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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Worth the Risk || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should

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word count: 2.2k

warnings: description of violence, injuries, a gun, dagger and blood, swearing, angst w/ happy ending

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“Bucky?” You whispered through the earpiece. “Sam? Where are you guys-”

Sitting in the van, you began to grow worried as you couldn’t find any of your teammates on the screen after they had turned around a corner. Tapping the earpiece, you were about to speak again when you heard Sam’s voice on the other end.

“Y/n?”

Sitting forward in your chair, you breathed a premature sigh of relief.

“Sam? Thank God you guys are okay.” You told him. “I was worried when-”

“Y/n, listen,” Sam cut you off, his voice a near whisper. “They got us- me and Bucky- but I think you’ll be able to take them out if you think you’re ready for it.”

You began to feel your heart race in your chest just at the proposition. Although you had joined the group almost half a year ago, you had never gone on a mission by yourself- always having others to back you up, but you knew Sam well enough that he wouldn’t have suggested the idea lightly. If he asked you to go in alone... you knew it was because there was no other choice.

“Okay.” You said. “I can do this, Cap. I’ll be there soon- just hold on.”

With that, you left the vehicle, making your way into the building. When the door of the facility closed behind you, you raised your gun.

“You shouldn’t have told her to come in here.” Bucky told Sam, pacing around their cell. “If we couldn’t handle it together, what makes you think that she can do it by herself? You’re going to get her killed-”

“Buck,” Sam said firmly. “I know you’re worried about her, but she can handle herself. She’s our only shot of getting out of here so I’m gonna need you to calm down.”

Sitting himself down in the corner of the room, Bucky said nothing more to Sam, instead placing his head in his hands.

Bucky knew logistically that you could handle yourself- you were on the team for a reason- but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry about you. He worried about you all the time- even in training- nagging Sam if he threw you down a bit too hard and feeling his heart drop to his stomach when bruises littered your body after a mission. He hated seeing you get hurt, but as he sat in the cell with Sam, knowing that you were coming into the building all on your own- he felt as though he was going to be sick.

Now he wasn’t there to watch your back. He wasn’t there to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn't there to make sure you didn't get yourself killed- the thought of it too horrible for him to even allow himself to think about. He worried because he knew in your line of business, every wrong move could be fatal and he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you by his side every day.

Listening to the sound of water leaking from the sealing above him, Bucky prayed you would be alright.

Turning a corner inside of the building, you were hoping the same.

Peaking around the edge of a wall you spotted two men, armed with batons. Taking a deep breath, you aimed for one of the men’s bullet proof vest, taking the shot and knocking him to the ground. Immediately the other man ran towards you with the baton raised in his hand.

Ducking as he swung the baton, you threw a punch to the man’s stomach, knocking him backwards, but just as you did the other man hit you in your back with the baton.

“Fuck!” You screamed out in pain, taking the man’s arm between your knees. You pulled the baton out of his hand as you stretched it in the other direction, causing him to yelp out in pain.

Once in your hand, you spun around, swinging the man in the face with the baton, knocking him unconscious. Dropping it to the floor, you pulled your taser from your belt, shocking the other man, forcing him to the ground.

“Y/n?” You heard Sam ask through the earpiece. “Y/n are you alright?”

Shoving the taser back in its slot and raising your gun once again, you stepped over the two men’s unconscious bodies, running down the hallway.

“I am now.” You huffed, placing one of your hands on your lower back. “When this is over, you’re paying for my chiropractor.”

Turning another corner, you were met with a man and a woman standing at the end of the hallway.

“Are you guys always in pairs?” You asked. “Frankly I think it’s unfair.”

When they said nothing, just raising their batons from their belts, you spoke up again.

“Where are my friends?” You asked more seriously.

“You’re about to find out.”

The woman running at you first, you hit the butt of your gun in her face causing her to wobble backwards but the second you did, you felt a burst of searing hot pain run throughout your face as the baton collided with your nose. Stumbling backwards, you felt as another of the baton’s swings hit your midsection, causing you to double over in pain.

The man tugged your collar as you felt another blow connect with your face.

Wheezing, you dropped the gun to your side.

Standing in front of you, the woman slid her baton back into her belt.

“See?” she said. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see-”

As she spoke you carefully slid your dagger out of your belt, but before she was able to finish her sentence, you threw it cleanly at her, the dagger jamming itself through her shoulder, sticking her to the wall.

“Shit!” She shouted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed your coat shoving you against the wall only to throw another punch to your mouth. Rather than giving him the satisfaction of yelping out in pain, you headbutt the man, causing him to stumble backwards into his partner. Grabbing the baton from his hand, you swung it over his head, knocking him unconscious.

Spitting blood onto the ground, you heaved as you picked up your gun and the keys from the man’s waist, making your way over to the room on the right.

Swinging the door open, your eyes immediately fell onto the reinforced cell in front of you, Bucky and Sam rushing to the front. Stumbling over to the cell, you unlocked the door, swinging it open and leaning against it.

“Y/n?” You heard Bucky’s voice first as he ran over to you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Moving his hands to cup your face, not being able to help yourself from wincing, Bucky could feel his heart shatter in his chest. Sure, you had a few bruises here and there in the past but never this bad.

You had a deep gash across your nose that he was sure would need stitches along with a cut along your lip and a large bruise forming around your eye- and that was just your face.

Looking up and seeing his worried eyes, you shot him a quaint, bloody smile.

“You should see the other guys.” You joked.

You attempted to laugh, only to wheeze and begin to cough.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.” He said seriously. “You could have died. Sam should have never asked-”

“Bucky,” You cooed, reaching your hands up to cup his face. “I’m okay. Besides, I couldn’t leave my favorite boys in here could I?”

Feeling your fingertips against his face, he couldn’t help but melt into your touch. You always managed to make him a lovesick mess as if he was still fifteen and not a one hundred and six year-old man who had been to hell and back.

“Hate to break up the reunion,” Sam said. “But those guys will only be out for so long. We got to get out of here.”

After falling asleep on the car ride back to the Compound, you woke up in bed, the dim glow of the lamp shining on the night stand above you. Opening your eyes, you pushed yourself up in the bed, only for a shooting pain to spread throughout your torso. Not able to stop yourself, you yelped out in pain.

“Hey, hey,” You heard none other than Bucky’s voice beside you, one of his hands coming to rest on yours while the other adjusted your pillow. “Take it easy.”

“I am, Doc.” You lied, leaning against your newly adjusted pillow.

Tucking you in, Bucky shook his head, leaning on the nightstand beside you.

“We should have never let you go in alone.” He sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “I just felt sick the entire time. You could have died, Y/n. If they just hit you in the wrong spot... I’m never letting you go in alone again. I’m not letting you leave my sight.”

During your time as a member of the group, you and Bucky had grown incredibly close and during the past few months maybe even closer than friends. It was normal for him to worry- you never even had to wonder where he was during missions because he always had your back- but looking at his face now you could tell just how worried he had been and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break.

“Bucky,” You hummed. “You go on dangerous missions all the time alone. How am I any different?”

A silence settled over the two of you as Bucky squeezed your hand.

Not meeting your eyes, he spoke up again.

“Because I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t even think about what would happen if anything happened to you, Y/n. Even seeing the cuts and bruises on your face? I’m... I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, but I think if you put me in a room with those people I would kill them for what they did to you. I almost broke us out of the cell myself because I hated the idea so much of you going in there on your own. If something happens to me... it’s different. Nothing can happen to you, Y/n. Nothing.”

Staring at the super soldier sat at your bedside, you began to feel tears prick in your eyes. You had cared for Bucky in a way that you had been too afraid to admit- not wanting to ruin your friendship- but as he sat there, confessing his feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug in your chest, just wanting him.

“Do you love me?” You asked finally before you could stop yourself.

Looking up at your injured face, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t able to read you in the moment at all, your face straight, seriousness laced in ever bit. All he could think was that even with the black eye and the stitches across your nose, he had never seen someone as beautiful as you.

He knew his answer. There wasn’t a single part of him that doubted it.

“Yes.”

Hearing his answer, you stared at him and smiled.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “Do you love me as more than a teammate-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off, squeezing your hand once again. “As much as I love working with you, every time you call me your ‘teammate’ I want to go find a punching bag.”

Trying to bite back your smile, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You hated calling him “only” your teammate just as much as he did- if not more. Knowing that he hated it just as much as you the entire time you used the word to disguise your true feelings made you feel as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest despite the aches that still consumed your being.

Bucky was more than your teammate, he was your partner.

“Oh Thank God.” You laughed. “I can’t tell you how many I’ve knocked off the hook after you called me your ‘friend’.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned in closer to you.

“What are you saying?” He asked.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you reached your free hand up to his hair, brushing it back with your hand.

“I’m saying,” You smiled. “that I love you too and that I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”

Leaning into your touch, a smile finally reached across his face. “You know, if it weren’t for your stitches, I would kiss you right now.”

“So my face isn’t too messed up then, right, Doc?” You asked. “If you still want to kiss me and all...”

Reaching your hand up to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“You could never look bad, doll.” He hummed. “But promise me you won’t do that to me again. I almost had a heart attack, Y/n.”

Leaning your head against your pillow, admiring him, you smiled.

“I promise, Buck.”

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Fight or Flight

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes clean, in the aftermath and shock you turn to the one person who you know you can trust.

W/C: 2,369

Warnings: Implied cheating, angst, swearing

A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @sweetlyscared 's 1k celebration (congrats, it's well deserved!), prompt is in bold. I'm still pretty new to writing and this is my first true Angst fic so any and all reblogs/comments are super appreciated! Please check out my other stuff if you liked this fic!! Cheers!

PART TWO I Masterlist

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The feeling of everything crashing around you was slow. Like your world was moving in slow motion as you processed the words. Everything else he was saying became distorted, going to waste as he tried desperately to explain himself to you. All you could hear clearly was your own breathing while you tried to will yourself to do something, anything.

Fight or flight is a funny thing, you were always so feisty and eager to fight back, A Bulldog, Steve had affectionately called you. But when he told you he was in love with someone else, that he has been in love with someone else for months, your body couldn’t find anything in it but to walk away.

Your breathing picked up and your eyes searched the ground, refusing to meet his. You felt your legs raise you up to stand and start walking away, unsure of your destination. When you pivoted to leave the room your eyes met his briefly, staring emotionlessly as his desperately searched for anything at all in yours.

“Where are you going? Doll, please, can we talk about this? I’m, I’m so sorry I-”

Whatever else he was saying wasn’t heard over the noise of opening the door and shutting it behind you. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were feeling other than the obvious. You were in a state of shock, it’s one thing to hear awful news and another to understand that it’s true but you were fastly approaching that truth head-on.

You paused for a moment in the hall and heard no movement come after you. You almost let yourself be surprised but he’d admitted he gave up on you a long time ago, so it only makes sense he wouldn’t fight your exit. You kept walking and tried to hold the floodgates of your heart closed for a bit longer.

Flashes of what was said come back to you slowly as reality sets in. “I can’t put this off any longer. I want you to know that I will always love you, but there’s someone else.”

Your head hurt like it would as if you were already crying, the blood pumping in your ears and pressure building in your temples that would no doubt evoke a long-standing headache. Your face felt hot as you stepped into the elevator, maybe you’d go for a walk in an attempt to fend off your tears. Or maybe you’d walk to a safer place to have an emotional breakdown. Whichever is easier.

Brisk gusts of air greet you as you exit the building, making you realize you left your jacket on the arm of the couch. You took a second to evaluate yourself and noticed you’d also walked out in your house slippers and a thin pair of leggings. Trying to evade the cold you tucked yourself in the doorway of a bodega down the street and dialed Bucky.

Two rings and he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Did you know?”

The silence on the line only reminds you of the blood pumping in your ears. The silence tells you everything you needed to know.

“Liste-”

You hang up.

You’re breathing even harder now. Who else knew? For how long? How long was I the joke? You need to find somewhere else to be soon or all these strangers are going to get an eyeful of a grown woman sobbing. You dial the last number you’d expect to at a time like this.

“What’s happening, shortstack?”

You can hear Tony’s grin through the phone and his easy greeting gives you momentary comfort.

“Can I come over? Something happened.”

“I’ll let Jarvis know to let you in” Tony’s tone is understanding, not needing you to explain further, just letting you know you can come to him.

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Tony’s only seven blocks from yours and Steve’s shared apartment, a fact you’re grateful for when you feel your feet aching every time they hit the pavement. The conversation replays in your head, you try to word what happened in your head and your anger starts overtaking the heartbreak. It’s almost a welcome reprieve from the settling heartbreak but you’re not sure if you’d rather be numb to it completely.

When the elevator doors open Tony’s waiting for you with two tumblers of scotch in hand. You shake your head and move past him to the couch. He joins you on the opposite armchair and sets both his elbows down on his spread knees, resting his face in his hands.

“Would you like to talk about it or not talk about it?” He asks with a sigh.

You don’t make eye contact with him so you don’t cry, choosing to focus on the Iron Man coffee table book you’d gotten as a gag gift for Tony all those Christmases ago. It almost distracts you enough to laugh, the fact that he just has it out. But you need to tell someone what happened and get it all out before you can let yourself feel it all.

“Steveisinlovewithsomeoneelse,” You rushed it all out in one breath afraid if you didn’t get it out fast enough that you’d break. “He has been for months. He said he doesn’t know when it all changed but when he was with her things just clicked,” you paused to collect yourself, “But don’t worry, I’ll always hold a special place in his heart and he hopes this won’t affect the future of the team or our friendship.”

“Oh, and he’s really sorry.” you added.

You laughed bitterly and shook your head in disbelief. His delivery had been so cold but so sincere, very to the point but pained in its delivery. “I just, whatever we had, it’s just gone. Things are just different now, with her, this kills me though, please believe me. You’re still really special to me.” Bullshit. Special enough to act as a placeholder until someone better comes, special enough to cast aside.

You’re broken momentarily from your spiral into anger by the sound of a glass hitting a coaster a little too hard. Looking up, you find Tony quietly seething. He and Steve aren’t close by any means so you figured that he wouldn’t have known, it’s why you called him over anyone else.

He moves slowly to your side on the couch and pulls you into his side. You can smell his aftershave and what you think might be burned grease from one of the many things he’s been tinkering with in the lab, it smells like him, like comfort.

“That fucking asshole. Unbelievable, I don’t even…” He leaves the thought unfinished.

His hands move up and down your arms in a soothing motion and you finally let yourself have it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears wet his shirt when you bury your face in. You sniffle up tears and snot when your face heats up.

There’s no way to know how long Tony lets you sob into him, no doubt ruining his vintage Depeche Mode shirt. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to buy him a new one later. But for now you’ll just allow yourself to cry and you can deal with the world in the morning.

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Tony lets you fall asleep on his chest, feeling somewhere between furious and heartbroken by proxy. He thinks about letting you sleep and giving Steve a piece of his mind but figures that’s not what you need right now. Your phone sits on the table and he touches the screen to check the time. No notifications on your homescreen except for a missed call from Bucky and an old photo of Steve making a funny face as your background.

Had Steve not even tried to call you? Had he not even tried to go after you? Why was Bucky of all people the only one to be trying to get a hold of you? Prick.

Selfishly Tony is glad that he has a good reason to be rude to Steve now, he has to admit. You two had always been close but when you and Steve started dating he saw less and less of you. He couldn’t fault you for it though, you were so in love with Steve and you knew that the relationship between the two of them was strained so you kept your distance a bit.

He thought of all the sacrifices you’d made for Steve. You gave up your childhood home in the Bronx that your parents had willed to you to move in with him because he wanted you to be closer to the tower. You gave up a promotion and transfer to DC when you were still just an agent, granted you were an avenger now but it doesn’t matter, he’d made a very big deal out of you turning it down. You gave up the friendship the two of you had.

It was incredible, really. How much you had done for him only for him to turn around and love someone else behind your back. Brave enough to fight aliens and terrorists but too cowardly to break up with you and leave you with some dignity. Did anyone else know about this?

Tony had to stop himself from getting too angry, afraid he’d wake you up. So instead he went back to plotting up schematics for the half-finished suit mod he’d been in the middle of when you called.

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It’s been a week and you still haven’t properly talked to Steve. After two days on Tony’s couch you need to look at things from a logical stance. Where am I going to stay? It’s not like you had your parent’s place anymore and you didn’t want to sign a new lease on an apartment. You could always move into the tower but that meant a higher chance of running into Steve.

You were thinking about all of this out loud to Tony when he offered you the guest bedroom in his penthouse. You were shocked, he’s always been a generous man but after you drifted apart from him you were surprised he even let you stay these past few days. Maybe now was a good time to rebuild your friendship with him and have some space from work.

What’s work going to be like? You agree and go on a temporary leave from the team, just a month to collect yourself. If you really wanted to you could go back but the thought of seeing everyone that knew about Steve’s affair was humiliating and enraging in one go.

It turns out Sam had been playing therapist to Steve in all of this, Nat figured it out through some sleuthing, and Wanda had inadvertently heard his thoughts about her. And none of them thought to tell you? To save you from the anguish but to let it fester? Steve wasn’t the only one that betrayed you. They all had.

What will I say to him? Should I say anything to him? Turns out the answer was ‘nothing’. You texted him to let him know you were moving out and you’d be by to get your things as a courtesy. You walked into an empty apartment and you were almost relieved.

He’d chosen to not be here but he’d left you a letter on the kitchen counter next to a framed photo of the two of you on vacation last year. You scoff but don’t touch the letter. Every ounce of restraint you have is being used as you leave it untouched. But you don’t need to know what excuses or apologies he has on deck, nothing he could say would exonerate him of his wrong-doings. You had no intentions of speaking to him but secretly you hoped he suffered as he stewed in his guilt and inner-turmoil. He deserves to.

When you pack you leave every gift he ever gave you, taking only what you’d brought with you in the first place. You take one look at the unmade bed and almost go to make it out of habit but then you think of the two of them there together. All the long missions you went on without him, all the times you stayed late at work or went out with your friends. How many times had he been here with her while you were there?

You end up only leaving with two suitcases and a backpack full of things. Tony waits for you in the lobby, understanding you wanted your space when you went to get your things in case Steve was there.

The elevator doors open to him taking a selfie with a couple of fans and shaking hands. He’s all too happy to be recognized but when he sees you his eyes soften. Not out of pity, but fondness, like he’s proud of you for getting out.

He sends you a questioning look with a silent question. Are you okay?

You smile at him and for the first time in days it’s a genuine, non-placating, happy-to-see-you smile. It’s okay, I’ll be okay.

He takes one of your suitcases from you and helps you load them into the back of the car before opening the door for you. The drive back to Tony’s is silent but comfortable. The trust you have in each other is strong and unspoken. Something you’ve always been grateful for between the two of you.

He doesn’t ask you about Steve or what happened, always letting you come to him first, which you appreciate. And when you talk he just listens. No bullshit unsolicited advice about moving on or how everything happens for a reason or getting back out there, just listens.

You know the road ahead is long and it will be difficult, but you have someone in your corner and the knowledge that what happened isn’t your fault and that you’re a badass and fuck Steve Rogers and fuck anyone else that did you wrong in all of this. Maybe you’ll forgive them someday but for now you’re gonna focus on you and work on building yourself back up. You’re ready for the ups and downs, you’re ready to fight.

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masterofmunson · 3 years

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look after you (3)

TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam asks you to join him and Bucky on a mission in Madripoor. When you get injured, Bucky feels the need to remind you more than once that he’s supposed to look after you now that Steve’s gone.

