#finally gave nick a last name also <3 i do not like him but also i'm studying him like a bug in a petri dish
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trembling hands for vitali? 👀👀
TREMBLING HANDS [x]
characters >> nick vossler (oc), vitali dobrynin (oc)
context >> november 2067; it's the morning after this fic takes place, vitali is in college and in general not dealing with everything that's going on in his life well
total >> 2.2k words
warnings >> alcohol mention, drugs mention, nick being a bit of a dick in general, nsfw mention, portrayal of a toxic relationship (these men make each other worse)
The old and decrepit apartment building in the Glen was freezing cold. Not all that surprising for that time of the year; and stacking overdue electric bills had put an end to Vitali’s access to the place’s central heating, but he was not allowed to complain. If anything, he was lucky to still be able to call it his home at all to begin with.
He woke up with a throbbing headache and a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, and despite the good amount of sleep he had managed to get he still found himself struggling to properly wake up. His ailments were the result of mostly dehydration- though taking the amount of drugs and alcohol in his system the night before, it was safe to assume it was not the only problem at play.
Vitali rarely suffered terrible hangovers. Nothing a glass of water and an ibuprofen couldn’t fix; and whenever he had classes the next morning he still always showed up on time, wearing his best fake smile as always and a mood that was still of questionable quality but never worse than it usually was.
Though that morning was different.
The bleak sunlight that poured in from underneath the curtain of the single window in the living room barely raised the temperature inside his apartment. All it did was cast a single, bright ray of sunshine directly into Vitali’s eyes, an annoyance greater than his comfort on the twin size mattress on the floor to the point he found himself unable to fall back asleep.
He groaned and carefully rolled himself on his side, dragging the covers with him as he slowly attempted to get up. His entire body was sore; had not slept in the greatest position, but the sex he’d had with Nick the night before- pressed against the wall of the expensive nightclub’s hallway- had absolutely not helped either, and the moment he finally managed to stand up he nearly sank through his knees again from the pain in his upper right leg.
Consequences of his own actions.
Vitali knew better than to wallow in his misery, well aware he had caused it entirely himself, no one else to blame. It was not as if he would learn; next week he would make the same old mistakes all over again, a broken record doomed to play on repeat until his trembling hands would lose their grip entirely and he would spiral down into a freefall.
He managed to find his way to the kitchen, still wrapped in the covers as he opened one of the mismatched cupboards to look for a clean cup; could not find any and instead took a dirty one out of the sink, rinsing it a few times before pouring himself some apple juice.
His gaze caught his phone as he brought the glass to his lips, the cracked and dirty screen lighting up from the kitchen countertop beside his keys and wallet and showing- nineteen unread messages and eleven missed calls?
‘What the fuck?’ he mumbled under his breath, lowering the glass again and setting it back as he grabbed his phone instead, blanket over his shoulders dropping down on the floor.
Unsurprisingly so, all of it was Nick’s doing. It would not be the first time he had obsessively tried to get Vitali’s attention; far from it, in fact, a man desperate for validation as well as forgiveness each and every time he had done something wrong. Though as far as Vitali was concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened when they’d seen each other in the club- and his curiosity was winning over his exasperation.
Naturally, he did not hesitate when Nick’s name popped up in the middle of his screen again.
‘What do you fucking want?’ Vitali asked, voice possibly a little harsher than he had meant for as he quickly pulled his half-opened flannel back over his exposed shoulder when he heard loud knocking on the front door. Nick did not respond at first- and Vitali quickly figured out why, swinging the door open and instantly being met with the other man, holding up his own phone with an annoyed frown on his face.
‘Eleven fuckin’ times, V,’ he said, lowering his hand at the same time as Vitali did. ‘What’s wrong with you?’
‘Twelve, actually, counting this one,’ Vitali simply spat back, demonstratively hanging up and tossing his phone back on the kitchen counter from where he stood. ‘And you’re the one showing up at my place at fuck o’clock in morning.’
‘It’s two in the afternoon!’
‘Same thing.’
Nick cursed under his breath and stepped inside, tugging on Vitali’s flannel- drawing a protesting, somewhat startled scoff from his lips- to then button it all the way to the top.
‘You need to learn to put on some clothes,’ he muttered, brushing some of Vitali’s hair out of his face to prevent it from getting stuck between the buttons. A surprisingly gentle touch; Vitali sometimes forgot he was still capable of that, after everything that had happened.
‘I’m wearing clothes.’ Vitali paused, noticing Nick’s eyeroll and he punched his shoulder in response, not too hard but not being playful either. ‘Comfort of my own home! Get out if you don’t like it.’
‘More clothes,’ Nick sneered, gesturing at Vitali’s mostly naked legs. ‘And wear ‘em properly. I could see your tits.’
‘So? You’ve seen them before. Did not hear you complain yesterday.’
‘It’s freezing in here!’
‘What’s your fucking point, Nick?!’
Vitali’s voice nearly echoed through the whole hallway behind the other man and silence washed over the apartment, both of them taking a few steps back at the same time. Vitali watched as Nick clenched his jaw and briefly turned around to close the front door, then vaguely gestured around into the room.
‘Was worried,’ he said, and shrugged. ‘Didn’t hear anything from you when I texted if you got home safely. Jackie couldn’t tell me where you were. Jen has me blocked now, wasn’t of any fuckin’ use either- no idea what that’s all about. Where did you go?’
Vitali was not entirely sure how to answer him.
He could barely remember it, was the truth. Everything that had happened after he had walked away from Nicky in that sweaty and suffocating hallway was merely a blur to him now, though he did remember spending another good hour or two stumbling around before he had been able to find his way to the exit.
He vaguely remembered the rain; could vaguely recall getting soaked and taking a cab elsewhere, the air-conditioning inside freezing him down to the bone. He had not gone home yet- had needed more to be able to forget, to wash off the feeling of Nick’s hands on his body and to drown out the voice in his head screaming at him to stop and go home, get his act together while he still could.
‘Took the long way home, I guess,’ he finally managed to say, hesitance dripping from his lips with each and every word he spoke and Nick’s eyes narrowed a little.
‘Couldn’t find a moment to text me back?’ he asked.
‘Did not think you’d care.’
‘Oh, that’s foul.’
‘Usually you don’t. I don’t know what you want me to say.’
Another silence as a sharp, exasperated sigh left Nick’s lips and he averted his gaze to the ceiling. Acting annoyed, but on the losing end- Vitali was right and both parties knew that very well, Nick’s sudden concern entirely out of the blue considering he usually left his phone off for several days after an argument.
‘Why are you really here?’ Vitali asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and taking another step back, keeping as much distance between himself and the other man as possible. Not out of fear; moreso disgust, unable to believe he’d let Nick do whatever he wanted to him, again, the money much needed but the aftermath and the memories of it embarrassing him to his core in a way he hadn’t even known was possible.
Maybe Jenny was right this time.
Not as if that mattered much. She hadn’t reached out to him at all anymore.
‘I just- wanted to apologize for yesterday,’ Nick mumbled in response. ‘Wasn’t all too nice to you, from what I remember.’
‘You weren’t, no.’ Vitali paused, licked his lips, and gestured at Nick. ‘Go ahead. Apologize.’
‘I just did.’
‘You didn’t.’
‘Fucking hell, Dobrynin-!’
‘What! Saying you want to apologize is not the same as apologizing-’
‘You’re so fucking pretentious, you know that?’
The sharp edge to Nick’s voice made Vitali scoff and he sucked in a shallow breath, adrenaline rushing through his system until the hairs on his arms stood up straight. His body was bracing itself; not expecting a physical blow- even Nick knew better than to sink that low- simply another mental one, a blow to his ego he would carry with him into the next week until his next mistake would come along and take its place.
‘Maybe you’re right,’ Nick bluntly said and threw up his hands in exasperation. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t’ve come. You’re not making it very easy to be worried about you, you know that? And then one day when you do need the help I won’t be here. No one will.’
‘Right, because every time before today when you weren’t there for me by your own fucking choice, that could not have happened, of course,’ Vitali mockingly replied and gestured at the door. ‘You are just trying to cover for yourself now. Get out if you don’t have anything nice to say.’
‘I love you.’
The statement caught Vitali a little off guard and he slowly lowered his hands, standing unmoving as Nick walked closer to him and cupped his face in both hands, strands of Vitali’s long, bleached hair getting caught between his fingers.
‘I love you,’ he quietly repeated himself, thumbs running in circles over Vitali’s cheeks, ‘and I just wish you’d let me.’
Vitali’s eyes slowly moved over Nick’s face- the little marks covering his cheekbones, the acne scarring roughening the skin of his cheeks and jaw, the little bump in his nose caused by a broken bone that had not healed all too well-
He reminded him of Mikhail, sometimes.
But they were not the same.
‘I’ve given you enough chances and you walk away every single fucking time,’ Vitali quietly replied, moving up his hand to place it over Nick’s and he softly kissed his palm. ‘What do I need to do to make you stay?’
Nick couldn’t answer. And Vitali knew that.
Both of them had fucked up more than enough times; both had walked away before, justified, sometimes not, in the heat of the moment or when things just got a little too boring for their liking. They got annoyed about everything they were and fought about everything they were not and instead of talking things out like normal people they would get drunk, get naked, and pretend like nothing had happened the next day.
‘You’re complicated,’ Nick finally said, gently brushing some of Vitali’s hair out of his face.
‘So are you,’ Vitali merely replied, making a biting motion at Nick’s hand who in response cupped his face and leaned in closer to kiss him, a somewhat metallic taste to his lips Vitali could not quite place.
‘I love you,’ he mumbled into the kiss, slowly draping his arms over Nick’s shoulders and pulling him closer until there was no space left between their bodies. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of Nick’s neck- and the other man reciprocated the hug, one hand on Vitali’s back and the other in his hair.
‘Have somethin’ to eat, take it easy today,’ he quietly said, slowly pulling back and fixing the collar of Vitali’s flannel. ‘I’ll see you again tomorrow, okay?’
‘Okay.’
The silences that followed were always the worst.
Watching Nick walk away again, leave through that very same door he had only just arrived through and wishing he would stop, come back inside, stay just a little longer. Whether Vitali had fucked it up for himself this time or not, he was no longer sure; it was impossible to tell what Nick’s true intentions were. Vitali usually was nothing more than a stopover to him.
And of course he wished it was different. If he could have it his way, Nick wasn’t such an asshole all the time. Wouldn’t just be using him for his own pleasure, wouldn’t just come and go as he pleased without taking Vitali’s feelings into account. And in return, Vitali wouldn’t have to return the attitude.
Had Nick even started it all? He wasn’t all that sure anymore.
Vitali scoffed at nobody in particular and walked through the room to the window, sitting himself down on the windowsill to stare outside. He was still cold, but it did not do anything to him anymore- his head was elsewhere, and the shivers running up and down his spine were the least of his worries.
At least I’ll see him again tomorrow.
At least he would always come back.
#asks#devilbrakers#writing asks#nuclearwriting#HEHE THAMK YOU. i've been meaning to finish this fic for a while now but never got to it#but this prompt was perfect for it >:^)#vitali being such a fuckup in his younger years is something that can be so special to me actually#the amount of work it took to get to where he is in life now is so admirable and also makes me insane#because so many people still believe that he got all that he has now because of the status of his family. when that's not true at all!!!#he lost everything at several points in his life and had to start over and over and over again and he fought so hard for what he has now#anyway i'm normal about this man yes why do you ask#finally gave nick a last name also <3 i do not like him but also i'm studying him like a bug in a petri dish
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a return to the monsters and mommies au designs, this time properly lined and in color! :D posted in the middle of the night just like last time though because i have problems <3 there are some small changes to these designs, but for the most part i was pretty happy with them so this was mostly just to give myself a color reference for them all lol
gonna ramble about small decisions i made below the cut, but its not necessary at all to understanding the designs! just wanna dump my thoughts somewhere :P
for the most part, the kids' designs are the same as i do them for normal canon, but there are some small differences. i've never really done a proper reference for their kid designs either though, so i guess no one would even notice LOL
freeman family: well, firstly - nick's last name is freeman in this au LOL but its easier to refer to him as nick close so people know who i mean as opposed to nicholas foster. usually, i draw nick close with blue hair (i think he goes through a range of colors, but blue is my default), but i do this because he does it to honor morgan. since she is alive here, instead, his default is pink because thats his favorite color to dye it! morgan and nick both have various bead jewelry because i like to have the headcanon that morgan is really into pony bead jewelry; this is also why all of my nick and nicholas designs have the same trans pride necklace, morgan made it for him :] both nick and morgan wear glenn's old clothes, both of them are wearing his shirts in this piece. aaand morgan has subtle heterochromia as a reference to the split timeline! she always has it, it doesnt just magically happen or anything, but its just a small nod to that.
wilson family: its real important to me that grant got his dad's exact coloration except for his gray eyes, which are all carol. why is this important? i dunno! its just interesting to me. also, carol doesnt usually leave her top buttons undone, but upon entering the forgotten realms, she unbuttons it because otherwise her shirt will pop open while she's doing things (to be honest, as a person with a larger chest myself, her shirt probably still pops open but it does help-!). usually i draw grant with a gay pride necklace, but since he doesnt come out pre-forgotten realms in this au, i tragically had to drop it. i miss my rainbow grant. please come home, baby.
oak-garcia family: i always forget to do mercedes's tattoos in my sketches because tbh i never know exactly what to give her. but! but. this time i just went for it. these tattoos arent necessarily set in stone, but i think theyre cute. the tattoo hidden by her skirt is an oak leaf for henry :] her gem necklace is also the same color as his eyes! her skirt is supposed to be, like, tie-dye or maybe more bleach washed, but i dunno how to draw that so whatever. the twins are, like, 100% the same as usual, i just gave sparrow a pink bead necklace instead of the multi-colored necklace i use for my default canon design lol. also, i think i drew the twins slightly too tall here, which is funny because theyre the only ones who are notably shorter than their mom HDFJKGHK
stampler family: i struggled a lot with what colors to give samantha, because i wanted her to have a bright color palette but not anything garish or patterned. originally she was gonna have a white shirt, but then i realized that would make it so all the moms had white shirts and i just couldn't have that LOL so i ended up landing on red for her! it matches with terry junior, so i thought that'd be cute :] terry's design is probably the most different from my default for him? which still isn't a lot but i swapped his dark blue flannel for a black undershirt instead. i cannot explain why i did this. it just felt right in the moment. i gave him a sweet revenge shirt instead of the usual black parade shirt i give him because... well. if you know, you know. and finally, terry gets a little concert admission bracelet!! i always do that, but i just wanted to point it out because i think continuing to wear an admission bracelet for ages after a concert is a very teen thing to do. i always felt so cool doing that in high school hehe
#monsters and mommies au#dungeons and daddies#dndads#morgan freeman dndads#carol wilson#mercedes oak garcia#samantha stampler#nick close#grant wilson#lark oak garcia#sparrow oak garcia#terry jr stampler
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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P.5
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Hey babes, I'm sorry if my last part and this part are a little boring. I promise they'll start to get juicy. It's just the beginning! But again, I always love to thank you all for reading my story! I love you all 💕 Happy reading!
ps I may or may not be doing a double post day, keep your eyes peeled 😉
A/n: This is an introduction to Austin. I may or may not have been heavily influenced to base him off of Austin Butler... so have fun with that 😭.
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: cursing, little angst, lots of gushy feelings 🥺 (I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)
y/n/n: your nick name
Please don't take my work, I will find you.
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Mav pulled back from the hug and rubbed your cheek, “Y/n/n. I haven't talked to Bradley for about the same amount of time as you.” He grabbed your hand. “Im not asking you to fix anything for me. I have to do that on my own, but for you. I think you should go see him and patch you guys.” He rubbed his thumb over your hand. “You two were inseparable for so long and I know how much you both meant to one another.” He pressed his lips together and smiled.
You looked at Penny and she also put her hand on your hand along with Mav’s. She smiled at you and nodded agreeing with Mav.
Y/n: “what if he doesn’t even remember who I am? Or just ignores me?” You were sad. “I mean he’s already done it for 7 years.” You looked down at all your hands together.
Penny: “I think you should give him the chance to at least explain that.” She rubbed your arm.
You looked at the both of them and stood up. “I can’t do this right now, not during my daughter's birthday.” Then you walked away.
As you walked away, they looked at you with defeat. Mav was scared you wouldn’t talk to him in the little time he possibly had.
Penny: “Do you think she will talk to him?”
Mav: “I really hope she will, this could be it for y/n.”
It was now 11 PM and everyone started to leave. You all start to clean up the deck so you could bring your little princess home. Mav was holding her while she was starting to fall asleep. He was rubbing her back and rocking her while he sat on a chair in the sand. You all finished cleaning up the deck so Penny wouldn’t have to worry about it during closing.
You went over to Mav and brushed your daughters very messy curly hair out of her face. You brought your car around the side so you could load all the presents and extra decorations into the back of your jeep. You didn’t want to have to keep walking into the bar because 1. It was super busy. 2. You were wearing a costume. And the BIG number 3: Bradley. Once you finished loading your car, Mav placed Leia in her booster seat in the back of your car and gave her a kiss on her head. He then came over to you and gave you a hug and thanked you for letting him meet Leia.
Y/n: “You can come and see her anytime Mav.” Mav was like a dad to you. He always took care of you and Bradley when you were in college. He always made you feel at home and never alone.
You hugged Penny and thanked her for letting you used the back deck. She let you know she was going to come over in the afternoon to bring Leia her gifts.
Billy and Bri rode to the house together, so Austin offered to stay back with you so you weren’t alone. Austin offered to drive knowing you were probably super tired. You accepted the offer you guys drove off. On your way out of the parking lot you saw a familiar figure out by his blue bronco with some of the other naval aviators in uniform. Your heart dropped. You looked down at your feet hoping he wouldn’t see you. As you guys drove by, you looked through the window slightly. You saw Bradley turn his head in your direction and you leaned back in your chair. You looked at him again as you went right next to him. He was staring at your car the whole way out. Right before your car left the parking lot he finally returned to conversation with the group he was with.
“Shit.” You whispered under your breath. Surely he couldn’t have known it was you. You had got another car since the last time he saw you. Your own head was just playing tricks on you.
You and Austin finally arrived at yours and Bri’s house. Billy’s car wasn’t anywhere to be found. So it made you nervous. You didn’t know how to be with Austin alone. You barely even knew the dude. You were so awkward, you wanted to sit in the car until Bri and Billy got there. But then he reached over and placed his hand on your arm and rubbed it. He turned off your car and you were surrounded in pure darkness. You looked over to him, but it was far too dark to see him.
Austin: “I can grab Leia and bring her in if you’d like?” It was dark, but you could feel him looking at you.
Y/n: “That would be nice, so I can start unloading the car. Thank you, Austin.” You patted his hand on your arm.
You heard shifting and then the car door opened. Austin got out of the car and opened the back passenger door to get Leia out of the car. You got out of the car and waited for them. He was carrying her like a baby. Her head rested on his chest. Your daughter was kind of tall for her age, she has her dad’s height, but she looked small when Austin was holding her. You wondered if she would look like that in Bradley’s arms. You started to smile, that would be really cute. You snapped out of it when you heard the car door slam and he started to walk up the drive way to the front door.
You ran passed them and opened the door for him. He walked into the house and you turned on the light.
Y/n: “Can you bring her into the first room on the right please.” You gave him a light playful push towards Leia’s bedroom door.
