken out of your shell

about a week later, in one of your classes there was a really big project where you had to work with partners

and maybe it could be really fun!! if you could choose your partner

the whole time the professor was calling out names, you were hoping to be with your cousin

but when you hear your cousin’s name with someone else’s, you’re just let down

because now you gotta be partners with someone you don’t know

so your ears perk when you hear your name

and then it’s followed by jeno’s

you’re kinda relieved that it’s jeno? but also nervous that it’s him

because you’ve talked before, right, but it was kind of an awkward situation

so you plan to meet up in the library to work on the project together

and once again, it was awkward

and it was a little awkward for a while

but you two soon began to become comfortable around each other!!!

one day you just had a lot of sugar and did not care about what to say or do whatsoever, you just said whatever was on your mind

and you notice a guy with blonde curly hair pass by

and without even thinking, you’re just like “that guy’s hair looks like ramen.”

and jeno just bursts out laughing

“that’s one of my teammates, his name is mark” jeno says

and you feel bad after because that was one of jeno’s friends and so you apologize

and he’s like “it’s okay, i agree”

the next time you meet, you notice a guy with bright red hair

and being reminded of how you just randomly mentioned mark’s hair, you felt obligated to mention this guy’s hair

“geez, that guy’s hair is as bright as elmo”

and then you discover that he’s also one of jeno’s friends

but jeno is just laughing his ass off

and then all the times after that, you both would say the most random things

and that’s how you got to be comfortable around each other

even after the project was over, you’d still text each other and meet up to hang out

and you’d go to basketball games to support him even though you’re not really interested in basketball at all

and you don’t really watch the games, your eyes just follow to where jeno is because he is a gorgeous man

and sometimes he looks back at you

your cousin tells you he literally searches the crowd just to find you

and you’re just like nahhh

so at this point, you two like each other and it’s pretty obvious to everyone

except for you two

and it’s like you both like each other but don’t want to ruin the friendship

so your cousin and jeno’s friends (aka the dreamies) come up with a plan to get you guys together

the plan was mischievous

your cousin decided to throw a small gathering or party or whatever you’d want to call it

and the plan was for one of you to admit that you liked one another during truth or dare

so your turn came around, you chose truth because you were scared of dares and you felt as if you were an open book

as soon as you said truth, you regretted it

“y/n, is it true do you have a crush on jeno?”

and you don’t respond because WHY WOULD YOU WANT YOUR CRUSH OUTED OUT LIKE THAT

and when you don’t respond, your cousin is like, so yes then? ;)

and jeno is sHOOK

scared that his members would do the same thing, he chose dare

that was a mistake

“I DARE YOU TO KISS Y/N”

and both of your faces just go red

and of course you’d want to kiss jeno but this was just not the right scenario

“this does not have a mutual agreement” you say because this dare involves two people

so then they’re just like “I DARE YOU TO CONFESS TO Y/N” and there was just no getting out of that one

so jeno is like let’s go somewhere else for a bit

so you two step outside and that’s where he confesses that he likes you

and you the same

jeno kisses you? and you were both so shy about it but you felt butterflies in your stomach when you guys kissed and you were just so happy

and when you start dating, you start sitting next to each other in any of the classes you have together

and you guys always distract each other and never learn anything

when there’s basketball games, you always come

you cheer him on and send him finger hearts when he looks at you

YOU WEAR HIS JERSEY TO THE GAMEs

ndjdnsknd

in the end, you’re just glad he hit you with a basketball and that you guys were partners during a project

because if you never did, maybe you wouldn’t have had such a great boyfriend

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home is where you are. (m)

↳ a companion piece to sad machines (jung hoseok story)!

pairing: shin hoseok | reader genre: punk au / fluff, angst, and minor smut word count: 8,288 description: for once, he’s willing to come to terms with his past if it means not losing the best damn thing in his life, her. author’s note: happy birthday to @wonhopes! i wish i had finished that personal trainer au, but i hope this is okay too girl! sorry for being a little late btw~ <3

cr.

The bar was quiet that night.

Its usual goers remained to themselves, drinking away their sorrows with little cares in the world and remaining there as the night slowly progressed. Wonho wasn’t sure how that could be possible, but everything felt too heavy and uninviting. He hated it. He hated that he envied them, hated that he was wishing for his own release.

His dark brown hues grazed over each of the forest green booths, noting how the faces in them jogged some memory in his recollection, until his sights landed on the last one in the far right. Although it was occupied, his mind could only remember this was where he met her. The incandescent light had washed over her scrunched up visage, words fell off her lips in grumbles, and several bottles of Blue Moon laid astray atop of the mahogany table. Still, she reached for the bottle, trying to siphon whatever else was left. He remembered asking her what was wrong, knowing that whatever it was, he hoped she was okay.

He smiled to himself, remembering the way Y/N glared at him, willing him to go away with vehemence. Her very first words were, “I hate guys.” It came off as a huff, and he almost believed that she hated him, but the moment he apologized and tried to walk away, she told him to stay. Her voice has been small, remorse tinged between the words, and, for whatever reason, he did and he didn’t regret it, even now.

Y/N has always had a fire in her—the kind anyone would think a man like him could possess. However, it’s her, always has been. People take one look at him—the tattoos, the piercings, and the muscles—just to peel out, avert their eyes, and see him as something to fear. Then, they take a gander at her—someone so unlike him in appearance with features he saw as more than ordinary and eyes as bright as the stars on a unpolluted night in the countryside. Like the time the two of them went off to his mother’s just to get away in March. It was his favorite vacation; evidently, it was the first time he took a trip down there in over a year.

Beyond her innocuous looks and provoking words, he was hooked from the start. All he wanted to do was bask in the glory of her and only her. Of course, he lived his life away from the rapid waters of her everything, but even just a few moments away and he missed the rush and adrenaline that came with someone so outspoken and radiant as her.

It was silly to feel like a highschool boy again, but every time he was with Y/N, he was thrown into a conundrum of feelings that he even has a hard time navigating through. And he’s been pretty good at understanding himself, and his needs as a twenty-four year-old man. But whenever she called, all he wanted to do is come running. He wanted to let her in his waters, let her take a dip in the cool, white-streaked stream, like she has allowed him. He knew he should, what with everything they’ve been through together—it just frightened him to think that someone could stick around afterwards.

That was his fault, of course. To think that he could get away with keeping her out of his past, his mistakes, his old stories was almost a dream had he not taken her to his mother’s house. It wasn’t an apartment in the city anymore; rather, a nice cottage that was away from the madness, safe and secure. At least, he hoped so. Hearing memories and seeing them elicited an odd heaviness in him, even with Y/N there. Every time there was a new thing to learn, his fiery girl would turn to look at him with inquisition as if to say, “Why haven’t you told me this before?” Again, he had no response.