Warnings: sexual themes, language, typical marvel violence, blood, death, murder, just to be sure that i cover all the basis this is 18+. minors dni

Word Count: 5.1k+

Author’s Note: Hello!!!! I am really sorry that this part took me forever to post. The last month has kicked my ass but now everything’s a little calmer. As always, enjoy and tell me what you think! Comments, reblogs, and asks are encouraged and greatly appreciated.

When you return to Latvia nearly a day later, you’re more than eager to get back on your feet. Despite the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion running through your body, you’re glad to be back at it with Bucky and Sam. You’re somewhat rested, and you take the opportunity to visit one of the refugee camps to see if you could find any information on Donya Madani.

When you enter the camp, you try your best to keep a low profile. You don’t draw attention to yourselves and try not to ruffle any feathers.

“We should split up, cover more ground,” Zemo stated.

Bucky glares at him, shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not. You’ll just take off.”

You press a hand against Bucky’s shoulder. He looks over at you and you smile gently at him. “I’ll go with him,” you said.

His blue eyes stare into yours. It makes your heart race and your knees weak. Warmth spreads across your entire body. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. He knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself and keeping a watchful eye on Zemo. It’s why he doesn’t argue.

The four of you split in two and you and Zemo begin walking in the opposite direction. You’re on high alert, watching the refugees carefully. They don’t seem too concerned with your presence and avoid you entirely when you speak and attempt to approach them about Donya Madani. Although you tried connecting with them in the native language, no one wanted to talk.

You’re silent for the most part, taking in your surroundings. You walk past a makeshift classroom and the teacher and his students hurry away from you. This wasn’t what you hoped and wasn't successful. It started to piss you off.

“Have you and Sergeant Barnes been together for long?” Zemo asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Your brows pinch together and you stop in your tracks. Zemo turns to look at you expectantly. You take a careful breath. The last thing you need is for Zemo to get under your skin in a place where no one trusted you and away from Sam and Bucky. You begin walking again and Zemo falls into step beside you.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” you justified with a calm tone to your voice, “but we’re not together.”

You feel Zemo’s smirk beside you as he looks over at you. You grit your teeth and squeeze the inside of your palms harshly. You can’t react. You have to lay low. Do not cause a scene. Don’t bring unwarranted attention. Do not stand out.

“But you care deeply for one another, correct?”

That much was obvious. You’ve always cared for each other. At the beginning it was because of Steve. Anyone Steve loved and cared for, by extension, you did too. It was also how you felt towards Sam when you were introduced to one another.

But something changed along the way. You sought each other out. You relied on him as he did with you. You’d grown incredibly close prior to the blip, and if it hadn’t happened, maybe things would be different. Bucky would always be there to help Sam, regardless of the indifference he shows towards him. You’re tired of fighting. It’s all you’ve ever done. You can’t do it anymore.

Bucky feels the need to repent and right his wrongs even though he was tortured and brainwashed to commit such heinous acts. He won’t stop fighting. He needs to help, to protect, to be good for the world. It’s all he’s ever wanted and it had been taken from him for so long.

You nod in reply. You say nothing else. You weren’t about to spill your secrets to the man that brought Bucky incredible pain. He is not your friend and you don’t owe him anything.

Thankfully, Zemo says nothing and you eventually regroup in the courtyard of the camp. You’d come up with nothing valuable and neither had Sam and Bucky. You would be leaving empty handed.

You watch Zemo approach a young girl as you stand beside Bucky. You feel his gaze against the side of your face. You don’t say anything. You’re still reeling from your conversation with Zemo.

Your heart beat picks up and the stress you feel gathers on your shoulders. Bucky whispers your name and this time you turn to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

No, you wanted to say. He made your mind a jumbled mess. You couldn’t think clearly with him so close to you. He makes your body tingle with want and desire. You wanted James Buchanan Barnes to ruin you completely, if only for a night, consequences be damned.

You swallow the lump in your throat and push down the desire in your chest. The corners of your mouth twitch upwards in a soft smile. You nod, looking back over as Zemo rejoins the group.

“I’m fine,” you said with as much conviction as you could muster and take a step away from him.

Lie, you hissed to yourself. You’ve never lied so blatantly to Bucky before. It made your chest ache painfully.

What could you say? You make me feel like a fool. No one’s made me feel like a fool, not even Steve. But you didn’t want Steve. You didn’t desire him the way you do Bucky, dare you say loved him in the way you think you love Bucky.

Your mind races with imagination. The feeling of his hands on your waist. His lips pressed against the junction of your neck and shoulder. The contrast between his warm, calloused right hand and the coolness of his metal arm trailing along your body and pulling your clothes off.

You needed to get away from him, and fast. You can barely breathe with him beside you.

You’re the first to leave the camp and Sam, Bucky, and Zemo trail after you as they bicker at one another. Yet again, Zemo was one step ahead and holding the information hostage.

As you make your way back to the townhouse, you freeze in the middle of the street. The uniform is unmistakable. You’d seen it on posters, on television, and even on public buses. John Walker, the man you had no desire to meet, was approaching you with his buddy right beside him.

His voice thunders in the street, causing locals to stop what they’re doing to look at the new Captain America. He stops in front of you and looks you up and down. Just as you were sizing him up, he was doing the same to you.

“Is this the reason why you won’t return any of my messages? You’re too busy slumming it with Wilson and Barnes, as well as a known terrorist? I thought you knew better.” Walker asked.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m on vacation,” you said like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Just so happens that Sam and Bucky are in town at the same time I am. Crazy coincidence, right?”

“Watch your mouth, Walker,” Bucky growled at the man.

John’s eyes narrow as he stares at you, ignoring Bucky completely. You’re being childish and petty but you don’t care. Walker is an asshole. His eyes challenge yours, but you square your shoulders and stare him down. He doesn’t scare you. You don’t answer to him.

“We’ll take it from here. Zemo is coming with us.”

“No, he’s not,” Sam said. “We have somewhere to be and Zemo is the only one who can take us there. This is the only time that we may be able to reason with Karli, she lost the person closest to her.”

You resume your trek up the street and the boys fall close behind you. Bucky’s quick to join your side and Walker runs ahead to stop you from moving any further. His gaze flickers between you, Sam, and Bucky. You roll your eyes and let out a scoff.

“You’re really going to let your partner do this, Bucky?” Walker asked him, looking between the two men.

Bucky and Walker bicker back and forth and you and Zemo slip between them when you notice the same girl he had spoken to earlier. You follow her quietly through a back door and slip inside the building. You watch Sam disappear around the corner and you lean against a metal beam in the boiler room. You pick at your nails and ignore Walker pacing the length of the room, looking over at Bucky every now and then as he guards the door.

Walker huffs impatiently and takes a step towards the door. You stand up and Bucky shoves Walker back. You swallow the lump in your throat as the two men stare at one another. At the mention of the serum in Bucky’s veins, rage runs through you. He didn’t ask to be the Winter Soldier. He didn’t ask for the serum. The serum had taken so much from him. It’s not something that he’s proud of.

“Don’t you dare say that,” you hissed at him, shoving him away from Bucky. You were so close to clocking him in the jaw. “You have no idea how much he has lost because of the serum.”

There’s a glint in his eyes and he looks between you and Bucky. “What are you, his guard dog?”

“I can say the same thing about Lemar.”

“We’ve waited around long enough. It’s time to go.”

He shoves himself past Bucky and Lemar does the same. You and Bucky run after them into the main room where Karli and Sam are. Her brown eyes widen in panic and betrayal as she looks from Sam back to John. Sam attempts to reason with her again and you run straight between them in an attempt to block John’s attack.

Karli’s super strength sends you and Sam flying into the nearby table and she takes off. Bucky runs after her and you scramble to your feet. You split off from Sam and back track into the boiler room. The handcuffs are empty and you curse loudly before racing down a flight of stairs. Your heart feels as if it’s beating out of your chest and the adrenaline rushes through you. The ache in your shoulder is the least of your concerns as you creep up to the basement door.

With a gun in one hand, you reach for the handle and twist the knob. It doesn’t budge under the pressure of your hand as you attempt to jiggle it open. The sound of gunfire rings through your ears on the other side of the door. You point the gun on the lock and fire until there’s a hole in the door. You shove your body against the door and it caves under your weight.

With your gun raised, you climb down the steps before relenting at the sight of Zemo unconscious on the floor with John looming over him. You tuck your gun in the back of your jeans and look over the room. Shattered glass vials are all over the floor and you glance at Walker suspiciously.

“What happened?” you asked.

“Zemo shot Karli and destroyed the vials that contained the serum,” he answered before turning his back on you and climbing up the stairs.

Sam and Bucky join you several minutes later. You stare up at them against a cold metal crate beside the unconscious Baron. Bucky crouches in front of you and looks at you carefully.

“You okay? What happened?” he asked.

You nod your head and tell them what supposedly happened while you were attempting to get to Zemo and John Walker before anything worse happened. It made you feel uneasy and you have a gut feeling that Walker was lying to you.

“Do you believe him?” Sam questioned, looking over at Zemo.

You shook your head. You run a hand through your hair and let out a sigh. “No. I don’t trust him. Something about the way he looked at the broken vials makes me nervous. I don’t think he was telling me the whole truth.”

Silence falls between the three of you before Sam speaks again. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll regroup back at the house.”

You nod and get back on your feet. Sam and Bucky pull Zemo from the floor and drag him out of the basement out of the camp to the main street. You return to the house and Zemo is placed on the nearest couch. Bucky disappears out the door once more and you join Sam at the kitchen counter. You fish around the liquor cabinet and pour two glasses of whiskey for you and Sam.

You take the time to shake off the stress and anxiety in your shoulders and enjoy the brief silence covering the room.

It doesn’t last long, and soon Zemo begins to stir back into consciousness. He groans loudly and grasps at his head. Sam wordlessly grabs an ice pack from the fridge and hands both the pack and the glass of whiskey over to him.

You sit down in one of the loveseats and kick your feet up on the coffee table. Within seconds, Zemo starts spewing his self righteous bullshit.

“Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up?” you snapped, downing the rest of your whiskey.

Sam smiles and a low chuckle from Zemo fills the room. You sigh softly and ignore him once more. Bucky returns several minutes later and practically rips off his leather jacket. It makes your cheeks flush and you watch him pour himself his own drink into a glass.

“There’s something wrong about Walker,” he said with a huff.

“You don’t say,” Sam replied with a smirk.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one, because I am crazy.” He takes a sip of his whiskey.

You bark out a laugh and Sam does the same. “Can’t argue with that.”

There’s a beat of silence that falls over the room and Bucky sighs deeply. “You shouldn’t have given him the shield.”

You jump to your feet and step between the two men. Your hand presses against his chest. “You know he didn’t give the shield to him, Bucky.”

A flash of hurt and anger appears across his face. You had never been on the receiving end of his hurt and anger before. It makes your chest ache as you look at him. He takes a step away from you and glares. Your heart leaps inside your throat and you attempt to reach for him again. He pushes your hand away. He had never rejected you so blatantly before.

“How can you say that? After all that Steve’s done for you and you’re so casual and flippant about the shield! How dare you!” he yelled at you, his voice thundering off the walls and into your ears. It makes you wince and you’re fighting back tears.

“He’s gone!” you shouted back. “Why should I care about something that was left behind by someone who abandoned me!”

His eyes darken as he stares at you. He shakes his head in disbelief and a bitter laugh leaves his throat. “Sam should have never asked you to come.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right, but I won’t abandon Sam the way that Steve abandoned me. I’m willing to sacrifice what needs to be done, even if it makes me unhappy. I’m not a coward. I don’t want to be here more than you do,” you hissed, your body filling with rage. “I’m more than happy to leave.”

“Good! Then go!”

“Fine!”

Just as you’re about to gather your things and storm out of the house, the doors burst open and John and Lemar storm inside. He points to Zemo and says, “He’s coming with us. Hand him over.”

Sam and John argue with one another and you step away from Bucky. You’re pissed and hurt and you have no energy to join their bitching contest. You cross your arms over your chest and just seconds pass before the Dora Milaje walk through the doors.

You watch with a smug smirk as Walker reaches a hand out to Ayo. You hold your breath as he places a hand on her shoulder. A split second passes and John and Lemar are both getting their asses kicked. You stand out of the way and gleam as they struggle against the Dora Milaje. One of the spears slices through the air and pins the shield against the kitchen table.

“Looking strong, John!” Bucky exclaimed.

If you weren’t pissed at him, you would’ve laughed. Sam says his name disapprovingly and Bucky rolls his eyes as he attempts to stop Ayo from doing anymore damage. Sam soon follows suit and you sigh before joining them.

You had spent several long months training alongside the Dora Milaje when you were on the run after the Accords. They had helped you perfect your technique and made you an ever better fighter. You block the jabs of the spear with the outside of your forearms and quickly side step out of the way as one of the women aims at your gut.

With all things considered, you were fairing far better than both Sam and Bucky combined, and you hadn’t been keeping up with your training regiment.

Another spear nearly sideswipes your face and your reflexes take over as you spin out of the way. You’re growing tired and out of breath, and they still haven't been able to get you to yield.

Soon you were overpowered and you fell on your back with a loud crash. The wind is knocked out of you and you see stars at the corners of your eyes. Your head turns towards the bathroom doors and you can see an outline of a sewage drain. Zemo had escaped in the middle of the fight.

John and Lemar are the first to leave, followed by the Dora Milaje. Bucky lends a hand down to you and you slap it away. You could be petty and angry too. You pretend not to notice the flash of hurt and surprise on his face as he adjusts to his metal arm again with a roll of his shoulder.

“You okay?” Sam asked you.

You grunt in response. “Fine.”

“Let’s go.”

You leave the house and trail behind Sam and Bucky as you walk down a number of streets with no particular destination. You’re silent and fuming as you listen to Sam talk on the phone. He stops up ahead and glances down at his phone.

“That was Sarah. Karli threatened my nephews. She wants to meet and said for me to come alone,” Sam said, staring at the coordinates on the screen.

“We’re coming with you,” Bucky said. There was no room for discussion and Sam didn’t argue.

You’re nearly out of breath when you arrive at the correct coordinates. You attempt to control your breathing as you creep up the stairs with Sam in front and Bucky behind. Sam yells for Karli and she steps in front of one of the white pillars. You stand beside Bucky just far enough that it doesn’t make it seem like you’re a threat. Her eyes flicker over to the two of you before returning to look back at Sam.

You shift nervously on your feet and the sound of Sharon’s voice rings through your ears. She had found John. Karli takes off and it takes a split second for Bucky to run after her. You cling to Sam and he takes off in the air.

“Brace yourself!” Sam shouted at you.

You cling to his back and use his shoulder for cover as he breaks through the glass ceiling. You shake off your legs and Sam squeezes your arm reassuringly.

Suddenly a body flies through the closest door and hits the wall with a crack. To your own horror, John walks up to the man, a man that has super soldier strength, like it’s nothing. It scares the shit out of you as you watch with wide eyes as Walker bends a steel pipe in half before sending the Flag Smasher to the ground once more.

You glance over at Sam and he’s just staring at John. “What did you do?”

You both know that you didn’t need him to answer to come to the right conclusion. Somehow John had managed to snag a vial of the serum. You were right back at the memorial. Something was wrong and it had been John all along. He had knocked out Zemo and stole the last vial before it could be destroyed.

You feel a sense of responsibility for it. If you had reacted quicker than you did down in the basement, maybe then Walker wouldn’t actually have the serum running through him. You could’ve stopped him and you didn’t, and it was all because of a locked door. You could hold your own against John without the serum, but now that he has it and he’s always so full of rage, you don’t know if you would be able to. He had the strength to kill you.

You follow the two men in a daze in an attempt to find Lemar. Everything was quiet and still. It sends you on edge. You step into an empty workshop. Tables are flipped on their sides, chairs everywhere, and scraps of paper and wood litter the floor.

Sam pushes you out of the way as a Flag Smasher jumps from the overhead balcony straight towards you. You stumble slightly before regaining your bearings and joining the fight. Your body screams in protest but you push through it. With every kick and punch finding its intended target, you’ve lived to see another second.

One of them kicks you in the backside, cornering you with another partner. The force of the kick nearly knocks the breath out of you. You shake it off and dodge a stab to the face. You quickly disarm the knife from your opponent and use their surprise to your advantage.

You may not have super serum in your blood, but you put up one hell of a fight. You easily avoided and stepped away as your attacker spins in the air. You wait for an opening and kick your leg up high, sending them backwards. You throw the knife down just inches from their head as a warning.

As you turn on your back, you quickly stumble as another opponent reaches to stab you. Bucky comes barreling in with an iron fist and the man goes flying and crashes into a nearby table. You have a split second to react as Bucky drags you back on your feet.

You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to fight, especially defensively. If any of the Flag Smashers noticed that you were favoring your left side more than your right, they would use it to their advantage and kill you. Your right shoulder throbs and you taste blood and sweat on your tongue.

You spin on your heels as you watch Karli barrel towards you, nearly taking your head off. You were tired, but you were still fast on your feet.

It feels like it happens in slow motion. Lemar miraculously appears and throws Karli off balance. For a brief moment, he was holding his own.

Until he wasn’t.

Karli punches him with so much force that the sound of the pillar cracking underneath his weight vibrates through your ears. Everything stops, even Karli and her followers stare at the man pinned against the pillar. A number of sounds and voices fill your ears as you watch John crouch beside his partner to try and find a pulse. He shakes his head but nothing happens. There’s no response.

Lemar’s gone. Lemar is dead.

Sam nearly drags you with him as John jumps out of the building at the closest window. Your legs burn, screaming for rest as you run alongside Bucky and Sam through the building towards the growing sounds of screaming in the courtyard.

Bucky stops you and grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly. There was nothing you could do but watch as John publicly executed someone with the shield. A shield that used to mean so much to the world was now and forever tainted. It’s legacy is gone.

The civilians that had gathered starred in complete awe with their phones out as they witnessed Captain America slaughter a man that wasn’t responsible for Lemar’s death.

He just stares off into the crowd, breathing hard and heavy as the blood from his victim stains the shield. He takes off, running away from the crowd, presumably to get away from Sam and Bucky.

You take a step, intending to run after him, but Sam stops you. “We’ll get him later. Right now we need to talk to the police and paramedics. If the countless videos aren’t enough proof of what John did was wrong, our statements will.”

You nod but don’t say anything as exhaustion takes over. Your knees buckle and Bucky nearly carries you to the nearest ambulance. A blanket is wrapped around you and you’re given a bottle of water. Bucky leans against the ambulance door and your eyes watch another team of paramedics take care of the body underneath the statue.

He’s placed on to a stretcher and a cloth is draped over his body to give the illusion of privacy, even in death, despite the number of people that watch.

A police officer approaches the ambulance you’re sitting in and asks if you’re ready to give a statement. You nod as you gulp down your water. You tell the officer everything that happened that led to the tragic event that followed just several minutes earlier. You leave out any mentions of the serum. The US government would find out soon enough.

The officer thanks you for your time as another one approaches to take Bucky’s official statement. His is nearly identical to yours, apart from the times that you had split up and separated over the last two hours. He’s gruff and fuming and his arms are crossed over his chest. If you weren’t still angry at him, you would tease him, but now wasn’t the time. The officer thanks him again before scurrying off.

Sam reappears and adjusts the gear on his arms before shaking his arms. “There’s a ping on Walker’s location. He’s at some abandoned warehouse in a wooded area in the outskirts of the city.”

You nod and slip the blanket off your back. Your exhaustion could wait. You jump from the ambulance and Bucky rests a hand on your shoulder. You quickly brush it off.

“You better think long and hard before you open your mouth, Barnes. If it’s anything other than “you’re coming with us,” keep it to yourself,” you snapped at him.

He stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, and does exactly as you asked. He says nothing.

