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jackharloww · 1 year

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You are the only one

summary: a fic inspired by Ed Sheeran's "one". Reader moves away after a year of being with Jack but comes back to him - wonder how it goes :)

You never believed in the saying "Right person, wrong time", you always thought it was a silly thing to say, if a person was the right one then you could make it work, right? Well, that was before you met Jack.

You met Jack when you moved to Atlanta for a year to work overseas. You worked as a stylist and the company you worked for got a one-year contract with a magazine where you got the title of an editorial stylist. That is how you came in contact with Jack, he was shooting for the magazine, and working with him on set was the funniest you've ever had at work. Upon seeing each other for the first time you immediately clicked and everyone could see the admiration in both your eyes.

You became inseparable. You did everything together, everything from partying to going on road trips talking about your dreams and aspirations. It took Jack a while to muster up the courage to tell you he liked you more than a friend, but when he did, oh how beautiful life became. It was the best year of your life, he was yours and you were his and everything was good, but everything good has to come to an end, right?

You still remembered the call from your company telling you that you couldn't continue for more than a year and that you needed to move back. The night you broke the news to Jack still replays in your head, you were lying on a blanket next to each other watching the beautiful night sky.

Flashback

"Do you have to leave" Jack muttered as you both stared at the stars in the night sky. You didn't answer him, which made him continue speaking "Can't you just stay here? With me?" his voice cracked, you didn't trust your voice, instead you turned your head to meet his eyes, the tears in your eyes told him what he needed to know. You scooted closer to him and put your head on his shoulder.

"There's nothing more I want, but you know I can't" you mustered out before taking a deep breath. You looked down at your tangled hands and pulled them up to plant a kiss on the back of Jack's hand.

He leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, before pulling you on top of him. His big hands cradled your face and you both stared at each other's watery eyes for a few seconds.

"I love you," you told him

"I love you too, more than you could ever imagine" he answered

"I'll come back to you" you whispered, as he pulled you into a gentle kiss, both your tears leaving a salty taste on your lips.

"Promise me you'll wait for me," he said after he pulled away from the kiss. "I promise" you sniffled, before leaning your forehead against his.

"You know, I'm so thankful you showed me what love is" Jack mumbled. You leaned in and kissed him hard, your lips saying everything you couldn't.

End of Flashback

You had one week with each other after that night, and you spent it attached at the hips. He came with you to the airport the day you left, where you said your teary goodbyes. You promised each other to call every night, but Jack's career kicking off, your busy work schedule and the time difference made it hard for both of you to keep that promise. There were occasional messages when one of you had achieved something but not more than that. But there wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think about him.

One Year Later

You looked down at your phone, before looking up again at the big building. Yup, this is it, you said to yourself before grabbing your big suitcase and walking towards the door to your new apartment.

"Welcome miss" the concierge greeted you as he opened the door for you. "Thank you sir" You smiled at him and dragged your suitcase behind you as you walked to the elevators. You arrived on the floor, took the keys from your bag, unlocked the door, and walked in. Your eyes widened in wonder, the pictures on the website did not do it justice. It had a high ceiling, an open floor plan, and big windows that gave it a luxurious feeling. Thankfully the lease included a fully furnished apartment so you didn't have to think about that. It was modern and elegant, with colors of white and beige decorating the apartment. You sank down on the couch and thanked god for the soft cushions.

"Back in Atlanta" You sighed with contentment and leaned back, closing your eyes for a moment. You had gotten the job offer of your dreams which took you back to the beautiful city of Atlanta.

You would lie if you said that Jack hadn't been on your mind. You were so proud of all he had achieved and missed him like crazy. You often wondered if he thought about you the same way you think about him. The memory of both of you lying down, watching the stars, and pouring all your feelings out often replayed in your mind. You grabbed your phone and immediately went on the Instagram app, searching for Jack, and started to write him a DM. After typing and deleting for 5 minutes, you finally decided what to write and typed it out. You stared at the message for a few minutes, debating if you should hit send. Like yes, you did tell him you will be back for him, but what if he had moved on? But what's the worse that could happen? you thought. After minutes of debating you finally hit send and threw your phone on the other end of the sofa.

Yourinsta: "I'm in town"

After a few minutes, you received a notification and jumped to grab your phone, to your dismay it was a message from your best friend asking if you'd arrived, you quickly wrote out an answer to her before going on Insta once more. You clicked into the DM you had sent and immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw the words on your phone screen, Read.

Well, at least he read it? that's a good thing? right? you tried to convince yourself. At least now you know what the worst thing that could happen was, not receiving a fucking answer. You threw your phone away once more and got up to shower.

You stepped into the beautiful big shower and let the warm water hit your body, you closed your eyes, and the only thing on your mind was Jack, why couldn't you stop thinking about him. You washed your body thoroughly before stepping out to go to sleep, the jetlag slowly hitting you.

You woke up only an hour later to the sound of your phone ringing, groaning you squinted to see who it was before answering. "You woke me up" you muttered to Alina, your best friend, on the other line.

"Well, you didn't answer my message, I thought you died" She replied nonchalantly, clearly eating something.

"I did?" you questioned and put her on speaker to check for yourself.

"no bro, you must've dreamt about it" she answered, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh, I did answer but I might have forgotten to hit send" you admitted, laughing slightly. The two of you talked for a while more before you told her you wanted to sleep more.

Before putting your phone away, you noticed you'd received a notification on Instagram, and even though you tried to push the feelings away, you couldn't help your heart from beating rapidly. You clicked on the message and it was as if your eyes stopped connecting to your brain. You couldn't comprehend what you just read.

Jackharlow: "Can we meet?"

Well, there goes that sleep, you thought and quickly sat up. He had sent it 40 minutes after he had read it, but at least he answered.

Yourinsta: Sure, let me know when and where, You typed out after a minute of just staring at the message he had sent. You received an answer only a few seconds later.

Jackharlow: Tonight? at 7, Our place.

