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Hello everybody! This playthrough is finally starting, and with it goes my sanity. I am playing on DS (French version but you will probably never see photos of it), mobile (UK version, I might sometimes give screenshots), and emulator for the Japanese “Friendly” version, of which I will provide the most footage.

The “Friendly” version is a re-release of the first DS games which added the furigana to the text, made all weekly puzzles available from the start instead of locking them out as downloadable content, and perhaps had a few other features I am not aware of. I only realised once I reached the title screen that this was not technically the original, but oh well. When I compared the DS, non-“Friendly” version of London Holiday with its mobile re-release version, the differences were completely anecdotic (the kanji 言 replaced with its hiragana spelling twice, and hint coins being renamed from ヒントメダル to ひらめきコイン, their current name); so I hope that the differences will be just as minor, because I unfortunately do not have the means currently to check them.

Major disclaimer:

I DO NOT SPEAK JAPANESE. KEEP THAT IN MIND. All my conclusions are based on what little stuff I know here and there about the language, but I am not at all a reliable reference in the subject. If you can speak Japanese, then please do feel free to correct me anytime, add details I forgot, etc. Thank you!

Important Note:

In the Japanese version, puzzles are consistently referred to as 「ナゾ」 (pronounced “nazo”), while 「ナゾトキ」 (pronounced “nazotoki”) will usually refer to the act of solving such a puzzle. Both expressions are written in katakana, which is in Japanese a way to emphasise words (kind of like italics, if you will). Normally, you would expect to find both expressions written as 「謎」 and 「謎解き」, but the fact that they are written in katakana instead will be interpreted here as “the characters are talking about something similar, but distinct from the original meaning of these expressions.” In other words, not all puzzles are the same, and a distinction must be made between simple riddles or mysteries, and 𝓹𝓾𝔃𝔃𝓵𝓮𝓼™.

I will try to consistently translate 「ナゾ」 as “puzzle” all throughout, and will use any other word if the Japanese version did not use this specific magic word (e.g. if the Japanese version uses the regular spelling 「謎」 instead of the katakana spelling). Therefore, when characters use the word 「ナゾ」, I will consider that they are talking about something far more specific than simply a “mystery.”

Why do I emphasise on such a nitpick? Because a big part of this lore analysis… is to try to define what a “puzzle” even is to begin with.

In this post and the future ones, if you find screenshots which have coloured text, the rule is basically this: red if it’s a “puzzle”, blue if it has a similar meaning but is not the same type of “puzzle” as the one we are most interested in.

Anyway. Digression aside, let’s get started!

HD Version only: The Extra Cutscene

I don’t have all that many things to say about it, since you can watch it on Youtube just fine and the Japanese version doesn’t have much to say that the English translations don’t say as well. Still, just a few things:

Layton has packed a very small suitcase, while Luke has filled the trunk of the Laytonmobile to the brim. Could it be that after Last Specter, Miracle Mask and especially Azran Legacy, Luke is expecting to have yet another long journey? After all, it is just around the very beginning of August, so he’s probably on summer vacations (and that is assuming he isn’t homeschooled anyway during the rest of the time; he definitely was during the time they were travelling around the world in the Bostonius).

Layton, on the other hand, does not seem to expect to stay in St. Mystere for long; but then again, we are talking about the man who, about three years earlier, went off to Misthallery without even packing anything and ended up having to stay there for a few days. (Speaking of… neither did Emmy, for that matter.)

Also, I could analyse the fact that in order to reach St. Mystere, they crossed the Thames, and that thanks to Diabolical Box, we know the approximate location of Gressenheller within London (~9 Earlham St., Westminster); however, I will not do that, because DearestHershel already made a video entirely dedicated to locating St. Mystere using these exact points and others, and I do not disagree with his conclusions.

Letter from Luke to the Player

🇯🇵 親愛なる友人｛プレーヤー｝　へ 🗺️ To my dear friend, {Player}, 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 To my dear friend, {Player},

🇯🇵 ボクたちが、あの日、あの町で体験したことは、誰にもいえない秘密になってしまったんだ。なぜなら、これは… 🗺️ What we experienced that day in that town has become a secret that we can’t tell anyone. This is because… 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 The things we saw that day in the village became a secret we would have to keep from everyone for the rest of our lives. Because, you see…

Nerd talk aside, I would personally consider this letter to not be canon in-universe, notably because Luke specifically states that he will never divulge the secret of St. Mystere… only to proceed to do exactly that in his letter. Also because of the fact that this letter being canon would imply that someone sharing the Player’s name exists in the Laytonverse and that Luke knows them well enough to want to share details of his cases to them, including this one.

Whether you decide to make your personal self-insert character canon or not, this still raises the question of just how many people are aware of what transpired in St. Mystere. Layton and Luke seemingly decided to not tell anything to anyone at all in order to protect Flora; Bruno and the inhabitants of St. Mystere have been aware of pretty much everything for years (perhaps less so in the case of the robots) and will keep doing their thing; and Don Paolo is quite unlikely to tell anyone either due to the fact that pretty much every plan he had for the town, its treasure, and its robots, ended in failure (and also, depending on how we interpret his character, he would also keep the secret for Flora’s sake).

And yet, there is something that has been bothering me for many years…

親愛なるレイトン教授へ

あれから数か月になりますが、教授、お元気ですか？一緒に仕事をしている仲間からレイトン教授が遺産相続騒動を解決したという話を耳にして思わず手紙を書いてしまいました。

タージェントから世界を救ったあのレイトン教授が単なる遺産相続のナゾトキの依頼を引き受けるなんて。まさか…と思いましたが、ナゾには目がない教授ですし、きっと知的好奇心を刺激される不思議な出来事だったんでしょうね。

Dear Professor Layton,

It’s already been months since then, hasn’t it? I hope you’re well. When I heard from my colleagues that Professor Layton had resolved an inheritance dispute, I couldn’t help but write a letter.

I couldn’t believe that the same Professor Layton who saved the world from Targent accepted the simple request of solving an inheritance puzzle! But since you always have a penchant for puzzles, it must have been a curious case and quite the intellectual workout.

This letter was written by Emmy Altava and was revealed in the Japan-exclusive Azran Legacy art book (For the translation, I borrowed the one made by @the-azran-legacies for the general style, but took the liberty of altering a few words when I felt like their translation was deviating a bit too much from the original text). Needless to say… If only at first glance, this is an issue. Not only did Emmy hear of the case, but she also heard of it from her journalist coworkers? Well, then again: perhaps what should be said here was that Layton did indeed talk about the case to the media (reluctantly so), but left it at “We solved an inheritance dispute in a remote village, it was boring, nothing to see here.” And perhaps the reason Emmy heard of it from her coworkers was either because Layton had not solved a single case between AL and CV, or because this case was simply a “really, there is nothing to see here, I promise” and some journalists are not buying it.

PS: Wild ass theory. In the original trilogy, Luke isn’t writing his letters to “the player.” He’s writing them to Emmy. And in the case of Curious Village, Emmy received Luke’s letter some time after she sent Layton her own. After all, did you know that while CV, DB and UF all start with Luke writing a letter to someone, there is not a single letter to the player in the prequel trilogy games? In fact, perhaps we could even theorise that Luke only got Emmy’s address thanks precisely to the letter she sent to Layton? And he decided to write her a letter explaining her the whole story after he finally got news from her?

Cutscene #01

There is not much to say about the cutscene itself, apart from the fact that the country road they are taking leads to absolutely nowhere else (which is precisely what Puzzle #001 is about), and that aside from said narrow country road, there is not a single human-made element around them for miles. My 2018 past self had already emphasised on that, but St. Mystere is consistently described as being particularly isolated and secluded (due to the fact that it has only one exit, and that the crank being stolen later will close that only exit).

The Car Scene

Phew! We finally made it past the, um… first two lines of dialogue in the game after the mobile cutscene. Wow. This is going to be a long ride, isn’t it.

I will not give the entirety of the dialogue, but I will show the parts that caught my attention:

🇯🇵 …２ヶ月前、資産家、アレン・ラインフォード氏が亡くなった。 🗺️ …Two months ago, the wealthy Allen Rhineford passed away. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Two months ago, Baron Augustus Reinhold passed away. 🇯🇵 その後、彼の遺言状が開示されたが、そこには、実に興味深い内容が記されていた。 🗺️ Later, his will was disclosed, and it contained some really interesting details. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Shortly after his death, his will was disclosed. The contents of it were fascinating, to say the least.

Baron Augustus Reinhold is actually named Allen Rhineford in the Japanese version, according to the romanised version of アレン・ラインフォード. Also, it is to be noted that the Japanese version does not seem to refer to him as a baron, at least not yet.

(EDIT: I mistakenly wrote it as Lineford, thinking that there was no official romanised version; however, there actually is one, and it is indeed Rhineford, not Lineford. The source is this Japanese wikipedia page, which gives the romanised names of the characters according to the Japanese version. My bad!)