You walk in silence towards the outskirts of the city to John’s location. Your muscles burn with each step and you’re struggling to breathe, but you push through it. You have to for Sam and Bucky’s sake.

You hold your breath as you enter the warehouse. John’s back faces you and Sam throws an arm out in front of you to stop you from getting any closer. He turns to look at the three of you and you rock back on your heels.

“You don’t want to do this,” John said. His voice is casual and condescending.

Bucky rolls his shoulders. “Yeah, we do.”

The shield flies through the air just inches from your head. You double back as Bucky and Sam tag team against Walker.

Your eyes widen in horror at the sight and sound of Bucky crashing into one of the electrical beams. He remains still and it sends you into a panic. You’d never seen him like that before.

You run straight towards Walker. You use your weight and momentum to leap up and choke him with your thighs, a move Natasha had taught you all those years ago. His fingers dig into the tops of your thighs with all his strength. Your own hands are too busy scratching and squeezing at his throat.

Walker throws his back into a steel pole and it makes you lose your grip on him. The force of the impact sends you crumbling to the ground. Now it hurts to breathe.

You land with a loud crash. You’re in a daze and can barely see straight. Black specks and stars cover the corners of your eyes as you fight off unconsciousness.

John stands above you, his arm pulled back with the shield in hand. He was going to kill you, just like he did to the Flag Smasher, and there’s nothing you could do to stop him.

You’re too weak and injured to fight. You’re on the brink of physical exhaustion. You can’t mask the pain any longer. You’re going to die before you have the chance to tell Bucky how you feel.

You throw your hands up, a futile attempt to stop the shield from blowing your brains out.

Sam knocks John off balance just as the shield moves towards your head. Sam uses the strength of his wings and jet pack to kick John in the stomach while Bucky knocks him from behind. For the first time, John’s on the floor.

Sam and Bucky use all their combined strength to rip the shield from Walker’s grasp. There’s a loud crack that fills your ears and he howls in pain as his hand loosens around the shield.

He swings at Bucky with his uninjured arm and Bucky punches him right in the face. This time John doesn’t get up and Bucky grabs the shield and tosses it beside Sam’s head as he lays on the floor near you. Several silent seconds pass as the three of you catch your breath and attempt to regain your bearings.

Bucky crouches in front of you and gingerly threads his fingers through the hair at the back of your head. You’re not bleeding anywhere on the top of your head.

Although you couldn’t see straight, you know his deep blue eyes find yours. Your head spins and you feel like you’re about to puke.

“The shield,” you slurred, “did you get it?”

His soft laughter fills your ears. He wipes away the blood collecting under his nose. “Yes.”

You hum in approval and your vision begins to clear up. You blink rapidly and Bucky carefully wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to your feet.

Yes, you were still mad at him, but the way he held you against his side as you walked out of the warehouse made your stomach flip. It nearly makes you forget about your argument just hours earlier.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.04

10/23/2020

Strong Arms and Honest Kisses

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 3,636

Warnings: failed relationships, talks of lonliness, angst, FLUFF, complicated relationships

A/N: This one is a little shorter than my chapters recently. Part of this is because this felt like a complete chapter but I also did a lot of rewriting with this one. I wrote half of it, then deleted it. Then wrote it again. Then deleted it. I finally got a good flow going and this is the one I liked the most. I hope y’all like it too. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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The walk back to your room is awkward.

Full of fluttering hesitant energy.

There’s a new electricity between your body and Thor’s as he walks beside you, heavy feet falling slowly, with forethought.

He has his hands behind his back, feeling the need to keep them to himself after what happened in the garden.

You appreciate the space.

“That was my first kiss.” You admit, hating the silence between you because it feels like both of you want to say so much but are unwilling to speak first.

“Oh,” Thor laments, his gaze wavering. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” You rush to reassure him, shrugging a shoulder as you look straight once more. “I-I mean, you wanted a maiden, right? A virgin?”

When you look at him, he’s blushing, his cheeks a soft pink underneath that hay colored beard.

It’s cute and you feel a surge of warmth for him fill your chest.

“That wasn’t necessarily what I wanted.” He clarifies.

“Oh…” Your turn to lament. “I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, a flurry of worries come rushing forward. You don’t have any experience. None. Zero. Tonight has been the most action you’ve ever seen in your life.

No one has ever held your hand.

No one has ever been so caring and sweet.

No one has definitely ever kissed you.

No one has ever proposed.

You have no experience to offer Thor, as a wife, will you be able to satisfy him?

He’s a literal God. He’s really, super old, and has probably slept with lots of women…or…beings? Aliens?

How are you going to live up to that?

“I just…I’ve never even really liked anyone, so I never was with anyone, and I’m sorry-” You fret, stopping to look up at him.

He places his hands over yours, stopping your fidgeting.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He whispers gently.

You meet his blue eye and it’s just as soft as his voice.

“We can talk about that part of our marriage later. Let’s take this one day at a time.”

“But I-I don’t know what to do with that. I mean, I kinda know but I don’t know. I don’t want to-I’m kinda scared of-”

Thor’s blush returns and your own neck is suddenly burning.

That previously terrifying image of Thor prying your legs open that you’d imagined back at home replays itself in your mind, this time the fear is not for the man himself but the act in general.

Thor’s hands finding the side of your neck interrupt your vocal vomit.

With you silenced, he traces the lines of your shoulders, the length of your arms before he takes hold of your elbows over your cloak which is keeping them warm.

“We have time, cherub.” The pet name comes out of nowhere and sounds so strange but good and you’re not sure you know how to breathe anymore. “Time to worry about many things later. Tonight, let’s just enjoy this agreement to try.”

With a lick to your lips, you nod, shutting your eyes as you’re overwhelmed by not only the pleasure that stupid pet name has given you but also his hands still wrapped around your elbows.

“Thank you for telling me.” Thor whispers, pulling you a little closer. “These are things that are good to know. I will be sure to make preparations for us.”

“Preparations?” You nearly squeak.

“Things to make it easier for you. But as I said,” his ears grow nice and red too, now. “We have plenty of time to think about that later. Almost three days!”

You scoff, “That’s not a lot of time, Thor.”

“No,” he chuckles. “I suppose you’re right.”

“This is happening so fast.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. That’s my fault. I’ve been putting this choice off for so long that now that I’ve made it, they want me to follow through quickly.” Thor takes a step back, reaching down to take your hand.

You eagerly hold his hand back, grateful for the comfort it gives you but also you really like holding his hand, you realize.

“Let’s get you to bed. Even though Hilde was completely drunk, she’ll still wake up early enough to make you hate her.” He pulls you along, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze every few steps.

“Thor?”

“Hm?” He asks, not sparing you a glance.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Your own eyes are glued to his hand around yours.

You seriously like the way his hand looks around yours. Why are you letting yourself fall this hard? It’s not right. It’s not fair. To you. To him.

“Do what?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“This.” You give your hand a shake, the two of you rounding the corner to the hall where your room is.

He doesn’t stop walking until he reaches the door. He twists the knob and pulls it open, stepping in with you before turning to close it.

Swallowing hard, you try not to lose your breath again. There’s a pressure in your chest that you know is coming from the way he shut that door.

He turns, strutting towards you as he keeps hold of your hand. You take several steps back until your legs hit the edge of your bed forcing you to sit.

For a moment you think he might move over you, just like that image in your head. Instead he sits down beside you.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” He asks, pulling your hand over onto his lap.

“I hope so.” You relax, waiting patiently as he takes a deep breath.

“I haven’t seen Jane in almost three months.” He explains. “She’s been secluded in an installation in the middle of nowhere. In Wyoming? And I’ve been so busy here…this is the same struggle we always have. I cannot get away because of my own duties now much more formal and inescapable as King. And Jane’s work has always been the most important thing to her.

“I knew that when we agreed to try again but I was hoping that we might both take some time to prioritize our relationship. Jane was the first person I met when I was sent here. She was kind and patient. She was brilliant. Smartest person I’ve ever met. Smarter than Stark and Banner, don’t tell them I told you that.” He smiles. “But it’s that very brain that keeps her focus elsewhere. And I don’t begrudge her that passion. It’s one of the reasons I fell for her.

“But we don’t seem to be able to make it work.”

Hearing him praise her so much, love her so openly dries your throat and you can’t swallow to push past the lump there to speak. So, you say nothing.

“This,” Thor pulls your hand up a little, readjusting and holding it more securely. “This feels good.”

That helps.

“But you wish it was her?” You wonder.

Thor goes silent, averting his eyes to his hand around yours.

“Not anymore.” He sighs. “Until tonight, I would have said yes. I would have given anything for you to be Jane. To marry the woman I love? How could I not want that? It’s what I’ve always hoped for.”

You feel disappointment pull your body down, shoulders slumped, head falling so that you don’t have to look at him anymore.

You feel strong fingers take hold of your chin, gently tilting your head back until you can meet his electric blue eye.

“When I met you, I was surprised. I’d met with woman, after woman, after woman, after woman-”

“Alright, I get it.” You frown.

Thor stops to laugh but then nods, “Sorry. I only mean that every woman I met, all the other princesses and duchesses and ladies once related to direct royal families were kind but there was something calculating about the way they spoke. They were careful with the things they said and I didn’t feel like I was really getting to know them.”

“But with me?”

“With you, I-it was like recognizing someone that I’d known my whole life. You sat there, terrified but unable to keep from speaking your mind. You were honest about not wanting to marry for anything but love and I understood how you felt. I’d made up my mind not to choose you then. I didn’t want to take from you what was being taken from me, but I-the more I thought about marrying one of those women…I told myself I would let you find someone you could be with, even as my wife.

“We’d keep it secret. You could be with them and I would give you your privacy and let you live that life while protecting it for you.” He sighs. “Then you came here, and dinner brought me hope. I didn’t think that you could ever want to feel any other way for me than that disappointment I saw cross your face when I asked you to marry me and live your life with me without feeling loved.”

“Neither did I.” You confess, words coming out in a rush. “I hated you when I came here. I hated my family for being related to royalty. I hated that I was suddenly being asked to think about shit that I honestly, didn’t even care about! And then I met you and you were nice and confused and you asked me that stupid fucking question about my ideal marriage and I had no one else to picture so I pictured you and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Thor smiles, “If I’m honest, that’s also what drew me to you. To be fair though, I didn’t ask any of the other women that question, but it was clear without them having to say so that they were after the prestige that comes with being a human Queen of Asgard.”

“But I know that you still love her.” You continue, ignoring the sweet smile he’s giving you because your mind will not stop fretting. “I know that you’d much rather have it be Jane so, I’m only saying that you don’t have to force yourself to hold my hand or show me affection when you don’t feel it.”

Thor sighs heavily, a huff as he takes hold of your head with both massive hands and pulls you towards him to meet his lips.

This time your surprise only lasts a second before you squeeze your eyes shut and pucker your lips back against his.

You can feel his body shake and you tear your eyes open, searching for what’s making him laugh but find him watching you.

He pulls back, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Relax. There’s no need to be nervous.” He whispers, deep. It settles in your chest cavity and you really like the sound of his voice.

“I’ve never kissed before.” You remind him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Kissing is easy.” Thor tells you. “Just pucker your lips,”

You do as he asks, self-conscious but eager to feel that kiss again.

“Then let me do the rest.” He pulls you back to him and your eyes shut as his lips meet yours.

It’s only a peck. A held one. Until Thor’s hands guide your head to the right as he tilts his to the left and suddenly his lips are overlapping your own. They’re hot, wet, and his breath tickles.

You jump as the tip of his tongue rolls along the seam of your mouth and without making the choice to do it, you open for him and he delves in slowly. Your body is suddenly humming, your mind overcome, and it all feels like a dream.

He inhales as he kisses you, tongue swirling around your own and you don’t know what to do so you reach out to grip the edge of his armor around his chest, hands fisted around the leather while he leads you in this dizzy dance.

He tilts your head the other way, breaking the kiss to take a breath giving you a second to gasp, but then he’s back on you, smothering your whimper of surprise with his lips.

As he presses against yours again, he dives in with more excitement, mouth open, tongue tasting.

You’re trembling, legs shaking with nerves as your hands hold on harder.

As he pulls away, lips smacking quietly, he caresses your cheeks again, letting you come down from your high.

He waits patiently until your eyes open, searching wildly to see what you might find in his.

All you find is his own searching, his own curiosity.

“Um…” You mumble, voice barely audible.

“If you let me in,” He says, his breath washing over your lips again making the past few minutes replay in vivid color. “I will open for you. I think we can do this right. I want to do this right. Will you do this with me?”

Your hands are shaking around his arm, still reeling from that kiss. Holy shit.

“I already said yes.” You point out.

“Say it again.” Thor pleads, scooting closer.

You’re almost completely pulled against his chest, hands squished between your bodies.

“This is happening so fast.” You gasp, confused but happy.

“It has to.” He nods. “I want it to.”

“But how do I know it’s real?” You wonder, and to answer you, Thor crushes you against his chest, head dipping until he meets your lips again.

“It’s real.” He says, tilting your head again, coaxing your mouth open.

You respond more eagerly this time, letting your tongue swirl around his to meet it in its frenzy. Your heart pounds with excitement. This is new and you can understand why people like it. You’ve wondered in passing what it would feel like when you saw it happen in films and shows, taking the books you’d read as gospel for what it feels like but they pale in comparison to the reality.

It’s a haze of pleasure. Foggy but the emotions sharp. It’s also possessive. It feels like yours now. This with Thor can never belong to anyone else. The very thought of it being felt by someone else breaks your heart and also boils your blood.

It makes you bolder, pulling him closer where you have hold of him.

“Let me in.” Thor whispers against your lips, giving you one small final peck. “It’s real for me, I swear to you.”

Can you trust him?

Everything he’s said so far makes sense. His disillusionment with his relationship with Jane is not fake. You were able to hear the sadness in his voice, the acceptance when he explained what was happening with her.

“If you can try to love me, I will try to love you.” He whispers, reaching down with his thumb to trace the shape of your lower lip.

You shut your eyes, seduced by his touch.

“You’re not playing fair,” You sigh. “This is coercion.”

Opening your eyes, you find Thor smiling, and you wonder if this is what he looks like when he likes someone. Is this him smitten?

You don’t think so.

You can’t wrap your mind around him being anything but tolerant of you. He’d been so vocal about loving Jane that you can’t see how only meeting with you twice might override that, even if they are currently struggling.

“I already told you yes! Brunnhilde was right about you.”

“And I want to hear you say it again. For good measure.” He traces the line of your jaw, cup your chin from beneath once he reaches it. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’ll try with me. We’ll do everything in our power and devote ourselves to each other. You’ll love me and I will love you.”

His words give your stomach flutters and the way he’s holding your chin makes it so that you can’t look away to clear your head.

So, you nod. “I will love you, Thor. We’ll make this work. As long as you never touch me unless you really want to. I don’t want you to force it. I want it to be real.”

Desperately, you want it. Now more than ever.

“Deal.” Thor says, then wraps one arm around your shoulders and meets your lips again.

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You wake with a gasp, reaching around for something though you don’t know what. No one had slept with you.

The bed is rightfully empty. As you sit up, you remember every little detail of last night. The words that were spoken, the declarations made, the kisses.

Oh, fuck, the kisses!

You lay back down, heart pounding while you urge yourself to think of every single shift of Thor’s lips against your own.

They’d been so hot, and wet once he’d French kissed you. His tongue had been thick and smooth in its movements. Skilled though you don’t know what you’d compare it to in order to know that for sure.

His arms had been huge and strangely safe. Wrapped up around you, he’d been a powerhouse of heat and strength, lulling you into a calm you’ve never felt before.

Reaching up to scratch your forehead, a small shine catches your eye, and you find your engagement ring, dazzling you with its beauty and the memory of Thor on one knee.

For a moment you’re almost sure that you’ll wake up and all of this will be a dream. A good dream that you had no idea you could ever have wanted.

Then a knock on your door makes you jump, and you sit up again.

Through the door marches Brunnhilde with the swagger of a soldier heading into battle, her clothes relaxed however, plain jeans, a red sweater, and heavy work boots.

“Good!” She smiles at you, “You’re awake! Estrid, bring in Her Highness’s breakfast and set aside one of the other dresses His Majesty bought for her.”

“I’m wearing another uncomfortable dress?” Your sorrow is clear and Brunnhilde smiles at you, her eyes flitting towards your ring. “So, that’s what they were up to.”

You follow her gaze and take a long look at your ring, “Who?”

“Loki and Thor.” Estrid moves past Brunnhilde, heading towards the desk at the far side of the room and places it there before she hurries to the armoire to sift through the dresses. “They’d disappeared a few days ago, went shopping or so they said. I didn’t believe them but clearly, they told me the truth. Just didn’t think they were shopping for a ring. It’s pretty.”

“It’s a lotus flower.” You tell her, throwing your blankets back and sliding to the edge of the bed. “He said he didn’t know that I liked flowers but was happy that I did since I’d like the ring more.”

“He said that?” She wonders, grabbing your robe from the vanity seat then offering it to you.

Taking it, you slip it on and tie it loosely around your waist. The smell of the food pulls you to the desk and you sit, immediately picking apart the eggs and toast.

“Mm.” You nod. “He did. He also said that he really wants to try. He’s willing to really give us a shot.”

Brunnhilde sits on the end of your bed, watching you eat with the space between her eyes puckered.

“Then he’s chosen to give her up finally.” Brunnhilde realizes, surprise painting her tone.

You look at her, intrigued by her own surprise.

“Is that weird?”

“No. Not weird, just unlikely. I never thought he’d really give up on Jane. They were so in love in the beginning when we first arrived. They were always together. Slowly they saw each other less and less, but his devotion never wavered.” She explains.

This doesn’t make you feel good. In fact, hearing about how deep their love was—is—unsettles you.

Fork still in your mouth, you watch her, mind racing.

“Eat up, Your Highness.” Brunnhilde says, rising. “Get dressed and meet me in the main hall. We have to go into town for your wedding dress fitting.”

As she moves for the door and Estrid crosses the room to your bed to lay out a stunning navy dress that looks way too formal for a dress fitting, you turn in your seat, hands grasping the back as you twist to follow her.

“Is Thor awake?”

“Yes.” Brunnhilde nods. “He left about half an hour ago for Wyoming to go see Jane, I assume to break things off with her.”

“Oh,” You shrink, fears you didn’t know you could have choking you.

What if he sees her and realizes he loves her too much to let her go? What if she changes her mind and decides that watching him marry someone else is unbearable? She decides to marry him and then he comes back to tell you that she’s agreed to be Queen and he no longer needs you?

Last night had only cemented your growing feelings for Thor and there is no way you can ever go back to before those kisses.

“He’ll be back tonight.” Brunnhilde assures you, but it only drives you crazier.

Why does he need until tonight?

Why so long? How many kisses will he give her? How many hugs will she take?

You shouldn’t begrudge him this goodbye. You should accept that with it will come with tears and affection that you already see as yours. You don’t want her to have it but it’s not yours yet. It’s intended for you, but right now Thor’s love is still hers.

This God of Thunder has absolutely wrecked you and it’s clear to you that you can never go back to your little home without him. You can never live a life where his arms are not around you.

You’re absolutely fucked.