With tight lips, he allowed his mother to talk about his youth, his adolescence, but shut down the mention of their time beyond that, because there were points in his life that he didn’t want to relive. Especially, not with Y/N there. He didn’t want her to see that side. Back when he didn’t help co-own that bar back in the city, when he floundered to live, and when he hated life because he loves his life now, without the mention of any of those things.

He remembered when they both arrived back from vacation, the furrowed brows and deepened frown on her visage that didn’t sit well despite how familiar this look was. He knew how much she wanted to know about him—the parts that he was far from being proud of, the parts he’s tried so hard to staunch down into the deepest crevices inside, and the parts that he hated with an absolute passion. He hated that his way of living was through anger, through hate, through so much negativity that it nearly killed him when he least expected it.

The time he spent away from that old self, the better he has felt. He felt less heavy. He doesn’t need his dad or fighting like he did before. He lived better now. And he told her so when she asked him why he won’t talk about any of it. She respected it the first few times, but another month back home, and she prodded.

Maybe too hard.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Wonho? Why can’t you let me in?” She said, her touch already creeping on his forearm. The very ghost of her palm was enough to halt another step toward the door. Even when he was angry, he couldn’t wretch himself from her, not even a little bit.

He shook his head with a deep huff, he replied, “You don’t need to see that side, Y/N. You shouldn’t have to see any of it. Why can’t you be happy with who you’re seeing now?”

“I am happy,” She said, giving him a squeeze as if to jolt him back to his senses, “I love the man I see, the man I know, but there’s more to you than this well-put guy. You’re sweet, you’re caring, and you’re so good, but Wonho, what was your mom talking about huh? Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

He released a fluttered laugh before saying, “Because, you don’t need to see it. It’s just the past. Things that once came to be, and there’s no reason to bring it up anymore. Why are you so keen on finding out?”

“I want to know the real you, Wonho.”

He looked at her in disbelief, wanting so badly to wrench himself from her grasp and run off to somewhere, anywhere but here, yet he remained planted in the hallway. His fingertips itched for the door, but the look in her eyes kept him in place. She was hoping to break him or read him, it was usually both anyway.

He retorted, “You know me—”

“—No, I don’t,” She fired back, continuing even as her grasp softened, “Your mom told me you wrote poetry, but you won’t show me any of your writing. You shut your book, stow it away, and tell me to leave it be. You tell me to leave so many things be for my own good, but how can I when I’m here willing trying to get to know you?”

His thoughts were coming at him a million miles-per-hour. They wouldn’t stop. A part of him wanted to tell her, just to let it off all his chest and hope that she wouldn’t run away; however, another part of him—a stronger part—urged him to continue to prolong telling her, with hopes that maybe she would drop it.

“I can’t do this with you right now, Y/N.”

At that time, the only thing he wanted to do was escape. Hell, his other hand was on the door, the cool metal contrasting against his burning skin.

She said in a low voice, one she hardly used, if ever, “Then, when Wonho? When will you do be able to do this with me?”

“I—” Before he could answer, he stopped himself.

“If you go, if you leave this conversation, then I don’t have anything else to say to you.” She muttered, slowly releasing him, “I won’t force you to tell me about your past or yourself or your damn journal, but I thought that our relationship meant more to you y’know? It isn’t about revealing all your deepest, darkest secrets, Wonho. I’m just asking you to be yourself with me instead of trying to hide the scars so badly.”

He whispered back, “I’m sorry. I’ll call you later tonight.”

But, that’s the thing about Y/N, she doesn’t drop things.

Even when he called, she didn’t answer. She purposefully sent him to voicemail on a few consecutive calls, and at well past midnight, she mostly likely fell asleep because the phone kept ringing and ringing until it was at voicemail. He just hung up by then, but he couldn’t deny the heaviness in his chest when he went to sleep that night.

The next few days remained like this. Each of his calls left ignored or forwarded. Then, even his visits to her apartment were left ignored too, even when he knew she was there.

It was unnerving to say the least. Hard as goddamn hell to process because he was so accustomed to hearing her voice, receiving a message in the oddest of times, and seeing her and her curved lips before she would beckon him forth and taste him. He missed her, missed the comfort she brought him. Without her, it was like being away from home, as cheesy as that is.

A good five days had passed since the silence, and it was driving him up the wall, eating at him like Hyunwoo at a buffet. It was too damn much. He was hoping she was on the other end as he told her door, “Talk to me. Please, Y/N. C’mon.”

“Does this mean I get to hear from the real Wonho?” She said, after a few moments. He could feel her pressed against the wood.

Her warmth was so close, and yet he felt the distance the moment he spoke, “This is the real Wonho, babe.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” With a huff, she opened the door and assessed his visage; he was certain he looked godawful, but that was a given when the one thing that gave him peace in this world was actually the cause of his stress at this moment. She muttered, “You know exactly what I mean, Shin Hoseok.”

“That’s not my name.”

He didn’t mean the venom in his tone (god, why did he do that?), but it’s an automatic reaction—even to her—when that name comes to surface. He’s only ever made an exception to his mother, and even she’s careful not to use it nowadays. Maybe he should’ve been more careful with those damn yearbooks.

“Right,” She said, sighing, “I’m sorry. It’s just the conversation we had a few days ago—”

He exhaled a bitter laugh, retorting, “You’re still not over that?” He barely even registered the irritation crossing her features, “Why can’t you leave well enough alone, Y/N? It’s not important.”

“Not important?” She repeated as the creases between her brows furrowed and her lips were pulling into that particular frown, the one she never noticed until someone pointed it out, but he had no time to do so as she continued, “How can you say that?”

“Really? You want me to tell you?”

She simply nodded, quirking a brow upward as she waited.

He ran a hand back and forth through his hair, even his steps are careful toward her and his voice shook as he responded, “Because I’m not,” He released a breath, hoping that he could plead to her somehow, “at least not that part of me. I’ve tried so hard to be the me that I am now, and I’d rather not go back to the past where it should stay. Out of everyone in my life, the last person I want to see that side is you. It’s dark and ugly and scary and you don’t need to see any of that, alright?”

“Even if I want to see those parts?” She asked softly, her gaze losing its hardened shine, “All those pieces I don’t get to see… I want to.”