He died two months earlier; or rather, his death was publicly announced two months earlier, as we will learn much later. Either case, the event Layton refers to took place more or less two months before the day they arrive in St. Mystere, which means that this would have happened around the end of May/beginning of June 1963.

🇯🇵 …我が一族の家宝、「黄金の果実」をこの町のどこかに隠してある。 🗺️ …My family's heirloom, the "Golden Fruit," is hidden somewhere in this town. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 "The Reinhold family treasure, the Golden Apple, is hidden somewhere within this village. 🇯🇵 「黄金の果実」を探しあてた者に、私が所有するすべての遺産を相続させる… 🗺️ Whoever finds the "Golden Fruit" will inherit all of my property… 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 To whomever successfully locates this treasure, I offer the whole of my estate."

Fun fact: the original Japanese version refers to the Golden Apple as 「黄金の果実」, meaning Golden Fruit, rather than specifically an apple.

🇯🇵 遺言の内容を知った一族の者たちは、その「黄金の果実」を、先を争うように探した。 🗺️ The members of the family, who knew the contents of the will, scrambled to find the "golden fruit". 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Naturally, those who attended the reading of the will immediately set out in search of the Golden Apple. 🇯🇵 しかし、結局、誰も見つけることはできなかった。 🗺️ However, in the end, no one was able to find it. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 But in the end, everybody came back empty handed. 🇯🇵 そもそも、そんな家宝があったなんてことを誰ひとり聞いたことがなかったという。 🗺️ In the first place, no one had ever heard of such a family heirloom. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 It turns out that no one had even heard of such a treasure existing until its mention in the will.

The Japanese version specifies “family members,” while the English translation is more general—which could have implied that other unrelated people might have been present during the reading of the will (or at least, that is how I have interpreted it for years). It is a nitpick, since we are probably few to imagine that people from outside St. Mystere would have actually been present during the reading, if you think about it hard enough. But it is interesting to note that Layton is thus more or less saying here that the only people who bothered searching for the Golden Apple were the family members themselves, and that there is no clear mention of other outsiders coming to look for it.

If no outsider aside from Layton was warned, then this raises the question of just how Don Paolo came to hear about it in the first place… Current hypothesis is that he is stalking Layton and perhaps even reading his mail, simply put. There are dubious ways to read letters without opening them.

Did you notice that the scenery changes after Layton is finished explaining the basics of the case? It seems like the country road led them to go through a forest dense enough to block some of the sunlight. After Luke solves the puzzle, the background goes back to the brighter scenery.

🇯🇵 ああ。彼は莫大な財産をかけて、生涯最後のナゾを仕掛けたというわけだ。一体、何が目的なのかもわからない。 🗺️ Yes. He set up the last puzzle of his life with his vast fortune. I don't even know what the purpose is. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Quite. Augustus Reinhold staked his entire fortune just to create one more puzzle before his death.

Hey, would you look at that! ナゾ has been said in a dubious context, you know what this means. Take a shot everybody (I’m joking. Please don’t. Tea is amazing but there are health issues related to drinking too much of it).

Joke aside, there is something else to note: depending on how the sentence is read (I do hope someone who can speak Japanese could help clarify), Layton might be either saying that the baron staked his fortune on that “last puzzle,” or that he used said fortune to set up the puzzle in question—or, most likely, both, given the fact that we have another case of “ok perhaps this isn’t magic but you literally have to be the richest person on Earth to pull this off” on our hands.

Additionally, in the Japanese version exclusively, Layton has this additional line: “I don’t even know what the purpose [behind the treasure hunt] is.” This line was most likely removed from the translations due to the lack of space.

In fact, there was another instance in which the translations had no choice but to add another dialogue box and split Luke’s dialogue in two! This happened in this case:

🇯🇵 確かに先生とは気が合いそうですね。ところで、「黄金の果実」っていったい何なのでしょうか？ 🗺️ I’m sure he would have gotten along with you. By the way, what exactly is the “golden fruit”? [1|2] 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 It certainly sounds like you two would’ve gotten along, Professor! [2|2] 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 By the way, just what is this Golden Apple anyhow?

To be honest, I believe that splitting this dialogue into two different dialogue boxes makes more sense, since they are two vastly different sentences and lack a clear transition.

🇯🇵 宝石なのか、骨董品なのか、それもまたナゾだよ。実に興味深い。 🗺️ Is it a jewel or an antique, that is also a puzzle. Really interesting. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Some speculate it's a rare antique, while others say it could be a gem, yet its identity remains elusive. 🇯🇵 だけど、ルーク、私はこの一件に、他にも何かとてつもない秘密が隠されているような気がしてならないんだ。 🗺️ But, Luke, I can't help but feel that there are some other great secrets hidden in this case. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 But, Luke, I can't shake the feeling that this matter is linked to some larger mystery. Something huge.

So, have you noticed? The English translations have failed to account for the fact that Layton used the magic word in order to describe the nature of the Golden Apple. Just thought I would let you know, it would be a shame to forget to take a shot :p

Oh, and speaking of removing an important “puzzle” magic word through the translation, we have another one just a bit ahead:

🇯🇵 このナゾトキをラインフォード夫人に依頼されただけさ。 🗺️ I was commissionned by Mrs. Rhineford to do this puzzle solving. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Augustus Reinhold's wife, Lady Dahlia, has asked me to investigate the situation.

Anyway. Layton “can’t shake the feeling” that there is a lot more to the Golden Apple puzzle than a simple treasure hunt. But what could possibly lead him to this feeling? Well… the fact that St. Mystere is so isolated, that the Golden Apple would be an heirloom whose existence is unknown to the members of the family which is supposed to own it, even the fact that Lady Dahlia Reinhold would contact him specifically, perhaps… are some ever so slightly peculiar details, I suppose. Not to mention, perhaps, one thing related to the map puzzle, depending on how the puzzle lore goes. All this is not necessarily enough to truly raise the red flags just yet, but enough to spark some curiosity and suspicion.

🇯🇵 先生、なんだかはりきってますね。考古学者でありながら、どんなナゾでも解決する名探偵、 🗺️ Professor, I'm kind of excited. The great detective who can solve any puzzle while being an archaeologist, 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 This is all so exciting! 🇯🇵 エルシャール・レイトン、さっそく現場へ急行ってわけですね！ 🗺️ Hershel Layton, rushed to the scene immediately! 🇺🇸 I hope St. Mystere is ready for the famous archeologist and puzzle-solving detective, Hershel Layton! 🇬🇧 I hope St Mystere is ready for the famous archaeologist and puzzle-solving detective, Hershel Layton!

Come on, Luke, you have seen much harder puzzles than this. Though, if I were to open a map and see this blatantly not-to-scale drawing instead, I too would have at least a little moment of surprise.

So… This is when the crazy talk really starts getting in. What are your thoughts? Luke is evidently shocked just at the mere sight of it, so I fear that the Doylist explanation “Luke actually is holding a regular map, it’s just that the players are shown the puzzle instead” seems out of the table. Somehow, Luke is able to take this paper, solve the puzzle on it, and deduce from this drawing real life directions for what is for him, currently, the middle of nowhere.

Strange, really strange… It is almost as if the drawing itself were less the key to figuring out the real life directions to take, and rather a gatekeep preventing whoever looks at it from accessing the true map until the puzzle is solved.

Hm? Ah, don’t mind me, I was just rambling. I have not seen enough evidence in this particular instance yet, so the hypothesis that Luke would be surprised less by the fact of seeing a puzzle, and more by the fact that he would find a puzzle that would do Lady Dahlia’s bidding, is at this stage baseless conjecture. I will just keep this little bit of speculation in the back of my mind and see if more evidence to confirm it shows up later, under similar but different circumstances. (Spoiler alert: it does happen regarding the puzzle lore, and it is even crazier than I expected.)

🇯🇵 その地図を解読しないと町には着けないらしい。 🗺️ It seems that you can't get to the town without deciphering this map. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Lady Dahlia seems to have given us a test. We'll need to decipher this map in order to find the village. 🇯🇵 どうやら夫人は、私を試すつもりのようだ。 🗺️ It seems that she is going to test me. 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 She wants to see if we're capable of cracking the mystery surrounding the Reinhold fortune. 🇯🇵 私が遺産の謎を解ける人物かどうか…君はどう思う？　ルーク。 🗺️ I wonder if I'm the one who can solve the mystery of the inheritance... What do you think, Luke? 🇺🇸/🇬🇧 Care to give it a go, Luke?

Um. Ahem. Excuse me? That last sentence is quite intriguing, all the more so since it could have used the puzzle magic word, but decided to go with the regular kanji spelling instead. Funny how it was not translated at all in the English versions… I can imagine why, but that is still surprising. This sort of reminds me of the cryptic sentences Layton will sometimes say in the prequel trilogy for no reason other than to sound cool and cryptic.

Anyway. We FINALLY reached the first puzzle! Yayyyyy… oh, dear.