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sketchguk · 4 years

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Hi, friends! I can honestly say that I’ve been on Tumblr for about 9 years, but only 7 of those months have been spent on this account. Being a part of this fandom means so much to me, and as cheesy as it may be, I’ve never felt so much love from a community like this. I think that I should spread a little love back to everyone through this festive follow forever post in the spirit of the holidays (there’s also a message for my beautiful followers at the very end, so bear with me). Although I may have not spoken to you all personally, you’ve made my experience here amazing!! Whether it’s seeing you on my dash or in my inbox, you’ve all made me smile one way or another!! I’ll admit right now that I’ve sent so many anonymous messages to you all because I’m really shy, haha. Not to mention, I follow so many amazing content creators, gif/gfx makers and fic writers alike, and I want to make you smile as much as you have made me!! Y’all are so lovely, and I’m not totally sure why anyone chooses to interact with me or to follow me nonetheless. Maybe you’ve read a fic of mine, or none at all, I appreciate you all the same 💕 I know some of you may be in and out of hiatus, but just know that I’m thinking of you!! And if this is the first time you’re coming across my blog, I guess this is a good time to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Teresa. It’s nice to meet you 😄

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#follow forever #mutual appreciation #this banner is so fugly pls don't stare at it for long LMAO #i spent longer than i should have making this @ 3am #went through way too many drafts #but it's worth it if i get to express my love !!#sincerely sorry if i forgot anyone :(( i'm new to this #i wish i could send you all a love letter !!#i would include love to gif/gfx makers but they're gonna see my banner and clown me LOL #happy new year loves <3 #i was afraid to post this bc i didn't wanna be annoying sksks i'm sorry #mutuals

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floof-reppu · 4 years

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New Year's Appreciation

I decided to do mine on New Year's Day specifically cause I was so tired last night and I was unable to properly function after 9:00

So, New Year! What do I want to accomplish on my blog this year before I give a few mentions?

Write more stuff for my OCs & their S/Os

Everyone seemed to really like Hayato and Suzume, and I was even planning on writing something pertaining to New Year's with them, but if you couldn't tell... things went a little downhill last week, but now I'm better! Not only that, but my brain is churning with ideas as we speak as to backstory, origin story, and even just drabbles. If an "Ask my OCs anything" event were to happen, would anyone be interested? I sure hope so, cause I plan on doing one in the near future!

Getting to at least 1,000 followers before the end of January/middle of February

This might seem like a huge goal for me, but all I need is ~250 more followers to reach it! If my posts could get reblogged and I could get out there more, I could get there in probably the next two weeks if need be! It all depends on you guys!

Continue being a Mt. Lady, Inasa, AND Camie fucker

With a new month a few weeks ago came... more babes in my arsenal. I've never been more happier with my writing, and now my absolute favorite turned into absolute favorites. I've been dying to write for all of them, because hell, all of them are super unappreciated in the fandom! I hope this year that I'll convert more people to my Mt. Lady cult (haha) as well as get others to appreciate Inasa and Camie more than they already do!

These mentions below are the people who have helped me throughout the last bit of 2019, from since I made the blog, or from a few months in, I appreciate every single one of you more than my words can show.

@sparkncharge, why don't I start with you? (totally not because you were the first person who popped up). I don't even remember exactly the day I texted you about a "collab" that we never ever did, but I don't regret it at all. I finally had the balls to text someone else on Tumblr! The past few months have been crazy to say the least, with you converting me to loving Nejire and I... may or may not have gotten you to love Mt. Lady and appreciate her just as much as I do. It's safe to say I might just try to sneak a bit more appreciation for Inasa and our girl Camie down here... haha. I'm so thankful to have you as a friend and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, I love you! ❤️

@lady-bakuhoe, Jo, where do I even start? We haven't talked that much privately except for when I was uh... going through shit... but you really helped to give me reassurance, plus you listened to some of my OC banter when nobody else really wanted to! For that I am thankful. (also you're never going to live down mistaking me for someone else... :) ) I hope we can become closer over the months ahead. Your writing is amazing, just like you are!

@ua-imagines, you three are such amazing people and I can't even begin to sing your praises. If it wasn't for the invitation to join the family, I don't rightly know what might have happened over the course of the past month. I've met so many awesome and amazing friends because of you, and to call them all, plus you guys my friends is a blessing. Our shenanigans never fail to put a smile on my face, even when I'm feeling down. Here's to another year packed full of new adventures, friendships, and even more.

@bakusquadbabes, wonder if you were expecting this, Meg? We vent to eachother a lot as well as bounce ideas back and forth to eachother, and not only that we run a server together! You're such an amazing writer, and I hope that this year for us is amazing as well!

@magpie-scribbles, alright Claire, you're gonna get an out from me and you're gonna like it. You are such an awesome writer AND artist, you are absolutely talented! You've done two commissions for me with another in the works and you never fail to put a smile on my face when I see you posted something about Hoshi! Let's not forget we have shared parenting over the little gremlin as well. You may be older than me by a few years, but it feels like I've known you for at least that long! I hope this year we can become better friends and *cough* spread the love of our OCs throughout the entire universe...

There's a few other mentions that I want to make, but my fingers are starting to cramp. The rest of these is a tag list full of people who have made the last half of 2019 amazing, whether a writing blog or not!

@katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @olivenight17 @wolves-rider @bnha-imagines-grill @bnhaclaimedmysoul @bnhaxxassociates @shoto-todoloki-a-hoe @quirkfics @kiriwhore-sama @kinda-ooc-just-a-little @kirisbabe @normiewrites @mhastories @my-romantic-academia @monst @keigos-dove @secondhand-trash @bnha-speaks @bnha-read-this

#2020 post #mha #author speaks

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jamielea81 · 5 years

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The Three Times You Met Sam Winchester

One Shot - About 4,800 words

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Minor angst, fluff, minor violence, a few curse words, implied smut (but not really)

This is my first Supernatural fic so please be gentle. Feedback, comments, reblogs are always appreciated. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Thanks to @the--blackdahlia for the wonderful aesthetic!

The first time you met Sam Winchester, you were ten years old. Of course, you didn’t know his last name, you rarely knew any of your friend’s last names. He was just Sam.

It was summertime and you and a couple of friends were hanging outside a gas station a couple of blocks from your house. An older kid had showed a few other kids how to steal quarters out of a soda machine that was outside the gas station. It seemed simple, so you were giving it a shot. After you and two friends each chewed a piece of bubble gum, you all placed your chewed pieces on the end of a stick and stuck the stick in the open slot of the machine. You could visibly see quarters down there and sure enough when you pulled the stick back out, there were 4 quarters stuck to it. Quickly pulling the quarters off and sticking them in your pocket, you handed the stick to your friend Randy and took your turn as lookout.

“What are you guys doing?” A boy about your age asked, scaring the crap out of you in the process.

Throwing your hand over your heart, you took a deep breath calming yourself down. “You scared me, sneak up on people much?”

“Sorry.” He looked down and started to walk away.

“Wait!” He paused and turned back to you. “What’s your name?”

“Sam. What’s yours?”

You smiled and stuck out your hand. That was just the kind of kid you were, grown up before you were actual grown. “Y/N. If you keep quiet, I’ll tell you what we are doing.”

Still keeping an eye on the gas station door as your other friend Beth had her turn, you quietly explained to Sam what you and your friends were up to. Sam was not impressed and a small part of you was heartbroken over his disapproval.

“Listen, you don’t have to do this, but please don’t tell on me.”

Sam thought it over and said he wouldn’t. “I’m just going to go find my brother and go back to our motel.” He started to walk away again, but you grabbed his arm pulling him to you.

“We’re going to go play video games at the pizzeria down the road, do you want to do that?” You asked, voice hesitant. “I’m going to go home and have lunch with my mom, but I’ll probably go over there in an hour.”

Sam smiled. “O-oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Great! See you later Sam.” He waved and walked away.

As planned, Sam was waiting outside the pizzeria when you and your friends got there. You all shuffled inside and spread out amongst the arcade machines in the back of the restaurant. Your go to was Super Mario Bros. It was a two-player game so you threw in quarters for both you and Sam. You both played and talked for hours. Sam explained he wasn’t from here and that his dad traveled for work. He didn’t know how long him and his older brother Dean would be in town, but he thought for at least a week.

When you were all out of quarters, Sam walked you home. “Wanna hangout tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’ll have to ask my brother, but I’m sure I can.”

“Just come over when you’re done with breakfast and we’ll find something to do.”

“Okay. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Sam.”

You never did see Sam the next day or the day after that. He ended up just being one of those kids you thought about every once in awhile as you grew up.

The second time you met Sam Winchester you were 20 years old.

During your sophomore year of high school, a friend of yours had told you her plan to travel through Europe for six months. You desperately wanted to join her, so you got a job and worked nights and weekends, saving every penny you could. By the time you graduated, you had enough to travel for a year, so you took a year off. To say your mom was upset was an understatement. You promised her you would go to school when you had the traveling out of your system and you did. Unfortunately, the school you chose was far away from home. You enrolled in classes at Mission College in California to get away from the kids you grew up with and to get away from the cold winters of Missouri. You decided on a two-year college to get the generals out of the way and for you to decide what you wanted to be “when you grew up.”

It was the start of your second year at Mission, not being old enough to drink in bars, house parties were pretty much your entertainment on weekends. It was Friday night and your roommate Hannah was dragging you to a party near Stanford. There were parties near your school, but the parties thrown around the Stanford campus were a bit bigger and a bit crazier. Hannah was feeling crazy.

Dressing in jeans and a purple V-neck t-shirt, you slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed your keys and cellphone and waited for your taxi cab with Hannah.It was only after 9 by the time you reached the party but it was in full swing. Several people were on the front lawn, plastic cups and beer bottles in hand. You and Hannah squeezed yourselves through the front entrance of the house. The music was loud and you were struggling to hear your roommate. You were pretty sure she said she was going to find the bathroom. Already. Really Hannah?

You walked to the kitchen, barley managing to avoid bumping into anyone. A keg was in the middle of the room with a couple of guys standing around it filling cups as people approached.

“Hey.” Offering your best flirty smile. “Could I get one of those?” You said point to the cup in his hand.

“Of course.” He got to work filling a cup and then passing it to you. It was mostly foam, but hey, he tried. “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”

“Y/N. I go to Mission.” You smiled taking a sip from the cup.

“You should come by more often. We usually have a party here most weekends. I’m Ryan by the way.”

“Maybe I will. I’m going to look for my roommate, but I’ll be back over.” He gave you a smile and you returned it. He was a good looking guy, but you just weren’t looking to hook up tonight.

Walking back into the living room you tried looking for Hannah, but frankly there were too many people. If she was standing right in front of you, you probably still wouldn’t spot her.

Finishing your beer, you left the empty cup on the first clear counter you found and headed out the back door grabbing a bottle of beer from a large tub filled with ice on the deck. There were several wooden benches on the deck and a few chairs. You took a seat on one of the empty benches and enjoyed the still warm fall air. There were several groups of people on the deck, all in their own little world. There was a group of three guys closest to you that you couldn’t help ease dropping on. They were talking about classes, but it wasn’t the conversation that caught you, it was the gorgeous, tall brunette with shaggy hair. He looked slightly familiar, but you didn’t know him. You went to a bunch of parties last year, so you were most likely remembering him. It wasn’t until another guy walked up to their group and called Mr. good looking Sam, that your interest was completely piqued. This can’t be the Sam I’ve thought about since I was a kid. You didn’t even know where that Sam was from, only that his family traveled a lot. You could really use Hannah right now. She was definitely not shy and would be more than happy to approach the group of guys with you.

You hung back and tried not to stare. You really hoped he wouldn’t leave before you decided what to do. Finishing your beer, you got up and grabbed another one from the tub. After a few minutes, two of the guys in his group left, leaving him and another guy. They both ended up walking to the far side of the deck taking a seat on a couple of chairs. You took a couple more pulls from your beer and decided to throw caution to the wind and say hello. Even if it wasn’t The Sam, saying someone looked familiar wasn’t a crazy conversation starter.

You stood up and walked quickly to where he was sitting. He’s looking at his friend and doesn’t see you. You touch his arm. “Hey.”

They both look to you and Sam smiles. “Hi.” Eyebrows raised.

“This is going to sound weird, and I swear it’s not a pick up line.” You laugh mostly because you’re embarrassed and maybe a little tipsy. Have you ever been to Richmond Heights Missouri?” He tilts his head to the side, still smiling, but he doesn’t speak right away. “You know what? Never mind. I’m, I’m just going to go back over there.” Your pointing with your beer bottle back to your now abandoned bench. Man, you miss that bench already.

“No, wait!” You stop in your tracks and turn around. “When I was kid. I’m pretty sure I did with my family.”

Your face splits into a huge smile. “When you were like 10?”

He looks at you suspiciously. “Y-yeah.” He says, very drawn out.

“You don’t by chance remember playing Super Mario Bros. in a pizzeria?’

He laughs, deep and long. “What?!” He’s laughing again. “Y/N?”

You start nodding your head fast and furious. Holy shit it’s him!

He stands up and boy is he tall. He pulls you into a hug and you hug him back. His friend gets up from his chair and motions for you to take it. His friend, whose name you can’t seem to remember even though Sam just said it, excuses himself to let you two talk.

You both catch up on why you’re going to school in California. He’s here because he got a full ride and you’re here because after traveling you didn’t want to go back to Missouri. He’s prelaw and you tell him you aren’t sure yet. He’s so good looking it’s becoming hard for you not to get lost in his eyes and zone out on what he’s saying.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again. You know, you never came to my house the next day.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. When I got back to the motel my dad was already there and said we were hitting the road. I didn’t have time to come tell you.”

“It’s honestly OK, Sam. We only knew each other that one day. I’m surprised you even remember me!”

“How can I forget the girl who was stealing quarters.”

You laugh. “I was such a rebel back then. I’ll have you know I never stole again. I think your disapproval shamed me.”

“I’m glad I could be such an influence on your life.” Smiling so bright you can’t help but smile back.

You and Sam talked for a couple of hours. He got up at one point and grabbed a few beers. Hannah had found you eventually and gave you a thumbs up when she saw that you were with Sam.

When the party started to die out, you called for another taxi and went searching for Hannah with Sam in tow. When you tracked her down, she said she wouldn’t be coming home tonight and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

Sam walked you to the end of the driveway to wait with you for your ride. Feeling slightly brave, you leaned forwarded and captured Sam’s lips in a kiss. It took him a couple of seconds before he returned it. He pulled you against him and you threw your arms around his neck. Your hands running through his gorgeous head of hair as he kissed you feverously. One hand on your head holding you in place while his other traveled down your back settling on your butt. You let out a small moan and he stopped. He dropped his hands and took a step back.

You opened your eyes searching his to see what was wrong. “Sam?”

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” He said. His eyes were cast downwards. Was that regret?

“Well, why not?” You were nervous now. Playing with your fingers. “Am I that bad of a kisser?” You hoped joking would ease the tension that you were currently feeling.

“No, Y/N, of course not. It’s just that,” he paused to lick his lips. “I have a girlfriend.” There it was. It’s always too good to be true. Your stomach dropped. Of course, he did.

“Oh. Huh. I understand. I’m sorry I kissed you.” It was your turn to drop your head down.

“No, Y/N, don’t do that. I kissed you back. I wanted to kiss you. We just can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Sam. Why don’t you go back to the party? I’ll be OK.”

“Don’t say that. I want to stay. I want to make sure you get home OK.”

“I’m a big girl. It’s fine. I, I actually would like to be alone. It was great seeing you Sam. Good luck with school. I’m sure you’ll do great things.” You tried to smile, but it was a weak attempt.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great things. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, maybe. Bye Sam.”

He waved and slowly headed up the driveway. Turning around a few times to look at you, but you pretended not to notice.

The third time you met Sam Winchester you were 33 years old.

After you finished your two years at Mission you moved down to San Diego and got a degree in computer science. You were hired by a startup tech company right after graduation. Luckily for you, that company flourished and you did well for yourself. When you were 29, your mom got very sick. Throughout the years you visited home and sometimes your mom would come out to stay with you. But she needed you, so you packed all you could, shipped everything home and sold all your furniture. Your boss and your boss’ boss loved you since you had been loyal to them since the start. They were allowing you to work from home which was amazing. It gave you the time to care and spend time with your mom and not be out of a job.

Two years later, your mom passed away. The house was left to you, but you didn’t want to be there. There were too many memories. You didn’t want to go back to San Diego though either. Moving across country was a pain in the ass. The next two years you fixed up the house and tried and failed to make it your own. You figured you’d eventually sell it, so you might as well make it as nice as it could be.

You continued to work from home which was kind of lonely if you were being honest. So, you did what every other 30 something year old in your town did, you hit the bars at night and hung around friends from high school. It was something and it was nice to bound with a few of your classmates again. Most were married with families, but there were a few of you that were single. On weekends you’d put a little extra care into your appearance and head to one of the few bars in town. Tonight, was no different.

Natalie was on the other side of the bar and you had the perfect view. She was dancing with herself, but not on a dance floor. No, Natalie was a wild one and bit of a drunk. She was dancing between tables and up against the bar bumping patrons as she went, long brown curls bouncing as she went.

“Are you going to control her?” Steve, one of the bartenders you had come to know asked.

“I will, I will. At least let me finish my beer, Steve.” You teased and he gave you an unamused smile back. “You love us.”

“You do keep me in business.”

“Funny.” You tipped your beer to him signaling another. Just as you were about to stand up, you saw Natalie sit at a table with a few guys. You hadn’t seen them before, but it wasn’t a small town. You decided to stay put for now, besides, there was a very good looking guy directly across from you. Even from across the bar you could tell that he was gorgeous. Great body, sandy blonde hair, beautiful green eyes. You really hoped he lived in town. You had made eye contact with him a few times. You were playing the long game, hoping small smiles and eye contact would eventually make him come over. Unfortunately for you, every other woman in this bar was doing the same thing. Some were bolder, buying him drinks and sitting next to him. He’d flirt with them but then they’d eventually leave his side.

Movement from Natalie drew your attention away from Mr. green eyes. She was leaving the booth with the three of guys she was sitting with. You jumped from your stool and told Steve you’d be back.

“Hey, Nat! Where are you going?” Catching up to her just outside the door of the bar, she turned around bright small on her face.

“Y/N!” She hugged you while the three guys checked you out. “These are my new friends. They are having a party and I going to go. Do you want to go?”

“No, Natalie. I think we need to stay here.” You grabbed her hand and started to walk to the door to go back inside.

“Hey, hey. Wait a minute. No need to run off. We’re nice guys.” Douche number one said. You decided to call them Douche one, two and three.

“I don’t know about that, but her and I are staying.”

Douche number two grabbed Natalie’s arm and pulled hard knocking her on her ass. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“Let her go! Someone help!” You yelled as you ran after Douche number two who was hightailing it to the far end of the parking lot. Douche number three grabbed both your arms pulling them harshly behind your back. He dragged you around the corner of the bar and slammed you against the brick wall. You weren’t in the best shape of your life but you felt so weak compared to this guy. He held both of your hands over your head against the wall. His other hand was running down your face. He had his legs pushed against your own so your attempts to knee and kick him failed.

“Such a pretty girl. You should play nice and stop being such a bitch.”

You did the only thing you could think to do; you spit in his face. He removed his hand from your face and wiped his own.

“You bitch!” He yelled. When he removed his hand from his face, you saw nothing but sharp pointy teeth. What the fuck!?

You screamed and wiggled and moved as best you could. He struck you with the back of his hand and you whimpered in pain. He started to lean toward you with that awful mouth. You were crying now, tears streaming down your face. You’ve never felt so helpless.

You heard shuffling but couldn’t see anything other than a pair of boots that stopped directly behind Douche number three. Your captor turned his head and was promptly punched in the face by Mr. green eyes. He temporarily lost his hold on you, so you moved a little to give yourself space. You then kicked him square in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Green eyes looked up at you and blinked twice. A second later, Douche number three’s head was chopped off from his body, laying on the ground with his eyes open. It was so quick; you didn’t have time to scream. Looking at Mr. green eyes, you see that he’s holding a sword. Wait, not a sword. Is that a fucking machete? Then you were screaming.