He felt her fingertips ghost his forearms, tracing over the permanent marks in that gentle touch of hers. He relished in the feeling, enjoying the way gooseflesh rose as she pulled him in closer. He was grateful when she allowed him to rest his hands on her hips. He missed this in those five, long days—her touch soothed him, eased his troubled mind, and he didn’t need to tell her that as she surpassed the roses to the clock on the left side of his neck. Even with his moderate effort to disguise it behind the white button-down, she still snuck her thumb into the open space, just to touch his clammy skin.

With her, he felt like glass, so easily breakable and yet valuable whenever she needed her share of a shot. He laughed about that once, but he stopped himself as she held his face and stared up at him with ambivalence.

He leaned into her touch, almost tempted to shut his eyes before he found his voice and asked, “Why?”

The prospect of anyone wanting anything to do with him was still remarkable to him, confusing really, but wanting to know those parts of him? It was almost unthinkable. As someone who had to fight to be where he was, he just didn’t want to relive that world. This was a life where he was a kid dealing with a fucked up step-father and being told he couldn’t amount to anything in school. Back then, all he truly had was books and writing—it was a private place to escape from the loud, loud world that wanted nothing to do with him. And, even so, even dealing with it many years afterwards, his fear has only ever been what Y/N would have to say—a matter of whether she would run away or not, and despite all else, it wasn’t the first time this happened. He just hoped she would be the last, y’know, the one to stay.

“Because, you are important,” She murmured, returning her touch back to his shoulders, “To me, you’re so fucking important, Wonho. And, I accept who you are, and I’ll accept who you were, too.”

His hands moved from her hips, now grasping her wrists. He shook his head and said, “You don’t mean that. It’s a hefty weight.”

“I’ll share the burden with you,” She said, losing the uncertainty and regaining her burning determination, even if it was just a smidgen, “And I mean that.”

He shook his head again, only as she continued, “Wonho, I told you already. I want to hear all of this.”

He repeated once more, “You don’t mean that.”

Her brows were furrowed once again, her voice still soft as she spoke, “No, I do—”

But, of course, he was having none of that as he said, “You really have no fucking clue what you’re saying right now.”

Her eyes widened, meeting his with disbelief flooding her hues, “Of course, I do! Wonho—”

“No, you don’t. Dammit, Y/N. I told you already, the shit in my past is ugly and dark, okay? You don’t need to be anywhere near it.” He hated the way he sounded, the sudden anger, the absolute guttural nature that only came when his temper was rising.

“I don’t care about I ‘need,’ Wonho. This is what I want to do. I want to know those ugly and dark parts.” She said, only to watch as he pulled away to create some distance between the two of them, “Are you just scared to let me in? Is that why?”

More than immediately, he answered her, “Fuck, of course I am!”

“Why?”

He took a step back, feeling his thoughts running at him in too many different directions. He wasn’t sure whether to cave into the desire to tell her or to prolong the escape of the truth, but from the expectant look in her eyes, he just answered with a mere, “Because.”

Of course, she prodded, “Because?”

It took him a moment to answer. Mostly from his own internal attempt to shut down all the panic running through his body. He fiddled his fingertips together because he knew he was shaking as he said, “Because, like everyone else I’ve let in, I’m scared to see you go, alright?” She stepped away, hurt flashing across her stormy eyes, “What?”

“I didn’t think I was just anybody to you, Wonho. I thought this was more than that,” She admitted, and he felt his own frustration curb ever-so-slightly, because that was the last thing he wanted to convey to her.

“It is!” He insisted, “And you’re not just ‘anybody’ to me. Fuck, don’t twist my words like that, because I didn’t say or mean it like that. Please.”

“I—” She released a sigh and looked at the fern beside him, then she ran a hand through her hair before looking back at him, “I don’t know what else to think, Wonho. Why won’t you just let me in?”

“I don’t want to, okay?! I just want to be with you, forget the past. That’s it.”

It felt so simple, yet seemed to sound so wrong coming off his own lips. Even Y/N thought so from the way her features scrunched together in confusion and disappointment.

“That’s fucking ridiculous, Wonho. You can’t expect this,” She gestured between the two of you, “to work, otherwise. You can’t just run away from the past and expect me to accept that missing part of you.”

“That’s not what I meant—” He huffed, seeing her nod, so he continued, “I mean I just hoped that we wouldn’t have to get into all of that, yet.”

“Then when?”

Never, He thought to himself, then. It hit him, perhaps this was always in him, that he simply did not want her to know it at all, that he did hope she would accept his desire to keep the past away from their current reality. But, he should’ve known better, when it came to Y/N, there was no hiding the truth or anything, there was no running when she was the type of person to tackle things head on, and there was no point in trying to convince her otherwise, because she was absolutely set on this goal.

“Fuck, I—” He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“Wonho, c’mon, how can you think this would work out doing that? Did you think I would just accept it after you told me to leave it be?” She said, her hands interlaced together at her abdomen. Her fingers wouldn’t stop fidgeting either.

“I—”

He wanted to give up, let her win, and let this brush over. He really did.

“Did you think I would just let all this shit fester inside you? You say everything’s been so much better, but the longer you push it away, the stronger it’ll come back. The past doesn’t stay buried unless you’ve come to terms with it.”

But somehow, he just couldn’t let it slide, he had to keep fighting, so he replied softly, “Oh, you must know that well, right?”

She blinked, her fingers unlacing as she asked, “What?”

He shook his head, his temper was just getting the best of him. He shouldn’t say it so he told her, “Nothing…”

There was the sound of her neighbors exiting their room next door. One of which had made eye contact with him —either Hoseok or Yoongi, he couldn’t really remember which—before he felt a tug at his arm that brought him inside. She shut the door before saying, “No, seriously. What?”

Don’tsayitdon’tsayitdon’tsayitgoddammit. Still, his brain didn’t want to collaborate with his mouth. He muttered, “Fine…”

Without a second, he found himself saying, “There you go again, trying to pry. You do this, feeling like you have to but you don’t—you really fucking don’t. I don’t want to be fixed or whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, Y/N. I’ve done enough self-improvement to last me the rest of my life.”

“Pry? What the—”

“Don’t be so surprised! You do pry.” He said once again, feeling both guilt and resolution in saying the words, “It’s like you have this need to know everything about everyone, and for once, I just want you to leave it alone. For once.”

Please, just leave it alone. He didn’t want to keep doing this. He just wanted to have a normal Tuesday night with her, not this, not fight about the frivolity of his former self.

“Wonho, I’m not doing this because I want to ‘fix’ you or whatever the fuck you think.” She replied, eyes narrowing slightly but the anger and the hurt were evidently there as she continued, “I’m doing this because if we want to be together, then I need to know the man I’m with. All the parts. Not the hand-picked ones you think are the best. People get over that shit after the first three months, but here we are, seven months in and still hoarding secrets?”