He nodded at you, “Gotcha, first room on the right.” He brought your daughter into her room.
You started to bring in her toys and put them in her room. Austin came out and started to help you put the extra decorations into the garage. After you finished you invited him in. You offered him to go into the refrigerator or pantry and help himself. You brought yourself into your room and cleaned up. You changed to some comfortable clothes and brought out some of your oversized clothes for Austin. You walked out and Austin was looking in the refrigerator with his hand up to his chin looking like he was making a very important decision. You laughed and he looked over. His eyes were wide as he looked you up and down. His eyes met yours and he smiled.
Austin: “Hey.” He closed the refrigerator.
Y/n: “I brought you some of my biggest over sized clothes if you’d like to change out of your very realistic Darth Vader costume.” You put your hand out holding the clothes and smiling.
He laughed, “Thank you, y/n. But did you think I was naked under here?” He raised his eyebrows. He took the pair of sweat pants only. “Thanks.” He winked at you.
Y/n: “Well… no. I know you’re not! I’m just offering some clothes…” You started to trail off.
He laughed and walked to the couch.
You blushed you could feel the heat coming off of your cheeks. Jesus, of course he wasn’t naked under there. He started to take off his suit in front of you and he looked at you and chuckled. You stood there awkwardly and then went to the pantry. Trying to give him his privacy. You looked out the corner of your eye and you could see his tight white shirt that exposed his pecs, abs, muscular back and arms. You bit your bottom lip and looked back into the pantry trying to distract yourself, but you were already imagining him naked under the costume… or at least now you were wishing he was.
He walked over to you. “Well the sweats are a little high but they’ll do.” He said while looking down at them.
God he looked hot. Some strands of his what was nicely fixed hair now falling loosely over his forehead and face. He looked up to you and chuckled. You looked at his ankles and they were exposed. You laughed but covered your mouth remembering your daughter was asleep. He put a finger over his lips and gestured the “shhhhh” sign while smiling. The two of you looked through the pantry and refrigerator to find something to snack on. Luckily, after no luck Bri and Billy arrived with some tacos. They went to go change out of their costumes.
You and Austin ate a couple of tacos. The two of you sat on the couch and you turned on The Mandalorian while you waited for Billy and Bri to come out. Austin pulled you close into him so now he had one arm around you and you had your back against his side.
Austin: “Is this alright, y/n?” He looked down at you and was smiling.
You looked up at him and nodded, “Fine with me.” You felt good to be in someone’s embrace. His smell was intoxicating as it filled your nose. You closed your eyes taking it in.
Billy: “Are you two decent? I don’t want to see someone eating tacos off the other or something.” He’s a very blunt guy. No shame in anything he says.
Austin called over to Billy, “You missed us eating tacos off of each others abs 20 minutes ago. You’re good, man.” He chuckled into your hair. “I’m really sorry about him, darlin. He can be a bit much.” He whispered into your ear.
You turned your head slightly so you could see him from the corner of your eye, “Don’t worry about it. I’ve known Billy for the last 6 years. I’ve learned he is no man to be ashamed of anything he says.” You felt Austin sigh into your hair. He wrapped his arm tighter around you.
Bri and Billy finally came out and you threw a pillow at Billy. He looked at you with a pissy face. You put your finger to your lips signaling him to shut the hell up. He put up his hands in confusion.
Y/n: “My daughter is sleeping in that room. Don’t be loud about us eating tacos off of each other.” You felt the vibration coming from Austin as he laughed against your back.
Billy shook you off and made his way to the Tacos. He brought them to the couch for him and Bri to eat. They joined you and Austin to watch the show.
You started to doze off and you felt Austin shifting around. He was now laying down. He put his arms out for you to lay with him. You laid next to him, But propped your head up on your hand so you could watch the show.
Austin: “Are you tired?” He whispered into your ear.
You nodded your head. He moved your hand from under your head and patted his chest for you to lay. You laid on his chest gently. You could hear his heart rate speed up. “Then go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He kissed your head lightly.
His heart rate started to slow down. It was so therapeutic to listen to, so comforting, he was so warm, soft, your body fit perfectly next to his. You felt so at home and safe. Then, after 10 minutes you finally fell asleep.
Austin moved around so you could lay comfortably. He looked at your sleeping face and smiled. He brushed some hairs out of your face. He tilted your head up so your face could face his. You were such a site to look at. He could look at you all day and all night. He felt so comfortable with you and he hasn’t even known you for a full day. He watched as your shoulders would rise and fall with every breath you took. He watched as your eyes twitched, felt how your body was so relaxed and how your heart was beating against his side. He was in awe with you. He put his hand up to catch Bri’s attention. She looked over at him.
Austin: “Can you bring us a blanket? I don’t want her to be cold.” He asked in barely a whisper.
Bri nodded and went to go get a blanket from your room. She laid it over the two of you and returned to lay with Billy. Austin pulled the blanket over your shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you. You slightly stirred and moved up his chest more but were still asleep. Your face slightly in his neck. He could feel your breath against him. It sent goosebumps all over his body. He kiss and whispered onto the top of your head, “Good night, Darlin.”
You woke up at 3 AM. You were confused as to where you were. It was dark, but as your eyes adjusted you could see that you were still cuddled up with a now sleeping Austin. There was a blanket from your room on the two of you. You looked over and could slightly see that Bri and Billy were asleep too. Well you knew they were because Billy had a slight snore. You looked at Austin and as much as you wanted to stay this way, you didn’t want your daughter to wake up and see her mom cuddled up with some stranger on the couch. You had an example to set for her. So you set an alarm for 7 AM to wake you all up so Billy and Austin could leave before Leia could get out of bed. After setting the alarm, you cuddled back up to Austin. Listening to him breathe, feeling his chest raise and fall underneath your face and feeling the warmth radiating off of him. You were listening to his slow heartbeat once again. He readjusted so he could be even closer to you. He wrapped his arm back around you and his hand rested on your waist. You put your hand on his chest and his free hand followed yours. You closed your eyes.
Austin gave your hand a slight squeeze, “Good night, y/n.”
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Get ready for the double post day! It's right around the corner 🥲 I hope you are all enjoying the story so far. Enjoy the calm before the storm, besties. Because its coming hard 😭
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Duckie
Chapter 7
pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader (finally!)
characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, jake seresin, bradley bradshaw (mentioned) penny benjamin, the kazanskys, nick’s baby sitter, some random drunk named malcolm
word count: ~3.7k
warnings: language, fluffy, drinking, mentions of a bullshit rumor, nick being the cutest, the struggles of dating as a single mom, cannon character deaths mentioned (kendall and goose), jake being a charming lil shit, let me know if i missed any
a/n: hey look at that, duckie’s back! this takes place just short of a year after chapter 6
series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.
chapter summary: it’s duckie and bradley’s birthday! you know what that means... she has kept her promise of no dating until her and brad were 26. and as she celebrates her birthday at the hard deck, she catches the green eyes of one blond aviator.
‘duckie’ universe
pt 6 pt 8
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(26 and 3)
It was that time again, yours and Bradley's birthday. But this one you weren’t spending together, Bradley was currently deployed and you were in California at home with your toddler.
“Y/N, why don’t you find a babysitter and come to the Hard Deck? You work so hard, you deserve a break on your birthday,” Penny said through the phone.
The bar wasn’t even open, it was only 4, but Penny didn’t mind letting you come by early before the rush of pilots showed up.
“I don’t know Pen. He’s been such a handful today and I don’t want to bother Serenity, she’s getting stuff ready for school-”
“I’ve already talked to Sarah, you just have to make the call.” You sighed, “Okay, thank you Penny.” “Of course, Y/N.”
You hung up and ran a hand down your face. “Hey, Nicky?” He ran around the corner, “Yeah, Mama?”
“Do you wanna go to Uncle Ice’s?” He nodded, “Yes, ma’am!” You smiled, “Okay, go change and I’ll pack you a bag.”
He quickly did as told and you packed him a bag that would last him a few hours, calling the Kazansky’s in the process.
“Hey, Y/N, you dropping Nick off?” You chuckled at the fact she already knew. “Yes, ma’am. We’ll be there in a bit.”
“See you soon, hun.” You hung up grabbing your keys as you went in search of your son.
“Nicky, you ready?” You asked, leaning on his bedroom door frame. He had a white t-shirt on and a Hawaiian shirt that his uncle had bought him. “Baby, your shirt’s on wrong. Can I fix it?” He nodded, and held his arms out.
You flipped the button up shirt around and put it on him properly. “There we go. You ready?” He nodded and made grabby hands, telling you he wanted to be picked up. You picked him up and you left to drop him off at the Admiral’s house.
****
Once you got there you got him out of his carseat and held his hand as you walked to the door.
“Now, promise me you’ll be good for Ice and Sarah?” He nodded, “Okay, Mama.” You kissed his forehead and gave Sarah his bag.
“Now I packed stuff in case he wanted to go to the beach.” You looked back at your son, “Nicky, I love you baby.” “Wove you too Mama.”
“Is that my favorite Bradshaw?”
“Ice!” Nick turned at the sound of the pilot's voice.
The toddler carefully got off the porch and ran to the man.
“Hey, buddy!” Ice scooped him up and walked up the steps, meeting you with a side hug and temple kiss at the top. “Hey birthday girl.” You hummed and hugged him back, “Hey Ice, you’re home early.” “We had an early day.”
You nodded, “Ah, I see. Okay, well I’m gonna be on my way. Be good, Nicky. Please call me if you need anything.”
“Bye, Mama!” Your son reached up to peck your temple much like he watched Ice and Bradley do, and it made your heart swell.
****
You have been at the Hard Deck nursing the same drink for the past 2 hours. You were having fun; it wasn’t particularly busy, just full of pilots, most of them young and you didn’t recognize them.
You looked around and chuckled slightly, “Where did all the pilots come from?” Penny chuckled, “Did you not hear? They’re all here for Top Gun.” “Wait, Top Gun?!” You looked around again, seeing the young pilots play pool and talking to girls that swoon at the site of a uniform.
“You look awfully lonely, Darlin’.”
You turned back to see a man in his khaki uniform and he was just oozing charm. Penny glanced at you, wanting to know if you need her to handle it but you just tapped the bar and she nodded, moving to another area.
“And you look awfully cocky, Lieutenant.”
The man seemed surprised you knew his rank, but didn’t mention it. “Name’s Hangman.”
“Ah, the call sign,” you commented, hiding your smirk by taking a drink. “I’m Y/N. And I would ask where you got that name, but I think I can figure it out.”
He just chuckled, leaning against the bar and looking at the ground. “So, are you in the Navy or-” “My dad was, my brother and uncle are.”
He nodded, “Right, so did your dad retire?” The way you shifted and took a quick sip of your drink told him that wasn’t the case. “I’m sorry.” You shook off the apology, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
You knew that you had to lighten the mood, cause after that most men make it worse.
“So, what’s the name behind the call sign?” You added a smile to show him that you were comfortable talking to him. He smiled back, “Jake Seresin.”
You sat up straighter, “Well, Lieutenant Seresin, why don’t you sit down? Unless…” You turned slightly towards the pool tables, “You have a pool game to get back to.” He shook his head, sitting down, “I’d rather give you my attention.” You playfully smacked his arm and Jake felt electrified, something that didn’t normally happen to him.
He was the playboy, he didn’t get butterflies. He didn’t smile, he smirked. He didn’t laugh, he chuckled. But something about you just flipped this switch, and he didn’t want to turn it off.
“So, what are you doing here all alone?” You giggled a little, your cheeks tinting pink, “It’s my birthday actually.” He arched a brow, “And you’re spending it alone in a bar?”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” you laughed dryly. “And you’re here, I’m not completely alone.”
“Well I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled again.
He nudged your shoulder, “But seriously, wouldn’t you rather party? Really let loose.” You sipped your drink, “I’ve never been a fan of partying, not since high school. And, not to get all sentimental, but my twin is currently deployed and I normally celebrate with him.” Jake nodded in understanding.
“Let me buy you a drink, a new drink because you’ve been nursing that one for a while. It can’t taste good.” You shook your head, “No it’s-” You took another sip, “Okay, you’re right. It’s not good.”
Jake couldn’t help but chuckle and that turned into a laugh once you started laughing. “So, is that a yes to that drink?”
You hesitated, not wanting to lead Jake on because, while he had that pilot's cockiness, he seemed to be sweet when it mattered.
You were hesitant to date because, yes, you still loved Kendall, but you knew that you had to move on. You tried a year ago and that didn’t end well, you honestly wanted to just stay single. But being a single mom wasn’t easy…
And despite how hard you tried to tell yourself that ‘Mom didn’t move on, why should I?’, it was like she was thumping you on the back of your head and telling you that you aren’t her and you deserve someone that will make you happy.
Not to say you weren’t happy, cause you were.
Nick brought you so much joy, and that was another thing that froze your dating life. Men -let’s be real, boys- aren’t always up to date a single mom. They don’t want the responsibility of a child that isn’t even theirs.
And you weren’t just going to settle with a man that made you happy, you needed a man that made him happy as well. Nick is your world, and Nick deserved someone that loved him as much as his biological father would.
You sighed before smiling at the blond, “Sure, why not? It’s my birthday after all.” Jake smiled in victory.
Penny had overheard and made her way over, “Anything I can get you two?” As Jake reached into his wallet, Penny winked at you. “What’ll it be?” “I’ll take whatever you have on tap. Birthday girl?” You blushed a little at the name. “You want the same thing you had?” You nodded, sliding the watered down Amaretto to Penny. “Please.”
She slid Jake his glass and you yours. “Can I get you two anything else?” You glanced at Jake and he just shrugged, letting you decide, “Not right now, Pen. I’ll catch you if I do.” She nodded and once again, moved on.
“Thank you for the drink, Hangman.” He nodded, “Of course, birthday girl. And please, call me Jake, it’s just the two of us.” Your lips curled into a flirty smirk, “Well, thank you, Jake.”
He comically shivered, but he also actually shivered, “I like the way that sounds. You say my name so pretty. And anything you want tonight is on me.” You giggled and bumped his shoulder a little, “Aren’t you a stud, Lieutenant?” He barked out a laugh, his blush darkening his tanned face.
A song came on, making Jake perk up and smirk. “Wanna go dance?” You looked nervously at Penny who encouraged you with a smile.
You nodded and downed the rest of your drink, coughing a little, “Bad idea.” Jake laughed again, finding your little comments, whether they’re under your breath or out loud, hilarious.
You accepted his outstretched hand and moved to the little area that wasn’t necessarily for dancing, but that’s where everyone normally dances.
As you danced, you and Jake carried on conversing.
“So, Top Gun?” He nodded, “Yeah, best of the best, Darlin’.”
“Well, you’ve already got the ego,” you teased, giggling at the end as Jake spun you.
When you landed back in his arms you looked up at him, “Do you do this with all the girls, Lieutenant?” “Just on their birthday,” he winked as he continued to sway, hands on your hips.
You had honestly been a little surprised that Jake was keeping his hands on your hips or waist, not squeezing or anything and not moving them to your ass like most guys did.
You just smiled back, unconsciously playing with the short hair at the base of his head while getting lost in his green eyes.
All the while he was getting lost in your (e/c) eyes, and melting into your fingertips that gently scratched his head and neck. He didn’t think this was a feeling he ever would crave, but here he was being slowly coiled around this woman’s finger and he didn’t want to run away.
He had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that you had started singly softly as the song changed. “Pretty, funny, and can sing? You are just the total package, ain’t ya?” You laugh, a pang of guilt and insecurity in your chest. “I don’t know about that one.”
“Oh,” Jake scoffed, “Don’t sell yourself short, Darlin’. I’m sure you’ve got a line of guys at your door.” You shook your head, “No, actually.” He didn’t hide his genuine shock, “Well, I guess I’m first in line.” “I guess-”
Your phone rang.
You sighed, “I’m so sorry. I need to take this.” Jake nodded and let you go, making sure you made it to the door without interruptions. The pilot sighed and made his way back to the bar.
“Don’t get too close to her.” He heard someone say off to his side.
“Excuse me?”
“Look, she does this all the time,” the man was clearly drunk, but Hangman couldn’t help the slight disappointment in his chest.
“Some poor soul flirts with her, buys her a few drinks. Then she gets a phone call, once it’s over she comes back but is checking it every few minutes. She’s obviously just getting free drinks and getting a kick out of getting some poor guy's hopes up before shutting him down and going home. She’s probably already got a man-”
“Malcolm, do I need to remind you of the rules?” Penny interjected, finally being able to step away from the patron in front of her. “Either: shut the hell up, buy the whole bar a round, or I’ll call you a cab.” The man shut his mouth and held out his card. “That’s what I thought.” She closed his tab but his friend was already at the bar and could drive him home.
“I’m sorry about that, Lieutenant. Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know shit.” Jake nodded and glanced back outside, seeing you at a table just to the right of the stairs on the sand still on the phone.
“What’s her favorite appetizer?” Penny smiled, already being able to tell what was happening, “Nachos probably.”
Jake turned back to her, “Do you have any deserts? Pie, cake, ice cream?”
“She’ll probably want ice cream, it’s pretty warm out today.” Jake nodded, “Okay, I’ll take nachos and two orders of her favorite ice cream.” Penny nodded and quickly sent the nacho order to the kitchen and made the ice cream herself, making sure to add a little bit more to yours.
****
You had finished your call before Penny had filled the order.
Nick was missing you and was crying because he wanted to talk to you, claiming to have missed your voice. Which instantly made you tear up.
So you talked to him and he managed to let it slip that they were on the way to the beach. You told him to be sure and stay by Sarah or Ice’s side and not wander off. He said okay and told you he loved you then hung up.
“Hey, everything okay?”
“Oh my gosh!” You jumped at the sound of Jake's voice. He laughed, green eyes crinkling in the corner, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He was still laughing and laughed harder when you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.
You looked at what was in his hands, “Wait, are those nachos?” He nodded, grinning wide, “Sure are, Penny said they were your favorite.” You blushed, realizing he most definitely asked.
“So, was that your boyfriend?”
You shook your head, scratching at your temple, “No, it was a friend. She was needing some help.” He nodded, wanting to believe you but something was telling him you weren’t telling the truth. “Oh okay.”
You grabbed a chip, “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” “You’re welcome.”
You make small talk as you eat the nachos.
“So, you know what I do, but what do you do?” You nodded, swallowing the bite in your mouth, “I’m actually a high school teacher, and I’m an assistant coach for the softball team.” He nodded, humming, “Really? That’s cool.”
You shrugged, “Not as cool as flying a fighter jet.” Jake laughed, “Don’t stroke my ego, now.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you winked and ate a chip.
“You said your dad and uncle were in the Navy, and your brother’s on a deployment. Why didn’t you join?” You shrugged, dusting off your hands as you ate your last chip, “I was going to, but something got in the way. I went to Arkansas for college to play softball and I got a degree in teaching.” Jake nodded, swallowing his bite before asking, “Why teaching?”
You brought your legs to lay flat on the bench, “Well I want to help people. So, if I couldn’t do it through the Navy, why not teach and be the support for kids that need it.” He nodded.
“What made you want to be a pilot?” You asked, grabbing a chip. Jake smiled fondly, “My granddad, he was a sailor actually, and that’s why I chose the Navy, but then I heard all about aviation and it just struck a chord.” You smiled as you watched the smile on his face grow, but had to look away when the door opened.
“Hey, I got your ice cream,” Penny said.