He covered your mouth with his hand. “Hey, hey sweetheart. You need to calm down. You’re safe. Bad guy is dead, he’s not going to hurt you.”

You nodded your head but the tears kept on rolling down your face. You suddenly remembered Natalie and you started freaking out all over again. “Natalie! Natalie!” You screamed as you started to run to the far end of the parking lot.

“Wait! She’s fine. She’s fine.” Mr. green eyes yelled. You started to slow down but still headed in the direction you last saw her being taken to. “Sammy’s got her. She’s fine.”

“Who the fuck is Sammy?”

“My brother. Now will you calm down? We’re the good guys here. I’ll take you to her.”

You nodded and followed him. You were shaking, but something told you to trust him. What other option did you really have at this point? There was a headless man in the parking lot. You weren’t sure how you would explain this to the cops.

Mr. green eyes lead you to an old black classic Chevy. A guy was leaning against the passenger door as you approached. It was too dark to get a good look at his face, but you hoped it wasn’t one of the other Douches. “Your friend is passed out in the back seat. It’s probably a good thing. Hopefully she won’t remember tonight.”

You let out a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You took a look through the back window and sure enough, she was out. You walked back to the front of the car where Mr. green eyes was standing. His brother pushed off the door and started to walk to join you. “Listen, I’m sorry for all the screaming back there. I don’t know how to thank you enough. But what the hell was that thing?”

“I think we need to get this mess cleaned up first, and then talk later. I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam.” He pointed to the guy standing behind you. You turned your head to say hello and your stomach dropped.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?”

Sam’s face was one of shock, mouth open, wide eyes. “Y/N?”

You nodded yes and dove in for a hug. You were far too emotional that you didn’t know what else to do with yourself. A hug seemed like a good start. He hugged you back, but you pulled away after only a couple of seconds.

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

You both nodded yes. “Yeah, but it’s a long story.”

“Well, why don’t you let Sammy help you get your friend home and I will take care of this mess?”

“Okay. Yeah, we can do that.”

Sam carried Natalie from their car to your car. You drove while Sam sat in the passenger seat to Natalie’s place. Neither of you spoke. When you reached her house, you explained to her roommate that she drank too much and passed out. After making sure she was safe in her bed, you and Sam left. He called Dean to let him know the two of you were getting coffee and he would meet up with him later. The only place open was a 24-hour Denny’s so you settled on going there.

“So, what were those things Sam?”

Sam took a breath. “Those were vampires.”

“Vampires.” You repeated and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay? Just like that?”

“Well, I saw that thing’s teeth. It checks out.”

“Listen, Y/N. A lot of things from scary movies are real, vampires are just the tip of the iceberg.”

“I’ve got time. Why don’t you tell me about them?”

He nodded and began to run down the list of what else was out there. You ended up talking for hours. You talked about where you finished school, what you were doing now. You told him about your mom. He told you about his family and what they did. He told you about his girlfriend Jessica, and about leaving school. It was a lot to take in, but you felt that you had finally met the real Sam Winchester.

You exchanged telephone numbers and dropped him at the motel across town.

You started a texting relationship with him that morphed into phone calls once a week and then calls daily. You were smitten with him. After three months of texting, calling and flirting, he came to visit you. He ended up staying a week. He called it a vacation, you called it a long date. He stayed in your old room the first three nights. The fourth night he took you on a date. You went to dinner and then walked around downtown. He held your hand. When you arrived home, he kissed you good night in front of your bedroom door. It wasn’t like your first kiss together. It was soft and gentle. Barely there touches and smiles between kisses. You changed into your pajamas, crawled into bed only to crawl out of it. You walked across the hall and knocked on Sam’s door.

“Come in.”

You opened the door to see Sam lying on the bed, arms behind his head. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He sat up swinging his legs over the side. “Can’t sleep?”

You were shy all of a sudden, embarrassed even. “It’s not that. I was wondering if you wanted to come sleep in my room. With me.”

A small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up. He reached for your hand and you lead him to your room. You kissed and cuddled most of the night. It was nice and sweet.

The next night, you both were tangled between the sheets and each other. It was slow and gentle, and everything you had fantasized about since you started flirting over the phone.

When it came time for Sam to get home, you cried. You didn’t want him to leave. He held you for hours whispering promises and sweet words in your ear. You walked him to his car and said goodbye.

The next two months were hard. He and Dean were busy constantly saving the world. Sam still tried to call you as much as he could, but it mostly resolved into a text every few days and a call once a week.

You put the house up for sale. It was time. You decided a condo would be best, you weren’t much for gardening and shoveling wasn’t much fun either. However, you wanted to wait until the house was sold before you made an offer on a new place.

It was a random Thursday. You had finished work for the day and were outside cutting the grass. The realtor advised to keep it short, so every few days you were cutting it and praying for an offer. You heard the familiar sound of the Impala. You cut the engine of the mower and turned around to see Sam and Dean stopping in front of the house. Your grin filled your face and you started to walk to the curb. The both got out of the car, but Dean stayed put.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Dean.” You called back.

Sam met you in the middle and pulled you into a bear hug. You pulled back and kissed him deeply. “What are you doing here?”

“We were coming out this way and I had to see you.”

You kissed him again. “I’m glad you did. How long are you here for?”

“Well, that depends on you.” You gave him a questioning look. “Since the day you told me you were selling the house, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head.”

You nodded. “Go on.”

“Instead of buying another place, why don’t you move in with me, well us. You work from home anyway, you can work from home there. Move in with me.”

“What? Are you serious?”

He kissed you again. “Yes, I’m serious. I don’t want to lose another 10 years. What do you say?”

“And Dean’s OK with this?”

He turned his head and looked to Dean who was back sitting in the car. “Hey Dean, it’s OK if Y/N moves in, right?” Dean threw out a thumbs up out the window and you laughed.

“OK then.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yes, I’ll move in with you.” He picked you up and spun you around. He set you back on the ground and pulled you in for another kiss. You couldn’t wait to spend every night kissing him.

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Taste of Ordinary (Ch. 1/3)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 5.4K

Pairings: Gen, but implied Steven/Connie

Summary: “Connie, can we talk?”

When a much needed moonlight conversation with his best friend turns into an attempted (and failed) “spring break” from all his responsibilities as a half-Gem, Steven finally comes to terms with the truth of his diamond heritage and all five thousand years of its consequences.

Set between The Question and Made of Honor.

This is gonna be a tungle exclusive (not on AO3) until I fully complete this fic, but I’m twitchy and desperately wanted to post what I have somewhere, sooo....

This story was pretty much born out of my desire to see Steven and Connie discuss the Pink Diamond reveal, because we never got to see that? I also wanted to see Steven take some time to contemplate what this all means for him as an individual (in the build up to the “she’s gone” in Change Your Mind). Throughout all the insanity of trying to bring his family back together, he never really got any “me” time.

While I’ve written quite a bit of script-like dialogue for SU in the past, this is my first time actually publicly posting any full fanfiction for it, which is exciting. With that in mind I would very much appreciate any support, reblogs, or tag comments people may make.

Chapter 1: High Tides

“Connie,” her mother called from downstairs, “I should hope you’re planning on brushing your teeth within the hour…”

Caught in the act, Connie Maheswaran slammed shut the novel she’d been obsessively reading— book 3 of The No Home Boys series— and promptly rolled her eyes at her mom’s helicopter tendencies. “I know, I know!”

Good grief, she only got out of the shower like ten minutes ago. So maybe she does get distracted by books in the bathroom for hours on end occasionally, so what? She twisted the tap on, the exact sign her over-observant mother was waiting for, and slathered a generous layer of paste on her toothbrush. It’s nights like these she really hated this townhouse and its thin walls.

She was smack dab in the middle of brushing when a familiar song rang from her bedroom. It’s one of her favorites, the melody bringing back fond memories of dancing and togetherness and trust, memories of a connection running far deeper than any ordinary human bond could dare to dream. Eyes blowing wide, (because there’s only one person in this universe that distinctive ringtone corresponded to), she hurried through scrubbing her last molars and welled up the biggest mouthful of minty fresh flavored spit she could manage. Desperately hoping her mom won’t get after her later for skipping the floss and mouthwash, she grabbed the novel she’d been devouring and sprinted into her bedroom as if a Gem monster was on her tail.

Thankfully by the time she reached her phone it was still ringing. Depositing the book on her bedspread first, she reached to pick it up.

Steven Universe, a glimpse at the caller ID confirmed, her contact proudly displaying an image of the young teen with his tongue out in an over-exaggerated show of mock disgust, as if he’d just smelt rotten eggs or something. (It was a candid image they took a few months back and both laughed at until their sides hurt. Goodness knows what the context was, at this point.) Nevertheless she couldn’t help the untamable grin that crossed her lips at the mere thought of her best friend. She hadn’t talked to him in a few days. Hopefully, since tomorrow marked the start of spring break and she didn’t have to stress about studying for that honors algebra test anymore, she could hang out with him again.

Gleefully, she pressed to answer. “Hey you! What’s—“

“Connie, can we talk?” he interrupted, voice slightly hoarse. His gloomy tone was immediately both jarring and concerning.

“Uh—“ her heart sank, trying with desperation not to let her focus stray to thoughts of everything that could’ve possibly gone wrong in Beach City in her absence, without her help, without her sword— “of course, always. What’s wrong?”

“No, I mean- face to face. Can you come over, maybe? I know it’s like, almost past your curfew, but—“

Connie glanced at her alarm clock. Nine twenty six. Curfew at ten. She grimaced. With her parents it’d probably be a stretch, but with the right argument ...

“I’ll ask,” she replied. With any luck, they’ll understand when she explained why she needed to go. “See you soon, hopefully.”

“Okay, see ya’.”

And with that he hung up. Which was… unusual, to say the least. No parting joke, none of his usual contagious enthusiasm, no waiting for her to say bye. She gripped her phone tight, staring daggers at it as if at any second the screen might light up with another call or text, or… literally anything else.

As feared, nothing. An uneasiness grew ever present within her, constricting her thoughts and infesting her mind like a thorny vine. If Steven were facing a physical Gem threat he would’ve said so, right? He would’ve specifically called for her backup. But in this case, she knew nothing. Not the cause of his distress, nor his physical condition, nor what he actually needed- and that almost scared her more than all the combat based danger she’s faced altogether. She peered out her window, catching a flash of cotton candy pink resting in the grass in the backyard. Lion. Originally Steven’s pet, the magical creature had grown strangely attached to her ever since her friend‘s unexpected trip (well, kidnapping) to Homeworld. It was almost sweet, like he was specifically watching over her in his absence. In any case, she’d be able to warp to the temple on Lion’s back in no time. Her mouth pressed into a thin line, resolute as she picked a warm minty green sweater off the floor to slip on over her pajamas.

“Hold on Steven, I’m on my way.”

Just in case, she nabbed his mother’s sword from where last she left it, leaning against the corner of her room, and slung the scabbard’s thick leather strap over her shoulder. With a short yank to tighten it, she secured the ancient Gem weapon on her back.

Before she could turn to slip on some boots however, her bedroom door cracked open. She froze like ice.

“Sweetie, your father downstairs has a quick question for yo-“ Her mother paused mid sentence in the doorway, eyes narrowing when she noticed the unmistakable pink scabbard slung across her shoulder. With a heavy sigh, she dropped her face into her hand. “Connie…”

“I swear I was gonna come down and ask first!” Connie said.

Her mom’s gaze passed between her sword and the pleading expression no doubt etched within her own eyes. It was evident from her scrutiny that she doubted her claim. But despite all this...

“Just- just go,” she muttered eventually, roughly kneading her temple with her thumb. “It’s not like you have any school tomorrow. Text me when you arrive at Steven’s and when you’re coming back.”

She blinked in surprise.

“Wait, really??”

“Yes,” she emphasized. “Goodness knows what I say won’t stop you when it comes to helping that boy. Now go to him before I think too much about the dangers of a young girl being out after curfew and change my mind.”

Grinning ear to ear, she wrapped her arms like a vice around her now startled mother’s midsection, pressing her cheek against her heart.

“Thanks Mom, you’re the best!”

With a wry smile she hugged her close in return, gently ruffling her hair. “Mmm hmm.” And with a slight laugh: “I’ll let your father know you said that. Be smart, please?”

“I will,” she said, and gave her one last emphatic squeeze before parting ways.

Mission now unhindered by parental permission, and boots on her feet, her gaze shifted with newfound purpose to the small backyard outside her window where Lion rested. As if already intimately understanding her every intention, the creature raised his head and stared back with a soulful fervor. To be honest it wouldn’t surprise her in the least to discover mind reading was one of his natural abilities all along. After all, he always managed to take them where they needed to be. With any luck that included tonight as well.

She confidently romped downstairs with all her gear at the ready, the reality of just how much she still didn’t know filling her with equal parts excitement and dread. That’s the funny thing about being best friends with someone who’s half human and magical, she‘s long since realized: Danger or not, you never could get tired of the thrill of adventure.

As with most matters in his life right now, his ukulele had slipped ever so slightly out of tune.

Wetting his chapped lips, Steven fiddled with the tuning pegs. With each string he hummed the appropriate note as he twisted the adjoined peg, plucking until the sounds matched. It didn’t take long until he had his favorite instrument back in order, with perfectly pitched A, E, C, and G. He sighed wearily and flopped onto his back on the broad hand he sat on, stretching arms and legs spread eagle. His ukulele gave a solitary huff of displeasure as it softly clunked against the smooth stone.

If only he could discover some concrete way to realign everything else that had fallen askew, if only.

Earlier this evening he’d warped up to the temple’s hand for some quiet time, hoping to maybe put some more work into one of his many half-written songs. It was the perfect resting place because no one else came up here super often except to do laundry! Now fourteen and a half years old, for Steven this form of escapism had settled into comfortable routine. Sometimes the others referred to it as his version of ‘retreating to his gem.’ And hey, maybe in a metaphoric sense that notion wasn’t too far from the truth, since he tended to retreat here after missions that were more emotionally grueling than usual. There was only one problem: being completely alone for the first time in a few days naturally left his mind wandering towards bleaker horizons he dared not explore. Mom was once Pink Diamond, yes. But as for the finer implications of that…

The young half-Gem turned his gaze up towards the distant stars in a futile attempt at distraction, catching the faintest glimpse of a meteor from this week’s shower streaking across the stratosphere before it finally burned up.

The truth was, he’d spent all his emotional energy trying to piece his family back together after the recent revelation that he hadn’t gotten the opportunity to consider what it meant for him. After all, Pearl and Amethyst and Garnet weren’t the ones who just learned that they actually have a diamond in their belly. (And how exactly did that work with the more-human part of his anatomy anyways? He finally saw the full size and shape of his gem when he watched Mom poof, and the facets of it jutted inwards pretty deep. Wouldn’t that like… prod him in the guts, or something, or feel uncomfortable? Was he supposed to have noticed this years back?? He had so many bizarre questions about all this and no clue how or who to ask—!) For this reason, for once in his life the Gems were the last people he wanted to confide in about his concerns. While Ruby and Sapphire weren’t a source of worry anymore— their relationship mended with some time apart and a heartfelt proposal— he’d hate to drag the mood down with more reminders of the past.

So he left the house. Grabbed his ukulele and his phone, relocated up here. Briefly he considered running over to the car wash. Maybe he could talk through his muddled thoughts with Dad, discuss things he hesitated to mention in Ruby and Amethyst’s company. Except his dad… he loved Rose. He claimed Mom being Pink Diamond didn’t bother him, that no one is entitled to someone else’s past, but what if he only said this for his credit? Softening the blow, treating him like glass like everyone else? What if Mom’s secrecy about this genuinely hurt him?

He couldn’t risk worsening the blow by forcing Dad to think about it more. But as much as he desired time apart from his family to reflect, it had become troublingly clear that improvising melodies up here on his lonesome was doing nothing to settle his anxieties.

Which is why he called Connie.

Connie, who was an outsider to all his family drama, who only knew of Rose through him. No personal connections like the rest of his guardians. Connie, who spent so much time as a kid observing people from afar that she could read the mood as clear as text on a page. Connie, whose sheer enthusiasm for things as varied as fantasy books and tennis and playing violin and Under the Knife and sword practice never ceased to delight him. Connie, who made him laugh— genuinely laugh— pretty much every day he’d spent with her, the one person in this whole world he felt he could tell everything. All of this, and yet three days since they last talked.

Three days since his entire perception of his heritage shifted under his feet like rocks crumbling to mere dust in the wind.

Steven wanted her to know. If anyone could come close to understanding how upsetting an upheaval this was for him, it was her.

His fingers sought out his ukulele with the same desperation as two halves of a broken gem, twitching to fill the tranquil almost-silence with music as a distraction to himself. Still laying on his back with the full majesty of the stars as his witness, he continued practicing the chord progression for a song he was working on.

“Can’t you see that we’re celestial? Extraterrestrial? And like a….” His hand fumbled on one of the strings, producing a sour chord. He cringed at the unexpected dissonance. Repositioning on the frets, he started singing the last line over again. “And like a shooting star you brighten every midnight sky—“

“Steven?” Connie called from the distance. He cut off, a slight blush heating his cheeks as he immediately shot upright to catch a glimpse of his best friend. Far below, she dismounted from Lion and dropped solidly onto the shore. She wore a light mint colored sweater over her pajamas, and she’d brought her sword, the longblade secured in its scabbard and slung over her shoulder.

“I’m up here,” he said as he set his ukulele aside, and waved at her from up on his stony perch. Connie followed his voice, scanning the beach with all the honed skill of a private detective before eventually locking eyes with him. She beamed, and broke into a wild sprint.

“Steven!”

With grace and poise he pushed off the stone hand, willing himself by emotion’s sway to float the rest of the way down. The stiff breeze ruffled his hair as he descended. The shore and his friend grew closer and closer, the foundation of his world easing back into focus. By the time his toes met the ground Connie was already there to (probably) hug the life out of him.

True to form, she about tackled him into the sand. The pair of them stumbled a few steps together in what was nearly a dance to keep from tumbling over. Laughing in an exhilarating mixture of relief and joy, Steven wrapped his arms tight around her, pressing his cheek against the taller girl’s shoulder.

“Aaaugh, I missed you so much, what happened?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”

Visible concern tinted her expression as she stepped back, surveying the beach once more for good measure. Pearl had taught her well, that’s for sure. Thankfully, not a soul wandered these shores at this time of night apart from them.

“Yeah, we’re okay! For once there’s nothing actually dangerous out tonight. Sorry if I worried you about that, on the phone? I’m- I got kinda lonely out here and wanted to see you,” he admitted with a spike of guilt that he’d caused her to fret so much. He ran his hand through his short curls. “Is... that all right?

Her offered grin was blissfully contagious. “Of course, ya’ big doof! Always. Hey, let’s go talk by the rocks.”

Before he could even open his mouth to agree she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along. And so they started their journey around the temple’s perimeter, towards their familiar meeting spot. It was equally convenient as it was sentimental, since its close proximity to the cliff face shielded then from both sun and wind, and was also where they first met. (His first bubble! Geeze, that felt like a lifetime ago.)

On the way, they chatted about the latest book of The No Home Boys series that he loaned her, Steven being careful to avoid giving spoilers. Connie gushed about how she couldn’t put it down. It was so good, she added, that her incessant reading of it (even at the dinner table!) almost landed her in hot water with her mom! From there, the conversation drifted between her birthday plans for next month, the lunchtime debate club she was considering joining at school when it started again after spring break, and Pearl’s comedic misunderstanding of how to use a cell phone. (“Cell-u-lar phone,” he over enunciated like she had, the two of them snickering like mad at how silly it sounded.) By the time they sat down in the cliff’s protective embrace, she curiously asked why he’d been so unusually quiet for the past few days.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for basically dropping off the map for a while,” Steven said sheepishly, leaning back against the rock. “Wednesday was… pretty stressful, and then yesterday I went on an impromptu Wild West adventure with Ruby and Amethyst and my dad, and Amethyst was a horse, and as a cowboy you don’t exactly get great cell service, so…”

“Wait, Ruby?” she exclaimed, as she pulled the scabbard’s strap over her head. Gently, she lay the sword next to her in the sand. “Is Garnet- Ruby and Sapphire, are they okay?”