So, uh… You know what? I think I will leave the actual puzzle for another time. This post has already been WAY longer than I anticipated and I am exhausted x’D I would rather go back to it with a clearer mind rather than rush it.

And that is all! Just getting to the first puzzle has been quite the adventure, and trying to keep track of so many languages at once made things even worse. To be honest, in the future I will probably drop all languages other than Japanese and US + UK, including dropping French despite the fact that it is my mother language, because searching through the files is not a short task… and because I did not even get to show them here at all anyway, so this was pretty much extra work for nothing.

I guess I will go back to them one day if I ever make my archiving work public, but that will be the question for another time. For now, the website I made for CV is for local use only, because uploading it and its assets would be quite the hassle (not to mention “arguably illegal…?” I have no idea here).

In either case, the Italian, Spanish and German versions are certain to be dropped when I will move to other games. The European version of Curious Village contains the data for all languages at once, but starting from Diabolical Box onwards, this will no longer be the case; so unless I were to get the roms for all EU languages each time, I wouldn’t be able to do the datamining if I wanted to.

Still, speaking of languages! There is one last thing I would like to share, and that is a thorough comparison between the US and UK versions. Here goes!

The differences are either nonexistent or subtle most of the time, but as we can see, there are a few differences still. So… Should I refer to the US and UK versions as two different languages? One language and a half? Eh. Who knows. I have been treating them as two entirely separate languages so far, just to be thorough.

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poisonous-honey · 5 months

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Hello hello! I deleted some of my other blogs and will slowly re-upload the fics and drabbles I made here. I hated having everything separated, this is just my attempt to make navigation less confusing for me. Also, so I can tag everything properly from the beginning lol

Website Master list/To Be Uploaded

Mobile Friendly Version under the cut (Work In Progress. Some links won't work I think, I just copy-pasted from my other page)

Masterlist - Word Wall

Hello! You found the word wall :) I’m using this as both a master list to stay organized and to keep track of what I haven’t finished yet.

If there’s no link, it hasn’t been uploaded. If you can’t find it, it might be in a collection page. If it’s neither then send an ask, I forgot lmao.

Genshin

Honestly assume it’s SAGAU unless stated otherwise

3.3 Tier List Mayhem

Scaramouche- I guess you should say Wanderer, has finally been released, and you’ve used him all week. After you’ve basically drowned yourself in content surrounding him after the Sumeru Interlude Quest you feel an update to your tier list is in order

36-Stars Of Jealousy

After a year worth of grinding you’ve finally conquered it, but at the cost of Venti’s exclusion. He should be happy for you, but can’t break away from his seething jealousy and sadness.

Cats On Crack (Collection)

Luck never seems to be on your side. You always seem to end up helping other unlucky souls on their own journey, as if fate itself thought it was your job to be a substitute guardian angel. Maybe that’s why you find yourself standing in front of a group of cats protecting one of their injured. It doesn’t matter if it’s Lady Luck or the Goddess of Fate condemning you to this role, but you hope they step on a Lego Brick. (Not SAGAU)

The Cruel Act Of Breaking The World

They try their hardest to keep you entertained. To keep you within their realm of ones and zeros, so your immersion doesn’t fall, and their mind doesn’t shatter. They know their walls are fake and lives are merely code, but that doesn’t make seeing the out-of-bounds any less harsh.

Fontaine Is Committing Childe Slander FR

Childe’s treatment in the Fontaine Archon Quests puts you in a terrible mood

Garden Of Eden

The world has ended and there was nothing they could do about it. Xiao and Aether share a quiet moment in a sea of flowers. (God Reader || Not SAGAU || Reader Isn't Even Physically Present In It)

Genshin Is Crossing Over (Collection)

Where all the crossover fics are kept (i.e. The Venti Parable, Does Having Animal Ears Make You A Pokémon etc.)

Genshin Incorrect Quotes (Collection)

Silly and crack. Basically what the title says.

In The Abyss We Learn To Worship

Why does Childe seem to be your most devoted acolyte, even surpassing that of the Archons? (KINDA CULT AU (ALSO OLD))

Irodori Festival

Little blob!

Just Unbuilt, Or Am I Unwanted?

As you try to improve Xiao’s build for the 100th time, some of the others finally lose their patience

Losing Your 50/50

An ask by Coldbarbarianpeace!

Nahida’s Precious Tailor

The little lord of Sumeru calls upon your aid as she wishes for a wardrobe change.

Naming Wanderer Something Silly

An ask by Anonymous!

SAGAU Darling That’s Been To Other Games

What if for the SAGAU Darling doesn’t end up in Genshin first, but in a different game. Or maybe they were in multiple different games before they landed in Genshin. (HAS IMPOSTER AU IN IT (AND OLD))

Skipping Dialogue

What do the characters do when they find out you’re not paying attention?

Soul Crushing Guilt

The Knowledge That You’ve Been Controlling Real People With Thoughts And Feelings Has You At A Loss

Twins In SAGAU

For the self-aware Genshin AU there have been some slices where Darling has a twin and the twin either isn’t respected as much or in the villain au they’re treated as the imposter. That’s cool and all, but what if the twin worked for Mihoyo (OLD)

Why Are Their Designs So Complicated???

You thought Kaveh would be an easier character to draw. At a glance, his outfit is much simpler than a majority of the casts, so you thought he’d be a safe pick for fanart. How wrong you were.

(18+)

Honkai Star Rail

Losing Your 50/50

An ask by Coldbarbarianpeace!

#Pois.Posts #i just need to remember when i wrote all of it #some are easy to guess #some not so much unfortunately #might've done me good to write the dates down before i deleted everything #:qiqi-has-fallen:#Since my blog theme is freaking out and I remembered they don't even work on the app anyway #I'm adding this here so my to-do list is still accessible #masterlist

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donald4spiderman · 2 years

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SAY IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE

peter isn’t sure if you have a crush on him and it’s driving him insane. cue a whole lot of advice seeking, elaborate plans, and confusing romance.

mcu!peter x avenger!fem!reader

tw: mutual pining, kissing, sexual innuendos, crack because the rest of the avengers are there so obviously everyone is crazy, also this is not proofread sorry not sorry

a/n: if anyone could word count this for me pls comment it below. i am curious to know . i wrote this on the mobile app so i can’t do it. PLEASE REBLOG

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TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN TONY STARK RECRUITED YOU TO JOIN THE AVENGERS, Peter assumed not much in his life would change. He and the rest of the avengers were looking forward to having a new super-hero friend to fight evil alongside, but that’s about it. He was familiar with your success as the (somewhat controversial) vigilante named Slayer—with enhanced fighting abilities, super strength, and physical resistance to weapons. But nothing, and Peter means nothing, could’ve prepared him for meeting you person-to-person.

He remembers his first interaction with you with perfect clarity, mostly because of how utterly embarrassing it was for him. Peter has attempted to forget every detail about his horrible first impression, but it remains burned into the forefront of his mind.

The Avengers awaited your arrival impatiently, crowded near the main elevator. Tony alerted everyone that the you were headed up to meet everyone. Peter was really excited, but decided to linger behind Natasha and Wanda. He heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open, but couldn’t see you over Thor and Steve as you entered the compound.

“Everyone,” Mr. Stark announced, “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a.k.a Slayer.”

“Hey, guys.” you greeted. “It’s so amazing to meet all of you in person. I’m so excited to be joining The Avengers.”

Steve and Bucky were the first to welcome you. Peter could only imagine the flashy smirks and dazzling charm they were entertaining you with.

“Steve Rodgers, Captain America.”

“Bucks Barnes, Winter Soldier.”

You shook both of their hands firmly, sizing them up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Next was Sam, who was much more friendly, offering you a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. Thor was kind and courteous, shaking your hands as well. Then, Natasha and Wanda approached you, and your smile widened, relieved to be in the company of the female avengers. Both the girls gave you hugs and compliments on your outfit.

“This is so crazy!” you gushed to the girls, “I’m so excited to be working with you two!”

“We’re beyond excited,” Wanda smiled. “We’ve always complained that there’s way too many guys living here.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested. You all laughed.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to say hi. He was already nervous at the mere though of having to introduce himself to someone. But now that the rest of the team cleared to the side, he could see your face clearly, and suddenly, his brain stopped functioning.

Your eyes dazzled beneath the dim light of the compound, lips curled into a welcoming grin. Your hair was stunning, yet effortless. The few photos he’s seen if you in actions in the tabloids didn’t do you justice. Everything about you appeared confident, assertive, and experienced, despite you being around Peter’s age—it made him feel even more inadequate in comparison. Your strong frame was only highlighted by your classic, metallic blue suit. He couldn’t tear eyes away from you.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” you stuck your hand out in front of Peter, who was frozen in place, “it’s so cool to meet the real Spider-Man. I’ve always been a big fan.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed in a panic, “me too!”

He heard faint chuckles (most likely from Bucky and Sam) from behind him. You giggled too, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re a big fan of yourself?”

His jaw dropped. “H-huh? W-what? No?! I just meant-I’m not-“

You interrupted his sputtering, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time, Spider-Man.”