He just wanted her to stop. He hoped she would stop when he pointed out, “You run from reality too, y’know, you drink sometimes.”

However, the bitter laugh that parted her lips had a cold shiver run down his spine and a odd pit in his gut was forming, stopthisstopthisstopthis, “And here you are, turning shit on me. Why are you deflecting me?”

Fuck, she knows… He thought to himself. Another part seemed to say, “well, of course, she fucking knows, you imbecile.”

He still didn’t know what he was saying, only the need to halt this argument and the need to get the attention away from him. He was hoping it would work as he explained, “I see people at the bar drink, they usually do it forget about things, and that night—you were doing the same thing, Y/N.” He hated the last part of what he said, but still, he said it anyway, “But, just because you can’t control your life doesn’t mean you need to try and control mine—”

“—Get out.”

“It doesn’t mean you need to—” He hadn’t registered what she had said until she yanked her door open, “wait, what?”

Fuckfuckfuck, what did I do?

“You heard me.” All he could see on her visage was the blatant hurt crossing her eyes, the sudden regret and remorse filled him, and still he couldn’t find himself brave enough to approach her as she continued to answer him in a calm manner, “If you want to be an immature, little shit and throw jabs at me just because you don’t want to tell me shit then fine. But, I don’t have to sit here and take it. All I wanted to do is get to know my boyfriend, someone I care so fucking much about, and if you don’t want that then fine. I don’t have anything to say to you anymore. I mean it this time.”

She didn’t have to wait long for him to comply. Her stony hues were watching him even as he stood outside the vicinity of her door frame. She looked at him with a flash of remorse crossing her own sight but he hoped it was only momentary. He knew he didn’t deserve it, and that stupid high of anger was now painfully wearing off.

All he could get out was, “Y/N, wait—”

“—No, good night, Wonho.”

“Um,” She shut the door, and he stared at its cream-colored glory before running a hand through his hair and saying, “Fuck.”

Since that night, exactly a month and three days, he hasn’t stopped thinking about their spat.

He was hurt at the time, unbearably so, because this was the first time she had genuinely pushed harder than ever before to get past his walls and that was new for him. Naturally, his first instinct was to attack her just to get her away. He knew what was he doing after all, knew that every word would get her, but he hoped that this wasn’t an ultimate push to deter her from him. All he wanted to do was deter her from plunging into the dark depths, because that was the danger zone, the place that was not for someone like her.

Instead, he wound up pushing her away completely. His calls had gone missed, unanswered, and most definitely, ignored. Same for his text messages. He knew this was to be expected, especially with Y/N. She was angry and pissed, but most of all, hurt because she was getting pushed away without any of it being called for. She had a point in wanting to get to know him.

In fact, she deserved to.

From all of her sheer determination and utter patience with him, she deserved so much. Probably even more so from how much care and affection she has shown him; again, more than he ever deserved, and still, she did it because she wanted to, not out of pity but out of care, for whatever reason.

In his soul searching, a rather lonely one, at that, he realized how empty and lost he felt without her. Despite his notoriety for independence, there was a weight on his chest that felt heavier than any dumbbell or story from his past. There was a part of him missing, and his chest actually ached at the thought that another attempt of his to reach out would go ignored once again. He missed her. He missed Y/N.

At this point, he wanted her back. He wanted to cave into her whims, because without her, he felt lost more than ever. He was used to downing a single shot of Jack Daniels, spending nights alone in a cold bed, and repeating said routine. In between, he would talk to friends, coworkers, and customers, but the moment she became a customer was the moment he could no longer return back to such monotony. She gave him a direction in life, and as a lonesome person, this was rare.

And, despite a part of him—the prideful one—that was telling him not to bother anymore, his heart was pestering him. It was yearning for her, and nagging him in the process. He knew that texts and phonecalls wouldn’t fix any of this for damn sure. The things he needed to do were against his cowardice, so hiding with his pride was no longer an afforded option. He needed to see and talk to her, for his sake, and more importantly, hers.

So, after a brief deliberation with his co-owner and longtime friend, Hyunwoo, he walked the usual path to the one destination that put his heart at ease.

He walked briskly, hoping the adrenaline coursing through his system would run out of steam, until he was finally in front of the champagne-colored building. To his luck, one of the tenants was leaving, giving him enough time to slip inside and bask in the worn-down comfort of the lobby that had become something that of a second-home for him.

He took the stairs two steps at a time, feeling only slightly winded as he passed the fourth floor and feeling rejoice as soon as the sixth has welcomed his sights. He carefully opened the door, and gripped the cloth-bound notebook even tighter as he slowly made his way over to 6T.

There were many thoughts, don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up goddammitdon’tfuckthisup, running through his head as he neared the cream-colored door. Both of his hands were wound around the notebook, clutching it like the lifeline that it was because it was now or never. He was going to come to terms with the truth, with his past, and now, both of those things, with Y/N.

He was scared shitless, of course. He didn’t know what to say or think now that he was there in front of her door, waiting for her to answer. It was only eleven, still a young night, and he was certain that she was awake, because of her night-owl tendencies. There wasn’t much he could do upon waiting though he found it odd to see that the lights were off and hear no rustling about beyond the door.

“Okay, look, if you want something, you gotta go and grab it!” Y/N said to either Hoseok or Yoongi, he couldn’t remember which was which still.

The undecipherable man replied with a sigh, “That’s easier said than done. I left, how can I just go and grab her when I left her behind?”

“Because, Hoseok,” —Well, that answers my question.— “no matter what, if it’s meant to be, then she’ll come back to you somehow. Hell, maybe she’ll even call you for help, for once.”

It then dawned on Wonho that Hoseok was the brunet one with a girl problem, while Yoongi was presumably the bleach blond, who didn’t spend much time at the apartment most nights. And, it relieved the older man that Y/N was just giving the high school dropout with an issue that he was somewhat suffering from as well.

Taking a step back, the dark-haired man nearly jumped out of his skin when someone else’s voice pierced the proximity, “You can go in, y’know.”

He turned to meet Yoongi’s amused expression, he nodded toward the door and pushed it open to reveal the two of them. This effectively halted the duo’s conversation inside as they both looked over at them in the hallway.

Wonho heard her say his name and he muttered hers, her eyes went wide before turning to Hoseok and muttering something that the younger man nodded to before she walked over to him. She smiled at Yoongi on her way out, who returned the gesture in a slightly smaller way before leaving them to their own devices.

Next to the sound of the door closing, he could hear the sound of his heart hammering inside his chest. He had spent plenty of time playing this in his head, but again, it still felt scarier than ever to face it head on, in reality.