“Yeah, they’re fine. They’re actually getting married in a few days, and we’re gonna invite the whole town!”

“Oh wow, really?”

“Yeah, Ruby made a big proposal and everything!”

“That’s so exciting,” Connie said, dreamy smile brightening her face. “I love weddings!”

“I know, right? I can’t wait to start planning. Finally,” he said with a melodramatic flare and flourish that would make fellow actor Jamie proud. “A fitting use for the wedding aesthetic scrapbook I’ve been working on my entire life.”

She giggled at his antics. Her laughter was one of the best sounds in the world, one which only served to egg him on.

“Hey, you may laugh, but in truth…” He cupped his face in his hands, and batted his eyelids. “I’ve secretly been but a wee romantic soul all along.”

“Oh believe me, it’s never been a secret,” she teased, playfully nudging his side.

His cheeks grew warm. In a heartbeat, all Steven could think about as he met her eyes was how lucky he was to have her as his best friend, his jam bud, and in response his smile stretched so wide he felt he was about to burst. He wondered if— no, hoped that— she felt the same. In time their hands brushed against each other as gentle and shy as a whisper. Sitting together under the stars’ constant and patient presence, his wide palm came to rest over hers. In response, she curled her slender fingers tight around his.

The world around them grew lighter, more strikingly vivid, as an effervescent, tingling sensation he could never get used to spilled out from his core, the promise of togetherness. Under his shirt his gem began to glow.

And then a bitter realization— the fact that any of his fusions would bear the burden of his stress too— sobered his innocent eagerness. He didn’t want to dump all this on Stevonnie. He didn’t want this to be the way Connie found out. With a snap, the once blissful atmosphere faded, leaving him with a creeping anxiety churning deep in the pit of his stomach. Visibly disappointed, (because he could tell she knew this was a fusion he aborted), Connie pursed her lips, pulling away as well.

Idly, she began to trace spiral designs in the sand. He bit his lip as he watched, veins running cold with the insidious and consuming fear that by trying to protect her from this he’d only succeeded in hurting her more.

Which is why, even though logically he should’ve expected it given her aptitude for people watching and sensing the mood, her next words were so surprising.

“Don’t get me wrong, I always love talking to you about whatever, but why’d you really call me over?”

“I—“ he cut off for a second, almost shocked into silence by this reaction, by the fact she didn’t comment on the attempted fusion. “Like I said, it’s been a while, and—“

“It’s just that you- you sounded pretty upset on the phone,” she said, gaze focusing on some abstract point past the tides. “And for Garnet to split up in the first place? She never unfuses for no reason.”

“It’s not- we can get to that later, it’s fine!” he insisted, attempting to inject a more chipper attitude into his voice. “Anyways, you’ve been to other weddings, right? Think you can help brainstorm ideas?”

“Steven…”

“Also, on a scale of one to five, how feasible do you think it’d be to make big balloon floats of Ruby and Sapphire for the reception decor? Be honest!”

“Steven, please. Can’t you be honest? You’re my best friend, and I can tell something’s bothering you. I wanna help however I can.”

He swallowed. Her gaze was unwavering as she spoke, resolute, with stars glinting in her irises under the light of the rising moon. He had no doubt she’d walk alongside him to the far reaches of the cosmos if he asked, to Homeworld itself— and for her sake he often wished she wouldn’t. But despite his hesitation, he had to tell her at some point. Why shouldn’t that time be now?

“Fine, okay, okay,” he sighed, dropping the act. “It’s just… really complicated. I wanted to tell you first thing, but we were having fun, and then- gahhh, I ruined it, didn’t I?”

A small hand reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t worry about it,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Talking about complicated stuff is what friendship’s for, right? Now, what’s on your mind?”

“It’s… about what happened on Wednesday. Something I discovered.” Steven nervously shifted in the sand, moving his legs out from under him. “You know all that stuff about the Diamond Authority on Homeworld, and the Gem War, and how my mom shattered Pink Diamond to stop it?”

She nodded in confirmation. His face flushed. It was now or never.

“Well, as it turns out, my mom actually kinda—” his voice dropped to barely a whisper— “was Pink Diamond.”

He hugged his knees tight to his chest as the fated truth finally sloughed off his tongue, staring out at sea with an almost blank expression. The tides were coming in. The ocean lapped against one of the temple fusion’s fallen hands that was lodged deep in the sand, slowly grinding away at its stone bit by bit, year after year. Unyielding. The silence between them didn’t last long, of course, but living in the moment it stretched into an infinity just as unimaginable as those tides.

“Oh,” was Connie’s initial response, and somehow that single syllable conveyed more raw meaning than any other string of words could dare to dream.

“Yeah. So, that’s a thing now.”

“That’s… that’s pretty big.”

“So was she,” he responded with a soft laugh.

“You saw her?”

“Yup! Well, in a memory... inside Pearl, inside Pearl, inside Pearl, inside Pearl inside Pearl’s pearl,” he said, slowly counting off each Pearl on his fingers. Seeing Connie’s blank expression, he bashfully rephrased. “I went inside her head. They were in that palanquinn, the one in Korea, and I- I watched my mom shapeshift back into Pink Diamond. Into her true form.”

The two fell back into a comfortable stillness as all this information sank in, not only for Connie but for Steven too. He was still processing it himself. Talking out loud instead of letting it linger in his mind like stagnant water helped.

Her mouth bobbed open. He followed her gaze to his stomach, knowing exactly what she was about to ask.

“Your gem, then. That means you’re also—?”

“A diamond,” he completed, pressing his palm against his belly, feeling the familiar faceting of his gem under his shirt. “Yeah. I guess it explains a whole lot, though! The healing spit, bringing watermelons to life, floating. The Gems always said no one but Mom was able to do all that, not even other Rose Quartzes.”

“Wait a minute,” Connie said, eyes widening. She jabbed her finger at him, brimming with barely contained excitement. “The dream!”

“The... dream?”

“The dream, remember? The really weird one we had on the jungle moon, in the diamond base! We dreamed about Pink Diamond. All that suddenly makes so much more sense now.”

“Oh. Oh! That dream! Yeah, it really does,” he smiled. “It’s still weird. But it’s also kinda a relief? That she didn’t really shatter someone, I mean.”

She cupped her chin in her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. Her brow furrowed. He could almost see the steam pouring out of her ears, interlocked gears grinding against each other as she attempted to puzzle through the next logical question.

“So what really happened?”

Steven turned to face her directly as he attempted to make sense of it all, his thoughts spilling over each other until they emerged as nothing but a fluid stream of consciousness:

“The gist is that my mom didn’t want Earth to be destroyed so she disguised herself as Rose Quartz and fought her own armies and then when the other diamonds wouldn’t let her stop the colonization she fake-shattered herself with Pearl’s help to stop the war entirely but it totally backfired and the rest of the diamonds corrupted all the other Gems on the planet in revenge for Pink’s fake-death and the only reason I never knew this before was because her last order to Pearl was to never tell another living soul about it.”

By the time he’d finished, Connie’s eyes were blown wide.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That’s... a whole lot to take in at once.”

“Yup.”

“So... how are you feeling about all this?“

“I- I don’t know anymore,” he said with a wide shrug. “Confused? It’s just- all my life I thought I was one thing, and then suddenly ‘surprise, Steven! You’re actually a diamond?’ Heh. Geeze.”

With a weak laugh, he ran his fingers through the short curls at the nape of his neck. His expression sobered again.

“Honestly,” he admitted, “I’m more worried about how everyone else is handling the news.”

“Oh yeah, are they okay?”

“I think they are now. But Garnet took it so hard she unfused, and even though I think she’s kinda relieved it’s no longer a secret Pearl’s been treating me like glass, and Amethyst... well, is Amethyst, so she’s mostly fine, but now she seems to believe it’s her job to make me feel better, which it isn’t.”

Connie listened patiently as he got all this off his chest, tumultuous thoughts he hadn’t the time or the courage to vocalize before. Now more than ever he was so thankful to have such a close friend.

“My dad seems okay, thankfully. But I guess this all got me thinking... I really can’t escape any of this. All my mom’s decisions are just gonna keep following us, and following us, and it feels like I’m the only one who’s doing anything to patch things up. I’ve been trying so hard to hold everyone together all this time that now it’s like I’m the one falling apart! But I dunno,” he said with a heavy sigh, looking with yearning back towards the ocean as if seeking an answer to a question he hesitated to ask aloud. He felt his hair ruffle in the throes of faint coastal breeze. “Sometimes I wonder if that’s just me being selfish.”

He gripped the sand, fingertips scouring shallow ridges in the loosely packed, granular surface. Now that he’d admitted one of his biggest fears— let the words slough off his tongue into actuality— he didn’t feel any better, more like an exposed nerve. A wave of guilt shot through him, guilt that he was burdening her with this in the first place, that he couldn’t always be the bright-eyed, optimistic Steven everyone expected, that he—

“I don’t think that’s selfish,” Connie said.

The tension in his hand eased.

“It sounds like you’re wanting some space to take care of yourself, that’s all. Self care is super important.”

A familiar grounding presence met his shoulder, and he turned to meet his best friend face-to-face. He was met by an unwavering smile, and eyes glistening with an honesty he wasn’t sure he always deserved.

“So maybe what you need,” she finished, scooting a bit closer to him, “is… a bit of time away from everything that’s making you stressed?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he agreed with a slight crack in his voice, cheeks heating as they sat in such close proximity. “That sounds really nice right about now.”

“It’ll be like a mini vacation!” she said, and paused in thought. She enthusiastically jabbed her finger towards him, realization coloring her features. “Hey, kinda like your very own spring break, just like me!”

Mood lifting considerably at the idea, he squished his face with a loud, drawn-out gasp. “Oh my gosh, we’ll finally be spring break buds! You’ll be on break from school, and I’ll be on break from all the usual stuff like corrupted Gem missions, mortal danger, and being kidnapped! It’s perfect!”

An indiscernible emotion flickered across her eyes at that last bit, so subtle he almost didn’t catch it. “Yeah, um—“

“Hmm, but where should I go?” he mused out loud with barely a feather ruffled. “I can’t exactly stay at my house, because it’s supposed to be a vacation. Dad’s too close. Mask Island is too… watermelon-y. The barn’s in space. I guess I could find a motel…”

As he was pondering the mystery of where he might go vacationing, Connie rose to her feet with solid confidence. She picked up her sword and slung its leather strap across her shoulder. She then extended a hand to him, a silent but unquestionable request. The damp, malleable sand compacted under his sandals as he stood. She grinned conspiratorially.

“Come on, I know exactly where you can go.”

“What-a who-da hey??” he cried out in surprise, almost stumbling over his feet when her strong grip became even more taught and she began to pull him across the shore at a sprint. “Where the heck are we—“

“To Lion!” she said, gaze locked on the familiar shock of cotton candy pink resting just around the bend, actually not too far from where she first disembarked for once. “I thought… maybe you can stay with me!”

They zoomed past the first of the half-buried stone hands, through its rigid, unshakable shadow. Steven always thought it strangely intimidating, even if not intentionally so. He pursed his lips. Hmm, how relevant to his current emotions on Dr. and Mr. Maheswaran.

“That’d be super fun, but. D’ya even think your parents are gonna allow that?”

“I’m—“ her stalwart confidence wavered, their pace slowing as they finally reached Lion’s side— “not sure, but it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

She gave Lion a quick scruff behind the ear. The magical creature leaned into her affectionate touch, his chest rumbling with a deep purr. The sight made Steven feel all floaty inside. He was genuinely happy the two of them were that close and trusting of each other.

“Good enough for me!” he said. “Let’s do it.”

Connie’s excitement at this— while not explicitly voiced— nearly bubbled over the brim like soda fizz, as if the mere idea of him sleeping over was held in greater anticipation than even the upcoming season finale of her favorite show. With practiced grace, she slung herself onto Lion’s back. In time he rose onto all four feet, as regal in his leisurely nature as ever. It was a silly observation in the long run, but he couldn’t help but admire how the mint green of her sweater and the pale blue of her pajamas stood in perfect contrast with the lion’s wild pink mane. His best friend offered her hand.

He began to reach out, when his previously wandering thoughts landed on a pertinent reminder. His eyes blew wide.

“Wait, I need pajamas! And also,” he said, eying his house, and the light still on inside, “I should probably let everyone know where I’m going before I completely disappear from town for the night? The last thing they need right now is something else to worry about.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a wise idea. Also good reminder, I need to text my mom.”

As she reached into her pocket for her phone, he began his short jog up the hill to the porch. He paused before he reached the splintered wooden rail by the stairs, turning back to call out his parting message.

“I’ll just be a few minutes, okay?”

She waved him off. “Okay! No worries. Unless Lion has secret lion plans, I’m not going anywhere.”

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Family Found Part 44: Last Ambrose Standing

AKA ‘Fastlane and Burn’, Dean and the Reader’s conflict comes to a head. But when the final moments are in their hands, can they do what is necessary to win their Last Ambrose Standing match? The following Monday an old rival of the roster makes an appearance and a demand.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 4665

Note: I swear, my matches are only two paragraphs. But then you gotta have dialogue and some plot advancement, and suddenly there’s so much! It reads quick, or it did for me. And it was fun/angsty to write. If you like how things are going, or if this chapter made you cry, comments (anon or not) and reblogs are always super appreciated. Enjoy! [P.S.: For the record, I’ve had my WM planned since January. Any similarities to what’s actually happening on Raw is just chance.]

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 43: It’s Official

Fastlane – March 10, 2019 – Green Bay, WI

Renee gave the online audience a bright smile. “And welcome to the road to WrestleMania! Fastlane is well underway, and it is almost time for the show to begin. But first, the Raw tag titles contenderships are on the line. Whoever wins this might be going to WrestleMania. It’s a bit of an odd mix going into this match.”

“Yes, it is,” Cole said. “The Revival and the B Team we’ve seen before in big events like this. But how do you think the new team of Dana Brook and Tyler Breeze are going to hold up?”

Corey whined back and forth. “I don’t know. They have both had established places in the WWE, but have been lost in the shuffle for the last several months. I’m curious to see how their plan will work to bring them back into the spotlight.”

“It’s time to see that plan in action,” Renee said as the aforementioned team entered. They received a loud pop from the crowd, though that was drowned out as the B Team, and then the Revival entered the arena.

They each took a corner, bouncing while waiting for the bell. But the stage lit up again. With the entrance of Kevin Owens.

“What!” Corey shouted. “Welcome back, but who is he going to tag with?”

Renee was almost bouncing in her seat. “I think I know who…”

The stage lit up in reds and black as Sami Zayn made his return to the WWE as well. He and Kevin shared a hug, soaking in their welcome from the crowd before going down to the ring. Inside, their opponents were complaining to the referee. But the match was being announced as a fatal four-way for the number one contender spot for the tag titles. Sami and Kevin took the last corner, with Kevin starting the match. He was instantly the target of everyone else in the ring. Sami helped him retreat through the ropes and they backed off, turning on each other.

Tagging in their other halves began. At Breeze’s tag, Dana went after Dawson before he could call in Wilder, and then engaged with Bo Dallas. Sami jumped in, working his way around the ring, knocking partners off the apron so they wouldn’t be available later. Curtis Axel fell the most dramatically. Kevin bided his time, crouching on the floor until Sami needed him. Then they traded while everyone else was exhausted and out. This continued to help them, all the way up to the pin. Sami jumped in, double pinning Bo under the referee’s count.

They celebrated their win, and their continued welcome back as the final preparations for Fastlane wrapped up.

***

Beginning Fastlane with a bang was the Raw Women’s Championship match between defending Ember Moon against Ruby Riott. Depending on who you asked, both women had lost before the bell had rung. Ember had reached her goal of title reign days, but she was still fighting to see how far she could go beyond that. Ruby had suffered losses for the last three weeks, but those losses had ignited enough of a fire that Ember was on the defense. Half-way through the match, both women sprawled out in the ring after a long combination of moves.

“I can’t leave this ring without that title,” Ruby muttered. Ember lifted her head up just enough to catch her eye. “If I can’t… if I can’t win titles, then why am I here?” Ruby wobbled to her hands and knees. “If I can’t… then how can I lead my friends?” She finally made it to her feet, though it looked like a puff of breath could knock her over.

Ember struggled to stand as well and held up her fists. “But what if you can? I’m not just going to give it to you, but you know what you’re fighting for. So fight. Because that’s what I’m here to do. Not for titles or for gold, but for my pride and to hear my name chanted by everyone in this arena. If I’m honest, I don’t think you will leave this ring with the title. I don’t think you have it in you.”

“But what if you’re wrong?” Ruby launched forward with another attack, reinvigorating the match. She pushed and she fought until her lungs burned and Ember’s eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion. With a scream, she threw everything else she had and fell on top of her opponent. One. Two. Three.

“And you’re new Raw Women’s Champion: Ruby Riott!”

Ruby fell to her knees with the title in her hands. She stayed there until Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan appeared by her sides and helped her to her feet where she could hold it high above her head.

***

Ruby stayed ringside for her teammates’ match against Mickie James and Alicia Fox for their tag titles. They moved like a team reborn. Liv’s bright hair caught Alicia in the face, inspiring her to laugh. Sarah mostly engaged with the veteran Mickie, fighting to endure the reserves of years of wrestling and maneuvers that hadn’t seen a ring in ages. Alicia fought back with her repertoire that soon had the Squad on the defense.

Then the mistakes came. Alicia, proud in how flat Sarah was laid in the ring, stepped to the ropes to haggle Ruby instead of going for the pin. Mickie frantically called for a pin or for a tag. But Liv sneaked up behind the teammate and swept her feet out from under her. Alicia heard the cry as she fell and twisted around in time for Sarah to catch her. The bell rang as the Squad retained their titles. As the champion trio, they stood in the ring as three of the most powerful women on the Raw roster.

***

For the number one Intercontinental contendership, Finn Balor and Dolph met in the ring. The palms of Finn’s hands were red, like the demon was desperate to get out but the man wouldn’t let him have full control. That made Dolph warry. One: why would he hold back with so much on the line? And two: how powerful was the man if he could hold back a demon king? He didn’t have much to think about it as Finn attacked. They were caught in a headlock until Dolph was forced back into the ropes. He glared at the ref from between them. Who cares who or what the man was? He was just a man.

The match danced from ring post to ring post along the ropes and round from the floor. Both men were showing how much they wanted even a chance at the title by how much damage they could take and dish out. Finn took it the best. Dolph struggled more and more to get to his feet after each assault. He remained flat on his back after barely kicking out of a pin. Climbing the turnbuckles, Finn went for a Coup de Grace. At the last possible second, Dolph moved, catching Finn in a roll-up. Out of sight of the ref, he used the ropes for a bit of extra leverage. It was enough. He made a hasty exit before Finn could figure out why he’d lost.

Backstage, Charly caught up with Dolph. “Having won your match, how soon do you want to face your former partner for a title match? Will we see it tomorrow, or on the grandest stage of them all at WrestleMania?”

Dolph continued to catch his breath while he thought. “I’m ready when Drew is. Tomorrow. Next week. WrestleMania. Whenever he thinks is his best chance to beat me, let’s go. I will be at my best because I am the best out of anyone on Raw.” He broke off as the champion himself walked up. He was dressed in a suit and had the title resting on his shoulder. Dolph did his best to get into his space and maybe get sweat onto the nice fabric.