“Peter,” he mumbled quietly, completely humiliated and somewhat defeated, “it’s Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his arm until it rested at your side.

“Alright!” Mr. Stark interrupted the awkward interaction, clapping his hands together. “Thank god whatever that was is finally over. Let me show you to your suite, (Y/N).”

You nodded towards Tony, turning back to smirk at Peter, “See you later.”

“S-see you, uhm, later,” he stammered, watching you walk away until you disappeared around the corner.

He could feel everyone else’s eyes on him, stifling their laughter until you were far enough away not to hear.

“What was that?!” Steve howled, cackling so hard he was gasping for air. “Have you never talked to a woman before?”

“Shut up,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Zip it, boys,” Wanda ordered, rolling her eyes at them as they laughed, “she seemed to like him.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agreed, “I think (Y/N) was flirting with him.”

Peter’s face perked up at Natasha’s observation. We’re you really flirting with him? Is that how people flirt?

“No way,” Sam declared, “have y’all seen her? No offense, Parker, but she’s a total bombshell.”

“Like you know anything about women,” Wanda snarled, focused on comforting Peter.

He groaned dejectedly, face falling into his palms, “I really don’t know what happened! I just...shut down? I’m awkward, but i’ve never been that awkward! Oh god...”

“Trust me,” Natasha consoled, “I’ve had interactions with men a thousand times worse than that. She won’t hold it against you. Plus, she seems into the whole dorky thing you got going on. You’ll be fine.”

Peter recalls his horrible first impression daily, but Natasha and Wanda ended up being right. After your first month being on the team and living at the compound, you seemed to forget about Peter’s mishap. In fact, you approached him constantly, asking him to play games or hang out with you. Thanks to your efforts, Peter grew more comfortable around you, and the two of you became best friends.

Being best friends with you doesn’t change the fact that he’s still incredibly entranced by both your beauty and personality to the point where he makes a total fool out of himself. It doesn’t help that you have a spunky attitude, often flirting with him to make him flustered. In the two years he’s known you, Peter hasn’t been figured out if you’re into him, or just messing with him.

It’s Saturday, which means it’s “(Y/N) and Peter’s Movie Night” as you so affectionately call it. Every Saturday night, you and Peter cuddled up on the couch in one of the many living rooms with popcorn, a dozen blankets, and tissues (hey, you liked to watch some depressing movies). It’s a nice and simple break from all the training and fighting the two of you do as Avengers. Plus, it’s uninterrupted one-on-one time for Peter to spend with you.

“Alrighty,” you exclaim, jumping to sit on the couch cushion adjacent to him, “what shall we watch?”

“It’s up to you,” Peter states. “It’s not like you really give me a choice.” The last part of his sentence was mumbled beneath his breath, but you still heard it, gasping with feigned irritation.

“I see how it is,” you glare, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Fine. Since you have so many complaints, you can actually chose the movie this time.”

“Yes!” he triumphs, snatching the remote from you, unashamedly delighted, “we are watching Mean Girls!”

“Really? Not that I’m opposed to that choice, it’s just, I did not expect you to chose that movie.”

“Why? It’s a timeless classic. Name one other movie that has quotes so prevalent decades after its release.”

You pause for a moment. “Damn., I’m coming up empty. Alright, let’s hit it.”

Peter presses play, and as the visuals fade in, you snuggle up against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He swings his arm around your torso, pulling you in close. You hum with content.

You’re so happy Peter chose to watch Mean Girls; you’d almost forgotten how insanely funny it is. Every other moment has the both laughing so hard you cry.

“You remind me of Karen,” you say, watching as Peter’s face contorts into an offended expression.

“Excuse me?” he shrieks. “You know I’m an actual genius, right?”

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Karen is totally the funniest.”

“But she’s dumb! I’m not dumb!”

“You sure about that?” you tease.

Peter pouts, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, smarty pants. At least she’s hot, just like you,” you nudge him in his ribs as he blushes.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a very good-looking dude,” you give him a pointed look, “say it—say that you’re hot.”

“N-no,” Peter stutters, thrown off by your steady stream of compliments, “I-I’m not.”

“I think you are, so say it. If you don’t I’ll beat you up, Peter Parker—swear to god.”

You think he’s hot?

“Fine!” he concedes, knowing that with your powers, you could very well win against him in a fight, “I’m...hot?”

“Say it like you mean it!”

Peter takes a deep breath in before shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m hot!!!!”

You roll your eyes, tsk-ing him in a disappointed manner as you shake your head. “Wow, Parker. Way to be arrogant. So self centered.”

His face drops, “Oh my god. You are such an ass!”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him.

“N-no. Ugh, whatever,” he glances away, nervous under your stare, “let’s just get back to watching the movie.”

This is not an uncommon occurrence: you, flirting incessantly with Peter, who can’t do much besides sputter and blush profusely. It’s one of the factors that makes his friendship with you so confusing—he can never tell if your “platonic” actions teeter towards romantic.

It also doesn’t help that you flirt with him in front of the rest of The Avengers. And while, in theory, receiving compliments from a gorgeous girl should boost his social credit, it has the opposite effect on Peter. Not only is he teased by you, he’s also teased by the rest of his team, especially Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

For example, you have an obsession with complimenting his physique. If Peter ever wears a form fitting shirt—or no shirt at all—you’re quick to shower him with somewhat objectifying comments.

You sit atop the kitchen counter, legs dangling aimlessly as you converse with Sam and Bucky. Peter just finished his morning training, hair still damp from showering. Loosely fitted basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and the only item covering his torso is a towel slung over his shoulder.

“G’morning.” Peter yawns, fetching a mug from the cabinet.

You check him out shamelessly as he stretches his body out to reach the top, “Good morning, indeed,” you leer, smiling smuggly as Peter reveals a scattered rouge on his cheeks. “How was your workout?”

“G-good.” he replies, self conscious and suddenly aware of Sam and Bucky’s presence.

“Did you lift today?”

“Yeah. I did some sparring and technique with Natasha, then went to the gym after.”

You glance down at his biceps, “I can tell. You look extra vascular today.”

Sam snickers next to you, leaning in to Bucky as he observes you ogle Peter. “Vascular?!” he exclaims, “who the hell says vascular?”

“Me, Sam. I do,” you tut, “and it’s true. Working out increasing blood flow to the muscle which promotes size and vascularity.”

“Are we talking about biceps here—or a different kind of muscle, if you know what I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows, humored by his own joke.

You roll your eyes, “Grow up, idiots. You just wished I complimented you as much as I do Peter.”

“True, true,” Sam admits, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny to watch Parker get so wound up when you talk to him.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, “I have training in a few. Bye, Peter. And I’ll see you two idiots in hell.”

The three boys watch you walk away, Sam and Bucky immediately jumping at the opportunity to make fun of Peter once you leave their sights.

“You can relax. You’re girlfriend isn’t here anymore,” Bucky scoffs.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter huffs, glaring at him.

“She sure acts like it.”

Sam nods in agreement, “Yeah. When will the two of you just get together so the rest of us don’t have to watch you make a fool of yourself?”

“We’re just really good friends!” he exclaims, utterly frustrated. “Stop trying to make our friendship something that it’s not.”

“So you really don’t have any sort of romantic feelings for (Y/N)?” Bucky interrogates.

Peter ponders for a moment, “N-no. I don’t....right?”

He’s always harbored certain, unique feelings for you since your friendship began to bloom. He could never exactly pinpoint what they were, but Peter knows he’s never had another friendship quite like this; he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel.

Bucky bursts out laughing, “Oh my god! This is so funny! You totally have a crush on (Y/N)!”

“Shhhhh!” Peter hisses.“Could you be any louder?”

“Yes. Yes, I could,” he remarks, “but back to what you just said: you like (Y/N)—you like Slayer!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Peter’s never been more exasperated in his life, “I guess I always thought that maybe we would be good together, I don’t know? I’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t know how girls act when they like someone. Can you guys help me?”

“Wait, you want our help?” Sam asks, face resting in a satisfied smile.

“Yes? I just need help figuring this all out. A-and you guys definitely know more about dating and all that stuff than I do. Please?”

“Can we tell Steve, Wanda, and Natasha about this?”

“Fine,” Peter carps, “but don’t tell Mr. Stark. He he gets all weird and fatherly about this kind of stuff and I don’t want him worrying.”

“That won’t be an issue,” Sam smiles, “Tony already knows.”

With Natasha and Wanda on board, the boys essentially had direct intel into your deepest, darkest thoughts about Peter Parker. It was no secret that you were the closest with the girls (and Peter). Unfortunately, according to them, you had never mentioned anything out of the ordinary.

But, the two women were not satisfied by this. So, they crafted a plan to investigate further. It’s in the name of love, and all is fair is love and war, or whatever that stupid saying is.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Natasha and Wanda whispering to each other. They periodically glance over at you, waving their hands in the air as they converse in secrecy.