You looked from her to Jake. “You didn’t have to, Jake. Seriously this is too much.” Jake scoffed, “Nonsense, it’s your birthday.” You gave me a smile, “Thank you.” “Of course.”
Penny kissed the top of your head, “Happy birthday.” “Thank you,” you squeezed her hand as she walked off.
You opened your mouth to take a bite of ice cream, when a scream made you drop your spoon.
“Mama!”
Both you and Jake snapped your heads in the direction of the sound but saw just a kid getting tickled by his dad screaming for mom to save him while she records.
You and Jake relax, and you sighed rather sadly. He noticed, but didn’t say anything.
Then before you could start a conversation, a force hit you.
“Oh!” You looked down to see a blond head of hair. “Hey, bubba, what are you doin’ here?” You quickly glanced around for Sarah or Ice, seeing them a good couple yards away.
Jake watched you pick up the boy and sit him in your lap. He smiled as he watched the two of you.
“I found a shell!” The toddler shoved the shell in your face, making you flinch back and chuckle. “That’s really pretty, Nicky! Can I see it?” You opened your palm and the 3 year old pressed it into your hand. “It’s for you! Happy birthday, Mama!”
Jake perked up at that, but when he saw how you slightly tensed up he didn’t comment on it.
“Oh, really? Thank you, baby.” You kissed his head. He then pushed his head into your shoulder, and that’s when you realized he must have noticed Jake.
“Nick? You okay buddy?” He nodded, and turned to face the man sitting across from you, but still leaned into you.
“Nick, this is Jake. Jake, this is my son, Nick.” The pilot beamed, “Hi, Nick.” Nick just waved. “Nicky, Jake is a pilot.” Your son perked up at that and it made the both of you chuckle. “Really?”
Jake nodded, chuckling at the excitement on your son’s face.
“Hey, you want some ice cream?” You asked, holding up the spoon. Nick nodded, grabbing the spoon with both hands and taking the bite.
Jake laughed, taking a bite of his own ice cream, “How old are you Nick?” He was answered with three tiny fingers. Jake’s eyes widened, “Wow, 3?” Nick nodded, smiling at the pilot.
You move to take the spoon and Nick moves it out of the way, pouting a little and causing Jake to hold back a laugh. You playfully scoffed, “What if Mama wants a bite?” A mischievous grin spread across your son’s face. You glanced at Jake and he had one too.
Nick took the spoon and got some ice cream on it. He used both hands to guide the spoon to your mouth. Jake chuckled beside you and you narrowed your eyes at him, but took the bite.
You covered your mouth, “Thank you Nicky.” The boy nodded and put the spoon in the bowl. “I’m gonna go swim and build sandcastles with Ice, okay Mama?” You nodded, “Okay baby.” You kissed his cheek and he stood on the seat to peck your temple.
And just like your heart had done hours earlier, Jake’s heart melted.
You put Nick down. “Happy birthday Mama. I love you!” You cupped his cheek and ran your thumb over the apple of it, “Thank you, I love you too.” He turned and waved to Jake, “Bye Mr. Jake!” Jake waved back, “Bye Nick!”
As you watched to make sure Nick got safely back to Sarah and Ice, Jake started to put together the true story versus what was said to him at the bar. But he still wasn’t sure if you had a partner.
“Cute kid,” Jake said, when you turned back around. “Thank you, made him myself,” you chuckled at your own joke, taking a bite of ice cream. Jake scoff laughed, shaking his head while also taking a bite.
He swallowed his bite and prepared himself for the awkward conversation that was about to follow. “So, do you have a boyfriend?” He watched carefully as your brows pulled together and a misty cloud filled your eyes.
Sighing, you spoke quietly, something he could tell wasn’t a normal occurrence despite only knowing you for a little bit. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
While hearing that should have made him happy, he could tell that there was something else. And he braced himself to get shut down for asking this, “What happened?”
Before you could answer he spoke up again, “You don’t have to tell me.” You shook your head, “No, I think it’s time I talked about it, to someone other than Penny and my brother.” You dryly chuckled and braced yourself to tell, practically a stranger, something very personal.
Without really thinking, Jake grabbed your hand in an attempt to comfort you.
“Nick’s dad… He was killed in a car accident before our son was even born.” He squeezed your hand, “I’m sorry, going through that must not have been easy.”
“It wasn’t,” you glanced into the bar seeing Penny go back and forth between patrons. “But I wasn’t alone. Though I’m sure he and my parents are somewhere scolding me.” Jake tilted his head, “What do you mean?”
You bit your lip, “I haven’t really dated since Nick was born. The last time I tried, it didn’t end well… I was expecting too much, trying to replace Nick’s father… and just– it’s hard, honestly. Most guys don’t want to raise a kid that isn’t theirs. And Nick-” Both you and Jake glanced out to where the toddler was splashing in the surf.
“He is my entire world and he will always come first to me. So, anyone I’m with, I need to make sure they make him happy, too. I need to know that they will put in the effort to care about him as much as they care about me.”
That was when Jake decided that he was going to take things slow with you. He wasn’t going to try to get your number right now, he’d wait and get it when you felt like he was all in.
He was going to really make an effort to get to know you and Nick. Because, something about you made him want to be different and then seeing that you had a son, he really knew he had to earn his trust first.
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░▒▓█ Then and Now █▓▒░
For my OC - Nicolas B
Where to start... honestly I didn't jump on Cyberpunk until a year after it's release, and it wasn't until my 3rd run that I actually invested time into my character's design and backstory. I won't be sharing pictures of those previous two, but just to give you a taste of my humor, they were gag characters; Corpo Bill Nye the Cyber Guy, and then Streetkid Avril LaV.
Nicolas, my Nomad baby, is my first true OC in Night City. I gave him the alias/last name "B" mainly because it was the closest sounding letter to "V". However it also tied in well in being ex-Bakker. He's based off of no one in particular and grew naturally as a character the longer I played and interacted with the fandom. (OC QnA mainly) Back then, I was way too nervous to try mods and only stuck to vanilla PM, taking shots at every turn I could in the story without any ReShader or High Res programs. Below is one of my favorites from back then.
During the development of his lore, I wrote his story to specifically revolve around 2023 and planned for him to die in the bombing while helping Johnny. However, due to some people who didn't like this idea, and from my desire to have my OC hang out with other OC's/V's, I chose to design a much older version. Nicolas '77
From there, I finally got into using mods etc, and changed my story around where I would have 3 Nicky designs in total. Streetkid teenager Nicky for 2013, a city Nomad Nick for 2023, and a Dark Corpo styled Nicolas for 2077. I didn't plan for all version to utilize each lifepath, but it did. I will point out though that Nicolas is more Nomad than anything.
It wasn't until a year later that I finally started to settle on his canon story. Through RP and continuously detailing him out, a dark horse came along and Silver B was born. He is more AU specific than actual canon, but I still want to include him in this post. In this AU, he loses and arm to an assassination attempt and ends up getting a chrome left arm. I also used it as an excuse to play with more mods ^w^
Now it's 2 years later (coming up on 3) and I've continued my VP journey. Ranging from memes, photoshoots, abstract and comic panels. I also still do Digital 2D Fanart, but it's more spaced out in comparison. The one below is my only fanart to myself of Nicky, aiming for the body form I truly see him in along with the cleaned up hairstyle.
So wrapping it all up, this is his canon summarized.
Arrived in NC in 2012
Became a Roadie for Samurai before they signed on with a label
Worked as a Techie Merc/Thief until 2023
Designed and built the bomb for Johnny's Arasaka Tower Raid
Disappeared off-grid for 50 years due to the loss he (believed) he caused
Returned to the surface when he hears whispers of Silverhand and the Relic, along with news of Kerry's attempted suicide.
Reconciles with Johnny and the rest of the band members before choosing to go off with Alt in cyberspace.
In other OC's universes, I've also given Nick an "NPC" role. He randomly spawns in various bars and alleyways in NC, offering to craft you items based on the scrap you provide him. In the event that you are low on scrap, you can buy weapons and tech outright, but he would charge additional along with taking more than just a day to get it done. I've played around with the idea of making him his own romance route, but I've yet to flesh that out.
Anyways, if you read until the end, thank you so much for taking the time. I don't often have the chance to talk about Nicky in detail, but it was a lot a fun revisiting how far I've come with him and my VP.
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Only Friends Series [Ep 9]
Today's chapter had many beautiful things, among them the SandRay moments.
Ray looked for Sand to talk and apologize to him, they fought a little and it ended with both of them kissing and Top interrupting while he was recording them (Top, if you show me the video I'll forgive you).
Mew and Ray have a fight (at that time Mew still didn't know about the video), they tell each other some truths and Ray goes in search of Sand.
Meanwhile elsewhere
Nick and Sand went camping, having a very nice moment with friends <3
While they talk about their broken hearts, they gave us very funny moments, one of them the "second choice team" scene.
Then we see them drinking and trying to strengthen the friendship jdjjsjsj
Another of my favorite scenes, their friendship is one of the most beautiful things, after that Ray calls Sand to go look for him, but Sand avoids telling him where he is and thanks to that we have another scene , Ray finds out where they are thanks to a story by Nick jsjsj
He finds them hugging, of course they do, jealous he begins to say that he will stay the night, if they wanted they could even have a threesome, poor Nick he didn't want to be there at that moment, Sand She asked him how he knew where they were and he told her that it was thanks to Nick, the poor guy was almost killed by Sand jsjsbs.
After they sleep together the next morning Nick went into town to leave them alone, Nick we love you, They talk about their feelings (I love the scene at the river) and then...Things happen, everything is very nice
Meanwhile Nick
While in the city Nick is hanging out with the guy who got him a job and is flirting with him (I forgot his name) But he meets Boston, BUT, Nick decides to do what we all wanted and says goodbye to Boston for the last time, making him realize that Nick is the only one who supports him the most in his dreams,Blah, blah, blah, I liked it but we already saw that in the next chapter they are going to be together, tsk, tsk, tsk...
And finally
The truth is I don't talk much about TopMew because it's not the couple that interests me the most, even if they are the protagonists, but we already saw that Mes is giving it another chance, haha, Mew and Ray They clarify things and finish, something I was also looking forward to
We know that Sand asks Ray to go to rehab (which we wanted from the beginning) and Ray will do it on the condition that Sand talks to his father.
A lot of things happened today but I think it was one of my favorite chapters.
#only friends#only friends the series#sandnick#sandray#topmew#bostonnick#boys love#bl series#gmmtv series#bl thai#gmmtv#book quotes#firstkhaotung#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#mark pakin#neomark#forcebook#pocketbl
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ENEMIES TO LOVERS - Akito Shinonome x F!Reader ♡
Y/N: Your Name
N/N: Nick Name
You've known Akito for a very long time, you were childhood friends with him. You were never separated from that annoying ass guy, you grew practically grew up with him, same schools till now. But you never really talked to each other in school. But if you did, you'd also end up fighting and calling each other names. You guys really hated each other, like you'd get so annoyed if you saw each other, even at a park, especially school.
This is my first tumblr post, so sorry if it’s not up to standard !! ♡
You were packing your things up, it was the last day of school, finally, but you only had 1 week holidays, you were the only one left in classroom, you were getting ready to leave until your phone received a notification. You sighed as you got your phone out, you started to smile to see it was from one of your best friends, An!
You were familiar with the camping area. Since you were young, you'd go often, you'd also go stargazing!
You chuckled and sighed to yourself, until you heard a "weirdo" from behind you. You sighed cause you recognized that voice. You turned around to see your so called ‘best friend' Akito Shinonome!
You rolled your eyes, and turned back around, and continue to walk faster. You weren't bothered with his attitude. "Oi! Are you coming to the camping trip as well?" He interrogated whilst trying to catch up with you. "Why do you need to know?" You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him whilst scrolling on your phone. "Tch, i'm just asking you loser." He ridiculed whilst slightly kicking ams ran off. "That.. bitch.." You grumbled to yourself.
It was 5:00PM.
You entered your home, you greeted your parents, you came to your room, and flopped onto your bed sighing. "ugh.. im so tired.." you complained to yourself. You then her a lot of notifications spamming on your phone. You took your phone out. "Huh? A group chat?" You questioned.
YOU ROLLED YOUR EYES AT AKITO’S MESSAGE, AND PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY.
TIMESKIP
It was finally the day! You got up, and got ready, you were wearing casual outfit. But now, it's camping time with 4 good people and 1 weirdo. You said your greetings to your parents, and went off the meet up in the cafe. You saw An, Kohane and.. Akito. You waved at them. "Hey An and Kohane!" You smiled and waved at them, purposely ignoring Akito. "Heya!" An chuckled. Akito than grabbed your wrist, "I'm right here you know?" He scoffed as he looked down at you, observing you, making his face glow pink for a second. “What the-" You were too shocked to move your wrist away from him. "Uh. Sorry." He realized what he did, and let you go, looking away whilst he puts his hand through his hair.
You were so confused, you looked at the girls with a confused gesture, they gave you a shrug back. After a while, Toya and Tsukasa came. You all looked at Tsukasa with a horrid look. "What.. are you wearing.." Akito looked at Tsukasa with disgust. "Tsukasa.. Why are you carrying a huge bag?!" Kohane trembled. "Huh? It's the tents!" He looked at Kohane confused and then chuckled. "CAN WE JUST GET GOING? IM TO EXICTED!" An squealed whilst attacking Kohane with a hug. You all agreed to go, and went off.
TIMEKSKIP
You all arrived at the campsite. It seems like you were the only people there. "Wow! We're the only ones! We're lucky!" An snickered to herself. "Well.. let's get ready!" Tsukasa put his bag out, as he got the tents out. You all looked horrified at the tents. "Uh.. Tsukasa? Why'd you bring only 3 small tents..?" You questioned as you nervously laughed. "Oh! 2 people are going to share one tent!" He smiled cluelessly as he put arms on his hips.
"Wait what." You all said at the same time. "Well.. im sharing with Kohane~!!" An squeezed Kohane with hug whilst snuggling with her. "My father said i have to be Tsukasa, is that fine with you Akito?" Toya apologized as he looked down. "Yeah it's fine." Akito reassured him. You then realized the most horrendous thought. "What. Wait i don't wanna share a tent with him." "You're acting like you're the only thinking that! Tch." He scoffed as he crossed his arms sighing with disgust. You said with utter fear. "Oh.. theres not enough room in our tent.." Kohane frowned. "Stop complaining! It's just 2 nights.." An frowned as she face palmed herself.
Night approached, you weren't prepared to share a tent with the most annoying guy on the planet. You went to collect wood with An and Kohane, the 3 you recently just came back. You had to go in your tent, but you realized he'd be there. You entered the tent, to see you the guy on his phone, scrolling on whatever he was on. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. As you were about to leave, you said to him. "Hey, uh. We're going to roast marshmallows now, you gonna come?" You interfered the silence. He looked up at you. "Yeah. I am." Akito sighed replying back to you.
You left the tent and saw the others. Tsukasa greeted you with a stick and marshmallow, you saw down on the log near the fireplace, Akito then came out the tent, he looked down at you and snatched your marshmallow from you. "Hey?! The heck? Give it back!" You got up from your sit, trying to reach for it whilst he sticks it out to the sky. "Hah, you can't react it~!" Akito teased and laughed at you. "Fine. I'll just take yours!" You grinned as you backed up towards Tsukasa, asking him for Akito's one. "Hey- What the-" He looked at you with shock. "Guys, let's tell scary stories!" Tsukasa yelled. "Huh. Do.. do we have too?" An trembled. "I don't mind, isn't that what you do at campfires?" Toya smiled. You all eventually got An to agree, and then you were all of telling scary stories.
TIMESKIP : 10:00PM
You all decided to go to bed, you all went inside the tents, you and Akito however was complaining about each other. "Ugh whatever, i'm going to bed." Akito went inside his sleeping bag, as he looked the other way. "Finally." You rolled your eyes and turned the opposite way of him.
2 hours went by, and you couldn't go to sleep, you had the urge to go stargazing. So you quietly got up, tied your hair, did your shoe laces. As you were about to leave, Akito grabbed your wrist, making your heart drop. You slowly turned around, to see him sitting up from his bed. "The hell you're going?!" He whispered whilst looking grumpy. "None of your business! Now let go." You pouted. "I'm going to wherever you're going." Akito got up, let go of your wrist, putting his jacket on. "W-what?!" You were shocked to even answer. "Ugh, whatever i'm gonna go now." You rolled your eyes and left the tent. "W-wait up!" Akito whispered.
You went down a slope carefully. "H-hey be careful." Akito mumbled softly. "I am.." You scoffed. You then went down, with Akito following you. to see a shallow lake. You sat down aside it, then looked up, to see the sky filled with stars. Your eyes glistened, you've never seen this many stars before. "Woah.." You looked amazed. Akito was admiring how cute you looked, but he obviously didn't say anything. "Pff. Stargazing? Seriously?!" Akito grumbled. "Shut up! Why'd you even follow me in the first place?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "...I just wanted to make sure you're safe." Akito looked the other way, covering his face whilst he get embarrassed.
"—!?" You looked at him with shock. "Since when did you care about me?" You scoffed. "Just because we hate each other, doesn't mean i don't care for you." He mumbled. "Don't you admire me when im singing?" Akito smirked whilst questioning you. "Yeah.. but that's different, you idiot." You sighed. “Oh?" “Oh?" Akito smirked.
"Please shut up." You got up carelessly. "Hey be careful!" Akito got up. "I am carefu—" You suddenly then slip on a rock, causing you to fall backwards. Akito then catches you into his arm. "...thanks.." You mumbled. "No problem shorty." Akito grinned whilst pinching your cheek. "The hell?!" You grabbed his hand, trying to make him let go. "I'm going to go back, it's too cold." You sighed as you were walking away. "Wait, i wanna continue this night with you." He took off his jacket, handing it over to you, whilst a pink tint glows on yours and his cheeks. "Uh, thanks?" You took it and wore it.
You were walking aside the lake, talking about your guys's childhoods. "Uh.. N/N.." Akito nervously said whilst avoiding eye contact with you. "Hm? What's up?" You looked up at him, concerned. "Do.. do you actually hate me?" His face saddens a little whilst he nervously blushes.
“No.." You sighed. "N/N, i don't hate you as well." Akito said, "I.. kinda love you than hate. You make me feel so.." He stopped walking as he looked down, blushing intensely. "H-huh?!" You blushed crazily with shock. "You.. you like me?!" You looked at him with shock. He then walked up to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you for a kiss. You kissed him back. "I've never hated you dummy.." You hugged him as you looked the other way. He then kisses your head and hugs you back.
You guys started to date secretly, you didn't want the others to find out, it'd have been to complex to explain what happened between you guys. But he was finally relieved that he'd finally opened up to you. You were also relieved, you always loved him, but you just thought that he hated you, which made you think that you should hate him. But now you guys finally are official. ♡
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(cont. ask) first of all NOOO don't apologize i was looking for a long post, this is why i came here! i've been lurking way back! i remembered your blog name! 2. wow??? this is such a comprehensive answer!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍🤗😳 thank you so much! 3. any content you want to post i am here for! 4. i can't believe there are so many new guys, like yes of course, but i can't believe it! 5. Oh yeah the details of the Holtby thing are coming back to me, i seem to have repressed it.🙈
Aw that's so sweet of you! A longtime viewer! (Viewer? What am I, a YouTuber? Calm down.) It's sweet of you to remember me and I'm delighted that I am apparently famous and evidently famous for making long/extensive posts lol. Which I'm about to do again.