“When will I be ready for you? I’d fight you right now, but I want ya after you’ve rested. After you’ve had a good night’s sleep. And then, when ya have ya strength and your full hubris back, I’m going to bury you in that ring. So, I’ll see you tomorrow Dolph. An’ the best man will win again, like I do every time.” He reached up and gave Dolph a heavy double pat on his cheek. “Sleep tight.” He smirked and walked away as Dolph growled after him.

***

Roman watched Dean finish taping up his hands. “You don’t have to go through with this, you know. She’s probably not doing this for the reasons you think.”

“And what would you know about it?” Dean spat. He grit his teeth and twisted his neck. “What you’ve seen from home is just the tip of the iceberg. And besides, she brought it up. I’m just finishing what she’s started.” Dean rolled his shoulders back. “If I had gotten in your way of taking the Universal, would you let Seth or the Usos talk me out of it?”

A long pause was his answer. Nodding, Dean walked away to enter the arena.

You followed shortly after, wearing the gear you’d made for Summer Slam. Really it was the only gear you had. At the same time, you hoped that Dean would see it and realize his cousin was still in it, and not some villain for him to slay.

There wasn’t much room for that hope. Before you’d even made it to the ring, you could see that Dean had his trusty kendo stick quiver wrapped over his shoulder. You entered the ring with only yourself. You had made the choices you did without weapons or premeditated woes. But once that bell rang, you would fight to defend your reasons.

The match happened in three stages. At first, it felt like any other sparring practice when learning with any of your friends-turned-trainers. You even forgot yourself and found a smile spreading across your face and a laugh escaping. Dean’s dimples made an appearance. Then the roar of the crowd brought you back to reality. The match turned real. You tried to win a pin as fast as possible. If you could do that before the very real devices under the ring came out, then maybe you wouldn’t regret this so much.

But the devices did come out. You grabbed a chair to use as a shield when Dean finally began to use his kendo stick. There was also a chain that you used like a whip to rip it out of his hands. Then he followed you into the ring. The chain became your means of keeping Dean away. Or keeping him close in a submission hold.

“Please, Dean,” you tried, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He struggled to detangle himself from the chain, effectively taking it from your hands in the process. “Is that an apology?”

“No.”

“Then we’re not done.”

It went on. Your hearts were no longer in it but you fought hard anyway. Dean’s practiced ingenuity was getting the best of you. Bringing in more things from under the ring wasn’t going to work. He’d been a hardcore wrestler; had the scars as proof. So you ended it like how they’d taught you to: find one weakness and target it. Somewhere in the scuffle Dean had developed a limp. You knew Seth would have some pointers, so you aimed for that injury. He couldn’t fight you if he couldn’t stand.

Dean was able to wobble onto his legs one last time. You climbed the turnbuckles, about to spin with your modified punch that Roman helped you with. Dean fell before you could finish setting up. The referee started the count.

“No!” You rushed down and tried to stop him. “I’m the general manager and I said stop!” He paused, looking past you to Dean. You didn’t look back. “Call off the match. It’s done. I lost.” While the shocked referee went to tell the bell box, you left the ring. It announced overhead, making you flinch.

With all of your might, you wanted to walk away without looking. But a tiny shard made you turn. He was staring at you. Not angry. Definitely not broken. Just… staring at you. Through you. It felt like no matter what you did from this moment on, you were damned. “I’m sorry, Dean,” you said, hopefully loud enough for him to believe you. “I’m so, so sorry.”

***

With the Universal Championship on the line, Seth Rollins and Mojo Rawley pulled out all the stops. Even since Monday, Mojo had found a new hold and a quick tackle that kept blindsiding Seth. The King Slayer would manage to kick out, then stand while shaking away the ringing in his ears. They re-met with a quick handshake. Seth dug deep too and borrowed one of Dean’s old submission holds that pinned Mojo’s arms far out of use with his knees. He rocked back and forth. This backfired as Mojo was able to use the moment to roll around and switch the tension. Seth had to release.

The submission holds gave way to the game of endurance. The universe had already seen Seth fight for over an hour multiple times. But Mojo held his own too. If the dream requires you to run from one side of the earth to the other, then you have to train to run around it twice to account for all the unforeseeable hurdles in between. Rawley kept Seth on his toes, knocking him out of the air and knocking out his ability to stand. He took a second to stare at the title resting in the lap of a techie in the bell box. Seth took it to use his remaining functioning limbs to cut Mojo down until he could end the match with a Curb Stomp. The Universal had been retained.

***

Monday Night Raw – March 11, 2019

You couldn’t start Raw without a little housekeeping first. Elias nodded as you continued speaking. “You see, you have to pick your WrestleMania opponent… tonight. I really should have had you pick before Fastlane but-“

“You were busy.”

The heat behind your cheeks simmered as you focused on breathing. “Yeah. Busy. But have you made a decision? That is… you have been thinking about it, right?”

Elias scoffed. “Of course. I’m going to challenge-“

He didn’t get to finish as a large hand grabbed the scruff of his scarf and shirt and tugged him away. Brock Lesnar stepped into his place. Paul Heyman hovered like a grinning shadow. “Good to see you, Ms. Ambrose. I hope you are having a lovely stress-free evening.” Paul somehow grinned wider.

“I was,” you mumbled. “Can I help you guys? Or are you just here to rough up my wrestlers?”

Brock chuckled and looked down to Paul. He took his cue to speak. “We won’t be here long as we’re not staying for the show. But my client, Brock Les-“

“We all know who your client is. Get to the point.”

“My client, Brock Lensar, is just here to ask for his title. And he’s going to ask nicely. This time.” Paul leaned closer to you. “You won’t be able to play him like you’ve been playing everyone here. He won’t be so nice then.” He leaned back with a smirk, posing with a hand crossed over his other wrist.

You switched your attention from Heyman to the Beast Incarnate. “I don’t know why you’re trying to be all dramatic and scary. You haven’t been here since… oh, Summer Slam? As far as I’m concerned, you don’t deserve a return.” The sass slipped from your voice. Your words scorched your throat. “But Vince McMahon called last week. Your match is already set. For WrestleMania. I was just about to inform your opponent.”

Brock smiled and nodded. He turned and walked out of your office with another word. For Elias’s sake, you hoped the drifter wouldn’t want into the Universal title picture.

***

In the ring, Drew McIntyre came to stand dead-center with his Intercontinental title over his shoulder. “We all know what’s planned for tanight. I am the champion. And I am goin’ to walk out of this ring… as champion. It wasn’t goin’ to matter who won at Fastlane, but ya know what? I’m glad it’s Dolph. He’s been impatiently waiting for his chance to get back at me for somethin’ that happened months ago.” Drew chuckled. “Honestly, I was willing to put it all behind me a while ago. But then he kept pushing. And kept gettin’ in the way. Fine. Now is the time of your destruction, Dolph. Now-“

Dolph entered early, saving the crowd from more of the monologue. For a second it looked like he was going to use the mic in his hands, but he dropped it instead. He marched down to the ring, fighting back a grimace as his pace tweaked a new sore spot. It did not go unnoticed.

They met at the bell. Eager to make it a quick match, Drew targeted the areas he knew that Finn had damaged. It didn’t go as quick as he hoped. And Dolph nearly caught him in a Zig Zag several times. But the targeting had done its job. Drew caught him with a Glasgow Kiss and barely had to work to pin him. Laughing he made his way up to the stage, picking up the mic Dolph dropped earlier.

“This is the best of Dolph Ziggler? This is the best of the Raw roster? Who could even think to step to me?” His smirk disappeared as Elias strummed onto the stage. Drew growled as the drifter stopped playing just long enough to poke at the title. Drew snatched it away and reared back for a punch. But Elias was quicker. And he had a longer reach with his guitar in hand. Wood fractured and splintered across the stage. Over Drew’s momentarily damaged body, Elias took up the title. He looked between it and his smashed guitar. Gingerly, he draped it over Drew, then walked away.

***

When the call came in that Dean had interrupted Seth’s entrance, you rushed to the ring. Dean was waiting for you sitting in a lone chair in the ring. “Well, that didn’t take long.”

“Please, can you not do this right now?”

You waved him away and tried to leave for backstage but he stood and leaned forward onto the ropes. “Why not? What’s so important that we can’t discuss what I got out of winning our match yesterday?”

With a huff, you rolled back your shoulders. “I just had to tell Seth before he came out here that his WrestleMania opponent is Brock Lesnar. And I… I really need a break.”

He waved you down to the ring, which you begrudgingly obliged. “One more headache and then you can find a hole to hide in. It seems to be an Ambrose thing. Since you’re handing out championship opportunities, why don’t you add one more person to that match? I think beating the general manager of Raw is pretty-“

“No.” With a grin, Dean stepped back from the ropes as you entered. “You didn’t pin me, and you didn’t make me tap. I surrendered. I surrendered so that I hopefully could put this all to rest. Please, Dean… I didn’t have a choice-“

“Yes, you did. All of us work our asses off to build this business, but the second that… the second that Lesnar wants something, he gets it. No questions asked.” Dean punched the side of his face as his blood began to boil. “But I’m asking questions. No, I’m done with questions. Now it’s time for demands. Put me in the match, Y/N!”

“No! You don’t know what you’re doing, Dean. There are levels of this that you can’t see.”

“What levels?” he spat. “Levels of you hurting my career to protect you from ‘favoritism’? Or of how much of your soul you’ve given to the remnants of the Authority.”

“Stop.” You walked away, but Dean’s voice followed you.

“No, I won’t. And if you don’t do what’s right, and put me in the spot that I deserve, then I am going to fight you. Not in the ring. We’ve already done that and seen what you’re willing to burn. No. I won’t stop usurping your precious plans and using my last breath to destroy the position you built over family.”

“Fine!” You spun around. Eyes flashing, your jaw ached from the tension. You focused on that tension, feeling it colliding with the pain that had settled into your bones over the past months. With a sigh, you accepted that it would probably never go away. It was all a split second, but the oceans of emotions drowned you eons ago. You laced your words with cold, unfeeling ice. “Dean Ambrose, as won by your match at Fastlane, you also have a spot in the Universal Championship match at WrestleMania. And may God forgive me… since you probably never will.”

Seth came rolling into the ring just as you finished. Dean bumped into him as you both turned towards your separate ways. “Why are you so hard on her, man?”

He barked a laugh. “Didn’t you hear her? We had all that destruction last night, and she didn’t change a bit. All of this is still for business. Nothing more. We’re just pawns. We could have been building momentum between us for weeks for another show stopper, but Brock comes in here and just walks into an opportunity.”

Struggling to get in a word, Seth said, “I don’t know. All of this feels weird. Something tells me there are outside forces here. I really think you should just listen to her and-“

“Don’t you have a match to get for?” Dean shot him down.

Seth bit back anything else he had to say. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Hissing out strained air, Seth let him leave and ran a hand through his hair.

***

As Dean stormed towards backstage, Apollo Crews came out for his match with Seth. He stayed on stage just long enough for your cousin to disappear, then smiled as Titus O’Neil joined him. They walked side-by-side to the ring with Apollo hoping onto the apron and Titus walking around to the back to do the same. Before they could enter the ring, Roman’s entrance took over the system. Battle lines drawn, the match was remade as a tag match.

Seth nodded towards the stage, asking about Dean. Roman shook his head. Backstage with a resolute deaf-to-reason Dean was not the best place to be. Not when he could help elsewhere.

It was like old times. Apollo and Titus seemed to forget their thundercloud-plan to take advantage of Seth. Or at least postponed it to another time when maybe he wouldn’t have backup on hand. Frazzled, the former team of Titus Worldwide struggled to stay afloat. Roman and Seth kept isolating each man, wearing him down so much that even after having a break, he couldn’t do much to relieve his partner. Seth ended up pinning Apollo, with Roman standing over Titus outside the ring where he’d been speared through a barricade.

***

“Now would you look at all this gold?” Ruby slapped the championship around her waist. To either side, Sarah and Liv snickered, adjusting their own titles on their shoulders. “We’ve said it several times, so you all should know by now, but the Riott Squad is the best there is on Monday Night Raw. And Fastlane just proved that once again.” She spun the mic around in her hands, watching the lights flicker over her title. “And this isn’t just for tonight. Or next week. Or just this month. Hell, the plan isn’t even to just ‘survive’ until WrestleMania. No. We are going to run this show, command that woman’s locker, and own these titles until somebody back there decides that they are good enough to even think about contending with us. Anyone back there is welcome to try. But we will run them into the ground, and we will do that every time someone steps to us! Whether it is for the Raw tag titles, or for the Raw women’s championship.” Ruby opened her arms for Liv and Sarah to perch under.

They were still laughing together when they were interrupted. Alexa Bliss walked out with Alicia Fox and Mickie James at her shoulders. Miss Bliss slow clapped until she was standing at the top of the ramp. “Congratulations, Ruby. No, really. That’s great. But your ladies have unfinished business with mine.”

Liv stepped up, accepting Ruby’s mic. “Um, that’s not the way we see it. Because… we beat them last night. Quickly, I might add.”

“No, no. Ruby, honey, you were a distraction to my team last night. And when Alicia was too busy making sure you wouldn’t interfere, your bubblegum haired pixie attacked Mickie James who wasn’t even tagged in at the time.” The ladies in question nodded along. “So I say, we’re not done.”

Ruby’s smile spread to a dangerous level, the kind that was inspired by a master plan. “Okay. Fine. But to ensure that none of us are a distraction to the other, why don’t we just put all the titles on the line. The Riott Squad versus… whatever you call your ragtag group.”

Despite the name-calling, Alexa matched her wicked smirk. “Deal.” She tossed the mic over her shoulder and joined Mickie and Alicia in the run down to the ring.

For the first good while, the sudden appearance of the trio had the Riott Squad scrambling to have a plan. It came back eventually like muscle memory. Having championship gold on the line, especially all of it, was a great motivator. Ruby’s mind worked quickly to move her team around so they could have more than just twenty-four hours as a triumphant team. Alexa misread one of her barked commands and tagged herself in. Sarah instead of Liv jumped into the ring, and Alexa was too deep into the ring to turn back. So she ran forward, half-reforming an attack that fell flat. Like she did onto her back a few seconds later. Ruby and Liv barreled forward to keep Mickie and Alicia from breaking the pin, which ensured the win.

Sarah shoved Alexa out of the ring so that they could all pose again with their retained championships.

***

Kevin and Sami had asked for the last few minutes of Raw to reintroduce themselves to the WWE Universe. You gave it to them easily. So they smiled and laughed, basking in the second welcome of the week. They were just lifting the mics to speak when AOP appeared from the audience and began to circle the ring. On the Titantron, Dr. M appeared from his deserted hospital.

“Did you really think that your shock return would guarantee a new life as a tag team? Kevin… Sami… your betrayal of each other runs deep. It will always be there, like a scar. And no tricks devised by you, or cleared by Y/N can cover them up. Tricks are superficial remedies to deep tissue secrets and doubts.”

Rezar and Akam finished circling the ring and came to stand at the base of the ramp.

“Secrets are the disease of the WWE. And Y/N has stepped into the role of Typhoid Mary. Not to worry… that will soon be cured. As well as the sudden arrival of the pestilence of Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens. The Authors of pain need no tricks, no snake oil to save the tag division.” The men turned their backs and walked back up the ramp as Dr. M finished. “So welcome back. But you will not enjoy your short stay.”

Part 45: Oncoming Storm

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years

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happy new year beautiful, i'm here to spread some love!!! in celebration of 2019 tag your 19 favorite blogs/mutuals 🎉

you did not just tell me to tag people I love, i have like a lot. Happy new year my sweets, may you be blessed with good health, enormous wealth, graduate, get a job, give yourself a gift (me), sleep better, eat better (pls i cannot stress on this enough!), get you a spa day by yourself, and just treat yourself… start the year with a de-stress, we have 364 days to go…

here’s my favourite people who run such magnificent blogs and people I have to talk to, on regular basis like taking my non-existent anti-depression pills:

@namjoonslion you knew you’re gonna get tagged, abby don’t even try to deny, and I probably never tell you how much you meant to me a lot, but I really do appreciate you, I love the spirits you have and our overall nothing-can-go-wrong VS but-it-might contra is something I hold dearly and I’m not sure why it worked out this long. We’re like Sadness & Joy pair in Disney Pixar’s Inside Out. And that’s just so cute now that I think of it. You walked into my life one day, and it’s like the sun came out. I feel like you’d give the best hug because you’re tol and I’m smol@magical-warlock my pisces, demi darling whom I love and rarely talk to nowadays, you always know how to cheer me up with some random ass text post of cute sayings and marvel things and I’m just wanting to catapult myself to Holland every time you send me a picture of your town. It’s honestly the best town that fits me. I would walk days with you and talk and hold hands, sigh. We shared a lot of stories together, and I feel like we’re both undergoing something very tough, I always know you have my back and you’ll have mine. Being associated to you is the best things that happened in my years in Tumblr and I truly mean it when I say I care about you.

@minseoltanggi baby fish! bat, you are by far the closest one to me of all my tumblr friends because we live in the same country and you’ve seen my face before. You are adorable af and I hope you don’t be scared of turning 15 soon, it’s an experience, you have to embrace it as you go and don’t worry too much. You are a smart little girl and have many potentials, so don’t let your fears shackle you down to earth because I want to see you be that Astronomy expert you wanted to become! And if you changed your mind mid-way that’s fine, too. I’m sorry that I can’t get on tumblr as often as I’d like and message you. I do hope your blankets are warm and your pillows are soft, every night.

@luciddrugs same age dudette, Alexa! I know we’ve not been acquainted until the last few months of 2018 and dare I say, you’re by far the most passionate blossoming ARMY I have ever met. You desire to know and understand Hoseok is beyond me, like wow, you helped me see another side of Hoseok and that’s something not many people could have done, and I sort of understand when you spazzed about him not getting a lot of attention, because TRUE DAT. I mean look at my man Namjoon, these two gets push back along with Jin sometimes and it saddens me. having another hyungline stan is ultimately a blessing, like, thank you for SCREAMING HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HOBI BECAUSE GURL YASSSSSSS… /two idiots screaming in the middles of the sea–flashbacks lmao)

@fangirlaholicxx Divvie. My other gun. My right-hand women. If yall read my writings i can’t say crappy anymore because that would be an insult to Div’s work its her you should thank, my writings starting from Catching Fire, was proof read by her. And if I don’t get Div squealing, don’t bet I’ll release any of the fics. She’s my fuel, my gasoline, she keeps me going, and is my personal cheerleader. She makes great moodboards and it’s a matter of time until she ripens to her full form and bless us with her endless creative tendencies, just watch. I love her…so much. I don’t think she knows that. Thanks for catching me when I fall. /seals love letter with a heart wax/

@submissive-bangtan caro, caro, CARO! I love your brain and the intricate words you use. You know a whole world I didn’t know about and it’s because of you I’ve learned new things. You’re always so generous with your knowledge and following you was the best thing I’ve ever done? Like I came as a sub bts enthusiast (a dying clan) and pledge loyalty, but you gave me a Pandora box of tricks and passion. I think you’re super cool and I’m always so shy to make first move, so when you answered my tags, it makes my heart bloom? Can someone have that much power? Germans, I tell you…sigh.

@yourladyhobi18 Luisa 💞🌹 we never actually spoke but endlessly tagging each other on posts of our knights and saviours, sometimes without context and we do it like it’s the most natural thing in the world and honestly I desired this kind of connection for the longest time, and I never knew I needed it until you came. I guess this is how two shy people become friends lmao.