The two of them stood before one another, still and silent as she dared a look at him with studious eyes. She wasn’t afraid as she released a deep sigh, running through her hair before she said, “What are you doing here?”

“I—uh—came here to say I’m sorry.” He answered, fidgeting slightly as she continued to look at him. “And, I just—ah, fuck—I fucked up, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

There came a long moment until she spoke though she continued to stare at him. Her eyes shrouded between concern and hurt; regardless, he hated that he caused her any of it. He even hated that he couldn’t find a better way to tell her how much he regretted what he said, and yet, he still couldn’t believe that her gaze softened.

“What’s that in your hand?” She asked. This time lacking the initial hardness.

He answered, a small half-smile on his lips, “You know what it is.” After he released his own sigh, he continued, “I mean it when I say that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean those things I said. I was—”

He felt the word stuck in his throat. It had been too long since he admitted it aloud, really.

“—Scared?”

He nodded, running a hand at the back of his head, “Extremely scared.”

“Why?” She asked, her tilted to the side.

“Because,” He exhaled before finishing his response, “I’ve never done that before. This,” He gestured between the two of them, “I mean. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt something this strong for someone, and I just couldn’t imagine having you learn those shitty sides of me. I just wanted to protect you from them,”

She whispered, “Protect me?” Her eyes narrowed when he nodded, “Wonho, just because you wanted to protect me from your past doesn’t mean you should. Don’t you think I deserve to know the whole you?”

He nodded again, this time a little more fervently, “Of course, you do. I think you deserve so much more than this, and I don’t know…”

“You do know,” She coaxed, “I know you know. There’s gotta be more to this than just that, and I mean—fuck—of course, I want to forgive you. But I want to know if me forgiving you now will be a mistake later on. Whatever you’re hiding, whatever it is you want to keep from me… is it really worth putting up some act to be perfect for me?”

“I—I don’t know,” He said, watching as her now straightened head was shaking from side to side.

“I think you do.”

“I—”

Her brows furrowed as she said softly, “Wonho, please. Just tell me what’s going on with you. Why are you being like this?”

How could he say no? How could he ever think to say no to her? His brain was practically screaming him, coaxing him into just revealing everything to the one goddamn person he truly loved besides his mom.

Love. I love her.

“I love you.”

This time she blinked, her eyes widened as she asked, “What did you just say?”

He nodded, repeating himself once again, “I—I love you.”

She took a step toward him, daring to close the minuscule distance before she commanded, “Say it, again.”

“Y/N,” He said, matching her steps and relishing in the touch she placed on his inked forearms, “I love you.”

He could still feel his heart hammering inside his chest, each beat more and more erratic than the next, because he finally said. He finally told her.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, while his own found home around her shoulders. Y/N’s warmth was pressing against his chest. The very warmth he craved so fervently, he wished he could stay in her proximity much longer, just so he could bask in her comfort and security. He needed it. However, he also knew that it was time to come to terms with his fears beyond admitting his love for the woman of dreams he never thought he could have.

And, so, he took another deep, shaky inhale, relaxing at the scent of jasmine and magnolia from her free spray from Victoria’s Secret as he laid his hands on her shoulders to part their embrace.

“I want to tell you everything about my past. I want to let you in. I really, really, really really really fucking want to tell you, and I will, right now, if you want,” He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, “I’m willing to tell you everything, Y/N. I just don’t want to fucking lose you, okay? I—I know I’m a month late and that I said shitty things and fuck, I—I’m so sorry, okay?”

She nodded, matching his whisper, “Okay, shh—c’mon, let’s talk in my apartment, then.” This time she pulled away, taking a hold of one of his hands and guiding him to 6T.

Their hands were clammy interlaced together though he actually missed the feeling when she separated them to turn the lights on and lock the door behind them. She shooed him toward the living area on the right, where they spent many meals together, many of which he missed (even the ones he actually missed).

The entire apartment was an open space, only separated by a counter that she converted into a dining table with bar stools. Behind them was the couch alongside the television that they spent plenty of time watching countless movies and television shows together, then even farther left was the bedroom door. The walls were sparse, but what was hung meant something, at least, according to her.

Evidently, she still had up some of their photos, and a pang shot through his heart.

His study of the place left him feeling a little less nervous. The need to cling to his notebook felt a little less dire so he set it down on the speckled baby blue tabletop. He was actually a lot more grateful knowing that she hadn’t decided to cut him out, yet. Even when she took a seat beside him, allowing their knees to brush against one another, he still felt grateful.

“Talk,” She said, leaning the side of her cheek against her fist. “I’m all ears, Wonho.”

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” He sighed, staring at her and the inquisition radiating off her expectant gaze.

“I know that,” She rolled her eyes and huffed, “But, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I don—” She placed a finger over his lips, brows slightly furrowed once again.

“If you’re here to just shit on yourself then there’s the door, dummy,” She then pointed at her left, but the shake of his head was enough to get her to remove her finger so he could continue.

“Alright, I’m sorry, again,” He said, rubbing the back of his head again, “It’s just, like I said, this is all new for me. In the month away from you, and even before that, I was trying to figure out just how much I felt for you, Y/N. I was so fucking terrified over the idea of telling you that I wasn’t always this guy,” He gestured to himself, “you’ve always known, but a kid who didn’t know what he was doing. A kid that did shitty things to get by because my dad’s a fucking deadbeat and I didn’t want my mom to keep suffering because of me, okay? I just—fuck—even talking about it now is really fucking hard—”

She placed a hand atop of his, giving it a squeeze as she murmured, “It’s okay, baby… just breathe, alright? Take your time. I’m not telling you to tell me your whole life story right now, but whatever you feel like I’m ready to know then go for it.”

He nodded, flipping his hand over so their fingers were intertwined again, “I know, I just think you’re ready to know everything. It took me realizing that I love you to come to that, actually.”

She muttered under her breath, “Cheesy, but continue.”

He exhaled a small laugh before nodding, “The truth is,” His eyes were set on hers, “that I’m scared to tell you about my past because I’ve been pretty fucking terrified that you’ll just run from what you see and never come back. That’s what I was protecting you from.”

“By not letting me experience it for my own?” She raised a brow at him, “Wonho, I know you care, but you still should’ve let me see it for myself, y’know? Let me be the judge of that—”

“—It’s just,” He fiddled with their fingers, “I’ve been here before, where I loved a girl—at least, I thought so at the time—and then she just up and left because of the things she saw. She didn’t want any part of it, even after I was better than back then.” He nodded to himself, voicing his thoughts, “I know it’s stupid to say aloud, but I thought that pushing it off—talk about the whole thing, I mean—would help us… when I thought about it, I really think, ‘God, you’re an idiot.’”