Eventually, the pair approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda says, Natasha following closely behind. “How are you?”

“The same as when you saw me an hour ago. Why?” your lips press into a tight line, unnerved by their suspicious behavior.

She smiles nervously, “We just have a really important question to ask you.”

“Okay...”

“What’s your dream guy?”

“—or girl!” Natasha adds.

“Dream guy or girl or person—whatever,” She corrects. “What would you say are your ideal qualities in a romantic partner.”

You shrug, “I don’t know? Genuine, nice, sort of dorky and shy. I don’t really have a type.”

The two girls exchange a knowing glance with one another. “Alright. So, I’m gonna give you a person who’s totally made up and not real, and you’re gonna tell me your honest opinion about them, ‘kay?”

You’re visibly confused by their abnormal behavior, but continue nonetheless. “This is a weird ass game, but I’ll play.”

“Perfect! Okay, so this person is very sweet, super kind to everyone and always afraid of messing things up. They’re very dorky—they love nerdy movies and hobbies. They’re also physically fit, but they don’t let their appearance inflate their ego. In fact, they can be a little insecure at times. They value loyalty and intelligence, but they struggle with communication.”

Wanda hopes she wasn’t too specific. After all, Peter is your best friend. You know him better than anyone.

“They sound cool, I guess,” you sigh, “I don’t know. I’m not really in the place to date anyone right now.”

Natasha nods, “Can I ask why?”

“I kind of have...a thing...for someone else. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to date anyone until I get over them.

The girls faces perked up, “Can we know—“

“No!” you exclaim, “I will not tell you who. Okay. Bye.” you scramble out of the room, itching to get away from their incessant questioning.

“Bye, (Y/N)....” Wanda sighs, disappointed she didn’t succeed.

“So, none of us have gotten anywhere in our mission to help Peter,” Natasha huffs, stirring her cereal across the table from Steve. “I mean, we’ve tried everything. It’s been three weeks and we can’t crack her. Poor Peter.”

Steve nods his head slowly, “Let me help.”

“You wanna help? Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he beams. “I like the kid. Plus, I’ve been a little bored recently.”

“You have any good ideas?”

Steve grins, “I do. In fact, I have a plan that just might work.”

“(Y/N)!” Steve greets you in the main living room, “are you free this Saturday?”

“Why?” you question, “you planning on killing me?”

“What? No! Just-ugh-are you free? Yes or No.”

“I think I’m free,” you say, unsure of where the conversation is going.

Steve smiles, “Perfect! You’re going on a date!”

You expression shifts. “No offense, Cap, but I don’t really see you like that and—“

“Not with me!!!” he exclaims, “I’m setting you up on a blind date. His name is Spencer. He’s an FBI agent and he’s in town for a few weeks. He’s super frickin’ smart—one of the smartest people I know. He’s six foot two with curly brown hair. I told him about you and wants to have dinner at the bistro by 5th avenue. Will you go?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “You know what? Sure. I’ll go. He sounds nice.”

“Perfect.” Steve chuckled mischievously. “I-uh-I mean...perfect! I’ll text to let him know.”

“So,” you whip your head around to find Natasha stalking around the corner, “you’re going on a date?”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“What about the unnamed person you’re still in love with?”

“It’s not going anywhere—I don’t think it ever will. Might as well have fun and put myself out there. Plus, if the date goes bad and he’s horrible, I won’t feel bad about being a hellish nightmare and fighting him. Win-win.”

“Alright,” she smiles, “tell me if you need anything. I have a killer dress I’d think you look absolutely jaw-dropping in.”

“I don’t think I own anything besides a few T-shirts and my suit,” you laugh, “thanks, Nat.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

Come Saturday evening and you were rushed to get ready. You almost forgot the dinner reservations were at 6 and spent the whole afternoon training instead.

“Nat!” you shout, hurrying to finish brushing your hair, “can I have that dress you were talking about?”

“Sure! What size?”

“What do you mean what size? Don’t you only have one size?”

“Uhhh...no,” she chuckles in embarrassment, “I may have bought the dress in every size available—just in case.”

“I really don’t have time to think about how strange that is. Just get me whatever size you think. I trust your judgement.”

“Sounds good,” she nods. “You’re gonna look so hot!”

A few moments later she bursts into your room, in her arms a silky black dress. You don’t even want to think about how expensive the item is—it looks luxurious.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” you say in awe of the garment.

“I know right,” she agrees, “just wait until you put it on.”

You slip into the bathroom to change. A minute later, and you’re emerging from behind the door. “What d’you think?”

You do a slow spin for Nat, her mouth hung is shock. The black, satin dress sits snuggly over your chest and waist, slightly draping away from your hips. The v-neck line accentuates your cleavage tastefully. It’s equal parts sexy and sophisticated.

“I feel dumb,” you groan, arms crossed around your torso. “I feel so exposed in this. I just wanna put on my suit.”

“Oh like that’s any less revealing,” Natasha quips. You chuckle in agreement. “If you don’t wanna wear it you don’t have to. I think you look ridiculously fucking good.”

You study your appearance in the full length mirror. Nat is right. It’s unusual for you to be wearing such a fancy dress, but that doesn’t mean you don’t look absolutely stunning. You smooth the material down, smiling.

“I like it,” you mutter, hiding your giddiness.

“I love it,” she adds, “let’s go show the boys.”

Your smile falters, but you let her drag you into the living room nonetheless. You’re confident enough not to care what anybody thinks. And you doubt your friends will have anything but praise to say.

“What do you guys think?”

Their reactions were similar to Nat’s: faces in total amazement. They’d never seen you in anything other than your suit, workout clothes, and occasionally Peter’s T-shirt.

“You look...wow,” Bucky struggles to find the right words, “why don’t you wear more stuff like this? You look great.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, I can’t exactly fight villains while wearing by this, can I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Sam voices, earring a wave of laughter from the group. “Seriously, though. You’re a very gorgeous woman—through and through.”

“Stop it,” you groan, trying to hardest not to blush under their stares.

The chatter dies down momentarily, but just then, Peter enters, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes scanning over the crowd until they land on you.

His entire world stops spinning when he takes in your appearance. Peter is enamored by your beauty 24/7, but seeing you so dressed up makes his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You fiddle with the ring around your middle finger.

“Hey, Parker,” you smile sheepishly.

“H-hey,” he stammers, “why are you all d-dressed up.”

“Oh, um...”

“(Y/N) has a date.,” Wanda announces, causing Peter’s face to fall.

“What?” This is not what he hand in mind when the rest of The Avengers agreed to help him figure out your feelings. “With who?”

“Steve’s friend, Spencer,” you state, “which reminds me, I should get going,” you grab your bag, checking your hair and makeup in the mirror once more before waving to your friends.

“What about movie night?” Peter asks dejectedly.

You frown, “Sorry, Parker. We can reschedule. I’ll see you guys later.”

The elevator doors shut and Peter just loses it. He’s throwing his hands in the air in protest, pizza flying across the room. First of all, you’re going on a date with someone that’s not him. Secondly, you’re skipping out on movie night—the tradition that you started with him. Peter’s heartbroken and pissed all at once.

“What the fuck?!” he shouts. “Steve—what the fuck?” Peter never swears, so it throws everyone off guard. “You know I’m basically in love with (Y/N). You guys were supposed to help me. Not sabotage me!”

“Well,” Natasha chided, “it’s been almost a month and we’ve made no progress. The best way to figure out how she feels about you is to set her up with someone else. If she love with you, she’ll come running back.”

Peter glances up from beneath his lashes, “And if she doesn’t...” The room falls quiet.

“This is-this is a mistake. I need to go after her!” he knew how cliche it sounds: a boy chasing after a girl he’s been pining for after years, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you go on that date with whatever his name is. Sean? Steven? Slater? Whatever! “Where is her date.”

“Bistro on fifth,” Sam states. Wanda slaps him on the shoulder. “What? I want them to be together, sue me.”

Peter thanked Sam, rushing out the room and into the elevator in his pajamas without a second though.

“He’s so easy,” Steve smirked. Things were going according to plan.

The rest of the team celebrated their current success, hopeful that the two of you will be together by the end of the night. It’s up to you and fate to ensure that what’s meant to be is meant to be.

Even with his enhanced strength and stamina, the run to the Italian bistro is hard. Peter’s not as in shape as in shape as he thought, but his exhaustion would never be enough to stop him from ruining your date with Spencer.

After what felt like hours of sprinting down New York sidewalks, he arrived outside the restaurant. He could see you being escorted to your table by the hostess. Spencer isn’t here yet—there’s still has time to confess his feelings.

He storms through the doors of the restaurant, starting a few diners and a waitress.

“Sir, you can’t just—“ the poor waitress attempt to stop him are futile. “I’m sorry, this is really important.”

He rushes to the back of the restaurant where you’re seated, casually sipping your water and skimming the menu.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shrieks, shattering the peaceful ambience of the establishment. “I need to talk to you.”