I talked about Strome, Milano, Sandin, and alllll those young guys on my last post, as well as Darcy and TvR. [And Dowd but you already knew him.] The rest of the guys currently on the team I haven't really touched on yet that joined post-Holtby era are Nicolas Aube-Kubel, Anthony Mantha, and Charlie Lindgren. I'll get into them in a bit, but I gotta get into some other things first.
You said you haven't really watched since the Holtby era, so I'm going to assume you know everything that happened/all the people we had up til that final season, and that you know little/nothing of what has happened since then. So I'm gonna give a quick recap of some of the big things that have happened in that time:
You missed the ENTIRETY of the Sammy and Vitek goaltending era, which was kinda turbulent. Sammy was gonna be the starter with Henrik Lundqvist as the backup, but then it turned out Lundqvist had a heart condition and had to retire and never played a game for the Caps. This forced Vitek into action, and we had 2 years of the Sammy and Vitek goaltending duo. I, personally, loved it. Some people did not. I still hold that they were BOTH GOOD!! They split time, neither one ever TRULY grasped the starting reigns. There was also when Vitek got taken by the Kraken in the expansion draft and then immediately traded him back to us. Also they were besties, which started when they were a duo down in Hershey. It's also why my blog is titled "goalie best friend tandem," though it also currently applies to Darcy and Chuck who are besties. You can search the "goalie best friends" tag on my blog for cute Sammy and Vitek content. Neither of them are here anymore, but they're still friends - I remember seeing a quote Vitek gave to some Devils people talking about him and about still being friends and such.
Players you knew back from the Holtby era who are no longer with us: Lars Eller, Richard Panik (useless), Jonas Siegenthaler, Travis Boyd, Christian Djoos, Michal Kempny, Radko Gudas, Garnet Hathaway, Dmitry Orlov [don't talk to me about these last two I'm sad]
Players that played with us for multiple seasons after the Holtby era who are no longer with us this year: Justin Schultz, Conor Sheary, Daniel Sprong, Matt Irwin
COVID robbed us of our time with Brenden Dillon and I'm sad about it
We had Zdeno Chara for 1 year, and he straightup fixed Nick Jensen. Jensen was abysmal before that, then Chara was his defense partner for the whole year, and Jensen is good now. I no longer dread every time he touches the puck, I trust him. Also he has a personality now! Idk what kind of dark magic Chara used, but I will be forever thankful to him for it. 1 year of Chara absolutely 1000% worth it just for fixing Nick Jensen
We got Marcus Johansson back! :) And then we traded him again
We traded Jakub Vrana for Anthony Mantha, who is useless and unfortunately still here. He never fit in with the team vibe of "sexy idiots," he's not loud enough or slutty enough.
In March 2022 Carl Hagelin suffered a really bad eye injury during practice. I think the butt end of someone's stick got into his eye? (We were never told whose stick it was, I'm sure they have to feel absolutely terrible about it.) He's lucky he didn't lose his eye. He tried to come back, but he never played a game again after that. He was technically on the roster all of last season, but he never got into any games, and he just announced his retirement this summer. A really sad end, tbh. And RIP to the 4th line of dreams.
We were GONNA have Connor Brown for the 2022-23 season, and he was gonna play with Dylan Strome whom he's friends with and played in juniors with. But he played for like 2 games and then got hurt and was out for the season and never played for us again. I think he's in Edmonton now.
You know about goal songs, right?? I think the last year of Holtby was the first year of goal songs. I have a Spotify playlist of goal songs if you wanna check it out
There have been SO many injuries the last 3 years. 2021-22 was what I like to call the year of babies. I don't even remember who exactly was injured but there were so many injuries it necessitated the callup of SO many rookies. TWELVE rookies played that season: Martin Fehervary, Connor McMichael, Beck Malenstyn, Garrett Pilon, Hendrix Lapierre, Brett Leason, Aliaksei Protas, Axel Jonsson-Fjallby, Zach Fucale, Joe Snively, Alex Alexeyev, and Lucas Johansen. All of whom made their NHL debuts that season except for Fehervary, McMichael, Malenstyn, and Pilon. Of those rookies, Fehervary and McMichael were the only ones who were really supposed to make the team that season; they stuck around the whole season, while Leason and Protas played 30+ games, AJF played 20+, Snively and Malenstyn played more than 10 each, and the rest had 6 or less. It was truly the year of babies. Some of those guys aren't in the organization anymore, but I think this is the year the rest of them finally make the leap and are true full-timers. [Except for Fehervary, who already is]
More injury news: Nicky and Tom were injured for like the first half of last season. And in December, John Carlson broke his fucking face. He got hit in the face with a puck and it broke his entire face, like it was really bad, and he hardly played again. I think he came back for like the last few weeks, but tbh his injury was when the season went downhill. [I say "broke his face" but the official reports are he had a fractured skull and severed temporal artery. Yikes! He's fine now though]
Ovi just keeps breaking goal records. He got 800 goals and then passed Gordie Howe last season!!! He is now number 2 all-time in goals!! He currently has 822. Watch out, Gretzky, he's comin' for ya
Oh yeah the Hershey Bears won the Calder Cup this year!! It was absolutely epic. They played the Coachella Valley Firebirds (Kraken AHL team) in the finals, and it was an awesome finals. It went to Game 7 overtime. GAME SEVEN OVERTIME!!!!! Do you know how rare that is? It's only the 2nd time the Calder Cup Finals has gone to overtime in Game 7, with the first time being in 1953. In the NHL, it has only ever happened in the Stanley Cup Finals TWICE. EVER! By the Wings in 1950 and 1954. So the Bears won the Calder Cup in Game 7 overtime and it was exciting as FUCK. And a lot of guys who might make the Caps roster this year were on that Cup-winning team: Snively, Protas, McMichael, Malenstyn, Johansen, as well as top prospects Lapierre and Iorio. They're the oldest franchise in the AHL, and that was their 12th Calder Cup, which is the most in AHL history.
And you said to feel free to post some content so I am going to POST some CONTENT. Starting with:
✨Darcy Kuemper✨
I fucking love Darcy, so much. I've already said that I've liked him for a long time, and I'm absolutely elated to have him on the team. He won the Cup with the Avs in 2022. He is also very tall, he's 6'5", one time he hugged TJ and it made TJ look like a child. He's so sweet, and he's so dumb. He's like a giant labrador. Some of my favorite assorted Darcy things and moments include:
In one of his first interviews after signing he said he was gonna visit every museum in DC, and I'm like no you're not, Darcy, that's not possible. Our first sign that he was a big dummy
One time suplexed Matthew Tkachuk into the ice
Got a shot on goal during a game last year
The time he tried to "interview" Nick Jensen at the outdoor game practice while giggling incessantly
Here's him at NHL media day last year, featuring him kicking a soccer ball like you see in my profile pic :)
Says one of his life goals is to bring back the dinosaurs. Please see this post for the full story on that one
Is absolute BESTIES with Charlie Lindgren, the backup goalie. Like, so much so that they and their wives constantly take their dogs on walks together, the dogs are reportedly besties as well, and the Kuempers dog-sat Chuck's dog over Christmas. They also kind of have matching dogs, I'll include a picture below. Chuck also called himself and Darcy two of the "more normal goalies in the league" which is an absolute lie after the dinosaurs thing, so clearly Chuck doesn't have that many brain cells rolling around up there either. They also did THIS at media day this year. Their friendship is just so pure. You can read more about it in this article. And like, they didn't know each other before signing here. According to the article, evidently after they signed, they texted each other and then literally the scene from stepbrothers happened
And then TvR 🥰 Mine own love TvR. I adore Trevor van Riemsdyk so much. He's just got incredibly good vibes. I also have a bit more of a personal attachment to him, because he and I have the same birthday (July 24). He's a bit soft-spoken, especially compared to some of the other freaks on this team. Possibly one of the only ones with any semblance of a brain cell. He's not flashy; he's a steady-eddy defenseman, almost always on the third pair barring injuries. He's not gonna score a bunch of points, but he plays hard defensively every game (one of the reasons goalies love him), he's reliable, and he blocks SO many shots. He's also one of THE guys on the penalty kill. The penalty kill is TvR, Jensen, Fehervary, and Dowd, those are the main guys. We also officially claimed him as our own. As of this year, he will have played more years with the Caps than with anyone else, he currently has more goals, assists, and points with us than with anyone else, and after about 40 more games he will have played more games with us than with anyone else.
Also the ENTIRE team is absolutely fucking OBSESSED with him. There aren't like that many big specific things I can point to, it's just how I've noticed them treating him over the years, and how they talk about/to him and the general energy. They all love to shout "REEEEEEEEEEEEMERRRRRRRR" at any and every opportunity. And like you can just tell that every single one of them is deeply in love with him. They are all constantly tripping over themselves to give him the player of the game award in the locker room, even when other guys have a bunch of points in the game and it feels like they're the obvious choice but no they all want to give a love letter to their collective crush. The goalies especially love him. (Here's Chuck giving him the POTG, Nicky giving him the POTG, and a recounting of Sammy's love affair with him two seasons ago). The coaches also love him, sometimes too much for their own good - there have been times in the last few years when they've put TvR on the power play and in the shootout (??) when he had no business being there lol. And like I don't blame them lmao. He's grown to become a leader on the team (and occasionally gets As on his chest during preseason games and when a bunch of dudes are injured - another thing that confirms to me they're all in love with him, he got real high up on the chain of command real quick), he's super consistent (there was one game last year when there were so many injuries on D that the defense was quite literally just TvR plus a bunch of rookies - I said that day that the defense was "TvR and a dream"), and he will absolutely never put his mouthguard in his mouth. So as the year goes on, and as you watch games and social media content, just keep your eyes peeled, watch TvR, and you'll see that the entire team is so fucking horny for TvR specifically. I made this meme awhile back, which is exactly how the Caps feel about TvR:
Other miscellaneous fun facts about the team and players that I think you should know:
Our backup goalie is Charlie Lindgren, but we all call him Chuck. It suits him better, especially with his mustache. He also catches right-handed, which is different than practically every other goalie in the league. So like if you look, he and Darcy wear their catching gloves on different hands.
There are a LOT of NHL brothers on this team. Dylan Strome's older brother Ryan plays for the Ducks, and his younger brother Matt actually plays for the Hershey Bears. Trevor van Riemsdyk is also the middle child of three hockey-playing brothers: his older brother James plays for the Bruins, and younger brother Brendan doesn't play in the NHL but played college hockey. And Charlie Lindgren is the oldest of 3 hockey brothers: Andrew played college hockey but never made the NHL, and youngest brother Ryan plays for the Rangers.
Kuzy has been doing some wacky shit in the shootout the last few years, just go look it up on YouTube
Here's a video of the mentors trip this year so you can see Sonny Milano's father who is simply exactly who I envisioned him to be in my head
Nicolas Aube-Kubel (NAK), a French-Canadian fourth line winger that the Caps picked up on waivers in November last year, is Sergei Ovechkin's (Ovi's son) favorite player. We learn this in a video feature with Ovi's wife and kids (I'm including the link to this gifset from the lovely @thornescratch which is where I first saw this). The producer asks who Sergei's favorite player is, and Sergei immediately answers "Aube-Kubel." Not only is Aube-Kubel his "guy" according to Nastya, but then we also see that a selfie of Sergei and Aube-Kubel is the lock screen of Sergei's iPad. And Sergei calls Aube-Kubel his "best friend." Learning this information is such a curveball, because it's like the last person you'd expect Sergei's favorite to be. It's not somebody Russian or even European, it's not somebody old or someone who's been on the team a long time, it's not one of his dad's closer friends, and it's not even one of the stars of the team, it's a young Canadian dude who plays fourth line if he's in. Aube-Kubel must be REALLY friendly, otherwise why else would he be Sergei's favorite? You know it has to be absolutely devastating to Tom Wilson to not be Sergei's favorite lol. [I'm also convinced this is why they re-signed NAK so quick in the offseason, you HAVE to bring back Sergei's favorite player!!]
Speaking of NAK: remember how I said Beck Malenstyn was Nic Dowd's chosen winger? NAK is his OTHER chosen winger. Those two are twin shitstarters and Dowd loves them and I know he absolutely wants both of them on his line this season. They're gonna be a great 4th line. I could talk all day about Dowd and his 4th line duties, and you can ask me to do that if you want but I'm not gonna do it here
I also know everyone's zodiac sign because I'm a freak. I can also get more into that in a separate post if you want
There's probably more stuff, but this is all I can think of for now. Please feel free to ask me more stuff, I love diving into things. Stuff about the team, players, my favorites, whatever. I hope this is both informative and entertaining!
#anon#asks#washington capitals#long post#darcy kuemper#trevor van riemsdyk#charlie lindgren#evgeny kuznetsov#dylan strome#sonny milano#nicolas aube-kubel#nastya ovechkina#nastya shubskaya#john carlson#alex ovechkin#i could probably tag more guys but i'm not gonna#these are the big ones
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(girls like girls) like boys do, nothing new
can you do a jealous carol x reader ? like reader has had long time crush on carol and admits her feelings only to get turned down bc carol has internalized homophobia and doesn’t know how to react. carol gets jealous when reader is moving on with another mcu character of your choice.
carol danvers x reader
warnings: internalized homophobia, failed the reverse bechdel test (women only talk about one (1) woman, a gay), no gays fighting over Y/N
word count: 2565 for the gays; set in avengers: endgame; everyone lives au
read part 1 here
Now, after a couple of years, you got promoted
Working under Nick Fury and caring for the Flerken really got you qualified to work in the field
And you did, with the best of the best: Natasha, the Black Widow, and Clint, Hawkeye
You were there when Loki destroyed New York, when Ultron threatened to destroy the world
Over time, your powers manifested, they have been dormant for the longest time
Speaking of dormant, you hadnt heard from Carol since the night she left
You talked to Nick, asked him if she’s ever stopped by, but she hasnt
“She’s busy saving the world, Y/N” he’d tell you, but that didnt make you feel better
You felt so hurt, by her reaction, her rejection, but you began to look forward
But you think about her everyday, wondering what could have been
Carol had given Nick a pager, “for emergencies only”, she reminded him, but she also gave you one
Carol told you that it’s just to make sure Fury doesnt send out some false alarms, but who was she kidding? Maybe she did want you to hit her up
But after all those years, you hadn’t
She looks at her pager every single day, wondering if the world would miss her if she decides to come see you, to clear things out
And you have thought about ringing her up too, in times when the world is in trouble, and in times when the feeling you have on your chest is sharp that you couldnt breathe
In times when you miss her so much you cry uncontrollably, hand over your mouth to make sure no one hears
To make sure no one hears how much you miss the woman you love
You were with Nick and Maria when it happened
It was chaos in the city, and you, Nick and Maria got out of the car to investigate
The drivers seats of cars are empty, helicopters crashing into buildings
Almost reflexively, your hand flew to your pocket, where the pager lay there, almost waiting for you to press it
“Y/N?” Maria sounded distressed, and when you turned to her, her body was disintegrating, like sand blown away by the wind
Nick was distressed and eyed you, “You have to call her. Call control.”
You didn’t hesitate, pressing the button as you watched Nick do the same to his pager, watching your mentor and friend disappear right in front of your eyes
When your right hand started to disappear, you moved the pager to your left hand, tears threatening to spill
You were going to die, alone, unloved, and not having told Carol how much you miss her
Her name was the last thing on your lips before you disappeared
When carol came back to earth, she didnt know anyone
But everyone was grateful to her, for returning tony
The burning question in her head, the one thing she almost didn’t want to admit
Where is the woman she loves?
Back then, way back when carol was still a child, she was told that there were a lot of things she couldnt do
She couldn’t be strong, couldn’t play baseball--because she was a woman
She couldn’t join the air force, couldn’t be a pilot--because she was a woman
All of these things she couldn’t do, but there has always been one thing she was not allowed to do, not allowed to be
Because she was a woman, she is not allowed to like other women
Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could break the glass ceiling and become an air force captain, but there was one thing that she just was not allowed to do
And that was to acknowledge weird, different feelings for women
That has always been the case, it was drilled into her being, ever since she was a child
Girls can’t like other girls
And you confessing your feelings to her years ago forced her to acknowledge that her feelings for you were not at all platonic, that she didn’t stay with you for 3 days just because you were a good friend to her
Carol had to face the facts that being with you reminded her that she was human, and deep down, like the child that she was a long time ago, she had feelings that she didn’t believe were right
And she understood that her running away was not the right thing to have done, that she, who almost prided herself for being able to face her problems head on, was not ready to face this one problem that she had been forced to hide deep down, for years and years
Carol Danvers had always liked girls, and she liked you
Carrying that aircraft containing tony stark and nebula did not bother her one bit, what bothered her was that she was coming to earth after all these years
Somehow she believes that she is being forced to finally deal with abandoning you after all these years
But in spite of this, carol is feeling excited about this, because finally, after all these years...she had made peace with it
Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new
And all it took for her to realize that was the beeping of the pager
When everything had settled down, carol had been graciously offered a change of clothes by Pepper, who was hysterically thanking her for bringing tony back
The atmosphere was morbid, everyone in silent despair, and she was quietly begging for someone to fill up the spaces of what has happened on earth since she was last there
Finally, surrounded by a group of people calling themselves the “Avengers” (carol raised an eyebrow at this, asking if nick fury was the one who assembled the group, “Yeah, how’d you know?” Rhodes asked, and she shrugged and said “Lucky guess”), she was finally brought to speed
“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to earth”
Holograms of people Carol believed were part of this team are projected around her
“We’re trying to take a census, and it looks like he did exactly what he said he was gonna do”
Nick Fury’s face appeared on the screen, much to Carol’s shock
Tears were brimming in her eyes, thinking about the distress call from Nick
Because if Nick sent the distress call and is now, as Natasha said, wiped out...does that mean…?
“Thanos wiped out...50% of all the living creatures”
Y/N’s face appeared in front of Carol not long after
With that, Carol exhaled as tears finally fell down her cheeks...she had her suspicions, but hoped--no, begged--for it to be false
Y/N was gone
And carol was too late
Tony stark had been upset...and collapsed, Carol, who was still in shock, was staring at the hologram of Y/N in front of her
“Carol, right?”
Carol turned, regarding Natasha with a nod
They hadn’t had the chance to properly introduce themselves, but Carol didn’t think there was any time
“Carol Danvers,” Steve added with a chuckle, “I think we all know you by name before we even met you”
“Fury really singing me praises, huh?” Carol was almost amused
Natasha smiled sadly, “Not Fury,” and she and Steve turned their heads toward the hologram of Y/N
“Whenever she had the chance, she would talk about “her”, Y/N’s greatest love,” Natasha whispered, remembering how she and Clint always pretended to be annoyed whenever Y/N would go on and on about this really powerful superhero who shined like the sun, and lit a flame in her heart
And as much as Carol wanted to bask in the appreciation, she felt nothing but shame, knowing she abandoned Y/N, and wasn’t able to save her
Glancing back at the hologram, she eyed her once more
Years had been good to Y/N, still beautiful as ever, leaving her breathless, but she wasn’t there anymore
And Carol knew what she had to do
If she couldn’t save Y/N, Carol could avenge her
Rhodes approached her, Natasha, and Steve, “He’s probably gonna be out for the rest of the day”, referring to tony
With a resolute look on her face, she said, “You guys take care of him, and I’ll bring him a Xorrian elixir when I come back”
Confused, Natasha, Steve and Rhodes glanced at each other before Steve asked, “Where are you going?”