Your place. The place where you would go to just hang out, relax, and talk about everything. It was the place where you said "I love you" for the first time and it was also the place where you told him you were moving back. It was Your place, and him mentioning it made your heart flutter.

yourinsta: That sounds good!

Now you were freaking out. The fluttering sensation in your stomach felt like thousands of butterflies flying around. You quickly looked at the time and noticed you had a few more hours. The nerves you felt wouldn't make it easy to fall asleep again, so you just got up to get ready.

You fixed your hair and sat down to do your makeup. You dragged your suitcase into your room, dug out a pair of beige cargos, and paired them with a simple tight white t-shirt.

Thankfully the place was within walking distance so you grabbed your headphones, put on your favorite playlist, and started walking. As soon as you arrived you saw him sitting on the bench, wearing black jeans with a grey zip-up hoodie. Your heart pounded with tension as you walked up to him. As soon as he heard your steps he turned around and his famous big grin got plastered on his face.

"Well look who we have here," he said and stood up to greet you properly in a big hug.

"Hi" you mirrored his big grin and snuggled into his hug. You took a deep breath, not wanting to let go. After a few seconds, you both pulled away and looked at each other. A wave of emotions that you haven't felt in a long time came over you. His eyes sparkled with a warmth that you had missed.

"You're back," He said as you both walked to the bench to sit down.

"I'm back," you sniffled a laugh, giving him a tight-lip smile. It was a little weird being here a year later. You still loved him but you had no idea how he felt about you after all this time.

"How long are you staying," He asked, smiling at you.

"Well as long as I can" you smiled "Im working for this company now, so no returning hopefully" At that he stared at you with his eyebrows raised.

"So no one-year contract bullshit this time?" he asked, which made you giggle

"no one-year contract bullshit" you answered with a big smile that he returned before turning his head to the view. There was a comfortable silence before Jack spoke up.

"I come here a lot you know," he said, looking straight ahead "Whenever I feel anxious and need to relax, it makes me calm" he continued, now turning his head to look at you.

"Yeah?" you asked, receiving nods with a gentle smile "My mind comes here when I need to do the same"

"I've missed you" He finally admitted after taking a deep breath

"I've missed you too" You both stared at each other's eyes now.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you," he said. He reached for you, put his finger under your chin, and pulled your face up to look him in the eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked in a whisper while keeping eye contact, your eyes glistened as you answered him with a nod. You both leaned forward and his soft lips met yours in a tender kiss. The kiss told you everything you needed to know. It was filled with affection and so much love.

"Promise me you won't leave again" he whispered when you pulled away from the kiss, your foreheads resting against each other.

"I won't leave you" you whispered back "I love you" you finally said, not afraid to let him know all your feelings. He gave you another kiss, this time it was hard, filled with all of the passion and emotions you felt towards each other.

He pulled away and looked at you with his beautiful sparkling blue eyes, "I couldn't stop loving you" he said, "I can't love another woman the same way I love you. I only have eyes for you" He continued speaking with affection.

You reached for his hand and held it, you smiled as he spoke and looked down at your tangled hands

"You're the only one I can see myself with when I'm gray and old, you're the only one I can see myself having kids with, You're the only one Y/N," he said passionately "You were and will always be the only one".

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dearstvckyx · 26 days

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𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

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𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➜ 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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thelunahischier New Album out now!! along with Music Videos for Aphrodite, Mamas Song & Something Bad

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edwards.73: Naming a song after yourself is such a Luna thing to do 😭

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synonym-for-cinnamon · 2 months

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I REDID ITTTTT FINALLYYYY

I’m so happyyyy MAN IVE IMPROVED A LOT HUH

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty two

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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TW: mentions of disordered eating, weight loss, body image descriptions

october 1, 2018 san diego, california calum

I could barely sleep last night with the excitement of reuniting with Orion at the front of my mind. I get to hold her, touch her, kiss her, be with her… today. It’s finally here. The day that we’ve been pining for is finally here.

I wake up early so I can be ready when she gets here. We slept on the bus last night after we drove out here from Denver. It’s quiet when I wake up, unsurprisingly. I grab my duffel bag of clothes and toiletries and head into the venue to take a shower. There’s no show today, but we’re camped out here for now. I’m supposed to stay at Orion’s family’s house tonight, but the rest of the band and crew are at a hotel.

As I get to the door into the venue, Gus is already here. I swear, the man is always working. His shifts are 12 hours at a time. He’s tired as he greets me, but still cheery.

“Orion comes today, right?” He asks me with a knowing smile. He knows the answer. The question is practically rhetorical.

I smile back at him without a second thought. Of course I’m smiling — I get to see my girl today. “Yep, she’s gonna be here around 10!”

Gus nods and opens the door for me. “Only three and a half hours to go, then.”

We leave the conversation there and I enter the building, looking around for signage to direct me to the dressing room. I find it and head that way. It’s nice to be in the venue this early. No one else is awake, aside from a handful of stray security guys and a janitor that’s mopping the floor.

I take what Orion would call an everything shower. It consists of scrubbing my entire body with a container of sugar scrub I stole from her abundant stash, slathering my body in some body wash from LUSH that she got me hooked on, shaving everything, shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating my face… everything. I want to look, feel, and smell my best for her, even though I know she wouldn’t care if I smelled like cat piss and looked like a complete mess.

When I get out of the shower, I text her, since it’s roughly when she will wake up anyway.

To: my love + stars gooooood morning!!!!! ☀️ today is the DAY!!!! drive safe and let me know when you hit the road. can’t wait to see you my love.

Back on the bus, I try to get my bunk in order. I make the bed as well as I can and organize my stuff so it doesn’t look quite as chaotic.

“Cal? What time is it?” Ashton’s voice sounds from the bunk above mine.

“It’s a little after seven,” I answer, trying to whisper.

“Why are you up this early?” He whispers back.

“We’re in San Diego, dude.”