“Peter!” you gasp, completely shocked and somewhat embarrassed that your best friend showed up unannounced. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He babbles unintelligibly, “I-uh-ah-um...I don’t-uhhhhhh....”

“Is there an emergency?”

He shakes his head, “No no no no. No emergency. Everything is fine—great!”

“Okay....so why are you here then?”

“Well,” he sighs, “everything isn’t actually great. Can I talk to you somewhere private?”

“I’m suppose to be on a date, Parker,” you deadpan. “Spencer’s gonna show up any minute now.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What? Spencer?”

“Yes. Not like him specifically, but the fact that you’re on a date,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Peter figures this is the closest he’ll ever get to the right moment to confess his feelings for you. He can’t back out now.

“I like you,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head, “no—that’s a lie—i’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know. But everyone else helped me realize that I want to be more than your best friend.”

“Peter—“

“And I’m sorry i’m doing this to you while you’re waiting for your date. I know it’s selfish and you’d probably rather date Spencer than me, but I just wanted you to know because I don’t like keeping secrets from people I love. So, I’m in love with you. That’s how I feel. How do you feel...about me?”

Peter waits anxiously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His adrenaline lessens, and he realizes how out of place he must look in a Star Wars T-shirt and plaid pajama pants in the middle of an expensive restaurants. You don’t seem to mind that he’s not aligned with the dress code. You tilt your chin up, flashing him a bright smile.

“I love you, too—I’m in love with you, too,” you admit, standing up form your seat at the table, throwing your napkin down in a finite motion. “I’ve been in love with you. I only agreed to go on this stupid date because I was trying to get over you.”

“W-wait,” he sputters, gears in his mind struggling to turn, “you were trying to get over me? Couldn’t you see that I was in love with you? I was like a dog—a puppy! I’m so nervous around you all the time; you’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I knew you got all flustered when I flirted with you, but I just thoughts it was because you were awkward or something. I don’t know. I don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Well, you should’ve,” you glare at him, “but that’s besides the point. I am so freaking happy. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life. This is real!” he jumps up and down, attracting the attention of the families and couples at nearby tables.

You smile apologetically at them. “Peter, we should leave so we can talk.”

“Yes! Great idea. I love you!” he rambles, gripping your waist tightly as you guide him out of the restaurant. “Wait, what about Spencer?”

You scoff, stepping outside into the frigid New York air. “Oh? Since when did you care about Spencer?”

“I don’t,” Pete states matter-of-factly, “I just want to hear you say that you’re in love with me and not him.”

“Of course I’m not in love with him; I’ve never even met him before!”

“Say it,” he pouts, “please? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear it.”

You blush, hoping that the dim street lighting conceals your bashfulness. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve always been in love with you.”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world,” he whispers, eyes glassy and heart thumping beneath his chest.

He glances down at your lips, quickly looking back up. You smirk, noticing the way his cheeks flush with color.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay. Can you handle that? Or will you like...shut down or like die or something?” you tease, delicate hand stroking his cheekbone.

“Yes! Please!” he yelps with anticipation, “I will be okay, I promise.”

Using the hand on his face, and the other behind his neck, you yank him towards you will volition, pressing your lips against his. He taste like pizza and diet sprite—a weirdly endearing combination that would surely gross you out if it was anyone else. He stiffens, as to be expected, before melting into you, hand caressing your waist.

You pull away, panting heavily. Peter’s eyes flutter open, and his hand comes up to touch his swollen lips. You giggle and he smiles—you can’t stop smiling either—you’re cheeks hurt so much. You’ve never been happier.

“Should we head back?” you suggest, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yes. I didn’t swing here though, so it’s gonna be a long walk.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

Two hours later, you and Peter return to the compound. You ended up walking around the park and getting ice cream, enjoying your time with one another now that you know your feelings are reciprocated. When the elevators open up the living room, you both expect to find the rest of the team relaxing in their respective rooms, but you find them congregated in the couch and table, right where you left them.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you ask, setting your bag down on the counter. Everyone glances down at your intertwined hands with wide eyes. You quickly go to shake off Peter’s hand, but be grips you firmly.

“So,” Steve starts, “how was your date with Spencer?”

“Well,” you grimace, “here’s the thing—“

“We kissed!” Peter blurts out. You slap your hand over his mouth and he grumbles.

“Peter!” you bite. He doesn’t seem to care.

The rest of the team looks ecstatic. They whoop and cheer and clap for you and Peter like an audience at a Broadway play.

“We are so happy for you two!” Sam rejoices, wrapping the two of you into a big hug. “I always knew you would end up together. I am just so smart, it really amazes me every time.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re so welcome,” he says smuggly.

Wanda and Natasha smile so wide their eyes crinkle. “Awwwww,” the coo in unison.

“Wait, why are you guys all celebrating?” you question. “Weren’t you all just trying to set me up with Spencer?”

Steve bites his lip, “Well...”

The realization suddenly dawns on you—they planned this. “You bastards!” you exclaim, “you altered my fate! How dare you!”

“What?!” Steve raises his hands up defensively. “Peter was trying so hard to figure out how to deal with his feelings, and the two of you were going absolutely nowhere. I mean, it was almost painful to watch,” you glare at him, “so, we gave him the push he needed to just come out and say it.”

Peter guffaws, “You guys are evil geniuses. But thank you thank you thank you for tricking me into telling (Y/N) I love her. You’re all the best and I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, thank you, all of you, even the ones of you that are idiots,” you give a pointed look to Sam and Bucky. “I just feel bad for Spencer. The whole point was just to set me up with Peter, so he was set up for failure.”

“Actually,” Tony tuts as he rounds the corner and into the living room, “Spencer doesn’t exist.”

“What?” you gasp.

He nods, “We set you up on a real date with a fake person. (Y/N), his name was Spencer. He’s a genius that works for the FBI who’s six foot two...”

“Oh my god!” your face falls into your hands, “You guys convinced me I was going on a date with Spencer Reid! From Criminal Minds! How did I not realize?”

“I don’t know?” Steve says, “but you fell for it, thank god. Now you and Peter can be madly in love and irritate the rest of us with your PDA.”

“Ew,” you groan, “we aren’t one of those couples.”

Bucky points to the way you and Peter are standing: holding hands with his head settling into the crook of your neck.

Peter blushes, “Sorry! I’m just...really happy, okay? Leave us alone.”

“Fine,” he concedes, “just be quiet when you two do your business, if you know what I mean.”

“B-business? We-uh-huh-I mean—“

“What Peter’s means to say is shut up and be quiet,”you smirk. “But don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.” A chorus of ooohs erupt from your friends.

“Bleh! You two are already gross.” Tony mutters with feigned disgust. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re together now.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, squeezing you into his side. “Me too.”

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I'm back bitches

We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.

🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕

But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.

It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!

Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!

First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.

In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.

That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.

Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.

I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.

I will also be using my recs blog, which I plan to redo entirely with a new tag system.

Third, I want to remind you all that my inbox here is always open. I love receiving mail. I love talking & interacting with you.

The anon feature is on so feel free to use it however, if you use it for hate, I will turn it off again. Don't be a coward. If you're gonna be mean, don't hide behind the anon feature. Face me instead.

Fourth, I will be reviving ask games and I encourage you to participate! It can be a lot of fun.

On the topic of asks, all asks not related to ask games will be answered every Monday and tagged as ' mailbox monday 💌'

Lastly, a friendly (and not so friendly reminder respectively) that empty blogs, meaning blogs without headers, pfp, posts, etc will be soft-blocked.

Soft-blocking is blocking and unblocking a blog so it forces them to unfollow you. I will be keeping track of the blogs I soft-block in a Google Sheet and if you follow me again without at least changing your pic and reblogging a few posts, you will be hard blocked.

Hard blocking means you will not be able to interact with my content (liking or reblogging).

Now for the not so friendly reminder;

if your blog does not have an age indicator on it (i.e the year you were born, your age, etc) YOU WILL BE SOFT-BLOCKED AS WELL. IF YOU DO NOT ADD AN AGE AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE HARD BLOCKED. I will also be keeping track of these blogs. Ageless blogs and minors are not welcome on my blog. If you have turned 18 this year, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR AGE INDICATORS ON YOUR BLOG TO AVOID BEING BLOCKED.

If I find out a follower has lied about their age, I will be adding you to a blacklist I share with Cult of Dionysus. Keep in mind, we do not seek out minors to add them to the list, we only add minors that have interacted with our nsfw content. MINORS: PLEASE DONT IGNORE OUR BOUNDARIES. If we say do not interact with our content, we mean it. We have these boundaries for a reason.

I hope you look forward to what I have planned this month and please enjoy the spooks, the thrills, and of course, the smut. Thank you for your continued support as always. See you soon~ ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ — booki。

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READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER TWELVE: END OF BEGINNING

“Just one more tear to cry, one teardrop from my eye, You better save it for The middle of the night when things aren't black and white”

▸ summary: trust is lost amongst friends, but there may be something in the horizon ▸ characters: tony stark ft. natasha romanoff & peter parker ▸ word count: 4.1k ▸ warnings: semi-angst ▸ series masterlist

When a heart gets broken, it sometimes can feel as if the person has died. In this case, you think it would be better if you did. But that’s not how life works.