“To kill Thanos,” Carol said matter-of-factly
Natasha could almost feel the anger Carol was radiating with, so she hurried to catch up to her, “You know, we usually work as a team here…”
When Natasha finally had the chance, she pulled carol over to the side to talk to her privately
“I know that you usually work on your own, that there are worlds out there who need you, but earth needs you too”
She was convincing Carol to stay, to try and create a better world for the people who survived, but it was getting quite hard for Carol to remain on earth
“I don’t…” Carol shook her head, “I don’t have much left on earth.”
“If you can’t stay, atleast come from time to time,” Natasha begged, “This was your home, wasn’t it? This was Y/N’s too.”
And Natasha was right, Carol thought, and in more ways than one, it was her home. But now it’s empty, and Carol is in mourning and she had never felt so alone
All those years, she thought she could live with what she did knowing that Y/N she was still on Earth, possibly with someone who is not ashamed of who she is, who is not ashamed to accept their own feelings
And Carol was okay with that thought, but now…
She couldn’t stand being on Earth knowing Y/N wasn’t there
It was like coming home to a cold and empty house
But she looked at Natasha, finally with the courage to ask her what she had been thinking all this time, “Were you and Y/N together?”
“No,” Natasha answered, almost teasingly
Carol felt relief, but above all, she felt obligated
To do right by Y/N
So she agreed to visit and report from time to time, “For Y/N. Because I need to do right by Y/N.”
When Carol returned to earth after 5 years, Thanos was there, and so was everybody who had disappeared 5 years ago
In spite of all the chaos, she couldn’t help the voice in her head, asking, “Is Y/N here? Is she safe?”
But you were nowhere to be found, and she had promised to scour the world for you later
Thanos was defeated, but it was in exchange for the lives of Tony and Natasha
With a heavy heart, everyone attended their funerals, all grieving the loss of two of their comrades, friends
At the funeral, Carol stood at the distance, watching behind everybody else
Behind her, Nick was there, and they exchanged solemn nods and opted to wait until the end of the funeral to reconnect
“You came,” was the first thing Fury said, after all those years that they haven’t seen each other
With a small chuckle, she nodded, “Don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t come because you called.”
“I know,” Fury retorted, amused, “You came because she called, right?”
Carol’s mouth opened, lips about to ask a question she had been dying to ask ever since she came back, but no words came out
When everything was chaos and adrenaline and fighting, Carol was not scared
But now that the dust has settled, she was terrified...because now there was no more excuse to avoid what her heart has been begging her to do
Before she could push the question out of her mouth, Fury handed her a piece of paper. “She’s off-duty. Gave her a whole damn month to recuperate from being wiped off the face of the planet.”
And when Carol unfolded the piece of paper, it was just an address
Nodding gratefully to Fury, Carol turned to leave, about to face her biggest obstacle yet
From what she could tell, it was a safehouse
Apparently, Y/N was someone high up the organization that they had warranted her one
Just a little cottage out on the countryside, a palace she had always wanted
Carol laughed whenever she remember you saying, “Maybe one day I could afford a little house in the middle of Kansas, meet Clark Kent and Lois Lane...I don’t know”
And here you were, at a small little house in the countryside
Carol watched you, almost ashamed to just be staring at you while you make yourself some breakfast
As she approached the porch, she wondered how she could take on the mad titan Thanos, but is now shaking as she brought her knuckles to knock on your door, extremities suddenly feeling cold, and knees wobbling to support her weight
She could barely hear your footsteps because of the blood rushing to her head, to her face, heart beating wildly
And when you opened the door, she noted how your eyes widened the tiniest bit, mouth opened in surprise when you realized who was on the other side
“Hi, Y/N,” was the first thing she croaked out
“You…” you smiled at her, “you changed your hair”
With a laugh, she nodded, running a hand through her short hair, before she let her hand down
Slowly counting to three
And engulfed you in a hug
Absolutely-swept-you-off-your-feet hug, your feet leaving the ground as her arms wound tightly across your waist, almost crushing you
And when you heard her inhale into the nape of your neck, it was like a reflex that you threw your arms around her neck, squeezing her just as tight
And Carol wanted to apologize, and confess, and plead for you to give her another chance
She wanted to tell you that she’s sorry for leaving, i was so confused and i was scared to come back and have you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t forgive me for what i did, but i have made peace with who i am and know what i want and what i want is you and your happiness and you and you
And she may have tried to make a letter to help her organize her thoughts
You held her shoulders back, looking at her, really looking at her, after all these years, and you use your thumbs to wipe away the tears running down her face as she shyly laughed at you and held your hands to her cheeks and kept it there for a second, relishing in your heat because you were finally here, after all this time, after 5 long years you are alive
And she brought your hands down and cupped your face and leaned in
And touched her lips to yours, gently, lovingly, finally
You can taste the saltiness of her tears, but also her apologies, and love, and devotion and you kissed her back, smiling
And as you pulled away, you wiped her tears again, before holding her hands, guiding Carol inside, “Let’s eat breakfast.”
And Carol Danvers, for once, was selfish, and did not think of the world needing her help, because she knows that the world would be fine if Carol stayed home for a while
And home is wherever you are
a/n: thank you so much for your support! i rly hope you like this ;__;
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The Sweetest Apparition - Part 3
Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.
Warnings and notes: Food, mentions of Steggy, mentions of Stucky, very small mentions of war. Other characters are also mentioned. This got way longer than the first two parts, but there’s also way more Peggy here. This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. Reader uses she/her pronouns.
Word count: 2,304
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It should be a short walk to your apartment, but you made a small stop each time Captain Carter was curious about something. You also got some take out on the way, making sure to pick at least four different options from separate places and a couple of desserts too, since you didn’t know her taste yet. It was a while before you made it to your street.
During the entire time, your chatting was limited to safe topics - how loud and bright the city was, how many screens there were, the amount of coffee options that existed now. You watched Carter fall in love with her caramel coffee and made a mental note to buy her more sweets.
Soon, the Captain would also need to go shopping. Fury had gotten her the formal white blouse and the black pants she wore now, an outfit much more discreet than the uniform she was wearing when she fell, but that was her entire wardrobe at the moment. That was another mission you should handle, but it could wait until after lunch.
When you finally got home, you placed the food over a kitchen counter and gave Carter a quick tour of the apartment. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be enough for both of you until she was more familiar with this century. The tour ended where it started: in your tiny kitchen. You pulled a stool for the Captain and presented her with the options for lunch.
“I suppose you’ve never tried some of those, so I got a few different meals. Burritos, sweet and sour chicken, calzones and Pad Thai. For dessert, there’s lemon tart and triple chocolate cake. I might have gotten a little carried away.”
Peggy took a seat and examined her options. You wondered if that would be, technically her first meal since the 40’s.
“They are all tempting, but I might start with this one.” Her eyes were fixated on a burrito as if it was the Holy Grail. Yeah, that was surely the first time she ate in seventy years. She dove in, so focused on her meal that you didn’t dare to interrupt. Meanwhile, you took the other stool and picked a calzone, eating it while you watched Carter.
You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that she was really here, and it was surprising that you hadn’t completely freaked out so far, but the prospect of the rest of the day started to worry you. The Captain would certainly have a lot of questions and, if there were inquiries that Fury left for you to answer, they probably pertained more to her personal life than to great historical events.
If the registers about her were right, it wouldn’t be long before the real conversation started. Peggy Carter was too smart to have such a debate in the middle of the street, but she wasn’t known for stalling. As soon as she finished her meal, in the privacy of your (now shared) kitchen, you would have to provide about seven decades of answers.
Before you could try to prepare yourself, she was done with her second burrito. You almost suggested dessert, but the look she gave you left no room for pauses. Carter turned on her stool to face you directly, her posture becoming straighter and her eyes never leaving yours. She was the perfect image of Captain Carter, the hero, the legend who defeated all odds. Still, when she spoke, there was softness in her voice.
“The meal was lovely and so is the apartment. I can’t thank you enough for you kindness, Agent L/N, but I must ask a few things more of you. If you have studied about my life, you must know what happened to Steve Rogers after I was gone.”
You should be ready for that. Of course her first personal concern would be about Rogers. His story with Carter went down in history as a tragic tale of love, bravery and loss. To his last days, Rogers had made it his mission to honor her legacy, but that wasn’t all that he did. How do you tell a person that the love of her life went on to live a decades long, fulfilling relationship with someone else, even though, from her perspective, they were together the day before?
“Please, call me Y/N. And you can ask anything, Captain. I will tell you everything I can.” You took a deep breath, going through the words in your head in search of the best way to let her know. It was best to keep nothing out. Carter deserved that. “Steve Rogers continued to serve as the Hydra Stomper until the war had ended and all known Hydra operations had been eliminated. After that, he stepped out of the suit so that Howard Stark could continue his research with the Tesseract. I believe neither of them ever gave up on bringing you back, but, in many ways, they also moved on to build new lives.”
You made a small pause, in case she wanted to say something, but Carter only gave you a nod, encouraging you to continue. It was impossible to look away from her eyes, or to keep anything hidden when she stared at you with such intensity. Even in silence, sitting still, she emanated a power that kept you talking.
“A few years after the war, Rogers and Stark started an intelligence agency to keep the world safe from threats we could barely understand. They named it S.H.I.E.L.D., because of you. That is the agency I work for, directed by Nick Fury.” There was something poetic in the way that same agency ended up being the reason Peggy Carter was back, but it wasn’t your place to point that out. “Rogers never stopped fighting, even without the suit. He was a legendary agent, working along with James Barnes until they retired. They were also together for the rest of their lives.”
That was the piece of information you feared would break Carter’s heart, but she had a bright smile after hearing that.
“That suits them. All of them.” The joy in her voice sounded so sincere, and you couldn’t help but ask.
“Were you and Rogers… Together? It is said so in the official files, but…” In your studies, you sometimes wondered if their relationship was just a myth, maybe a publicity stunt to humanize the fallen super soldier. It was your job to question the data, but you had never paid that possibility much attention until now.
Instead of being offended by your invasion of her privacy, Carter laughed so lightly and freely that you felt your cheeks getting warm.
“Oh, darling, Steve Rogers had a heart too big to have only one soul mate. He was the love of my life, yes, and I was the love of his, but not the only one. A love so beautiful and dedicated is supposed to be shared. Of course I’m sad I didn’t get to share the rest of his life with him, but I’m relieved to know that he and Bucky had each other. And that’s not to say I’m a being of such virtue that I’m above jealousy. I felt jealous of Steve alright, many times, but I could never be jealous of him with Buck. They fit well together and they were good for each other. They were real, just as Steve and I were. Steve deserved to be loved through a lifetime. I’m grateful that he was.”
Carter’s eyes shined with tears, but she didn’t allow any to fall. Maybe she would let herself grief for the lost possibilities later, but for now she was handling such an emotional journey with more elegance than you thought possible. It didn’t seem to be an act at all. On the contrary, what touched you the most was the honesty in her words. That selflessness of being genuinely happy to hear of how her soul mate lived on without her, in love with someone else, told you more about Peggy Carter than any history book ever had. And that’s how she reacted right after being thrown into the next century, coming directly from a war and landing in a world she didn’t recognize.
“I don’t think history ever made you justice, Captain. The general public thinks of you as a hero, but they’re so far from knowing the person behind the suit... You know, it’s very nice to meet you.” You couldn’t help but sharing a bit of what was on your mind. To that moment, your hero was turning out to be even better than your daydreams, and it was only fair to let her know so.
At that, she gave you a big smile and your heart skipped a beat. You would have a hard time sharing an apartment with this woman.
“You are far too kind to me. To be honest, they never showed much interest on me, suit or not, until I went against official orders and started throwing tanks around and fighting the battles that needed to be fought. I am more concerned about what I am able to achieve, regardless of how they will see me. And there’s no need to call me Captain, Y/N. Heavens, we live and work together now and you’re my guide to modern life. Peggy is fine. And it’s nice to meet you too.” She took the initiative to get a slice of chocolate cake, already making herself at home. You had the feeling that her adaptation to this world wouldn’t be too difficult, all things considered. Peggy Carter would take whatever she was given and make more of it than anyone imagined possible.
“As you wish, Peggy. Speaking of that, there’s a lot I think you’ll like to see about life now. What else are you curious about?” You took your own slice of cake, trying to feel at ease in this conversation. You couldn’t be on high alert whenever Carter was around if she was going to be around all the time, but that was easier said than done. Your responsibilities here were enormous and, to be frank, you were determined to be your best self and impress her, even if just a bit. Maybe telling her about the wonders of nowadays technology would do the trick.
“I am curious about everything. I can’t wait to know all about the development of science, or what I missed in seven decades of sociopolitical turmoil, but there’s one more person I’d love to hear about before we get to that. You mentioned Howard moving on with his life, didn’t you? What exactly was that little menace up to while I was gone?”
Now, that was a rich topic of conversation.
“Well, Stark continued his research with the Tesseract and with many other projects, sometimes along with the US government, and he built a billionaire empire. Weapons, all sorts of technology, wild parties. The man had everything. He has a son, Tony, who inherited the tech, the money and the brains, but with a stronger inclination to heroism. You see, Tony Stark built himself a supersuit, partially inspired by his father’s Hydra Stomper, but with a larger variety of uses. It’s said that Steve Rogers was a sort of mentor to him, but I couldn’t get Stark to talk a lot about it when I interviewed him.”
You couldn’t tell which part made Peggy more excited. She nodded along as you listed Howard Stark’s achievements, as if it was all expected, and her eyes got wider when you told her about his son. When you mentioned Rogers, she almost jumped in her seat. She was already invested, but dropping that name sealed the deal.
“Fury gave me this.” She took two business cards out of her pocket. “It has his telephone number and Barton’s too. Could I use your telephone to call him? I would like to meet this Tony Stark, and I bet Fury would be able to reach him.”
Giving Director Fury a call from your cellphone felt strange, but how could you deny Peggy that? If the Director gave her the number, he wanted her to be able to reach him, right?
Instead of dialing yourself, you showed Carter how to use the phone. She looked like a kid on Christmas whenever she was given access to new technology. You would make sure she got a cellphone of her own soon so you could show her everything the device could do.
She called Fury and you waited as they talked for less than two minutes. Peggy handed you the phone when she was done, with a smile that said she got what she wanted.
“So, what did the Director say?” You asked, anxious to know the outcome of the call.
“We’re meeting Tony Stark tomorrow at 2pm in his tower. Was it him who named it Stark tower or is that Howard’s doing?” She narrowed her eyes a bit, still smiling.
“The tower was built by Tony, so I think we can’t blame Howard for that one.” You joked. “Are you meeting Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. before you two go to Stark’s?”
“Oh, Fury is not going. He booked the meeting for you and me, if you would like to accompany me.” Peggy sounded hesitant, as if she had just considered that you might not want to join her on that plan.
"You’re asking me if I wish to be there when Captain Carter meets Tony Stark? Please, if I didn’t get the chance to be a part of that exchange, I would beg you for a detailed retelling as soon as you got home.”
Your reply made Peggy laugh once more, and you were getting used to that sound very quickly.
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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...
PART NINE
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Warnings: swearing
A/N: It’s Unsaid Emily time, folks. Also sorry this took me forever to post, I’ve been sick. Feedback is always appreciated! <3
"This is fine."
You rambled quietly as you paced up and down Hollywood Boulevard.
The familiar sounds of the cars on the road and the conversations of people walking by calmed you down a little, but you were still dizzy trying to keep up with your own feet.
Alex, who was watching you carefully from a bus bench cleared his throat, making you stop in your tracks. "Was what I think was happening in there actually happening?"
"Yes." You said immediately. "No. Maybe? I don't know."
Alex stared at you for a minute before sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose. "(Y/n), I mean this in the most loving way possible, but you need to get your shit together."
"What?" You sputtered. Alex was usually so sympathetic and understanding when it came to giving you advice, but as he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair, you prepared yourself for one of his 'big brother' lectures.
"I'm sorry, but you've been so disgustingly in love with each other your whole lives. Except you were the only one who realized it. Then that summer you guys were practically glued to each other, I thought that he finally figured it out too. I was just about to give Reg his twenty bucks..."
You shifted your weight as you thought back to that day at the beach, when you had stood there in the sand and let yourself think about what it would be like if Luke liked you back.
"But then he started ignoring you and being an idiot." Alex continued. "At first I thought that maybe he was just coming up with a way to tell you, but then it just never ended. It killed me to see how much it was hurting you, and I was all set to lock him in his guitar case."
You laughed a little at that and Alex smiled. “But judging by tonight, I think he realizes it now too.”
After spending so much time thinking Luke didn’t feel the same way, it was a reflex to try to deny it or come up with some excuse. But you realized that you really couldn’t anymore. You groaned loudly and plopped down on the bench.
“This isn’t fair.” You said. “I mean, I finally have an idea of what’s happening in his head just in time for us to die.. again.”
“That’s why you need to talk about it!’ Alex insisted. “Before anything else, you guys were best friends who told each other everything. Do you really want to cross over or whatever without telling him how you feel?”
Of course you didn’t. But you also didn't see the point of telling him if you were just going to disappear forever. What if you were misreading everything? Or what if you can’t figure out a way to play at the Orpheum and…?
You quickly pushed the thought out of your mind. You weren’t ready to think about any of that. With another groan, you leaned over onto Alex’s shoulder. “Al?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we’ll ever stop having boy problems?”
Alex laughed and you couldn’t help but join in. You wanted to pause this moment in time and just stay here with your best friend, far away from all your problems. But then there was a bright light and suddenly Willie was standing on the sidewalk in front of you.
“Alex, can we talk?”
You sat up straight and looked between the two of them, raising your eyebrows at Alex in a silent question. He nodded and you gave him a reassuring smile before poofing away.
-
You wandered around the city for a while before heading back to the garage, frowning when you found it empty.
You knew that Reggie was probably inside with Ray or Carlos but Luke was usually always here at this time of the day. You looked over to the table to see Luke’s songbook sitting open and you frowned in confusion. Luke had been extra secretive with his songs since Julie read them at practice, so it was weird for it to be out in the open for anyone to see.
As you went to close it, you saw that it was turned to ‘Unsaid Emily’. You ran your finger over the words, your heart flipping as you looked at his little notes and scribbles in the margins. It looked like the edges of the paper were blotted with tears.
You now figured that he was at his parent’s and your heart ached for him. It was obvious from the way he disappeared to their house every moment he could that he wanted to reconnect with them but you didn’t know it was this bad. Waves of guilt washed over you. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, but you still felt a little guilty about pushing so hard about Bobby when all Luke wanted was for his parents to be proud of him.
You got an idea and gently ripped out the page, knowing that there was a finalized version in your journal that Luke could have. But you knew that his parents having the version with his own handwriting and little notes as he workshopped it would be a lot more meaningful.
You folded it up and placed it in your pocket before poofing out of the garage and into the school hallway. You made a beeline for Julie's locker, getting there just in time to see Nick walking away with a blush and a triumphant smile.
Before you could even say a word, Julie put her phone to her ear and opened her mouth to scold you for showing up at her school again but she couldn't stop smiling long enough to get the words out.
"So, what did I miss?" You teased, making Julie roll her eyes.
"Nick might've just asked me out." She shrugged, trying to seem casual. "And I might've said yes."
You cheered and folded your arms. "I told you so."
"Shut up." Julie laughed and shoved her hand through the air next to your shoulder. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Your smile faded a little, having forgotten about your plan for a moment. You cleared your throat and carefully unfolded the paper to show Julie.