Ashton opens the curtain to his bunk then so he can look at me. “Shit, didn’t even realize. You excited?” He smiles, already knowing my answer. Another practically rhetorical question.

“Can’t fucking wait.”

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I spend my morning with Ashton inside the venue, just aimlessly scrolling on my phone while he reads a book. We’ve both downed a cup or two of coffee and eaten a few of the snacks we have backstage. It’s just bananas and granola bars currently, which is fine by me. I’m not really hungry. The excitement is all consuming.

My phone is already unlocked, watching Orion’s blinking blue dot on the Find My Friends app get closer and closer to mine. She stopped at her family’s house on her way here to drop off Duke so we can spend the day together. As her dot gets onto the premises of the venue, she starts calling. I answer instantly.

“Hi,” I answer. Ashton looks over at me then and he starts to smile. I’m sure he’s missed her too.

“Hi, I’m pulling in now. Matt told them I’m coming, right?”

“Of course. You’re his favorite, remember?”

She giggles. “Okay, sure. I’ll see you in a minute.”

“Can’t wait.” And then I hang up.

I get off the couch, brushing crumbs from my granola bar off my lap. I turn to Ash.

“Gonna go meet her. We’ll be back in a minute.”

He nods, looking back down to his book.

I walk around the maze of the backstage area, following signs to the exit. More crew are walking around now, all nodding to me politely as we pass each other. I open the back door to the buses and am greeted by the bright sunshine and Gus’ replacement.

I look around, trying to spot Orion’s silver sedan. I spot it parked behind the buses, but don’t see her.

Then, there she is, walking toward me with a glowing smile on her face, wearing a baggy green hoodie, presumably some shorts that I can't see, and a beat-up pair of New Balances. I take a few jogging steps toward her, but she's running, so we meet after just a few seconds.

I wrap her into my arms as quickly as I can from the moment I see her, but the second she’s there, pressed into my chest, I can’t help but notice she’s… different. Orion has always been tiny. She’s 5 feet tall and has always been pretty thin, but she had some slight curves still. Now, she’s bony and frail. Normally, I don’t like to comment on her appearance unless it’s telling her how absolutely gorgeous she is, except this time. I can’t help it. All I can think is that she’s smaller. I want to comment about it, and I try to hold it in, but I don’t trust myself to be able to do so.

“Hi,” I breathe, my face buried in her hair. I didn’t even remember to take in how short it is now. Her frail frame is the only thing on my mind.

“Hi,” she says back. She’s squeezing me back as hard as she can. Her arms are bonier than normal, somewhat masked by the oversized hoodie, but they’re there.

My hands slide up the sides of the hoodie she's wearing — technically mine — to grip her waist and I can instantly tell just how differently her body is shaped now. She feels fragile, far smaller than she was before. It's so obvious. Has the time apart really been this hard on her? I know it's been bad, but not unhealthily losing 20 pounds bad. Have I just not paid enough attention on our Facetimes? Am I that oblivious?

What happened?

Before I know it, the question falls out. “Did you lose weight?” I can't help it. The words tumble from my mouth and my hands scan her rib cage, feeling how much the bones protrude from her skin. She feels like just skin and bones, but she was trying to hide it under my baggy sweatshirt. Orion steps back so she can look at me.

Now, I notice her face and that her cheekbones jutting out sharper than before. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes sunken in. She looks sick.

Has she been struggling so badly this whole time? Why wouldn't she tell me? Did I not look at her at all while I’ve been gone? I’ve seen her face, but I don’t know how I could have missed that it looks like this. My heart aches at the thought of her being too sad to eat, too depressed to move. Things have to have been hard on her if this is how she is now. It’s all my fault.

"Just a little," she mutters. Now she can't even look me in the eye. She's suddenly trying not to cry.

My hands can encircle her waist, completely. She's so much smaller than she was before and there's no way it's healthy for her to be so thin. "Orion, it doesn't feel like 'just a little.'"

Her eyes finally meet mine, holding so much more emotion than I can swim through. What're normally almost orange irises are dark and muddy. "It's fine, okay?"

Her voice is so meek and sad that it pains me to hear. I don't want to press it. We don't need to have a full conversation about her possible disordered eating or stress-starving herself outside of a venue in San Diego. But I can't just drop the fact that she feels like she's down to just her skeleton and organs.

Orion's eyes search mine like she's trying to find the right thing for her to say in the depths of my eyes. I didn't mean to make her cry. I just can't believe that she is so much less of herself than she was two months ago, and I feel like it's my fault for leaving. How can this have happened? Does she need help? I try to put a pin in all the questions I have, but they cloud my thoughts and it's hard to think about anything else. I want to be excited that we’re finally together again, but excited is nowhere near the top of the list of the emotions I’m feeling right now.

"Orion's here!"

"Oh my god, O!"

"Ah! Orion! Cal, why didn't you tell us she was here?!"

"We've missed you so much!"

Suddenly there's a mini stampede of my bandmates, their partners, and some of our crew, all encircling us. It's a mess of limbs and excitement, and I'm pushed back from my girlfriend unwillingly. Everyone else now gets to feel just how frail she is.

Orion is grinning now, a fake smile plastered on her face while giving everyone hugs back and saying how happy she is to see them. Before I know it, Luke is picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her inside. Everyone else follows. Orion giggles and tries to answer questions that everyone throws at her. They all are gone shortly, and I don't even realize that Ashton is still standing with me outside until he speaks.

"Alright, mate?" He asks, patting my back between my shoulders. When I lock eyes with him, he's sympathetic, as if he can tell something is wrong.

I don't know what's going on with Orion yet, so I don't want to start talking about it with Ashton. If it's an eating disorder, that's not something I can just share with him without her consent. As much as I want to describe what I just saw in my girlfriend and felt on her body, I can't tell him.

I clear my throat and plaster on a smile. "Yeah, just still in shock that she's here, I guess."

Ashton nods. “C’mon, let’s go save her.”