“We’re heading up now, Squirt. Better buckle up.”

You snapped your head up from your lap to find Happy looking down at you. A curious look on his face before he glanced at your lap. The book you had found in the airport gift store an hour ago laid open on the first page. Several attempts were made to try and read the story. But to your dismay, you weren’t able to keep focus. Often looking out in the distance as you continued to recall the events of the other night.

“You’ll find me?” … “No, Bucky. Not this time.”

The look on Bucky’s face still haunted you. What had been words of a bond that was almost unbreakable, was torn apart in mere minutes of a fight. It’s been a day since you’ve left the bunker, and you feared a part of you has been there since.

Nodding your head, you tuck the book into your bag and place it on the floor beside your feet before you turn to stare out the window. Above the noise of the jet outside, you were still able to detect the worried mumbling from Happy and Tony. Since the two of you returned back to Berlin, you had been unusually quiet.

Tony for once, did not try to make you talk things over. Even when he was supposed to report back to the accords. When asked whether or not you were going to sign on the accords, he stated that you were neither an avenger nor involved in this incident. By some chance, all the cameras had lost footage in the airport. So as far as the JTC or The UN were aware, you had been taken by the winter soldier to Siberia.

“Is it alright if I sit here, Ms. Stark?”

Spider-Man or Peter, who had introduced himself once you made it to the airport, had boarded the plane with you guys. Now sheepishly pointing over to the seat beside you with a friendly smile while he waited for you to reply. But all you did was simply nod your head before turning to gaze back out the window.

The shuffling sound of him adjusting into his seat and buckling up is the only thing between you until the plane finally begins to ascend into the air. It’s a long flight home and you wish that you had taken Tony up on his offer of some sleeping pills. But with your mind already daydreaming, you’re a little too scared to imagine what sleep would bring.

“Sorry about the fight at the airport.” Peter said suddenly. “Those repulsors that you had were pretty cool. Mr. Stark mentioned they were a prototype for a more mobile type defense but the two of you adjusted them to make them fit for fighting.”

You glanced back beside you, noting how nervous Peter seemed to look. He was much younger than you realized. Making you slightly upset about having him been part of the fight at all. But considering he was crawling up the walls, stopping punches from super soldiers, and taking on Wanda, he had to be more than just a regular kid.

“By the way, it is an honor to have fought against you.” His enthusiasm is creeping in on you, making you fully turn to face him as he rambled on about the fight. “It’s not often someone gets pretty close to sneaking up on me. There was this time I was stopping a robbery and there were a total of three goons, all amateur, but still pretty strong..”

Peter continued on, going onto different tangents in his story that helped provide you with a very necessary distraction. It’s not until he’s noticed you’re completely grinning from hearing him talk about how much his new suit kept riding up his butt that he stopped.

“I just realized I’ve been the only one that’s been talking for ten minutes. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head at him, leaning back in your seat. “It’s okay.” you said softly. “I liked your stories.”

His face beamed with pride at your response. It’s been hours since you’ve last said more than one worded replies and he’s noticed it. His reaction has you feeling a bit guilty and you casually glance over to see that Tony has stopped talking to Happy to look back at you. Raising a brow in a quiet way of asking if you were okay.

Smiling at him, you nod your head before giving Peter back your attention.

“So I noticed that you’re calling Tony ‘Mr.Stark’. I’m gonna go ahead and assume then that you’re not some secret nephew that I owe some birthday presents to?”

Peter’s eyes widened and he let out a hearty laugh. “I wish! Mr. Stark managed to pluck me from Queens. He’s apparently been keeping tabs on Spider-Man. Offered me a chance to come help him.”

“It’s a pretty big step from stopping robberies to fighting super soldiers.” You find that you can’t bear to say their names. “The fight was kind of intense..”

“Oh don’t worry, Ms.Stark! I’m totally okay! I heal up real fast these days.”

“You’re definitely different. I mean, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone be able to stop a punch from Buc–” your voice cut off on its own. Making you turn embarrassed as you looked down at your lap to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

Peter was kind enough not to bring that to attention as he gave a light pat on your arm. “You wanna hear what it was like sharing a hotel with Happy?” The two of you both look over to find Happy with his familiar look of annoyance as he tapped angrily at his iPad. Sensing that he’s being watched, he glanced up with wide eyes, looking between you and Peter before he began to shake his head without even knowing the conversation.

The reaction makes the two of you burst into a fit of giggles and while the whole thing isn’t entirely that funny, the whole thing has you laughing so much you feel the pinch of tears in your eyes. “Please tell me.” you urged, wiping the corners of your eyes a bit.

Peter instantly dived into a story of what it was like going from Queens to the airport with Happy. Pulling you back into another enthralling story.

“Tony, you gotta let me go over there. The kid’s getting it all wrong.”

“You leave them alone, Happy. It’s gonna be a while before we see that smile again.”

“Fine. But he’s getting a cab home.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Hap– Oh will you relax? Your forehead is showing that vein again.”

Hours later and the four of you are finally back home in America. The three of you continued to pester and annoy poor Happy. He practically sped over to the apartment building in Queens. Especially once Tony joined in on the teasing. But soon enough you were saying goodbye to Peter, telling him you’d see him soon to hear more stories from his side of the city.

Tony had Happy plan to take you back to the hotel, where he was planning on staying while they moved Rhodey to the compound. But you insisted they take you home.

It’s been quite a few months since you’ve stepped foot in your townhouse in New York. You were sure that it’d be a dusted mess, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to be in a place that was your own.

“I can stay with you,” Tony offered, keeping you from closing the car door. Happy had offered to take your bags up to the doorstep. Giving you and your brother a moment alone for the first time in hours. “I’ll even order some take out, we can talk shit about..everyone.”

There was a look that flickered in his eyes, making them glisten a bit before he shook it off, giving you a brilliant smile. He’s trying to cover up his own feelings but you don’t want him to hide how he feels just to help make you feel better.

“We can do that later on. I think I just want to be alone for a bit. At least to get back to our time zone.” You shrugged. Hoping to sound more okay than how you really felt. “We’ll go to that one place you wanted to try.”

“You sure, sprout? I mean, I can always just—“

You cut Tony off with a simple hand to his shoulder. Squeezing gently to shut him up. “We’ll plan it out tomorrow. Just tonight…leave me be.”

He nodded slowly, looking a little disappointed before he leaned back into the seat. He’s about to close the door but you’re quick to grab before he can. A simple raise of the brow is all he used as a question.

“Do me a favor, Tony.”

“Anything, kid.”

“Call her?”

There’s no need to say who it is. The whole fighting and sadness has you thinking about everything. Including your own brother’s relationships.

“Sprout..” Tony choked out, sounding unsure about the request. But all you could think to say is to throw back his own words at him before you closed the door.

“One of us Starks has to be able to hold onto a relationship right?”

And with that, you turned around and left your stunned brother to his own decisions. Hopeful that he’d do that right thing and get his girl back. Not only for his sake but yours.

It’s hours later in your little townhouse that you finally have everything unpacked and cleaned up. The dusting and cleaning being completely therapeutic to you while you found a way to adjust back into your old home.

Home.

The concept of this place being your home again sounded foreign. The more you look around the more your chest begins to ache. While this was back for you, this wasn’t your home. This wasn’t the place you’ve been sleeping for months. This didn’t have the old plumbing that sometimes would take forever to heat up, or had outdated appliances, or have the queen size bed that you’d share with—

“No.” You said softly to yourself. The swell of tears began to fill in your eyes and you felt as if you’d been punched in the stomach. Causing you to reach out and grip against the counter top. Fingers feeling slightly numb as you release some anger onto the hold.

For a second there’s a ringing in your ear as you’re thrown into emotions again. But even through the ringing, you can feel the chill running up your back. Your instincts kicking in quickly. Without a second thought, you jumped over the counter and reached for a knife in the holder by the sink before spinning around and facing the new presence of the room.

“He’s taught you well, Cолнышко (little sun).”

Natasha didn’t look the least phased as you held the tip of the knife towards her face. If you didn’t know any better, you would say she had a glint of approval. But her signature smirk was gone, and the green in her eyes were dulled. She was tired.

“We just gonna stand like this all night or do you mind if I take a seat?”

Pulling your arm back, you place the knife down on the counter, keeping contact with Nat as you walk over towards the chair by the window. The cool breeze that flowed in was a sign of how she got in so quietly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” she started softly, taking a seat over at the couch opposite of you. “Once that jet left I couldn’t help but worry about what you were going to face. And then things with Rhodey happened and next thing I know Tony’s upset—“

“How can you just do that?”

You cut her off quickly. Feeling a burning anger flicker inside your chest. Natasha raised a brow, cocking her head to the side as she tried to figure you out. Like she always did.