She mused, a faint smile threatened to curve on her lips, “I can’t really argue with that, but I can say that no matter what, you should never feel afraid to tell these sorts of things to me, to someone you love.” She leaned in closer, practically a hairsbreadth away now, “I love you, too, Wonho. I love you so much, so it really fucking hurt when it felt like you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about the past you, because even though it’s in the past, it’s still a part of you. It’s still something that, as crazy as this’ll sound, I would still love. I will love every part of you because who you are now was built by that part of you back then, so please understand that, okay?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. At least, because Y/N had told him the three words that fueled all his anxieties and comforts, all his heartaches and heartbeats, and now, he was hearing for the first time. And, he was also hearing that she accepted him, that she would accept him, and that was something that has come even rarer than a relationship with someone he cares about.

“Do you mean that?” He asked with wide eyes. holyshit holyshit holy shit

She nodded, this time with a smile curved on her lips, “Of course, I do. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t, dummy.” After a moment, she said, “I’m sorry, too.”

He blinked and immediately inquired, “Why are you sorry?”

His own brain was now trying to recall why she would need to apologize, but as soon as he came up empty, she answered, “Because you told me you were scared to see me go if you ever told me the truth, and I didn’t listen and I just made it about me, thinking you were just clumping me with everyone else in your life.”

“Hey,” He said, grasping her chin, “It’s okay. You deserved to know the truth, and I got mad and defensive y’know?”

“I know, but it’s also not,” She shook her head, “I should’ve heard you out instead of getting hurt like that. The last thing I ever want to do is misunderstand you, Wonho, and if I’m guilty of it—like I was then—tell me, okay? You’re not the only guilty one, so don’t forget that.”

“It’s fine,” He said, nodding as she continued to shake her head.

“It takes two to communicate, y’know,” She commented, giving his hand a squeeze. “Just know that I couldn’t stop thinking of that night and how hurt and angry I was. It took me a while to cool down, but when I found my head, I couldn’t stop feeling so frustrated because I just did that and and and I think you’re too good to me sometimes. I didn’t respond and you still kept coming back…”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his mind couldn’t seem to comprehend what she was saying though he was beginning to see that there might’ve been truths to what they were both saying all along. And, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into his arms once again.

“I love you, that’s why. I love you, and it’s okay that you made me wait because I knew that it couldn’t have been one-sided, alright?”

“How?” She asked from the crook of his neck.

It only made him fidget slightly, but he answered, “Because you read every single one of ‘em.”

She laughed, causing his own set of giggles. When he tried to escape, she locked her arms around his waist, keeping him there and pressing into his sensitive sides. This created more discordant sounds, and still, despite his complaints, Wonho was relishing in this moment because it felt right.

He felt happy, and hell of a lot lighter than before.

Moving his hands from her neck, back to her arms around him, he stared at her with a smile still on his lips. “I’m glad you did.”

She nodded, pressing her lips to his nose, “Of course, I did. I mean I was mad, but I’m glad you didn’t go ghost on me.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” He said with conviction.

“I did it to you, kinda,” She pointed out, “If you did with me, then I’ll understand.” She mused, “You get one pass for it the next time this ever happens.”

He pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, his soft breath against her smooth, supple skin, “I hope it never happens again.” He nuzzled in even closer, “That was the hardest month and three days of my life.”

“Well, we’re in this together,” She said, running her hands through his hair. The feeling alone was enough to elicit a guttural groan; to which, she giggled before continuing, “We’ll have plenty of time to grow together, yeah?”

Even as he remained where he was, he nodded, circling his arms around her waist, “Yeah, I’m counting on that.”

“Me too.”

It was nearly 1 AM by the time the two of them made their way to the plush comforts of her bed.

There was a ding—a tone they were both certain was hers, but opted to ignore as they continued their fervent ministrations—at her bedside table by the time the two of them are wrapped up in one another—a flurry of heady, open-mouthed kisses on bare skin filled the bedroom air, intermingling with thumping from the wall and revving engines from the outside.

Wonho wanted to make up for the lost time with Y/N—to make the girl he absolutely fucking adored and loved to feel everything that he very much felt for her, because he wanted—no, he needed—her to feel every ounce of emotion he had pent up since the day of their fateful argument that scared to no end.

There have been moments in his life when he feared the loss of something important in his life—one of which was the time he almost lost his mother to that shitty father of his, and the other was the moment when he realized he could’ve lost the best damn thing that has entered his life since the bar—and they were frightening on both accounts, because all the love he has ever mustered or felt was for these very things that have kept him going for most of his time on his earth.

He has never truly felt as alive as he has with Y/N, and he has been eternally grateful for her love and her support, and goddammit, he was going to make his beloved feel the good in the best goddamn way possible.

His lips only ever briefly left hers as he tasted her skin, allowing his soft, plush lips to share his affection. He kissed her on every inch that he could before he settled on her mound, allowing her soft, breathy moans to effectively guide his ministrations in pleasing her in a way that only he could. His tongue engorged her, exploring her crevices before allowing his fingers to fill her and help her reach climax.

He only continued on as their skins slapped against one another, those hot and heady moans kissing the air as they kissed one another. The moment she screamed out his name, he found his release, and they rode out together into a blissful ecstasy.

They laid there after cleaning up, the two of them freshly wiped down from their several hour-long time together, and he laid beside her, watching as she studied the ink on his skin. She touched the artwork, tracing them as she always did. All the while, he brushed her hair away from her visage, and a smile couldn’t help but curve on his lips.

This was bliss to him.

The contentment with the girl he loved, the resolution and confrontation of a past that he had yet to even breach the surface, and all the while, he still couldn’t help but murmur, “I love you,” as they continued to lay together until they fell asleep.

The next morning—well, afternoon, more like—the two of them awoke to the ringtone chiming from Y/N’s phone. He would’ve liked her to ignore it, like he wanted to, but he just sighed and told her that maybe she should since it was happening since last night.

She reached over to the bedside table, remaining firmly planted against Wonho’s bare torso in just his grey T-shirt, and giggled as soon as she unlocked her phone.

She turned the screen over to him, kissing his forehead when he pouted, to let him read the three messages awaiting them—

[3:05 AM] gramps: you’re welcome but keep it down next time gdi

[12:55 PM] hobers: old lady! you were right! she called me & we’re meeting this afternoon! anyway, good luck with wonho btw!