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a/n: !!!!!!!!!!!! hi hope you liked this one!!!! drama is coming :) two cal pov's in a row who am i!!

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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Then we were one - Loki x reader

This was definitely out of my comfort zone oml... I tried my best not to make it feel like Disney

Inspired by Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran

Warnings: cringe, tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 1.4k

"What do you think we should do with her?" Natasha Romanoff questioned her companions.

The two men on either side of her stayed silent for a while.

"I guess we could turn her in." Tony Stark replied uncertainly.

Steve Rogers exhaled slowly. "For what? She didn't touch anything."

The three were facing what seemed like a fish tank, except the glass before them was not glass, but an industrial grade plastic invented and tested by Tony Stark himself. Inside was a sad, lonely bed nailed to the floor. The only other occupant was a woman. Her tangled hair swished too and fro as she swayed to the music that only she could hear.

"Twenty two grand kids, now growing old..." She mumbled, almost inaudibly. "In the house that your brother bought you..."

The eerie rhythm sent a shiver down Tony's spine.

"Turning her in for forced entry will have her out of jail in a couple years, especially since she didn't touch anything." Steve continued. "She was just sitting there."

The team had found the woman cross legged on the floor of the sitting room that morning, not unlike her current position, mournfully mumbling meaningless poetry.

"I asked her father but her daddy said no, you can't marry my daughter." The woman sung under her breath.

"What ever it is, there is something wrong with her. She hasn't said a word other than her awful chanting." Tony grumbled.

It was as though his words flipped a switch. The singing, if it could be called that, stopped, and the woman turned to look Tony dead in the eye. "You do know I can hear you?"

Natasha covered her snigger with a hand, before stepping closer to the glass. "Why did you break into the tower?"

"Technically I didn't break in. The sliding door was unlocked."

"Godammit, I KNEW I was forgetting something!" Tony groaned loudly.

"You're avoiding the question." Natasha said, ignoring her team-mate. "Who are you, and why are you here?"

"My name is Y/n."

"And?" Steve pressed.

"She and I went on the run." Y/n mumbled, looking away into space again. "Don't care about religion..."

"And... she's gone. What now?" Tony asked nobody in particular.

"I guess we keep her around for now." Steve replied with a heavy sigh.

"I hate to interrupt, but our guest has arrived." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, robotic voice echoing through small space.

The three Avengers silently exited the room, taking the elevator back down to the common space. Only Natasha noticed the sweet smile that spread on Y/n's lips as she heard the verdict, and the way she fiddled with her ring finger, at a band that was not there.

"She took my name and then we were one. Down by the Wexford border."

Loki stepped out of the elevator, chains rattling, and straight into a suffocating silence. He scanned the room, examining the stony faces of the original Avengers, and the curious and cautious ones of the new members. Despite the drowning weight of the people before him and the chains on his wrists, Loki stood tall, completely determined to show no feeling. Odin forbid the guilt poking at the corners of his mind creep through.

Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder concerningly enthusiastic. "Welcome to your new home, brother!"

"Uh uh, nope, rewind." Tony cut in, waving his hands. "Reindeer Games is only here until the shiny people in the sky say otherwise. Not forever. That was the agreement. Capeesh?"

Loki raised an eyebrow, a sharp remark readied on his tongue, when F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted. Always with the perfect timing.

"Mr Stark, our down stairs visitor is asking to meet our upstairs visitor."

Natasha furrowed her brows, deep in thought, as Tony huffed in annoyance.

"Tell her-"

"Tell her yes." The assassin cut in.

Tony did a double take. "Tell her what?"

"Lady Natasha said to tell the recipient her request was granted." Thor said helpfully.

"No I know what she said, but-"

"How do you know Y/n, Loki?" Natasha cut in.

Despite himself, Loki perked up slightly, then darkened in anger. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing. Answer the question, Loki." Steve said, still stony faced.

"She is an old acquaintance." He replied, quickly pulling himself into line again.

Thor laughed heartily. "Nonsense! My brother and her were quite close back in the day. Very old friends. And if I'm not mistaken, old flames, too."

"Don't be too hasty, brother mine." Loki replied with a hiss.

"Are you sure it is Y/n, Lady Natasha? Our Y/n went missing many years ago."

Natasha watched the exchange, greatly interested. Loki's interest in seeing you was greatly obvious. She remembered how Y/n's lips had quirked up at F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s announcement. This was the most fun Natasha's had in ages.

"I met her at Guy's in the second world war..."

The room was silent apart from Y/n's haunting singing, and the scratching of the nail she had managed to pry from the bed on the wall. In the small time they had been gone, she had covered the space in intricate patterns and words.

Loki stood, slightly frozen in the doorway. Thor hovered impatiently, but silently, behind him, and Natasha watched intently. Tony was totally done with the whole charade already, and Steve tried and failed to hide how uncomfortable the singing made him feel.

"And she was working on a soldiers ward..." Y/n remained blissfully ignorant of the group behind her, focusing on scratching her patterns into the wall. Her voice had become more confident, and now she sang loud and clearly. "Never had I seen such beauty before, the moment that I saw her..."

Loki finally came to his sense, stepping forward. Tony had replaced the chains with two electronic dampener cuffs around either wrist, and the new freedom in his movement was relieving.

"Nancy was my yellow rose," He whispered, much to the surprise of the Avengers around him. Y/n lowered her screw, and slowly turned around to meet his gaze. "And we got married wearing borrowed clothes..."

Natasha watched as Y/n's face turned into one of pure adoration and joy, and as cracks chipped through Loki's stony facade. It made a smile of her own twist her lips.

"Loki?" The woman whispered.

"Hello, love." Loki replied, his gaze finally softening.

The two closed the distance, until all that remained was the glass between them. Tears filled Y/n's eyes, and Loki longed to wipe them away. The ache of separation had stretched their hearts to painful limits, but now that pain seemed tiny compared to the screaming agony that clawed at Loki's chest. He has waited all this time, only to be defeated by a sheet of plastic.