“How can I do what?”

“Act like everything is okay.” The air in your lungs felt heavier, making your breathing slow and painful. “Like my life wasn’t just turned upside down.”

“Scout-”

“No!” Jumping up from your seat, you point over at Natasha. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t know. Tell me that they were the only ones who betrayed me. Tell me my own best friend who told the whole world’s secrets wouldn’t have kept THIS from me,” The sudden panic in your voice has the other girl’s eyes wide as she leaned back to look at you. Green eyes flickering all over your face as she tried to think of an answer.

“I can’t.” she said softly. “I had pieced it together pretty fast.”

You turned away, feeling the pain in your chest turn worse. It causes you to have to lean against the chair. Holding onto the edge to keep you balanced. Was this how you were always going to feel now?

“I know nothing I say can fix it. But please let me just get my piece in..”

“Why should I? Why should I listen to anything else when all you and Steve and Bu-” You bring a hand up to your lips before shaking your head. “All you guys know is how to lie to me and hurt me. So tell me, Nat. What grand excuse do you have to tell me? Hmm?” Moving to take a step closer, you watch her get up and size up to you.

“Because unless you’re a coward like Steve, which we both know you aren’t, then I’m not sure what real excuse you could have. As far as I see it, you allowed me to look for him, try and bring him back home. Was that when you were going to tell me? What about Tony? Do you guys really hate him so much that you worked with him for years and couldn’t face up to tell him too?”

“No one hates Tony. But don’t act like you guys are the easiest people to tell stuff to.”

Her words caused you to flinch, making you take a step away from her. “So now we’re not easy to talk to all of a sudden, okay.” you laughed, looking down at your hands. They shake before you and you quickly ball them up before crossing your arms. “Wasn’t quite aware of that.”

“That’s not what I meant–”

“I don’t care what you meant. Get out of my house.” Turning around, you move to head towards your door. “I don’t want to see any of you ever again.”

“Please!” Natasha urged, reaching out to grab your arm. “I can’t just leave things between us like this.” It’s not till you’re fully facing her that you notice there’s tears brimming her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything. I should have done better. I should have at least told you because you deserved to know.”

Her hold on you let up when she noticed you weren’t leaving again. Allowing her to quickly wipe some fallen tears off her face. “I can’t speak for the other two. And I won’t. Because keeping this secret has been tearing me up inside and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Reaching out, she brushed a hand out to cup at your cheek, gingerly rubbing the pad of her thumb against the apple where your own tears had begun to roll over. You wanna push her away, tell her to leave and watch her get out of your life like the other two. But you can’t. You don’t think your heart can take another heartbreak.

Throwing your arms around her, you bury your face into her neck, letting the pain pour out as you hold onto your friend. She’s quick to hold onto you, allowing your body to sag against hers as she helped move you towards the couch.

It’s not until a couple of minutes of you crying out to her that you’re able to calm down. Wiping your nose along the sleeve of your arm before you pull back to look at her. She’s just as red in the face as you but still slightly more composed. “I feel like my world isn’t ever going to be the same again.”

“I know,” she agreed, pushing a piece of hair out from your eyes. “It might not ever be.” Looking back to your eyes, she gives you a sad smile before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “But I just want you to know that I would never intentionally hurt or betray you like this..I just..I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You don’t have a response for her. Just like with the other two, you can’t think of anything to make them or yourself feel better. All you know is that you can’t be around any of them. But Natasha doesn’t seem to need to hear that from you, instead, she got up from the seat, moving to reach for a bag that she had stowed away by the window.

“Ross is gonna try and hunt me down.”

“Well he’s off to a good start if you manage to make your way back to New York.” you scoffed, curious to know what she was digging around for.

“Poor guy has his hands full.” She found what she was looking for before she returned back to join you on the couch. “So much so that he and his team didn’t notice when I managed to take this from their evidence locker.” She slips over a book into your hands and it's then that you realize what it is.

The familiar cover was the exact one you had spent a good couple of days looking at. “Oh,” you whispered softly, letting your fingers brush over the spine of the journal. It had been so long since you’ve seen this and while you can’t even mention his name, the sight of Bucky’s journal brought a sudden comfort over you.

“I’ve never been one to snoop inside someone’s journal.” She mused, tapping the cover lightly. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem if someone like you read it.” Her watch beeps and she looked down at it ruefully for a moment.

“Times up?” you asked softly, feeling suddenly unready.

“Yeah, my ride out of the states is gonna leave soon.”

The two of you got up from the couch and you watched as she strapped the bag around her shoulders. Taking a second to adjust her jacket a bit before she finished to look back at you. The two of you stare at each other before you’re suddenly wrapping an arm around her again. Hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” you start, unsure why. “If..if there’s a way to reach me..and you need me–”

“I’ll try not to but thanks. For now, maybe just try being here? Seems like you could use a break from hero work..” She pulled back from the hug first, using her fingers to tip your chin up and look over at her. “I’ll see you later,Cолнышко (little sun).”

Nodding your head, you step back, allowing her to make her way over to the window. Her bright hair blowing in the night wind is the last you see before she disappeared into the night and out of your life.

You don’t read the journal. At least you try not to. After several attempts, you can’t find it in yourself to peek into what it could have inside. What if it reveals more lies to you, what if there’s secrets Bucky had been holding that were far worse.

It’s late one night, you’re cuddled under your blanket, ready for another sleepless night when you look at your nightstand. The book has been sitting there since Natasha left and you feel like the cover is taunting you.

Turning your back to it, you try and shut your eyes, reminding yourself that while you’re upset with Bucky, that reading his private journal was super gross and not very ethical. But there were a lot of unethical things that seemed to happen to you, it’s almost unfair that you’re not allowed to break a rule now and then.

Groaning in frustration, you kicked off your sheets, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. The room is suddenly wrapped in a warm glow and you’re picking up the journal. Flipping the cover, you let out a sight. There’s no turning back now.

The first couple of pages remind you of the notes that he used to carry around. Lists of words that wouldn’t mean much to normal people, but to Bucky, they were reminders of people and places. Some of the lists were harder to read, especially when you realized they might have been past missions as the soldier. But the more you dived into it, the more you realized he had begun to remember names.

There were so many names..

Luckily there were two sets of names you didn’t want to come across and that gave you a slight relief. But eventually the journal started to turn into entries. Small enough to be a paragraph, but enough so that it made your heart ache. They were Bucky’s words and for some reason that meant everything to you right now.

Some entries had you crying with the dark dreams as painful reminders to him. Some had you smiling, despite the pain you felt towards him, the words of him recalling moments with you felt like a warmth you needed.

It wasn’t till you got to a certain date that you realized what this entry was for. It was the day he tried to leave after you stopped him from leaving the apartment as the soldier. He had been planning to leave Bucharest and you behind, but you stopped his plans in time. What you never saw was the words he had been writing that day.

[..The worst of my nightmares has happened. Instead of just reliving what has happened inside my nightmares, The Soldat finally managed to seep his way through my subconscious and out into the real world. Out to where she is.]

The memory of the night feels fresh in your mind. All of it was still scary and you remember the look of shock and sadness when Bucky realized that it wasn’t just a dream anymore.

[..I can’t keep her with me anymore. Not when it’s no longer safe. She’s the only good left I have and if the Soldat hurt her..I don’t think I could live with myself…]

You don’t want to unravel what he means with that. But knowing Bucky, there was no good answer to it either way.

[..I don’t want to leave her. God, I don’t ever want to leave her. Even in the early mornings, when I go to the docks, or go out for food, or anything. Leaving her for just a second brings an ache to my chest. But not bigger than the one I feel when I think about what could happen to her if I don’t wake up the same. Not again.]

The page is cut off and you’re thinking it’s probably around the time that you had caught him trying to leave. The fight was painful, but it had brought out the trust you two still had at that moment. Unfortunately, you weren’t sure you’d ever get that back. You’re about to close the book, but there’s a bookmark down the line that you turn to next.

[..She’s smarter than she realizes. Caught me at just the right time. Either that or she’s born with ridiculous luck.]

You think hard about it and realize this is one of his last entries.

[..Seventy years of being in pain and loss, and I managed to get one good thing in my life…I can’t believe some guy like me could be with a dame like this. Even now, she’s curled to my side, sleeping beautifully after letting me touch her and make her feel the way she’s supposed to. She deserves the world but she chooses me. She wants to look for me, even if I get lost again. How could I return that to her? How could I give her more when she asks for nothing in return?..I just hope that whatever happens between us, she’ll get to know just truly just how much I love her.]

The journal fell out of your hands, falling off the side of the bed. His words keep repeating in your line and instead feeling the familiar break of the heart, something else, something stronger builds up in you. Giving your chest a break from the ache it’s been feeling this whole time.

I love her.

“...I love him.”

a/n: woo! another movie done! i love the idea of bucky having a journal. wish that was dived into more in the show IW is soon to come. Just gonna take a week break and start it early FEB!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #rtc

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