“I need your help.”
-
You and Julie walked side by side up the Patterson’s driveway.
You rubbed the page between your fingers and it seemed to get heavier in your hands with every step. You had been so sure that this plan would work but now you were actually here, you felt like this might be a bad idea.
You and Luke just got back to being friends again. Maybe even something more now after last night. The last thing you wanted to do was mess any of that up.
But you knew how much he missed his family. Even if he never said it out loud, you knew that he regretted leaving them more than anything.
Julie seemed to sense your thoughts and smiled at you reassuringly as you reached the porch. You handed Julie the paper as went to ring the doorbell. But before she could, Luke phased in front of the door.
“What are you guys doing here?” He asked, his eyes finding yours immediately.
Julie stepped forward a little. “I just, I wanted to know more about you guys so I asked (Y/n) to bring me here this time.”
“This time?” Luke repeated.
“We might’ve stopped by on your birthday.” She admitted.
“So you guys have been spying on me?” He scoffed at her. “After all your talks about boundaries?”
“This was my idea, Luke.” You explained, making him look over at you again. “I asked Julie to help because I’m worried about you.”
Luke’s jaw clenched slightly. “You don’t have to be.”
“Of course I do.” You said. “I understand. I know what it’s like to not be able to reach someone you love.”
Luke blinked rapidly, tears starting to brim in his eyes as he stared at you. He knew you were talking about your parents and Cece. But a little part of you meant him too, and how he had felt like a stranger to you for the better part of a year. “I wouldn’t even know what I’d say to her even if she could hear me.”
You pulled the song out of your pocket and smoothed out the paper before holding it out for him to see. “Maybe start with this.”
Luke instantly recognized it and there was a moment of heavy silence as he scanned the paper with his eyes before he slowly nodded. You handed it to Julie and pressed the doorbell, moving aside so she could stand on the welcome mat.
Luke fell back into the space next to you, watching the door with anticipation. A minute passed before it creaked open and Mitch stuck his head out. He greeted Julie and she introduced herself before clearing her throat.
“I believe you had a son named Luke?”
A look of pain crossed Mitch’s face but he nodded. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Your son’s band used to play in my family’s garage.” She said as she stroked the song between her fingers. “I came across this song that he wrote and I figured you might be interested.”
“Yes, of course.” Mitch opened the door and invited her in. You and Luke followed behind her closely. You looked all around the living room, smiling when your eyes fell on a picture that was propped up on a small table. It was taken on the day you both started high school. You were squishing Luke’s cheeks with your hand as he protested, although there was a bright smile on his face.
It warmed your heart to know that Emily had kept that picture after all this time. You looked back at Luke to see him already looking at you with an almost wistful look on his face.
Julie glanced at the picture before asking Mitch, “Do you have any other children?”
Mitch shook his head and the room got quiet for a second before Emily came in. “Did I hear the doorbell?”
Luke instantly tensed behind you, unconsciously taking a step back. You reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting so just as fast. But before it could even fall back to your side, Luke wrapped it back around his.
You held onto him a little tighter than necessary, keeping him as close to you as possible because you couldn't even imagine how hard this moment was for him. Emily gave Julie a warm smile as she tucked herself into Mitch’s side.
“Julie lives in the place where Luke and the band used to rehearse.” He clarified. “She was just telling me that she found a song he wrote.”
“It’s about a girl named Emily.” Julie said as she looked down at the paper.
Emily gasped a little as she stepped forward slowly. “I’m Emily.”
“Then I think your son wrote this song for you.” Julie handed the song over and then stepped back slightly, giving them space to read it. The air became charged with emotion as they began crying, the paper shaking in Emily’s hands.
You knew the basics of what happened that night, but as you stood there, it was like a movie reel started playing and you could almost see Luke storming out, ignoring his mom calling out for him and running away until he got to the studio.
You remembered holding him in your arms later that night as he cried tears of frustration, sadness, and worry and before you knew it, you were doing it again. You dropped his hand and wrapped your arms around him and he immediately buried his head into your shoulder, sniffling quietly.
“Thank you.” You heard Emily say tearfully and you pulled away just enough to see her pressing the paper tightly against her chest.
Julie gave her a watery smile, wiping away tears of her own as she continued talking to them. Just as Emily laughed, Luke disappeared from your arms and you heard the sharp pop of him phasing away.
You looked at the spot where he was just standing and a part of you wanted to follow but you knew that he probably needed space. You followed Julie out the door and you walked beside each other in comfortable silence, each of you processing everything that just happened.
“Thank you for helping.” You said.
“Of course.” Julie smiled.
“So, when’s the date?” You teased as you wiggled your eyebrows.
“Remember what I said about shutting up?” She rolled her eyes but there was a bright smile on her face.
-
It was just after sunset when you got back to the house.
You couldn't remember the last time you had laughed as hard as you did when you were with Julie. It was still new to you, having a friend like her. You connected on so many levels and it only added to the guilt of keeping the secret about the stamps from her.
Just as you reached the walkway up to the front door, Julie nodded her head towards the porch where Luke was leaning against the railing. She mouthed ‘go’ before walking through the garden gate that led to the studio.
As soon as she was gone, you hopped up the stairs and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. I know I overstepped and-”
“No, I just had to leave.” Luke stepped forward. “That was…I mean, how do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You just always know what I need.” He said. “I never really had any regrets other than running out on them. I’ve been wanting to do something about it but I didn’t know how.”
You smiled. “You would’ve done the same for me.”
“Still,” Luke insisted. There was that look again. The same one that he gave you on stage, the one you saw last night just before Alex came in. The one he gave you the night he ran away. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You almost whispered, only now realizing how close you had gotten. Luke was only a few feet in front of you, and he looked almost nervous. Just as he stopped in front of you, a jolt flashed across his chest, sending him backward into a pillar.
He groaned and you winced in sympathy as you raced up to him. “Are you okay?”
Luke nodded, but he looked a lot paler than usual. “We’re running out of time.”
Just then, Julie came storming up the walkway, her fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t even bother looking at either of you as she marched up the stairs and disappeared behind the door.
“I’m guessing Alex and Reg told her.” You said and looked back at Luke to see him rubbing the sore spot on his chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
Even before you walked through the doors, you could feel the cloud of sadness, guilt, and regret hanging in the air. You couldn’t imagine how Julie was feeling right now. She had just gotten back into music again after losing her mom and now she was losing more important people and her band all at once.
You walked Luke over to the couch and plopped on the ground next to the coffee table, watching absentmindedly as Alex tried to balance his drumsticks on his nose. Then trying not to laugh when Julie came storming in and he fell to the floor.
“I think you broke Alex.” Reggie said.
The scowl on Julie’s face didn’t falter, and she looked pointedly at each of you.
“Do you guys want to cross over or what?” She asked, her arms crossed as you all stayed quiet. “Get it together!”
“They’re never going to let us play the Orpheum.” Luke said. “We’re nobody.”
“Our video is going viral, that counts for something!” Julie insisted. “This isn’t over. We were brought together for a reason, to help each other.”
You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying, her enthusiasm eating away at the feeling of hopelessness you’d been carrying around. You could tell by the slight smile on Reggie and Luke’s faces that they felt the same way.
“Yeah, but like Luke said, people don’t just play the Orpheum because they want to.” Alex said.
“People don’t.” She agreed, a hint of a smirk on her face. “But ghosts do.”
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December 1994
It was a rainy night in L.A.
The flashes of lightning and occasional roar of thunder echoed through the garage so loudly that any hope you had of focusing on studying was long gone.
You sighed and shoved your textbooks into your bag before leaning back on the couch and staring at the ceiling. The stress of studying had started to give you a headache but you felt a little more relaxed as you stared at white Christmas lights hung across the loft's railing.
There was a loud bang on the side of the building and for a second, you thought it was just another clap of thunder. But then the garage doors swung open.
You were frozen in fear for a moment before you made out Luke’s figure in the dim light. He didn’t seem to see you as he stormed in and threw his backpack on the ground, making its contents spill out. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat that he spun around with wide eyes.
“Hey.” You said. “What are you doing here so late?”
Luke's eyes held yours for a minute before he slowly crossed the room and climbed onto the couch next to you. He wiggled around until he was comfortable on his stomach with his head in your lap and his arms tucked under his chest.
“Rough day?” You asked, resisting the urge to laugh as he let out a deep breath and sank further into you. You could feel his pulse racing and his breath was uneven, like he just ran all the way from home.
You felt your stress from before disappear completely as you stared down at him. Ever since you realized your feelings for him, it was hard to not overthink these kinds of moments.
Before you could stop yourself, you reached a hand down and brushed his messy, slightly damp hair away from his forehead.
His breath hitched and you mentally cursed yourself.
It was no secret that Luke was a touchy person. Ever since you were kids, he had a habit of making people his personal pillow or just absentmindedly grabbing people’s hands and shoulders. But maybe this was a step too far.
Before you could pull away, Luke nuzzled his head back into your hand until you got the hint and softly ran your fingers through his hair. The sinking feeling in your stomach turned into butterflies and you cleared your throat.
“Seriously, you okay?” You whispered.
Luke being this quiet worried you. Normally he would be rambling on about a new song or complaining about school. But now he just seemed deflated.
You gripped his arm with your free hand, muttering a soft ‘hey’ until he finally turned over. His green eyes flickered open and you saw that they were bright red, along with his nose.
“Oh, Lu.” Your heart sank. “What happened?”
Luke shook his head, tucking the side of his face into your hand.
“You feel warm.” You said as felt his forehead with your other hand. “Luke, please tell me what happened?”
You knew that if he wanted to tell you, he would, and you shouldn't push him. But you had only seen Luke cry a handful of times in your life, and it always broke your heart.
It felt like hours before he finally spoke, his voice rough and heavy. “I ran away.”
“You-?”
A dozen emotions hit you all at once. The first being disbelief, then anger, then sympathy. Of course, you knew how much his parents not supporting his dream was killing him, and he had mentioned running away before. But you never thought he would actually go through with it.
“What happened?” You asked quietly.
“I failed another test.” Luke said as he sat up, his voice getting a little louder and tears returning to his eyes as he ranted. “I just spaced on studying and she freaked out, threatened to make me quit again or sell my guitar and I just kinda lost it. I tried, (Y/n), I just-”
“Okay, hey, it’s okay.” You ran your hand through his hair again in an attempt to calm him down. You would freak out about how very obvious you were acting later but he clearly had a fever and looked like he was about to start crying again. “You need to get some rest. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow, I promise.”
“Stay here with me?” He asked and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest but you nodded.
“Yeah, of course.” You went to get up and get a sleeping bag from the loft so he could take the couch but his hand gripped yours. He let go a second later as he leaned back, propping himself up against the armrest and gesturing for you to lay down next to him.
You knew that your face must’ve been bright red but you carefully climbed into the space between his body and the back of the couch. You slung your arm around his torso and rested your head against his chest.
After a few minutes, Luke started snoring quietly. You stared up at him, trying to resist the urge to pinch yourself. It wasn’t the first time you and Luke had cuddled, not by a long shot. There were countless sleepovers when you were kids and even during movie nights as you got older.
But this was different.
Any other night, you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep with all the thoughts racing around in your brain about what all of this meant. But between the soft glow of the lights, the sound of the rain hitting the roof and Luke’s steady heartbeat beneath you, you felt yourself drifting off.
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Cap-Ironman RecWeek: What-If Wednesday
Time for another installment of @cap-ironman rec week! Today’s theme: AU’s.
I know AU’s in different settings are half the reason most people read fanfics, but they’re not really my thing on the whole. AU’s where different choices are made, or different events transpire? Absolutely. Coffee shops? Not my cup of... you know.
So, here’s my AU recommendations for mostly “turn left” scenarios. This time with an under-the-cut break so I don’t take over everyone’s timelines (sorry about that last post). Also with some summaries truncated for length.
Alone Like This
Author: GotTheSilver
Word Count: 7,452
Summary: Steve, post waking up, runs away from SHIELD, and Tony's the one who tracks him down.
Why You Should Read It:
First off, GotTheSilver’s been consistently and regularly putting out solid Stony since 2012 and not only are they not stopping, they’re only getting better. This writer doesn’t get nearly the fanfare I’d expect in Stony circles for someone who puts out this much good stuff, and here’s hoping this post can be a part of changing that.
While I am always a sucker for enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, there’s something to be said for stories where Steve and Tony hit it off right away. And watching these two very different people look at each other and see the same sense of being lost, then finding each other again is... excuse me, there’s something in my eye, ignore me.
Second Chance Lives
Author: raeldaza
Word Count: 43,872
Summary: Tony's gonna die of palladium poisoning anyway, why not join a pointless expedition to recover Captain America’s body? And after, well, why not dedicate his last few months to making sure an American hero settles into his new life? What else is he going to do, get drunk at parties?
Why You Should Read It:
This writer doesn’t write a lot for the MCU but when they do, dang.
“Tony is the one helping Steve acclimate to the new century before Avengers 2012″ is a whole genre of Stony fanfics that scratch an itch I didn’t even know I had before I started reading fanfiction, and this is one of the best ones out there. It’s got it all - Steve poorly coping with his PTSD, Tony poorly coping with his immanent mortality, some breathtakingly poor communication between the two most emotionally stunted men in the MCU, and a cat named Roomba. What’s not to love?
Should You Choose to Accept It
Author: elwenyere (look, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of them this week, sorry-not-sorry)
Word Count: 27,106
Summary: After a terrorist attack and a field operation gone wrong, the Avengers realize that Nick Fury's secrets are just the start of a much bigger mystery. Steve and Tony try to keep some things from each other as well, but that can't possibly affect the mission — right? Mission Fic + Getting Together (or Mission: Getting Together) that mashes up elements from Iron Man 3, CA: Winter Soldier, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. season one, and Mission Impossible 3.
Why You Should Read It:
You can see my post yesterday for singing El’s praises, but what I really liked about this fic was how how damn creative it is. The CAWS/IM3/AOS mashup is everything I wished the actual MCU gave us and more, with well-developed characters and an exciting story to put them in. And because it’s El, you know the banter’s gonna be on point, the way the characters care for each other is gonna be emotionally constipated but touching, and the pacing’s gonna be exciting enough to draw you in and keep you there. Also, this fic doesn’t have nearly enough kudos so please go read it and fix that or I’m gonna have to try to hack AO3 and that’ll just be embarrassing for all parties involved.
What Happens In Vegas
Author: sabremc
Word Count: 161,951
Summary: “What the hell, Tony?” Rhodey demanded brusquely. Tony winced and drew the phone away from his ear. “You’ve got cops and Feds all over the hotel. I’m watching you perp walk out of the police station on repeat on CNN. They’re saying you tried to bribe Stern? Fox News has you selling weapons on the black market, and God that picture they’re using is the one from Bali in ’09. You look like shit. They wheeled Stern out and put him in an ambulance, by the way. Got some paparazzi swearing you decked the guy. Now they’ve got ‘copters following it like he’s OJ.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Sourpatch, I’ve got it covered. Uh, though, I should probably tell you that, purely in the interests of national security and the greater good, I kind of had to fake marry that stripper-gram you sent. Thanks for that, by the way,” Tony added quickly.
Why You Should Read It:
If you’re deep enough into Stony to see posts like this on Tumblr, you probably know sabre’s what we in the business call a “big name author.” They’re prolific, they’re popular, and most importantly, they write words good (technical term). Seriously, sabre just keeps cranking out high quality stuff over and over again, raising the bar for the rest of us like a jerk (not really. I’m not bitter they write stuff so good I wish I’d thought of it first. Not at all.)
I never read stripper!Steve or stripper!Tony as a rule, but this came so widely recommended that I broke that rule and boy am I glad that I did. This is also the only fic on this list that’s a true-AU, with Steve being a non-powered vet from Afghanistan who left his army career to help Bucky and is stripping in Vegas to raise money for a prosthetic arm. He’s booked to do a private show for Tony, shenanigans ensue, and now they’re fake-married. This fic’s got some top-of-the-line banter and character development, but I particularly love it for its rich setting. Sabre paints a Vegas not just with strip clubs and blackjack tables, but KISS-themed minigolf, romantic dinners on the Eiffel tower, gaudy hotel lobbies, and making out on giant ferris wheels. It’s such a richly developed playground for the characters to play on, and through it, Steve manages to find a life for himself he’d given up on, and Tony finds multiple ways to show his kindness and depth of feeling for Steve. I know the word count’s long for this one but trust me, you’ve gotta read this fic.
Wait & Sea
Author: Lenalena
Word Count: 53,244
Summary: In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....
Why You Should Read It:
This one’s old and popular enough to be considered one of the “classic” Stony fics, and for good reason. Lenalena doesn’t write too often and not as much as they used to, but the fics they have up there are an absolute delight.
This is another fic that I skipped a bunch of times for being outside my comfort zone, but when I finally read it I saw why everyone’s so wild about it. In this story, Steve’s defrosted a bit earlier and not revealed as Captain America. He and Tony are sent undercover to sniff out Hydra shenanigans on a cruise and, because it’s fanfiction, they’ve got to pretend to be a married couple while onboard. There’s tons to love about this fic, but the things that bring me back to reading it over and over is first, Tony’s kindness and the way he’s attuned to Steve’s feelings, which... God, just inject “kind, observant Tony” straight into my veins, please and thank you. This is also another really rich setting for a story, and Lena knows how to fold the the hokeyness of the cruise into the seriousness of the mission and the depth of feelings Steve and Tony are finding for each other in a really beautiful, layered way. It’s funny, it’s heartfelt, it’s steamy, it’s gripping... why are you still reading this here? Go check it out for yourself!
Ashes to Ashes
Author: dirigibleplumbing
Word Count: 51,582
Summary: After regrouping following some surprise time travel, the world's heroes and sorcerers come up with a plan to protect the Mind and Time Stones by taking them into space in opposite directions. The result involves a lot more time loops than Steve would like, but at least they're getting a second chance to stop Thanos. (As well as a third, and a fourth...) And if Steve takes the opportunity to try to reconcile with Tony, too—well, they have the time, and Steve's going to make the most of it.
Why You Should Read It:
Dirigibleplumbing’s another name in Stony fanfics that does not get nearly as much fanfare as they deserve. They’re consistently a really creative voice in Stony fanfics and I always look forward to their stories showing me something new. Go read all their fics, I need more people to geek out with me over them.
I tend to limit myself on Steve-and-Tony-mend-things-after-Civil-War fics not because they’re not good, but because they’re so heavy, and also the Sokovia Accords have five hundred layers of crap in them that no good fic could possibly hash out well. This one, though? When you add in the Infinity War/End Game fixit? Poetry. Art. Music to my ears. DP wrote a really engaging, twisty story where it’s hard to predict what’s coming next, in spite of it literally being a pseudo-Groundhog day scenario. The characterizations are great, the story is engaging, and the feelings are big and sad and eventually happy. Go read it, you’ll love it.