Loki strained his magic, desperate to over come the dampeners. He pushed until he phased straight through the barrier, leaving the cuffs and shocked Avengers on the other side. Tony stepped forward in rage, only for Natasha to hold him back.

Instead, they watched as Loki threw his arms around Y/n as she sobbed. The pain faded, but instead of leaving an empty space, it was filled with the love and longing they had been so long without. Loki pressed his lips to her jaw and neck, the motion so natural he did not know how he lived without it.

"I never worried about King and crown..." Y/n murmured. "Because I found my heart upon southern ground... there's no difference I assure you."

Finally after many long seconds they pulled away, now content to gaze into each other's eyes and remember.

"Y/n, where have you been?" Thor demanded, shattering the moment into little tiny pieces.

The woman laughed. "I found a new purpose. Perhaps you can meet her soon."

"Her?"

"Yes, how is my little love?" Loki asked, reaching out to touch Y/n's face.

"She'll be better when she sees you."

"Hold up," Tony exclaimed dramatically. "Reindeer Games has a child?"

"I am an uncle and I did not get to witness the miracle of the birth..." Thor wailed loudly. "How did this happen?"

"He and I went on the run," Y/n explained. "We didn't care about Odin's blessing."

"I told him 'I'm going to marry to woman I love, be it in an Asgardian forest.'" Loki said proudly, pulling his love back into his embrace protectively. "She took my name and then we were one, somewhere in an Asgardian forest." --

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stray heart | hughie campbell x fem!reader | one shot

Pairing: hughie campbell x fem!reader

Summary: After the mission is accomplished, the whole group allows themselves an evening of relaxation and celebration. In the course of it, you find out that too long-hidden feelings and wine are not a good combination.

The one shot is also avaliable on Ao3

5 226 words

Songs which I used here: Green Day - Stray Heart and Ed Sheeran - Tenerife Sea

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"I can't believe we managed to kill that asshole!" you shouted as you entered the house. For weeks the whole team had been hunting one of the supes, and today you finally managed to get rid of him.

"Let's not forget that he almost killed you too." Hughie sighed, extinguishing your enthusiasm.

"If it weren't for Kimiko you would have been lying dead a long time ago!"

"If it hadn't been for her distracting that cunt, we never would have caught him." interjected Butcher.

"You acted like a real badass!" Kimiko added, handing you the phone on which she had written the message.

"We... deserved a reward!" exclaimed Frenchie. "I will prepare the most wonderful supper, feel invited!"

"And I have to risk being poisoned?" M.M. laughed.

"That was a blow straight to my poor heart, bastard!" shouted Frenchie putting his hands to his chest. "Still, in two hours I invite you, dress up as if you were going on a date with the president or receiving an Oscar. This evening belongs to us!" After these words, you all dispersed to separate rooms to freshen up a bit and change clothes. From the moment you discovered that Neuman also had superpowers you knew that you had to be more careful, so a change of residence seemed to make sense. Together with Kimiko and Frenchie, you moved into a small house on the outskirts of New York City that you had inherited from your grandmother. Hughie, Butcher and Marvin had their own apartments, but you still spent most of your time at your place. It was a base of sorts, since no one knew of its existence. At least that's what you hoped.

After taking a shower, you started looking through your clothes. You didn't have a lot of them with you, but there were a few summer dresses. You liked the idea of Frenchie. After days of hunting supes, running and playing with death, you really deserved one evening of pleasure. You looked at the mirror standing against the wall. The reflection in the mirror showed you a person you couldn't recognize. Scuffed up eyes, bruises and cuts almost all over your body, scars that will probably never disappear again. A wreck of a person stood before you. You never thought of yourself as someone who could be called beautiful. Now you knew that you were far from beautiful. Especially when Annie appeared nearby. She was your friend, no doubt, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy. She had everything, a beautiful face, hair and a perfect figure. Something that, in your mind, you would never be able to match. When you were alone it didn't bother you so much, you had long accepted the fact that you wouldn't be like her. However, the green monster in you was awakened every time you saw how Hughie could not take his eyes off her. Every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were on her. For months you defended yourself against the thought that you felt something more for him. However, it was all stronger. Every night you lay staring at the ceiling wondering what to do so that he would finally give you the attention you so desperately craved. You prayed that for once he would look at you the way you looked at him. Every night before you went to sleep, you made up fake scenarios in which he would finally see something more in you. For a long time now, you no longer had the strength to hold back the storm of emotions that was inside you when he stayed intimately close to you. The warmth that filled you from the inside whenever you saw his smile, or heard his laugh. The chills that ran through your body every time you accidentally touched each other. Even a gentle flick of his hand was enough, nothing more. The way you are always there for each other and no matter how messed up the situation becomes you never leave each other. Every time one of you nearly died in the middle of the action, afterwards you threw yourselves into each other's arms feeling grateful that you made it. When you were still living in the basement under the pawn shop, every time you were haunted by nightmares and couldn't manage to sleep he always let you sleep with him. He told you silly stories just to occupy your thoughts with something and let you fall asleep peacefully. Even if at first you fell asleep with your backs to each other, in the morning you woke up in his embrace every time. You missed it so damn much. Along with the nostalgia, you also felt pain each time you were reminded that he would always see you as a friend. You sent your reflection a sad smile and began to change into a dress, and later decided to put on some makeup, hoping that maybe without the visible bruises and the cut wound on your forehead, Hughie would see at least some beauty in you. In the meantime, you heard a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in!" you shouted and saw Kimiko enter the room uncertainly. You grinned at the sight of her. The two of you had grown very close over the past few weeks.

"I need help." she signed. When you moved in together you began to teach her how to write and use the phone, and in return she taught you and Frenchie her language. So far you only knew basic phrases, so she communicated with you over the phone most of the time.

"Is something wrong?" you asked worriedly, and she shook her head negatively.

"Frenchie told us to look nice, and I don't know how to do it." she handed you a device.