[12:56 PM] hobers: actually, scratch that. pretty sure everything went well. Yoongi was complaining lol

He chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead this time as she completely nestled herself into his embrace. It was only 1 PM, and he was in complete bliss once again. He then said, “I love you.”

She turned to him, pressing a small peck to his lips before replying, “I love you too.”

There was only one place in this world he would rather be, and that was with her, because wherever she was, he wanted to be there right beside her.

After all, now, he was home.

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Reboot [Part 2]

Summary: A new member aids the avengers in temporary place of Bucky while he’s in Cryo, but no one knew exactly how temporary she was really going to be.

Warnings/Themes: Cussing, Violence. Eventual Bucky x Reader (I promise they’ll meet in the next 2 chapters ahh. Just need some setting up)

Author’s Note: I decided that reader is somewhere in her early 30’s btw so lets just say tony is much younger than his canon age is for the sake of this series. She’s about 6 years younger than him.

longer chapter bc i got carried awaaay :)

Y/N = Your Name

Previously:

“You guys are horrible at whispering, you know that? Steve, can you meet me at the gym in an hour? Please?”

Steve realizes that you heard him and began to apologize before you smile sweetly and shake your head.

“Please Steve, Let me show you that I can hold my own” you insist, voice dripping with honey and the slightest tinge of defiance and irritation.

Releasing a sigh that you had not realize you’d been holding, you toss your duffel bag on your bed and take in the new surroundings. Tony sure was reliable to say the least. You found all of your belongings moved from your house and organized neatly into your new room.

Something tugs at your thoughts and the pessimism began to sink back in from before your arrival here.

“Tony, for the last time- I think this is a terrible idea.”

He stared back at you from behind the computer screen, raking a hand through his hair. “Really? I thought this was a great idea. It’s mine after all” his unsure smile broke his confidence however.

You pursed your lips before speaking.

“I’ve been a fan of the avengers since you guys first went public on TV, but this is different. Yes I graduated at the top of my class, and yes I’m a sharp-shooter, but this is insane. I’m nowhere near ready to be an avenger- even if it is just for a little while. I mean, what if they hate me? I’m just a normal person, I could never fit in with a bunch of enhanced soldiers or ‘Friendly-Green-Giants.’”

Tony rolled his eyes, resting his head on the palm of his hand as he waited for you to finish.

“You done? Listen (Y/N), not everyone here are divine beasts from another planet. I’m human for instance. Yes, I’ve got my unbelievably good-looks, but I’m human and there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re strong and more than capable for the position. I’ve seen you fight and lead SWAT teams for Christ's sake. Have a little faith. And you’re afraid they won’t like you? No offense princess, but we’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to try to fit in. Besides, I’ve still got beef with Captain America. We almost killed each other. I’m sure you won’t have the same experience with any of the others.”

You closed your eyes before groaning in irritation. “Fine. I’ll do it, But honestly? I hate you Tony Stark.”

“You love me, you just won’t admit it. It’s okay though bec-”

You shut your laptop, smirking at the thought of hurting his ego a bit before rushing to pack your things.

“ Miss (Y/L/N)?”

A hand knocks on your door firmly before it opens and a purple figure steps in. Alright, it appears that people here need to learn how consent and room-entering worked.

You scramble to your feet having just pulled down your tank top and finishing your change of clothes. “Yeah, what?”

The android-like man seems unfazed by your startled demeanor. He smiles and offers his hand. “I’m Vision. It’s good to meet you. Stark has mentioned only excellent things.” Your mouth is slightly agape as you nod, raising an eyebrow in silent question at his sudden appearance. “Yeah- uh…good to meet you too.” His smile seems to widen genuinely as he nods back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I came here to tell you that Captain Rogers is waiting for you at the gym. He sent me to show you the way.”

As you follow his lead, you quickly warm up to Vision. Despite the awkward introduction, your conversation becomes easier as you ask questions and he answers accordingly before bringing up any inquiries of his own. The walk seems a bit long so you both decided to tell each other brief stories.

“So you’re telling me, that one of the most smartest entities in the world almost burned the kitchen down after attempting to make pizza?” you quip, a laugh bubbling up your throat as you grin childishly.

He appears almost sheepish as he looks down at the tile floors. “Yes, well- I suppose cooking was never a necessary function for me. I do enjoy it though.”

You shake your head, grin still plastered on your face. “Remind me to never eat your cooking. No offense.” Maybe getting along with the avengers wasn’t such a hard task after all. He chuckles in response.

You arrive at the gym and look around in wonder. There were walls aligned with normal everyday gym equipment including treadmills and bench-presses along with other standard machinery. What really caught your eyes though were the unusual practice weapons and torn-up target dummies in one corner of the room.

“(Y/N), about earlier, I just wanted to apologize” a voice calls out. You follow it and find Steve standing on the blue mats in the center of the gym, sporting a gray tank top to show off muscle and sweat-pants that hung a bit too low. He was a walking sculpture hand-made by Da Vinci himself. Sweet Jesus, you needed to contain yourself. No drooling in front of the avengers, (Y/N).

Realizing you hadn’t actually responded and that you practically blanked for a couple of minutes, you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, it’s no big deal. I understand you’re just concerned, Steve, but honestly you don’t have to worry about me and…I can prove it.” You drag a hand down your face and sigh, trying to snap back into a serious mindset.

Steve took it as a sign to initiate. He nods, getting into a ready stance. You, however, seemed to be easily distracted when a few other team members filed into the gym. You eye them as they make their way onto the bleachers.

Steve smirks, charging up to you quickly. He had a plan set in place, and it was already starting to play out. He wanted to end this quickly by pinning you down, giving you a lecture on focus and how “you should never let the enemy see you distracted,” and helping you pack up your things to leave. It wasn’t in ill-spirit necessarily, but he would hate to drag another innocent person down the path of the Avengers.

He was nearing you and tried to make a grab on your shoulder when you turned, stepping out of the way and looking him dead in the eyes. “Wow Freedom Slushie, it’d be really nice if you gave me a little warning next time” you jest, answering his confused expression with a shrug of your shoulders.

He huffed, deciding to step it up a notch in intensity. Maybe he shouldn’t underestimate you after all. He takes a few steps back and you two circle each other, both becoming wary of one another’s movements. It was a waiting game now.

You move first this time, lunging forward and leaning your weight on one side of your body as you put force in your opposite side to jab him.

He forces out air from his nose before catching your wrist, quickly releasing it and using his strength to grab your abdomen in order to flip you onto your back. Before your body could hit the mats, you plant your feet on the ground and flip yourself upright once more. You don’t wait for him to respond, forcing your whole body into a turn and giving his side a powerful roundhouse kick to the ribs.