I have tons of other recs for this category but this seems like a good place to stop for today. Tomorrow’s Alternative Media Thursday, and I’ve got some real gems I’ve been saving for that day (aaaaand possibly a self-rec or two ;)
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the in-between
pairing: akaashi x reader x bokuto
genre: friends to lovers, love triangle
contains: angst, fluff
word count: 3.3k
summary: What is the difference between the process of falling in love versus actually being in love?
note: this is longer than the others but it’s definitely my favorite part of all four :’) thank you for your patience! I had a lot of fun writing this and ngl I gave myself some butterflies.. Kjgfhbk ANYWAY! the flashback is a week before kuroo’s birthday party! after the flashback, the story resumes to akaashi and bokuto outside of kuroo’s apartment where the last chapter left off. I highly recommend listening to the songs mentioned while reading because it’ll really help you visualize the tone and mood of the story <3 enjoy!
part 1, part 2, part 3
songs:
can’t help falling in love (cover) - kina grannis
crazy for you - madonna
flashback - a week ago
Kina Grannis’s cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love played from Bokuto’s speakers as your eyes were glued to the screen. You’ve watched the wedding scene in the movie Crazy Rich Asians a million times, but it never failed to put stars in your eyes. Nick and Rachel gazed at each other, despite an entire wedding unfolding in front of them as if they were falling in love for the first time all over again. You were in awe of how the film captured the feeling of falling in love so flawlessly, without a single word being spoken.
Your eyes watered as Bokuto silently chuckled to himself. You came over for a movie night, but it seemed that Bokuto was watching you watch the movie instead. Akaashi was out of town to see family for a couple of days, so it was just the two of you for the night.
Bokuto found his own eyes watering as well, but not because of the movie. You looked over at him from the other end of the couch and he quickly turned back to the TV.
“Wait are you also crying?” You sniffled. Bokuto threw a pillow at you and scoffed, “..No.”
“What?! I’m just asking! I’m not judging,” your giggle turned into a sigh. “It’s magical.”
He smiled at the small pout on your face.
“Yeah,” he agreed. Magical.
Eventually, the end credits rolled and you both scrolled on your phones for a bit, your head laying on one arm of the couch and his head on the other.
“Have you ever been in love?” You lay your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling.
“Hm.. I actually don’t know,” Bokuto scrunched his eyebrows slightly, “I think I’ve been close to it though.” He peeked over his phone at you. The television screen was now black, the moonlight being the only source of light in the room. You seemed to be deep in thought, hair disheveled from laying down for two hours, and lips slightly swollen from crying because of the movie. Beautiful was an understatement. Bokuto put his phone down to fully look at you, pure adoration and a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Do you think there’s a difference between falling in love and being in love?” You asked.
“I guess falling in love is when you believe you could eventually be in love with someone.”
“That’s a pretty way to put it,” you hummed in agreement.
“I wonder how long that ‘in-between’ time is, then,” you added, “like, if you think of it as a spectrum--beginning to fall in love on one side and then actually being in love on the opposite end. There’s that ‘in-between’ kind of grey area.” Bokuto watched in amusement as you talked with your hands.
Little did you know that that was where Bokuto currently was--the in-between of falling in love and being in love. With you. Bokuto smiled sadly upon realizing this. He was struggling not to cross that grey area, knowing it would only hurt him if he did. He couldn’t reach that far end of the spectrum, as it was currently reserved for his best friend.
At this point, Bokuto was well aware of his closest friends’ budding feelings for one another. It was in the way Akaashi looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. It was in your doe eyes every time you used Akaashi’s first name.
Bokuto had refused to confront his best friend for weeks now, convincing himself that if he ignored it long enough, it would go away and his premonitions wouldn’t be true. He also wasn’t ready to let go of his feelings for you, wanting to relish in them, without reserve, just a little longer. He was being selfish, not wanting something that felt so beautiful and pure to end just yet--even if it was unrequited.
However, despite everything, he found comfort in his feelings for you whether you reciprocated them or not. The feelings he had for you were so special, and most importantly, they were his alone. No one could take them away from him--not you, not Akaashi.
Until he met you, he had never known what it was like to feel so strongly for anyone. He had never experienced caring for someone so unconditionally and so purely. It felt like magic.
Magic. That was the only word that did you justice.
Bokuto was never going to forget these feelings and this was both a blessing and a curse.
“Bo?” you pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Hm?”
“I think I’m in that in-between right now.”
You didn’t elaborate, but you didn’t have to. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. At the end of this conversation, it was time for him to let you go.
Thank you, he thought. Thank you for the magic.
“I think he might be too.”
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“I know.”
Akasshi opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How long has Bokuto known? Was it that obvious? Has Bokuto been silently resenting him all this time? If Bokuto knew, did you know too?
The two of them were now sitting on the steps of the building’s stairway with murmurs of the party on the other side of the door filling the silence. Bokuto’s head hung low as he contemplated what to say next.
“I’m sorry. I.. I won’t do anything about it if you don’t want me to,” Akaashi broke the silence.
Bokuto only shook his head at this, not saying a word. For the first time, Akaashi couldn’t read his best friend’s expression. Why did he look so defeated?
“I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I got in your way,” Bokuto finally spoke up.
“What? No, you knew her first. You have every righ--”
“I know I do,” Bokuto slightly smirked and nudged his best friend, “but she doesn’t look at me the way she looks at you.” Bokuto wasn’t angry. He almost seemed relieved, but Akaashi couldn’t pinpoint why.
Akaashi’s lips parted but was rendered speechless again. Was that true? He wanted to hope it was, but the guilt was eating him alive at this point. Truly nothing could have prepared him for this conversation.
“I’m not gonna lie, dude,” Bokuto let out a shaky sigh, “I want to be mad at you.”
Akaashi sighed and apologized again. He didn’t know what else to say.
“But that wouldn’t be fair. You can’t help how you feel and neither can she,” he shrugged.
“But I don’t even know if she likes me.”
Bokuto scoffed at this.
“Akaashi, I know I can be dense and a bit of an airhead sometimes, but even I can see it.” He snorted at his best friend’s obliviousness.
“You know, she asked me if you were single after you first met,” he quietly added with hesitancy in his voice.
“She did?”
“Yeah. At the time.. I convinced myself that I didn’t have to tell you because I assumed you didn’t care, but I was just being selfish,” Bokuto admitted.
“I don’t blame you. That’s fair,” Akaashi shrugged. The air around them seemed to feel less suffocating.
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m really sorry. I mean it,” Akaashi added.
“Don’t be. You would have done the same for me,” Bokuto said sincerely. Akaashi didn’t have to say anything more, they both knew this was true.
Both of their phones chimed at once, receiving texts from you.
Y/N: where did you both go? I need a partner for pong :p
Y/N: wait who is even DD tonight
“Speak of the devil,” Bokuto joked. Akaashi stared at the screen a second longer.
“..Are you sure?” Akaashi asked for confirmation once more.
“Yeah man, I’ll get over it,” Bokuto forced a smile, “Now go find her before I change my mind.” He playfully punched his friend’s arm, though there was an edge to his voice.
“My only request is that you don’t do anything in front of me,” Bokuto added, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.
“Of course not, I’m not a dick,” Akaashi scoffed, a bit offended at the request. Bokuto snorted at this.
“Debatable.”
The rest of the night was enjoyable, though Akaashi ended up not making a move, not wanting to take advantage of you while intoxicated. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t secretly enjoy how extra touchy you were, especially when you would discreetly yet casually reach for his hand every ten minutes.
But there was a specific moment of that night the two of you would ingrain into your minds.
A random girl stood at the front of the room, microphone in hand, as the opening lyrics to Madonna’s Crazy For You ran across the screen. This was your favorite karaoke song as a child, Akaashi knew this. He watched you from across the room and chuckled at the way your eyes widened and your tired figure suddenly sat up on the couch as you recognized the song. You caught his stare and rolled your eyes at his teasing, a slight blush on your face forming as you realized he was watching you.
I love this song, you mouthed. He smiled.
I know, he mouthed back. You smiled.
As the 80's hit played, you and a handful of other people sang along. Akaashi watched in amusement as you soulfully sang the lyrics with the girl next to you. Every now and then you would lock eyes with him and playfully point, singing the words as if they were directed at him.
I see you through the smokey air
Can’t you feel the weight of my stare?
You’re so close but still a world away
What I’m dying to say,
Akaashi was thankful for the dim lighting masking the blush growing on his cheeks. He shook his head with a smirk as you pointed at him, ignoring the growing ache in his heart. You have no idea what you do to me, he thought.
Is that I’m crazy for you
Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true
I never wanted anyone like this
It’s all brand new
He watched as you swayed your body to the music, singing with your eyes squeezed shut. At one point you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment as you jumbled the lyrics. He shook his head again, laughing to himself. You laughed with him as your gaze softened before you sang the next line.
Eye to eye, we need no words at all
Akaashi smiled back at you, wondering how someone who had been drinking all night managed to look so lovely.
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you’ll see
I’m crazy for you
The two of you seemed to be in your own little world, despite being on opposite sides of the room. Your face was starting to hurt from smiling, drunk on both alcohol and emotion. Anyone paying attention would have seen the hearts in both of your eyes.
Everything seemed to fade away from your periphery and all you saw was him. His gaze refused to leave yours as he was convinced that if he looked away for a split second, he would somehow lose you. In a room full of jumbled voices, the silent adoration you shared was deafening.
You felt like you were floating while simultaneously feeling the adrenaline of going downhill on a rollercoaster. Your heart felt like it was going to burst at any given moment, but you have also never felt so at peace. You struggled to comprehend the duality of the serenity and chaos coursing through your veins--and then it hit you.
This was the grey area. This was the in-between.
You were falling in love with Akaashi Keiji.
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A week had passed since the party and Akaashi still had yet to confess--the adrenaline from that night slowly vanished, replaced with an irrational anxiety of running out of time.
Ever since he got home that night, Akaashi had been wracking his brain trying to figure out how to properly confess. Being the over thinker he is, he went through every scenario possible in his head, rewording his sentences over and over. The longer he waited, the more discouraged he became.
Strangely enough, the one who brought him back down to earth whenever he would get too in his head about his feelings was the source of his restlessness itself--you. Somehow you were both his chaos and his calm.
As the days passed, you noticed that he had become distracted more often than usual.
You two had been studying in the library for hours when you noticed that Akaashi’s mind seemed elsewhere. By now, you had memorized his tells like your favorite book. His knee bobbed up and down under the table, his hair was disheveled from repeatedly running his hands through it, and his eyes glazed over the textbook in front of him, not having turned a single page in the past twenty minutes. You knew he hadn’t gotten anything done since you sat down.
You closed your laptop and waited for him to match your gaze. It wasn’t until you rested your hand on his bobbing knee that he looked up at you and became aware of the amount of tension in his body. You gave him a small but sincere smile, wordlessly asking if he was okay. You rubbed his knee and he immediately relaxed at your touch, relief rushing through him.
Your timing was always perfect--constantly pulling him out of his overwhelming thoughts as if you could read his mind.
“Let’s take a break,” you whispered. He placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a squeeze, nodding.
It was funny--the concept of you distracting him from his thoughts about you.
The two of you ended up at the mall, people watching from a bench. This had become a favorite pastime for the both of you--picking out random passersby and creating extensive backstories about their lives. It was a way to destress and put your own lives on hold for a bit.
You spotted a couple sitting on a bench far enough away for you to talk about them.
“Those two are secretly pining for each other,” you nodded your head in their direction.
“Hm. Are they in love?”
“Oh no, not yet at least,” you speculated.
“And how do you know?” Akaashi mused.
“They’re sitting too far away from each other,” you stated matter-of-factly. Akaashi silently noted the distance between the two of you and compared.
“Huh. Okay,” He scooted closer, not being discreet at all. You held back a smile and refused to meet his gaze.
“How else can you tell?” He watched you intently, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“He’s giving her too much eye contact. He’s not nervous enough.” Akaashi scrunched his eyebrows in thought. Noted, he thought. Just as you looked up at him, he swiftly turned his head the opposite way with a small smirk on his face.
Doing your best to ignore him, you asked a question this time.
“Who do you think will make the first move?”
“Oh, definitely the guy,” Akaashi stated confidently.
“Oh?”
“It’s in his body language. His body is fully facing her,” Akaashi mimicked his position, now fully facing you with his right arm resting on the top of the bench behind you. You leaned back with your arms crossed, still facing forward to avoid looking at him. You felt his arm fall from the bench to your shoulders, his hand now tracing circles into your shoulder.
“And what does that mean?” you rolled your eyes, still refusing to face him. Your heart warmed as he mindlessly took one of your hands and started playing with your fingers.
“It means..” Akaashi took a deep breath as if he had prepared a full-blown explanation. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to finish, eyes still on the couple. When he took too long to continue, you turned to face him and silently gasped upon realizing how close his face was to yours.
You felt yourself stop breathing as he hesitated before speaking. He kept his voice low as if he was sharing top-secret information.
“He really wants to kiss her.” It wasn’t until now that you realized the proximity of your faces in this position. His eyes bore into yours, flickering to your lips as if to ask for permission.
“Do you think she’d kiss him back?” you held your breath, your gaze also lowering to his lips.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing yours.
You closed your eyes as you slightly tilted your head up, your lips lightly pressing against his, lingering a bit before pulling away. It was short and sweet. You looked down shyly, biting back a smile.
Akaashi watched you, his eyes low. He didn’t wait all this time for short and sweet. His left hand lifted your chin up as he attached his lips to yours again, kissing you with more passion this time. You held onto his wrist and kissed him back, matching his fervor.
“Keiji..” you barely managed to let out, as he wouldn’t stop kissing you (not that you were complaining).
If he initially thought your first name in his mouth was sweet.. The taste of his first name coming from your lips while they were melting into his? Jesus. His brain was short-circuiting.
You groaned upon realizing you were in a public space, but you couldn’t find the willpower to pull away either. All of Akaashi’s inhibitions were out the window. The only thing that mattered right now was you, as you wiped away every lingering trace of doubt, fear, and worry from his mind with every kiss.
“Keiji!” You laughed, attempting to pull away only for him to grab your chin and pull you back in.
One more, he thought.
“We’re the,” one more, “stereotypical,” another, “couple,” another one, “making out in the,” another, “middle,” one more, “of a,��� last one, “mall,” for now. You giggled in between kisses. Akaashi chuckled and got a hold of himself, finally pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.
“Sorry,” he smiled shyly. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
You closed your eyes and blushed furiously at this. He pulled back further to get a better look at you with an eyebrow cocked.
“Couple, huh?” You already began shaking your head. “Wow at least ask me on a date first, you can’t skip important steps like that, F/N.”
“You kissed me first!” you laughed as you pushed him away.
“Did I, though?”
It took you a second to realize he was right. You were the one to lean into the first kiss. Ugh.
“Oh my god I’m leaving,” you walked off as you fought the smile on your face, not being able to handle his teasing any longer. He threw his head back laughing and quickly caught up to you. He tugged your hand and pulled you into him as his arm hooked around your shoulders again. You peeked up to catch him grinning ear to ear. He looked down at you, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Not saying another word, you leaned into his hold and sighed.
You thought about all of the wordless moments the two of you shared. Akaashi Keiji wasn’t a very talkative person, but he didn’t have to be. All it took was one look, without a single word spoken, and you knew.
This was what falling in love felt like.
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a/n: it’s finally done! thank you all for waiting!!! also, your feedback means so much and inspires me to keep writing so thank you all so much <3 (p.s. I love bokuto so so much I felt so bad hurting him but I’ll write something else to make it up to him lmao) also can I just say I love the way the chapter begins with her in awe of the love she saw on tv and then it ends with her finding that exact feeling with akaashi :p full circle hehe
part 1, part 2, part 3
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Hope on Board
Chapter 3 - What’s in a Name
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
The morning light seemed intent on waking up Marinette. However she moved, the light found her eyes to shine obnoxiously brightly in them. What is the point of blackout curtains if it doesn’t black out the light and the light gets in anyway? She groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. That reduced the light but my no means eliminated it. She tried to turn away from the light, but was met with resistance against her movement. She grunted, cursing the heavy blankets she used during the winter to stave off any hint of chill, and turned on her side anyway.
Her face scrunched up in confusion when she heard a contented hum sound next to her. Was Tikki sleeping in her bed again? She thought Tikki had sworn off doing that the third time Marinette had clocked her with a wayward arm in her sleep… in one night. Her eyes flew open when she felt an increased pressure around her waist, pulling her closer to a body. She barely managed to muffle the squeak she let out at the sight of the man, the very naked man from what she could feel on the rest of her also very naked body as their very, very naked bodies were pressed together.
She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. If she concentrated very hard, she could just barely remember flashes of the night before. Not that they were helpful flashes for remembering the events of the night before. They were mostly his charming smile, his captivating eyes, his soft and insistent lips, his rough but gentle hands. She blushed at the memory and fought burying her face in his very broad, chiseled chest.
She smiled and traced his jaw with her finger in a feather soft touch, trying not to wake him. He smiled sleepily in response, humming happily and tightening his grip around her waist to pull her even further into his strong embrace. She giggled quietly and placed a few kitten kisses on the underside of his jaw. She sighed and snuggled into his embrace. After a few minutes, her stomach growled, letting her know it did not appreciate the vast amounts of liquor she had consumed the night before, and into the early morning, without eating anything.
She imagined Dan… David! Devlin? Hmmm. She’d have to ask that when he woke up. Derrick! No… that wasn’t right either… Regardless, she was sure Dominic would appreciate something to eat as well. She carefully extricated herself from his arms so she could surprise him with a breakfast. She stood up and immediately fell back on the bed clutching her head. Ah yes, the other after effects of a night of drinking, the hangover. She glanced back to Nick… Nick? She quirked her lips to the side, that seemed closer and further away at the same time. She wondered if he would mind her raiding his medicine cabinet to look for some pain killers.
She stood back up slowly and looked around for her clothes, remembering belatedly that hers were back in the living room. She padded quietly out to the living room and found her panties as she walked in, next to his tee shirt and she pulled them both on. His shirt was large enough on her to reach mid-thigh. Stupid tall people she mumbled to herself.
Her throat suddenly felt parched the closer she got to the kitchen. Maybe breakfast could wait in favor of water. She grabbed a glass from the drying rack next to the sink and filled it with cool water. She took a slow sip and pressed the glass against her forehead, savoring the cool liquid against her throbbing head. She leaned back against Duke’s counter and finally opened her eyes and seeing a flash of red in her peripheral view. Tikki! Tikki would surely know his name right?
“Tikki,” she whisper shouted looking around for where she had seen the flash earlier and moving into the living room. She nearly tripped over her pants and decided she might as well pull those on. She was not anticipating sleeping with him again this morning. She was going to be responsible, damn it. Maybe after a date... if he even wanted to start a relationship. This might have been all he wanted. She groaned and started pulling her pants on, cursing sober her for designing such tight, hard to get on pants. Sober her was an inconsiderate bitch. “Tikki!” she growled out, slightly louder this time.
Tikki appeared next to her with a strained smile. “Hey, Marinette. How are you feeling today?”
“Like crap. Any ancient remedies you’d like to pass on?” Tikki gave her an apologetic look and shrugged. Marinette narrowed her eyes at her and poked her in the belly. “I don’t believe for a second you haven’t some across something in the last few million years, some magic potion you could conjure up. You just want me to suffer so I’ll learn a lesson. Joke’s on you. I refuse to learn from this and you can’t make me!” She stuck her tongue out at the kwami and crossed her arms over her chest.
Tikki rolled her eyes. “Marinette, you’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being hungover,” she grumbled picking up the glass of water again to take another soothing sip. “Oh, actually, there is one thing I’d like to learn. I don’t suppose you picked up on his name, by any chance, did you?” She made her way back to her water as she waited for Tikki to answer.