"Let me just finish my makeup quickly and take care of you, 'kay?" you grinned. She answered you with the same. "In the meantime you can look through my clothes, maybe you'll find something you like."

Excitedly, she ran over to the clothes and started browsing. Every now and then she changed the idea by showing you more and more strange combinations, and when it was time for makeup she couldn't sit still as the brushes tickled her skin. When you were finished, you both stood in front of the mirror.

"You look beautiful." you said. She was wearing a slightly oversized red dress with open shoulders. It perfectly matched the red lips. At first she didn't want to agree, but you persisted and after a moment, she agreed. You could see little happy sparks in her eyes. She momentarily infected you with all the positive emotions that were from her.

"You too." she replied. You were dressed in a cream-colored floral dress with a large neckline, and a silver necklace sparkled around your neck. Kimiko insisted that since she had painted her lips such a conspicuous color you must too so you decided on a strong, bright pink. For the first time in a long time you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw someone you didn't want to look away from right away. Satisfied, you left the room. It turned out that everyone was just waiting for you.

"Ah! belles femmes!" shouted Frenchie. He was dressed in black pants and a shirt over which he wore a gold jacket. "Do you see, you yahoos? The girls understood the assignment! They look like a million dollars!" he excitedly grabbed both of you by the hands and pulled you towards the table. "y/n" he kissed your hand and pushed back the chair. When you sat down he squatted you back down. "mon cœur" He did the same with Kimiko. "I knew I could count on you. As punishment, the rest of you should only get a piece of dry bread and a glass of water, the feast should be for those who can appreciate the situation." He rolled his eyes. You were amused by this. In fact, Hughie, M.M and Butcher were sitting at the table in jeans and T-shirts.

"I think this one time we can forgive them," you laughed looking ahead.

"Frenchie is right, you do look beautiful." Hughie commented looking straight into your eyes. You felt a strange nervousness. You can't remember the last time you received eye contact.

"Ha, a homeless person would dress better than you!" Frenchie continued his dramatic performance pretending to be offended. However, at some point you zooned out completely focusing on the person sitting in front of you. Even in a simple T-shirt, he looked good. He didn't need a suit to impress you. He might as well have been sitting there now in a stretched out tracksuit, and you could still admire him for hours.

"Do I have something on my face?" his voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Oh! N-no..." you choked out. You felt your cheeks burning from the embarrassment of being caught staring at him. You quickly got up from the table and went to the kitchen with the intention of helping to bring down the food. Once everything was set up on the table you turned on the music in the background and got busy eating. You were so hungry that no one even tried to talk. Only when your stomachs were finally full did Frenchie get up from his seat.

"I propose a toast, to a successful mission!" he grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured for everyone. After the first few sips, you felt your muscles gently relax. You sat like this recalling the course of the last mission. The wine was pouring at an amazingly fast tempo, thanks to which even Butcher seemed to be relaxed and joked with you like never before. The mask of the tough guy was put away for a while, you could even tell that he was enjoying sitting with you at that moment. At one point, a familiar tune reached your ears.

I lost my way, oh baby, this stray heart

Went to another

Can you recover, baby?

Oh, you're the only one that I'm dreamin' of

Your precious heart

Was torn apart by me

"I love this song!" Kimiko signed.

"Then let's dance," Frenchie pulled her by the hand to the middle of the living room where they began to move and jump to the rhythm of the music. "Petit Hughie! Invite y/n to dance!" he shouted. "Be a gentleman!"

And you, you're not alone, oh-oh

And now I'm where I belong

We're not alone, oh-oh

I'll hold your heart and never let go

The boy looked at you with uncertain eyes, and you responded with a slight smile. He drunk up the rest of his wine and extended his hand toward you sending you the most charming smile you had ever seen. It's a good thing you were still sitting at the time because you were sure your knees would have bent momentarily. Joining "the dance floor," you got close enough to smell his cologne. You had a feeling that your head was spinning, you didn't know if it was because of his presence and that smell or because of the wine. At that moment it was all the same to you, all that mattered was Hughie all the time smiling broadly at you as you moved to the rhythm of the music.

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

Everything that I need, I need from you

But I just can't have you

"I never thought I would dance to Green Day songs." he laughed, moving closer to you.

"I didn't either. But tonight we can do whatever we like!" you laughed feeling happy. He grabbed your hand and turned you around a few times.

"Everything?" he asked having his lips right next to your ear.

"No limits," you answered on the inhale.

I said a thousand times, and now a thousand one

We'll never part

I'll never stray again from you

This dog is destined for a home to your heart

We'll never part

I'll never stray again from you

Not wanting to interrupt the touch, you placed your other hand on his shoulder and he placed his own on your waist. A familiar shiver ran through your body, but you hoped he didn't notice.

You're not alone, oh-oh

And now I'm where I belong

We're not alone, oh-oh

I'll hold your heart and never let go

It's been a long time since you were as close to each other as you are now. Again you could feel the warmth that you so badly missed. The closer you got to the source, the more all the rest seemed distant to you. Suddenly everyone who was with you in the living room dissolved into nothingness leaving you alone.

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

Everything that I need, I need from you

But I just can't have you

"Everything that I want, I want from you..." you sang softly. You lifted your gaze meeting his bright eyes. Soft wrinkles appeared at their corners when he once again smiled. Then it occurred to you that despite the countless times you had cuddled and slept in the same bed, your faces had never been as close together as they were now. With your gaze you wandered over his face until you finally stopped at his lips.

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

The words of the song rumbled in your head as you decided to close the minimal gap that was between you. His lips were exactly as you had imagined. Warm and soft. The kind you might never have pulled away from again. However, a shocked Hughie violently drew in air and put his hands on your shoulders gently moving away. The confusion on his face terrified you and before he could say anything you panickedly ran out of the house.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked looking around the room.

"I'll ask it another way, what the hell are you still doing here?" asked M.M. Kimiko aggressively signed to him, telling him he was an idiot and ran off after you. "You've been playing cat and mouse for months. You stare at each other as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, but only when the other one isn't looking, like in some damn kindergarten, Hughie."