He grunt slightly at this but recovers and takes a hold of your ankle, yanking it roughly so that you lose balance. “Fuck.” You wobble a bit, glaring up at him as you quickly take his wrist in your own hand and giving a twist in its weak point.

His grip immediately loosens and you back up entirely to watch his pained expression. “Get over it soldier, you’ll heal up quickly” you mumble, smiling almost apologetically. “Yeah, well, it still hurts” he grumbles back which only causes you to giggle. A playful glare is shot your way as he shakes his wrist.

He watches as you back up, body still facing him. It was almost as if you were running away. He knew better though when he saw the pure mischief in your eye and he shakes his head with a knowing grin. In a flash, you began your charge at him, one fist looking ready to pummel as it clenches at your side. He narrows his eyes, preparing to grab you again by the wrist in order to push you back. Were you messing with him? He makes the mistake of bracing one arm in front of his thigh though, hoping to make a quick grab.

You seize the opportunity, jumping up and planting a foot on said arm to push up even higher. Adrenaline pumps through you (as if it wasn’t already) and gives you a quick rush. Using the momentum, you back-flip, kicking harshly up into his jaw.

His head flies backward, lucky that none of his teeth were broken from the force of the kick.

He groans again. Cupping his jaw, he tries to soothe the ache. You were back on your feet now, breathing heavily from the energy exertion and grinning ever-so-slightly from the cheers coming from the bleachers. You were full of surprises and it became apparent to everyone in the room.

“Damn, Steve she got your ass!” a dark-skinned man hollers, arms crossed as he lets out a wholehearted laugh.

“What the hell was that move? That was awesome!” An older man says, setting down the bow he’d been toying with. He nudges a redhead sitting next to him and they both smile widely. She proceeds to whisper something incomprehensible, but from the devious look on her face you could tell it was something snarky.

You leave Steve on the mats, running toward a mini-fridge in the corner of the gym. After rummaging through it, you return with a small ice-pack in hand and gently place it under his jaw. “So Cap, what do you say? Did I beat some sense into you?”

He looks at you momentarily, taking the pack from your grasp to adjust it. His eyes gave off a glare almost too intense to stay still under. That had you worried. However, his deep frown morphed into a small smile as he lifts the ice pack. He glances to those on the bleachers before eyeing you once more.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).”

– 3 months later –

“I’ve got eyes on the control room. 2 guys both unarmed. I’m moving in.”

“Copy that (Y/N), be careful please.”

You chuckle quietly in response to Steve’s voice. “Yeah Pops, I’ll be okay.”

“Better be, we have movie night tonight” a voice chimes in and you roll your eyes in response. “Nat, there won’t be a movie night. Tony forgot to buy the popcorn.” a chorus of “what the hell Tony?”s and “man what the fuck?”s resonated through the earpiece causing you to purse your lips to keep from bursting with laughter.

Never had you imagined getting along with the whole group of Avengers, but here you were. You never regretted staying to say the least. They had become your family and you couldn’t ask for more. Despite their ups and downs, you couldn’t put anything past them. They were human after all (well- you were sure at least 90% of them were) and they were allowed to make mistakes.

There was Natasha and Clint who you dubbed “Double-Trouble.” They let you in on their little secrets and their inside jokes which made you feel at home around them. Then there was Vision, who you decided needed cooking classes from day one. On your off-time you opted to help him with dinner, which the rest of the team were more than happy about. Hell, they even started having “family dinners” around the table again after the meals started to improve. Following the purple android, you had Wanda. She was so sweet that you secretly decided to call her “the innocent-child-that-deserves-better.” You were her ears to talk to when she was feeling down and in return she offered companionship and reminded you of the domestic life, taking you out on occasional shopping sprees or going to spas to get your manicures and pedicures done. Rhodey would tease you about this and would lightheartedly call you a “true Cali girl” due to your frequent visits to coffee shops and cute boutiques with Wanda. In response you would scoff and deny it, but he knew better and would only laugh in response.

There was Bruce who you tried opening up more. He was holed up in his lab most of the time, but after you gave him frequent visits, he made an effort to join “game nights” or “movie nights.” You remembered the first two weeks being awkward, as you were almost as bad as Tony when it came to sleep. You would wander around the halls and stumble into his lab multiple times on accident (You were bad with directions and Tony’s maps didn’t help you one bit).

Sam was next on the list. He was your go-to guy for cheering up and damn did he do it well. His jokes could have your sides hurting for days after laughing so hard. One day he made a joke about Tony knocking over a suit after getting drunk and that suit started a domino-affect which almost broke half of the things in his lab. He then apparently proceeded to blame Steve for trying to steal his “shit” when he spotted him walking past the lab. You nearly choked on your cereal when Tony walked into the room, looking confused as ever.

You never got the chance to meet the god named Thor, but from what you’ve heard, he’s a giant puppy. That type of person was someone you would definitely get along with (and it helps that he apparently was eye candy for the ladies). T’Challa was another member you’ve never gotten to know well, but from what Steve says, he’s a loyal and trustworthy man despite their conflict. You appreciated his aid for Steve’s friend whether or not you’ve met them. Often you were more interested in asking about said friend, but Steve brushed it off and said that you would hopefully have a chance to meet this so-called “Bucky.”

Speaking of Freedom Fry, you’d grown very close since your sparring session. He was like an older brother and you usually went to him first for anything that had been eating away at your mind. Despite Tony’s slight disapproval, you found yourself making a promise to have Steve’s back because you definitely knew he had yours. Don’t get it twisted, Tony was good for gossip and mayhem, but it was slightly harder to talk about anything too deep without him trying to shake it off with some humor. He was never one for sappy moments, and you didn’t try pushing it on him too often.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head as you try to bring your focus back to the mission.

You bring up your rifle as you crouch down beside a large crate, eyes focusing on the targets in front of you. Both men seemed preoccupied with their data. They had no idea you were coming.

Suddenly, the sound of a gun clicking shakes you.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

“Don’t. Move.”

Your gaze follows the voice, trying to look at him through your side vision, but before you could move to disarm the man, you could only watch as the back of the gun moves in to slam at the side of your head.

A loud ringing could be heard in your ears and you began to grow lightheaded. A few shouts were muffled by the cloudiness of your mind as you slump forward. Whether those shouts were coming from your earpiece or the men before you, you never had the chance to find out.

Two large hands grip you by the shoulder and drag you away roughly. Your vision fades in and out as you try to re-focus, but it becomes clear you were too weak to fight back. You could feel another rough hand cup the side of your cheek and a chuckle resonates throughout the room before a fist collides with your skull.

With that, everything goes black.

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