“I believe I may have heard the name ‘Dick’ screamed a few…” she trailed off when she noticed Marinette wasn’t listening anymore, which wouldn’t be that concerning considering her current state but she had started breathing harder. “Marinette? Marinette, what’s wrong?” She flew in front of Marinette to get her focus back on Tikki.
Tikki followed her line of sight to the kitchen counter, more specifically, a massive piles of weapons on the kitchen counter. “That’s… that’s a lot of weapons, Tikki,” Marinette stuttered out breathlessly. “Why… why would he need that many weapons?” Her mind started racing. Oh God, she was in Gotham. The crime capital of the world. Why did she think she would end up with a good guy instead of a villain? This was a cosmic curse.
“Maybe he likes to be able to protect himself from villains?” Tikki offered weakly. “There is a lot of crime here. It makes sense that he would need to protect himself.”
Marinette nodded absentmindedly. She reached out to the knife slightly separated from the rest, staring at it with her full focus like a spell had been cast and she couldn’t look away. She was Aurora and this was her spinning wheel.
She had almost touched it when she heard a thump from the bedroom. She squeaked in surprise and dropped the glass of water, suddenly broken from the spell. Her heart was beating wildly and her mind racing with the sudden shift. She looked around frantically and made the split second decision to run. She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t know who or what he was, but the miraculous, Tikki, was too important to risk. She couldn’t hesitate. She needed to protect Tikki.
She ran to the door in a stupor. She yanked the door open and ran out without looking behind her, leaving the door to close on its own. But, just before the door closed, she pushed it back open a crack to reach in and grab her shoes. She was scared not stupid. She wasn’t going to run down the Gotham streets without shoes on. This time she made sure the door was closed behind her. After all, she might be wrong and he could be a good guy… who has his own armory in his kitchen, and she didn’t want him to get robbed because she left his door open. She closed it with more force than she intended in her haste.
Dick snapped his head to the direction of his kitchen when he heard a crash and immediately regretted it, cradling his head in his hands to let the blood settle even as he stood up to pull on his underwear and rush out into his living room, well walk fastish. That was the best he could manage under the circumstances. He was positive that was his front door. Had Marinette left? He looked around his apartment and finally pulled open his door to look in his hallway. Huh… he frowned. He had thought there was a connection there, more than just a one night stand, but she must have disagreed.
He walked back toward his living room but yanked his foot up with a sudden pain. He pulled it up to his chest to examine the source of the pain. He pulled out a sliver of glass and looked back down to the floor. He furrowed his brow in confusion at the shattered glass on the floor. He was not nearly sober enough to clean up that mess right now. He grabbed a paper towel and hopped to his couch, collapsing on it.
He held the paper towel to his cut and laid his head on the back of the couch to try to ease his headache. He squirmed in the seat trying to get comfortable but something was poking into him. He reached behind him and pulled out Marinette’s bra. He stared at it. She left without her bra? She must not have been able to find it… here on the couch… out in the open… He furrowed his brow. He supposed she might have been in a hurry and didn’t look that hard.
He scanned the room and saw her shirt strewn across the arm of his chair. That was harder to explain. There was no way she had missed her shirt unless something had happened or she hadn’t even bothered looking. Something that made her drop a glass and leave her clothes behind. He just needed to figure out if he should try to find out what that something was. She had left without saying anything for a reason… but it seemed like something happened to make her run. And if he was being honest with himself, he really, really wanted to see those smiling eyes again. And if she was in danger… He reached out and grabbed the shirt, studying it as though it might give him some answers, missing the flash of red that flew over a building across the street.
Chapter 4
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#maribat#Dickinette February#dickinette#platonic jasonette#platonic adrienette#Hope on Board#Knocked Up AU#prompt - spell/potion
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Headcanons for being Natasha Romanoff’s child
Natasha Romanoff x child!reader
warnings:
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a HC for being Natasha's daughter? I think you haven't done it ^^ In love with your work btw ;)”
natasha saved you from a terribly cruel family that worked alongside HYDRA, they didn’t care much for you
she decided to take you in since she knew you couldn’t have a normal life after all that you’d already been through at such a young age
“think it’d be okay if you came home with me, sweetheart?”
you were happy to have a nice person in your life
she took off work for a while to help you settle in
natasha wished that she had a loving family growing up, or just anyone to support her
so this was how she was going to make it up
“do you want to talk about anything?”
“when dad was alive he hurt people. i didn’t like the sound of it”
her heart broke hearing such a young child have to be affected by something like that
she made sure you knew how much she loved you
you called her “miss nat” for a while
take your child to work day!!!!
she took you to SHIELD HQ
you LOVED IT you wandered off and watched other ppl work
“agent romanoff, why is your child on agent coulson’s shoulders” -fury
“my child loves to feel like their flying”
“alright, you make a fair point”
nick called you “litte agent” which sparked your inspiration to become a spy like natasha
“miss nat, i wanna be a spy when i grow up!”
“you do? well, you can do that if it’s what you really want”
you suddenly switched from “miss nat” to “momma nat” and she had to backtrack for a minute
“what did you call me?” she was BEAMING omg
“...momma”
she gave u momma bear kisses
over the years, you taught yourself the ways of an agent and a spy, asking momma nat for a few pointers here and there
also uncle clint offered to give you some help
“yeah, kid, just point and shoot”
“clint, i said ‘self defense’ classes, not ‘the most effective ways to murder someone’ classes”
“they go hand in hand, nat, you know this”
“what if i was wanting to teach them myself?”
“well, do you?”
*pulls him aside* “as a birthday present”
you really did well during any sort of training
guess you just take after your mom
when you were old enough, you applied to SHIELD (under y/n l/n instead of y/n romanoff) and passed every test that was thrown your way
“you’re a natural, l/n”
“thanks, i learned from the best”
you wanted to earn respect on your own, so you didn’t tell anyone your relationship with nat
and anyone who did know you before knew not to say anything about it
it was also a good move bc it put a target on your backs if any of your enemies discovered you were family, you’d rather not share bad guys
✨the avengers thought you were awesome✨
“y/n, you are so much cooler than your mom”
“say it again and i’ll dislocate your shoulder!” :)
clint is so entertained by you
tony just loves messing w you
“baby spider in the house!”
“spider? where? shall i kill it?” -thor
“no, thor, we’re just teasing y/n”
“do not joke about spiders, stark. one day, i may not answer your cries because i’ll figure you’re just joking”
“that got serious fast”
nat forgets youre grown sometimes
so she gets all protective of you and then goes 😳 when you kick someones ass for yourself
that’s her kiddo!!
getting thrown into the midst of a few avenger battles
but handling yourself pretty well if i do say so myself
nat hugged you a lot when you were a kid and she still does now
only longer bc she doesn’t like letting go often
“mom? you okay?”
“i just wanted a hug is all”
“oh, okay”
when u hug her back she remembers exactly why she chose to become a mother
she wanted to show you that love still exists in this world, even if you’re not shown it immediately
become sort of a role model/mentor to newer, younger avengers
i mean, wanda was about your age, so she asked you often what it was like to be so young and work as an avenger
you told her that when you’re given a life like this, your age doesn’t matter out in the field. it’s your choices that matter. once you begin to learn the ways of a team like this and you gain each other’s respect, that’s all there is to it
“your mother is the black widow?”
“that she is, mom first, widow second”
PETER PETER PETER
he fanboyed over you so hard when he met you and he had so many questions it never ended
“okay, so first: how do you do it? be so cool as a kid?”
“you take a deep breath and kick some ass”
“better advice than anything mr. stark has ever said to me—don’t tell him i said that please!”
you swore to secrecy
mother/daughter spy missions bc that’s AWESOME
choosing steve’s side in CW and honestly making her very proud of you
going on the run w her and team cap
which made for some very interesting memories
“mom, sam hid the tv remote from me”
“take the widow’s bite and give him a little shock so that he’ll budge”
“thanks! love you!”
big runaway family <3
“i like the new look, mom”
“yeah, i thought blonde might be pushing it but i guess it all worked out in the end”
rogue avengers -> avengers once more
well, those of you who were left
after most of your friends passed in the snap, you and your mom were more attached than ever, she felt like she would die if the two of you separated
sooner or later, it was time to fix past mistakes and go back in time
“i’ll see you in a minute, y/n, be careful” *forehead kiss*
“i will.”
and that was the last time you ever saw her
you ran into clints arms and sobbed
“i’m so sorry, y/n. i tried to stop her. she told me to tell you she loved you and she’s so proud of you”
if that wasn’t bad enough, you were attacked by another thanos and you fought with all your might
“is y/n okay?”
“just let them fight, they need this”
finally, the fighting was over and the avengers were triumphant, but at what cost?
tony’s funeral was held before nat’s
but natasha’s was bittersweet
and every week you bring flowers to her memorial site
the world wont forget her name
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baby birds
baby birds. ❘ stanley uris x reader.
summary: in which stanley finally breaks and distances himself from the loser’s group. the reader finds him alone and helps him cope to feel better.
warning: lots of fluff. <3
contains: slight mentioning of insecurities.
* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 15 years old in this one-shot.
~ 2.4k words.
it's been a couple of days since stanley showed up at the loser's clubhouse and the group was getting anxious. the curly haired teen always showed up after school when the group wanted to hang out. recently, he's made excuses for the past three times they've all hung out though.
"where's stan the man at?" mike broke the silence, uncrossing his legs and getting up from the couch to sit by bill instead. previously, he had been sitting with y/n and beverly. somehow but not before banging it around a few times and ben having to fix the walls, they managed to get the couch inside one weekend.
it was a hand-me down from the denbrough's garage. only deemed safe and clean after eddie tore it apart. the cushions and pillows were shampooed, as well as, a finishing touch of spray downs with two cans of lysol.
"maybe ed's mom is cheating on me and he's with her right now?" richie snickered, glancing up at the others from the hammock to see all of them unamused and letting out groans.
in his hand was the newest comic and for the past couple of minutes he'd been browsing through it. although, the tozier teen was not completely paying attention since he was mesmerized with eddie's face. the sunlight peeked through the wooden cracks and all of the asthmatic boy's freckles dusted perfectly along his skin.
the shorter boy was talking with bill who sat a few feet away from them and overheard the lanky boy's comment through mid-conversation. in return, he leaned over from the other side of the hammock and smacked richie's arm. "don't call me eds! how many times do i have to tell you that? also, i already have a nick name and it's eddie."
he swatted eddie's arm away and of course dramatically rubbed his arm a few times. with another occasional adjustment made to his coke-bottle glasses, richie pouted and put his arms up in exaggeration. "oh right sorry about that eddie spaghetti. but i don't know then. y/n?" he asked, automatically assuming you had answers about the curly haired teenager’s whereabouts.
beverly was in the middle of braiding y/n's hair and rolled her eyes. she let go of your strands and quickly smoothed them out. this was making you able to turn face-forward instead of the current side-ways position on the couch that you now only shared with her.
before reacting to the richie's remark, you gave beverly a sympathetic smile. an awfully long minute went by before you finally acknowledged tozier. he was still cackling though and everyone, including you, could tell it was full of nervousness.
"seriously, richie? i've talked to stanley just as much as the rest of you the last couple of days." you stated with a glare then shrugged before leaning back against the couch cushions.
"y-yeah, just bec-cause y/n and stan a-are love b-birds doesn't m-mean they keep tab-bs on each other all t-the time. ri-ight guys?" bill smirked.
beverly immediately put a hand over her mouth to contain the giggles threatening to spill out. she risked her luck and turned to gaze in your direction but you were already taking note of this with an eyebrow raised.
"are you alright there, beverly?" ben asked out of concern. because of her skin complexion, her face was easily able to turn bright red. he hasn't been paying much attention to the conversation with being zoned out into another good story. hanscom's face had been happily stuffed into an interesting book from the library.
"i'm sorry! sorry, it's just stanley and birds. good one bill!" she stumbled over her words from laughter. after a moment of hearing beverly and richie snickering together, like they were high, the others couldn't help but start hollering and whistling too.
"yep, laugh it up. glad to be of service for the jokes of today." shouting playfully which only caused a channeling of an inner-richie. you grabbed the couch arm for balance and stood up. they watched as you bowed twice then sat back down like the tozier teen would have been doing if he were the one in this situation.
the group would always tease you and stan. this causing the both of you to always blush in result and look anywhere in the room but each other while full of embarrassment.
the crazy thing was that what they said was true. neither of you wanted to admit first though and it was just another daily topic for the group. the other six members wished one of you would just open up and discuss the feelings you two bottled inside. no use still and after months of teasing, you nor stanley backed down yet.
"does anybody know where he'd be at right now?" mike paused to take a glimpse at his watch then added, "at four-thirty? he wouldn't go home so soon yet with his dad being off today."
the group was silent, none knew and the fact you and stan had a secret spot was not common shared information either. you contemplated for a moment before thinking what the hell? and just spoke up with a reply before you could take it back. "yeah, in fact i do. i'll see you guys later."
to avoid their stares, you didn't dare catching their reactions. instead taking that time to lean over the side of the couch and grab your backpack from school, lazily putting the straps around your shoulders.
"see, what'd i tell you?" richie smirked, leaning over in the hammock towards bill for a high five who did not return it but had a grin of his own. ben placed a bookmark into the open pages to mark the spot he left off on. after this, he gave beverly a look. this expression was one similar eddie was giving to mike.
"see you later guys!" you bid farewell once more and climbed the clubhouse stairs to venture off. you stifled a chuckle as you started to walk away, hearing them all burst out mixed comments of confusion and excitement.
about thirty minutes of walking later, you reached the woods surrounding the quarry. there was a ridge in the rocks off to the side which lead to a path. one wouldn't notice it from afar without really inspecting the vicinity.
it was about half a mile and stan was usually there with a towel laid out and his back against one of the trees. a perfect crease-free bird book splayed out on top of his lap and a pair of binoculars in the teen's hands.
recently if stanley were home he'd be in his room. with a lock on his door, he laid while reading books front to back and cover to cover. which was probably what he did last night except, the perfectionist took his sweet ol' time. this was to memorize every picture of the birds and the facts about them that was printed across the crisp pages.
before doing anything, you adjusted the long sleeves of the black and white flannel tied around your waist. your chucks nervously toed in the dirt gravel and you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding. curiously studying stan after that and noticing your prediction wasn’t far off. it was actually almost spot on except the book was nowhere to be found.
"this seat taken?" you asked, pointing towards the empty spot on the towel next to him. the uris teen jumped a bit, probably zoned out on a bird that was perched on the branch a few trees away from where you and stan were.
he looked over to you, a smile gracing his face. "it is now." uris was never bothered by the fact you often crashed the private bird-watching hobby of his. you knew he enjoyed quiet time in complete silence besides the occasional birds chirping. this was how it was found out that you had taken a liking to often just sitting and relaxing with your favorite person.
you started to move quickly by placing your backpack down before either of you could change his mind. with your hands placed on the back of your tied flannel, you crouched down before finding a comfortable position to sit in. then reaching into the bag, you retrieved the water bottle to take a sip.
after putting it back away, you sneaked a peek at him and saw that he was already watching you. your face flushed and you quickly faced away. not wanting to make a big deal of it, you started a conversation instead.
"you ready to talk yet?" you questioned, not wanting to push him but had already gave him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. he was an over-thinker. you knew him so well that almost all of the time, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
he watched the bird in the binoculars once more. admiring the red and orange colorful feathers before setting it down on the other side of him. letting out a loud sigh, he pondered. "i don't know y/n. am i a disappointment to you?"
stan? stanley uris? you opened your mouth and closed it again quite speechless with disbelief. disappointment? why would the person who you think is the definition of perfect think that he is a disappointment?"
“no way bubs! never." you stated in the most serious tone you've ever used to reassure him. looking into his brown eyes you noticed a few golden flecks that always caught in the sunlight. stan was a beautiful person inside and out but y/n hoped that he knew that.
"are you sure?" he asked, sheepishly and glanced down at his hands. if stanley couldn’t look you directly into the eyes, there was definitely something wrong. you took this as a chance to open up some feelings of your own and grabbed his left hand with your right, interlocking the fingers.
his breath hitched at the sight and he observed your hands together. a pair that fit perfectly and he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought. being as you were still confused, he took this as an appropriate moment to peer up at your face but he caught your eye again instead.
stan felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. figuring he should just tell you sooner or later, he let you know. "uh, so ever since the bar mitzvah, my dad and i have been distant. i just feel like i’m his disgraced son and a failure all the time."
he half-whispered the whole thing. inside he was feeling so ashamed that he told you this with such a sad tone full of dejection. this was shocking, making you completely quiet for a few moments to process the explanation. the tears had won, prickling and slowly starting to glaze over his eyes. your heart was breaking into pieces at the sight.
"it's been like almost two years though? maybe he doesn't know how to go about the situation. you should just get to the bottom of it and confront him tomorrow stanny." suggesting with a soft smile on your lips.
“i don’t know about that y/n, but thanks.” he chuckled, subtly glancing at your lips before clearing his throat and looking away again. while he watched the area, you rested into the crook of his neck. on the towel between the two of you was your right hand still intertwined with his. your eyes flickered up to scan the tree trunks. you gasped loudly at the sight above and patted stanley’s arm to grab his attention.
the two of you watched the branches above closely, your fingers squeezing his tightly while watching in awe. a bird’s nest was leaned up against the trunk of tree. you and stanley sat in silence to witness it. being as it was so quiet now, the only sounds that could be heard were little chirps coming from it.
“is that baby birds?” you whispered excitedly. rubbing over his thumb with yours. he watched how your face softened in awe. truly appreciating that you enjoyed when he shared this specific hobby with you.
his eyes widened when he finally realized the feeling in his stomach. butterflies. probably a whole zoo full of them. that was how much he liked, no, loved you. he shook his head and snickered at the fact you had the decency to talk quietly. “no need to whisper, y/n/n. we’ve been talking out loud this whole time. so, they won’t leave.”
you giggled; a sound that made him feel all mushy inside. stan loved your laugh and knew that if you asked him to do anything right now that he would in fact do it. smoothly letting go of your hand, he moved it rub your shoulder in comfort.
this was until you felt him slowly replacing the position of his fingers and they were repositioned underneath your chin. tilting your head upwards gently, he whispered softly now. it was almost as if he was scared that if he raised his voice to much, it would ruin the moment. “is this okay?”
the curly haired boy looked into your eyes for reassurance and you stumbled over a response by his sudden rush of confidence. lost in shock by his brown and golden flecked eyes, all you could get out was chopped, raspy response. “of course, bubs.”
stanley leaned in slowly, still a bit afraid you would change your mind. proving him wrong you quickly followed to meet him halfway. his lips finally brushed against yours and you felt his hand rub along your cheek with such delicacy. you scooted closer so you could easily put your hand in stan’s hair and massage his curls. he let out a small moan and smiled into the kiss.
before he pulled away slightly to let the two of you breathe, he rubbed your cheek once more. you kissed both corners of his lips and then his nose. a sweet laugh falling from his lips at the gestures.
you grabbed his hand again, playfully sizing them together and he watched. casually asking, “so do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“of course, i’d love to stanny!” grinning you leaned in to peck his lips once more but it turned into a small passionate kiss instead. after you both pulled away again, he questioned with a smirk. “should we tell the others, babylove?”
you let out a small hum, as if you were thinking of an answer. though, you broke the act with a smirk. one that he caught and snickered already knowing how this was going to go.
it wasn’t a hard decision, seeing as you felt like returning a little pay back of your own from all of the teasing. so, your response was simple. “nope. let’s see how long it takes for them to figure it out.”
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