"We can feel your hearts getting off the hook, Petit Hughie." interjected Frenchie.

"After all, we're just friends!" he said sitting down on the couch wiping his sweaty palms in his pants.

"And you want to be just friends?"

"No...but that would ruin the whole relationship between us. W-what if it doesn't work out between us?" he combed his hand through his hair.

"I've never seen anyone look at someone with so much love in their eyes as she does at you! With that kiss she gives you her heart on a tray, and you threw it on the floor and trampled it!" At the sound of these words, he felt a strange pain in his chest. And the thought you feeling rejected only intensified it. He remembered the moment when he first felt that you meant much more to him than he would have expected.

A quiet knock on the door rang through the room. Puzzled, he looked at his watch, which showed three o'clock in the morning.

"Yeah?" he asked loudly and turned on the lamp. The door opened and there stood you with a far too large t-shirt and fabric shorts that revealed your bruised legs. When he shifted his gaze to your face he noticed swollen and glazed eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, sitting up straight.

"I can't sleep... I don't even know why I came here... These nightmares don't let me rest, I can't handle them alone." The sound of your breaking voice awakened in him the desire to protect you from all the evil of the world. He never wanted to hear it again. Without thinking, he quickly jumped out of bed and took you in his arms. You stood like that for a long moment, until he felt you shivering.

"Shit, are you cold? Come on, cover yourself." He pulled you to the bed, where you sat with your legs crossed, which he immediately covered with a quilt, then he went to close the door and when he returned, he sat down opposite you. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know... every time I close my eyes I see blood. Blood everywhere. Blood, guts and limbs scattered all over the room. And then I'm in a completely different place, tied to a chair when Homelander makes me choose who to kill first. There you all are M.M, Kimiko, Frenchie, and Butcher. He makes me watch as he slowly kills each of you. Every night I'm afraid to go to sleep because I know I'll have to relive it all over again like I'm in some kind of cursed hell loop!" tears began to run down your cheeks. The sight of you at that moment was breaking his heart, he couldn't explain why, but he couldn't stand it and felt an incredibly great need to hug you and take from you all the pain you were feeling.

"Y/n, listen to me please." he began, grabbing your hands. "I'm here, okay?" he started moving closer. "We're all okay, I think even Butcher, who is rambling God knows where, is okay. After all, a bad things never dies." A quiet giggle came out of your mouth hearing the last sentence. However, his touch also made the fear slowly begin to retreat. "Everything will be fine, I promise. You're not alone in all this, you know. You're always welcome here, even in the middle of the night." he assured. Unexpectedly, you took your hands from his and shifted so that you could hug him. A pleasant warmth spread over his body, and a smile crept onto his lips.

"Thank you." you whispered.

"You're welcome, that's what ... friends are for." the last words didn't want to pass his lips. Until now he had no problem calling you his friend, but now he wasn't quite sure if what he felt for you at that moment could be described as a purely friendly reaction. He wanted to kiss every tear from your face ending with your lips. He quickly shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. Unfortunately, feeling his sudden movement, you moved away, and the warmth in which he could have drowned just a moment ago was replaced by a cold longing.

"I should go back, I'm sorry I woke you up." You said getting out of bed.

"No!" his mouth was faster than his brain. "I mean..." he grunted. "You can stay here if you want, I haven't been sleeping very well lately either." He scratched his neck nervously while watching your reaction. He was relieved to see the corners of your mouth lift up and you were next to him again. "Maybe in company we can get over it." Without a word you both lay down with your backs touching.

"I can't stop thinking about it, Hughie..." you whispered.

"Maybe you want to listen to music?" he suggested, remembering how he always played his favorite playlist during sleepless nights and focused only on it.

"Will you pick something for me?" you asked uncertainly. You had several songs in your head that you could listen to, but you felt that you wanted him to choose one. Something special, something just for you. After a while, a quiet melody reached your ears.

"Just don't make fun of me!" he laughed. He didn't care if you laughed at him. At that moment, all he cared about was driving all the bad thoughts away from you and putting you to sleep. "And um- try not to think too much, okay? Just focus on the song." he instructed.

You closed your eyes focusing on the pleasant sounds of the guitar and Sheeran's soothing voice. You smiled to yourself, wondering if the choice of singer was intentional. You had mentioned several times in the past how much you liked him. There was a veritable storm going on in Campbell's head. He wondered if he had not exaggerated, if the choice of just this song was too obvious and if it would scare you off. What he didn't know was that you would never in your life be able to believe that he could dedicate any love song to you under any circumstances. Focusing only and only on the song, just as he told you to, you fell asleep with the conviction that he had chosen it only because it was peaceful and soothing. One that allowed you to feel safe enough to fall asleep. Nothing more.

Should this be the last thing I see

I want you to know it's enough for me

'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need

I'm so in love

So in love...

Listening to the words of the song himself, he wondered if what he was feeling now could be called falling in love? Tonight he felt as if these feelings fell on him suddenly and powerfully. But he didn't want to defend himself against them. There was something about you that made him want to go further. Unfortunately, he didn't know how. Nor did he know how to find out if you would feel the same. So he decided that for the foreseeable future he would act as if nothing had ever changed. Good old friend Hughie. Except for tonight. Making sure you were definitely asleep he gently put his arm around you pulling you closer. "Fuck it." he thought and dipped his nose into your hair sniffing it. Intoxicated by the fruity scent, he couldn't stop the thought that he wanted to be like this forever. Cursing himself in his soul for his selfish attitude, he prayed that the nightmares would haunt you more often, if that was the only way to spend the night with you by his side.

"Jesus Hughie, quit being a pussy and run for her you moron! I'm not going to buy you chocolate ice cream for a broken heart later!" Said Butcher while topping up his wine. "Go before it's too late."

"But what should I tell her?" he asked panicked.

"The truth!" the loud voice of M.M brought him down to earth a bit. Without waiting any longer he went out in front of the house to look for you.

You were sitting on a bench looking up at the sky. Kimiko silently sat next to you holding your hand. The makeup you had put so much effort into was already smudged by tears. You felt ugly again. In the simplest sense of the word. Simply ugly. You knew that when you got home and looked in the mirror you would feel bad.

"He's a douche." Kimiko signed.

"Nice, you say, but it's not true." you said sending her a sad smile. "We can't blame him for not feeling the same way I do."

"But..." sadness and sympathy were painted on her face.

"It's okay." interrupted her by grabbing both her hands. "I've made peace with it, you know? I'll never be beautiful enough or my character equal to Annie's." She sent you a questioning look.

"Every time I look at him, his gaze is on her. I am not surprised at all, probably for him she is a walking ideal. You don't even know how much I would give to have him look at me like that even once..." You sighed, returning your gaze to the stars.

"You don't even know how many times I looked at you with such admiration that it hurt." you heard a voice say. Kimiko immediately stood up and walked towards it. "Kimiko, please let me talk to her." he said. Under the influence of his voice, you became still. You didn't dare turn around. After a moment, however, out of the corner of your eye you saw him sit down next to you.

"You don't have to be here Hughie, I can handle it." you said quietly.

"But I want to. I want to be by your side." he grabbed your hand. Feeling his touch, you felt another wave of tears come to your eyes. "Do you know why you keep catching me staring at Annie?" He continued. "Because you are always next to her. And when I see that your sight wanders in my direction I panic and stare at her. It's not that I don't like your eyes! No, I love your eyes and could stare into them for hours! Sometimes I feel like you hide all the stars in the sky in them, especially when you talk about something you like, they get so glassy and shiny then." he laughed nervously.

"Hughie, you don't have to lie, you know that?" the words struggled to pass through your throat.

"What are you talking about? I'm just trying to tell you that I love you, and you think I'm lying?" you could sense the irritation in his voice, but that's not what you focused on. His confession completely caught you off guard.

"Y-you love me?" you howled.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "From the moment you first came to my bed in the middle of the night in that damn basement! Wasn't it obvious? The song I played?"

"I... I thought you only played it because it was peaceful and was able to put me to sleep," you said.

"From that night I started to create a special playlist that I could play to you every time you came to see me again." he confessed.

"Why didn't you ever play it?" you asked disappointedly.

"I was panicking. Every time I wanted to do it I thought that if you guessed that I felt something more you would run away from me and never come back. That's why I preferred to tell you silly stories not at all related to my feelings." you answered nothing. You still couldn't believe that everything he said was true, and then, as if reading your mind, he went on. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can love you y/n? I know I didn't show it. I was a coward. I always waited for the right moment to tell you, but it never came. But I'm here now and I have to finally get it off my chest because I can't take it anymore! You did something today that I should have done months ago. Something I've dreamed of every time I've seen you!" He squated in front of you forcing you to look at him. "Now I know what a big mistake I made keeping it a secret all this time. You deserve the truth, y/n. You deserve to know that you are the most beautiful in the world and about how I feel about you."

"But... I'm not like Annie. I will never be. I don't have a perfect figure, most of my body is bruises and scars that I won't get rid of too soon because I'm not one of the supes and I don't have the ability to heal myself." you let out a torrent of words. " For the rest of your life looking at my face you will see this nasty scar." you said pointing with your hand to your forehead.

"They make you even more beautiful." he commented without thinking.

"What are you talking about?"

"Every scar makes you more beautiful. And this one here?" he said putting your hair behind your ear. "It will always remind me how without hesitation you threw yourself at one psycho with superpowers just to save me and M.M from being sawed through by a laser in that asshole's eyes. If you hadn't distracted him then we would have been long gone. This is a reminder that in addition to your beautiful appearance, you also have a beautiful inside. And about not messing with you, because if you weren't scared at that time, that means you could easily kick my ass."

"I was terrified Hughie..." you said.

"I am so sorry for my reaction. I shouldn't have pulled away from you, but I was in complete shock."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"No, I'm glad you did. Now I have confidence that you feel the same." A familiar charming smile appeared on his face. The one that always made your heart melt irrevocably. The one that always infected you and made you smile too. "I love this view."

"What?" you asked.

"Your smile. I sometimes feel that it's your superpower. All you have to do is smile and everything bad disappears."

"Stop it, I probably look awful," you jokingly regarded him in the shoulder. "With that smeared makeup? As if some psycho clown escaped from the circus."

"As for me, even with smeared makeup you look awfully beautiful." Feeling the atmosphere between the two of you improving, he stood up and pulled you behind him. You were now standing facing each other. With a gentle flick of his hand, he rubbed your cheeks wanting to get rid of the mascara marks. "Damn. I think I smeared it even more." he laughed. He heard your giggle in response. You stood there with your head facing up and watched him. In the moonlight, he looked as if he wasn't real. He looked fairy-tale, almost mystical. As if it was just another dream starring him. "Still beautiful." he whispered while hugging you close. Both of you wanted to stop time in that moment. Your hearts, after a moment, synced up beating just as hard as if they wanted to tear your ribs apart and merge into one.

"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up again." you muttered into his chest.

"Y/n." he said quietly. "This is not a dream, please believe me that everything I said is true. If you don't believe me I will never forgive myself for how I lost the greatest person in the world through my own cowardice."

"I believe you, Hughie." you replied touched. Was that really it? Was this really the evening in which your dreams came true? You thought back to all the fake scenarios you created in your head with him in the lead role. None of them could match the beauty of that moment. Nothing could.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked even more quietly. You nodded, and as he slowly began to lean toward you, unable to wait you stood on tiptoe connecting your lips. This time no one pushed anyone away. On the contrary, you desperately tried to be as close to each other as possible.

"Everything that I want, I want from you," you sang softly pulling away from his lips.

"And you can have me. You have all of me." He assured again finding your lips with a smile.

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