@majestikblue you are a very mysterious one. You come unexpected and return when you desired. You always sends the nicest text out of nowhere and I’m always smiling when I see your texts?? Like how do you always know me going through tough times, did you put a camera on me?? Should I be staring at the corners so you could see me kiss you or what? I don’t even catch your name, and I don’t think I’ve ever asked…what kind of friendship is this, Anissa? I just want to say I appreciate you and your existence, please don’t ever change.

@lovethyfandoms2 how could I forget you and Digby when you’re the first person to actually come and talk to me. I know you’re super busy at college now, and I wish you all the best. I hold the memories and conversations we had, close to my heart and will never forget them. Happy New Year, Josie. And it all began with a random ass link you accidently sent me haha, I remembered that lmao, I was so confused. Do all friendship began this weird though, I wonder haha! Josie, survive made it out 2018! Woo woo!

Nothing less important, in fact! Very important people that I cannot possibly forget ever, is my lovelies, whom I dearly appreciate and desire to protect forever and always, may this year bring you more positive hopes and help you dream, gives you something to smile for, and I have nothing else to offer but my stories and the comfort they bring, but should you feel the need to talk to me, come any time…

@rapmooni @tinyjjks @kai-tashi @monosgf @babybee05 @leesuzy09 @seokjins-epiphany @hobi-isadaydream @zynnami @verracotta @joonraw @seoulso @bloodyspell @8xxakiraxx8 @therealredraven @ursulabtslover @triviamang

I plan to make a separate post for this, and have more affectionate things to say, but if you’re not mentioned here, please don’t feel upset… I know most of you hide behind the comfort of an anon, and that’s okay. But If you’re reading this and felt like you are invincible? You’re not, I see you, I recognise you. And I appreciate every each and every one of you. I keep you in my thoughts when I see you reblog my writings and say nice things in the tags, and when you like my drunk depressive posts. I know you guys are wonderful people with good hearts. You’re the REAL reason why I began, continue and desire to write, I hope I’ll be able to do more in the future. I have so many more people to thank, and I’d personally shake each of your hands and give you a hug if I could and know your face.

Thank you for seeing me, thank you for noticing me, thank you for listening to my stories. Thank you for a wholesome end of 2018 and here’s to a beautiful start in 2019. 🥂 (i’m buying sodas and pizzas for us all) happy fucking new year babes

#to my followers #asks #answered

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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My Hero || Peter Parker

pairing: civilian!peter x avenger!reader

summary: when your boyfriend, peter, gets invited to the stark gala for his internship, you have to try to make it through the night without him finding out that you’re secretly an avenger

a/n: peter is in college here! finally another oneshot for our boy petey- reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 3.9k

warnings: reader has spidey’s enhanced senses, there’s a gun, fluff

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Pushing open the door of the building you had just had class in, your eyes immediately met those of your boyfriend sitting on the bench waiting for you outside. As soon as you saw him a smile reached across his face and he pushed himself out of his seat, making his way over to you.

“Hey, Pete-”

“- So I don’t know how I got one of these-” Peter started rambling, walking beside you. “They handed it to me and in my head I was like ‘this has to be a mistake’ you know? ‘Cause there’s no way I would get invited-”

“Woah, Peter, slow down!” You laughed, turning to your boyfriend. “What are you talking about?”

Realizing that he hadn’t even told you what he was going on about, Peter stopped and began shoving his hands through his pockets. When you stopped your pace in front of him, you watched as Peter pulled an envelope out of his pocket.

“What’s that for?” You asked.

A smile spread across his face once again as he pulled the invitation out of the envelope.

You swore you felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw Stark Industry’s logo printed on the piece of paper.

“It’s for this party thing-”

“-Gala.” You corrected him.

“Yeah!” He said. “Gala! It’s for this gala that Mr. Stark is hosting and you know- at first I didn’t think I could be invited, but it has my name and everything.”

You began to tap your feet as he explained this all to you, feeling your anxiousness grow.

“So, are you going to go?” You asked, praying that he wouldn’t say the answer that you were sure he was going to give.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked.

You knew it was a rhetorical question. At least in Peter’s mind there wasn’t a logical reason as to why a 19 year-old intern for Stark Industries shouldn’t go to a Gala- it could open so many doors for him and it was a rare honor- but you knew things that Peter didn’t. To be more exact, he didn't know the things you were keeping a secret from him.

You had known about the Gala before Peter had even mentioned it because you had been invited yourself, not as a Stark intern, but as an Avenger. You had only found out you had abilities a few months ago when you had been bitten by a radioactive spider. Later you had been discovered by the group, but managed to have your identity remain a secret.

It’s not that you didn’t trust Peter enough to tell him- you were going to tell him- just not yet. You needed more time.

This Gala invitation felt like Tony Stark was purposefully trying to ruin your life, despite the fact that you had never informed him- or any of the Avengers for that matter- that you and Peter Parker, his intern, were dating.

“Of course I’m gonna go!” He said. “Mr. Stark invited me. This is big for me, Y/n. And... guess what?”

“What?” You asked, not particularly enjoying where this conversation was headed.

“I have a plus one.” Peter said.

Of course he did.

“Oh that’s awesome, Pete!” You smiled, beginning to walk in the opposite direction once again. “I’m sure May would love to go!”

Jogging to catch up with you, Peter grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you back.

“May?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why would I ask May? I want you to go with me.”

Looking at your boyfriend, you felt so guilty for lying to him. He was the sweetest person you had ever met and as he smiled at you, hopeful to have you on his arm at tonight’s event, you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him.

“I’d love to go, Peter.” You said. “Pick me up at seven?”

“Yeah- wait.” Peter said quirking his eyebrows again. “How did you know it was tonight?”

Shit.

“Oh!” You chuckled. “I... I don’t know why I figured that. So... seven?”

Slowly nodding his head, your boyfriend nervously chuckled. “Yeah, seven.”

“Okay!” You exclaimed, leaning in to peck Peter’s cheek before pulling away. “I have to go meet my professor. See you later!”

And with that you took off in the other direction, your mind filled with worries about tonight’s event, planning ways in your head to keep your double life a secret from your boyfriend. As you did, Peter watched you walk away, still glued to his spot sensing that something just wasn’t right.

Clipping on your earrings, you heard the sound of Peter’s knuckles meeting your door, lightly knocking. Pulling the door open, your eyes met Peter’s and you smiled.

“What do you think?” You asked, gesturing at the dress you were wearing.

You watched as Peter’s jaw practically dropped and he reached out his hand for yours.

“W-woah.” He said in awe, a smiling reaching across his face as he pulled your hand, twirling you around. “You- you look so beautiful, Y/n.”

Despite the anxiety that you were feeling about the night ahead of you, you couldn't help but smile at his compliment. No matter how often he called you beautiful, you still became a smiling mess every time.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Parker.”

He didn't. Standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice how much your boyfriend had gone out for the Gala tonight- adorning a a black tuxedo, his hair slicked in a way that you were sure was his Aunt’s doing.

“Since when do you have a tux lying around?” You asked, tugging on the labels of his jacket.

“I rented it a few hours ago. May picked it out.” He told you, resting his hands on your waist. “D-does it look okay? I thought it might look better than the old suit at-”

Pulling on the lapels once more to bring his lips to yours, you kissed him, quickly shutting him up as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Smiling and pulling away you straightened out his jacket.

“You look amazing, baby.” You whispered. “Now let’s get going shall we, Mr. Parker?”

“We shall.”

Stepping out of the cab and onto the sidewalk outside of the museum where the Gala was being held, the thoughts that you had been pushing aside for the last nine hours suddenly came to the surface as your heart began to race in your chest.

How were you going to keep everything a secret? You hadn’t even told the other members of your group that you would be attending with your boyfriend... your boyfriend who didn’t know that you had super-human abilities or that you were one of them.

As Peter laced his fingers with yours, squeezing tightly before guiding you towards the building, you gave him a soft smile while all you could do in your head was attempt to haphazardly form a plan.

Stepping inside the foyer of the museum, it was clear that no expense was spared for the night. The room was filled with people you didn’t recognize, waiters with flutes on trays weaving through the crowd. The sound of the orchestra playing mixed with the sounds of the hundreds of conversations around you.

It was times like these that you weren’t so glad to have your abilities, the light of the chandelier glowing brighter in your eyes as your enhanced hearing tuned in on ten conversations around you.

Unlacing your fingers from your boyfriend’s, you pulled him closer.

“I’m going to go find the bathroom, okay?” You told him. “I’ll be back.”

“Already?” He asked. “Do you want me to wait outside or-”

“No!” You exclaimed a bit too excitedly before lowering your voice. “I’ll find you.”

Before he could say anything else, you pushed through the crowd of people, leaving the foyer of the museum to find an empty hallway. When you finally pushed through your last person, reaching an empty exhibit within the museum, you slumped against the all.

Why did you think this was a good idea? Although Peter would have initially been upset with you declining his invitation and Tony Stark would no doubt find it suspicious that you cancelled so last minute on his end, at least you would be spared from the nervousness you were feeling now as your hands became clammy and the air felt as though it grew thicker by the second.

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask.

Pulling yourself away from the wall and glancing over your shoulder, you looked up to see Natasha Romanoff standing in the doorway of the exhibit.

“Sorry,” You said, playing with one of the bracelets adorning your wrist. “I can leave if I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay, kid.” She said, smiling. “I didn’t see you come in.”

“Yeah,” You said, chuckling. “That’s because I came with my boyfriend.”

Tilting her head, she smiled.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. So your boyfriend came with you?”

Although you knew what she meant, you shook her head.

“Nope,” You told her, popping the p. “I came with my boyfriend. He... he’s an intern for Stark. He thinks I’m here as his plus one.”

“... But you’re an Avenger?” She said.

“He uh.. he doesn’t know that.”

You felt guilty finally saying it out loud, confessing to your mentor that you had been lying to your boyfriend about not only having super-human abilities, but about being a part of the Avengers, risking your life to save others almost weekly.

Rather than lecturing you, she made her way over to you, leaning against the wall beside you.

“I can understand that.” Natasha said before sighing. “But... I also understand what it’s like to live a double life, Y/n. You can’t keep living like this. It’ll make you sick and at some point you’ll lose yourself in the two.”

“But how can I tell him?” You asked, turning to face her. “I’ve been lying to him for so long and he’s just so sweet, Nat. He’d be so worried about me if he knew.”

“You said he’s nice, right?” She asked, smiling as you nodded. “Then tell him. He’ll understand and if he doesn’t... at least you’ll feel better because right now you look like shit.”

Scoffing at her insult you elbowed her. “Thanks, Nat.”

Patting your back and shoving herself off of the wall, she laughed. “What am I if not honest?”

Before you could throw her another snarky comment, however, you watched as she strolled out of the exhibit, heading back into the Gala.

Letting her advice sit with you, you knew that she was right. You had never been as stressed as you were hiding your identity from your boyfriend. You were actually less anxious fighting bad guys than when he would go to grab a pencil from your drawer where you kept your web shooters when the two of you were studying.

You had to tell him- if not for your sake at least his own.

You were afraid to tell him, but Nat was right.

He deserved to know. He was your boyfriend and one of the most kind, honest and understanding men you had ever met- he deserved to know what his girlfriend was up to every night and even the danger he was putting himself in by choosing to be yours.

You decided then that you were going to tell him... except not tonight. Tonight was his night- the night where he finally felt like an appreciated member of Tony Stark’s staff- and he didn’t deserve your limelight ruining it.

Straightening the dress you were wearing, you made your way out of the exhibit and back into the expansive foyer of the museum. Tuning in your hearing, you looked for your boyfriend, but when you heard his voice muffled with Tony Stark’s... it was too late to turn around.

“Y/n!” You heard Peter call. “I’m over here!”

Taking a deep breath, you waved back to your boyfriend, forcing a wide smile onto your face. Striding over to Peter, your eyes met Tony’s whose quickly went wide as he pieced together the situation in front of him.

Before he could open his mouth, however, you extended your hand to him.

“Mr. Stark!” You exclaimed. “It’s so nice to meet you. Peter’s told me so much about you- I’m a huge fan- really.”

Slowly taking your hand and shaking it tightly, he quirked his eyebrows, staring at you for a moment before turning back to Peter.

“Parker,” Tony said, pulling his hand away. “if I knew you had a girlfriend like her, I would have promoted you sooner.”

You felt Peter’s hand wrap around your back to rest on your waist as he smiled brightly.

“W-well thank you, Mr-”

“You know,” Tony said, cutting him off. “I just can’t get over it. She looks exactly like this girl I know. What did you say your name was again?”

You should have figured that Tony was going to give you a hard time.

“Y/n.” You told him, through gritted teeth.

“Y/n...” He said your name again, before chuckling. “God I almost feel like I’m talking to her-”

Before he even had the chance to finish his sentence, however, you heard the overwhelming sound of the glass window that spanned the length of the room shattering behind Tony. Turning your attention to the area, you watched as a large robot-like creature climbed its way into the foyer, kicking it’s legs through the remaining wall. Behind you the crowd of people began to erupt into screams as they rushed out of the doors of the museum.

“Holy shit!” You shouted, stunned by the android.

At your side you felt Peter’s hand grip yours and when you turned around to face him, you watched as he attempted to pull you in the other direction towards the door, tugging on your hand.

“Y/n, we have to get out of here!” He exclaimed.

You had hoped you had more time.

You had hoped you would be able to break it to him nicely.

But as you turned back around to see Tony Stark’s Iron Man suit forming around him and the robot stepping inside the building, you knew you were out of time.

Pulling your hand out of Peter’s, you watched as a look of betrayal washed over his face.

“I can’t Peter!” You shouted, reaching your hands behind your dress.

“What? What do you mean you can-”

“Are you in or are you out, Y/n?” You heard Tony ask.

Glancing between him and your boyfriend, the sound of the robot destroying tables echoing throughout the room, you nodded at Tony.

“I’m in.”

“What do you mean you’re in-”

Ignoring Peter, you undid the laces on the back of your dress, the fabric falling to your feet.

You were thanking yourself for choosing to wear your shorts underneath your dress right about now.

“Good.” Tony said. “Your suit’s coming in three.., two...”

Stretching your arms out, you felt as the high tech machinery of Tony Stark’s “spidey suit” for you met your skin. The material stretched across your body, covering your skin until it finally reached around your face, forming your mask.

Turning to look at your boyfriend, you saw his eyes go wide, his mouth practically dropping to the floor.

“What... Y/n-” He stumbled over his words.

Picking your dress up off the floor, you shoved it into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Peter, you need to get out of here!” You shouted over the sound of destruction in the background.

“I- I-” He continued, still glued to his spot. “You’re Spider-Woman?”

“Hey!” You heard Tony shout. “Save the Soap Opera for after we stop this thing!”

Glancing back at Tony and then to Peter, you gently shoved Peter in the direction towards the door.

“We’ll talk about this later!” You shouted, jogging backwards. “Just get out of here!”

Without turning around again to look at Peter’s face, you shot a web towards the android, flinging yourself towards it. When your web met the android’s chest you landed a swift kick to its head before shooting another web, spinning yourself around the android’s body.

“Shit!” You shouted. “This thing’s strong! Can someone help me out?”

As soon as you asked, you watched as a familiar shield came straight for the android’s head, dodging out of the way at the last second, it collided with its face, stopping the animatronic from moving its arms long enough for you to swing yourself around them, webbing them down at its sides.

“Thank you!”

As Tony continued to blast at its face, trying to get a reading on what this creature was, you shot a web towards its waist, swinging yourself around its body once again.

“Taking out the legs, Y/n?” You heard Cap’s voice ask through the earpiece of your suit.

Huffing and Puffing, you replied. “That’s the plan!”

Pulling the webs that you had spun around the android’s knees tighter, you groaned, feeling the strain on your muscles. Just as you were about to lose your grip, the webs slipping from your fingers, both Steve’s shield and the rays from Tony’s palms hit the back of the android’s knees, knocking it onto the floor. Jumping off of the being at the last second, you landed on your knees.

Pushing yourself onto your feet, you heard the clicking sound of a door within the android’s torso opening. When you looked up, your eyes were met with a man who had a gun raised in his hand... pointed at you.

“Hey!” You called shakily, raising your hands. “We can talk this out.”

“Talk this out?” The man said. “I spent two years working on this-”

Before he could say another word, however, the loud clang of a platter meeting the back of the man's head rang throughout the room. When he fell to the ground, your eye’s met Peter’s who stood behind him, the silver tray in his hand.

“Peter?” You asked, tapping the side of your neck so your mask would retract from your face.

Dropping the tray to the floor, he doubled over, hands on his knees.

“That was...” He said huffing. “... so... cool!”

Rushing over to Peter’s side, stepping over the unconscious man’s body, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s back, listening as he wheezed. Knowing his aunt well enough to know that she wouldn’t let Peter leave the house without his inhaler, you slipped your hands into his pant pocket, pulling out the device and placing it in his hands.

As he inhaled a quick two puffs, his breathing slowly evening out as his airways opened up, you and him looked up to find the attention of the rest of the team on the both of you.

“Well,” Nat said breaking the silence, staring at the unconscious man on the floor in front of you. “I guess love really does conquer all.”

Hearing a chuckle settle over the group surrounding you, the next person to speak was Steve, stepping in front of Peter and reaching his hand out for him to shake.

Glancing between Cap’s hand and face, Peter straightened up, clearing his throat.

“Oh, wow.” Peter said in awe, shaking his hand dramatically. “M- Mr. Captain America, sir, I’m a huge fan.”

Smiling, Steve laid his hand on his shoulder.

“I can say the same about you, kid.” He said. “You gotta stand up for your girl- no matter how strong and capable she may be... I would know.”

Without saying another word, leaving Peter starstruck in his spot beside you, Steve walked away towards Natasha. Tony was the last to come up to the two of you.

“Well, Parker,” He said, tapping his wrist so that his suit retracted from around his body. “I gotta say- I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“T- thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter said nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I guess we can consider making you a paid intern now.” Tony said. “You saved an Avenger and now you get paid minimum wage- sound fair?”

Nodding his head smiling, Peter took Tony’s hand in his, shaking it. “Yes! Thank you, sir. You won’t regret it!”

“I know I won’t.” He said, pulling his hand back and stepping away from him. “And Peter?”

“Yes?”

“Be nice to her.” Tony said finally shooting you a wink before heading towards the rest of the group standing over the unconscious man.

Glancing down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers, you looked up at Peter.

“I’m so sorry for not telling you, Pete.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I was just so scared. At first I didn’t even know what was going on with me and then the Avengers found me and my life just got so crazy, but you always treated me like I was just me... I didn’t want that to change and I.... I didn’t want you to leave me once you found out.”

Taking your fidgeting hands in his, he squeezed tightly.

“You thought I would leave you?” Peter asked.

You nodded.

“Y/n, I- I would never leave you.” Peter said seriously. “Yeah, it’s super cool that my girlfriend’s Sider-Woman and you look... like... really hot... in that suit-”

“Peter.”

“But I love you.” He told you finally. “Not Spider-Woman- you.”

You weren’t able to help the smile that reached across your face as you listened to your boyfriend. You should have known that Peter would never hate you- especially not for something as cool as having super human abilities- and you almost wanted to laugh at yourself for worrying so much over it. In the end all that mattered was that Peter now knew and he chose to be with you anyway.

Taking your hands out of his, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a light kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“Thanks for being my hero tonight, Peter.” You whispered.

Smiling, gazing at his face you couldn’t help but notice the blush that began to rise to his cheeks as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh that? That was nothing.” He chuckled.

“Hey! Love birds!” Tony shouted from across the room. “The press has gotta be here any minute- better head out unless you want your face on the front page.”

“You’ve got it, Mr. Stark!” Peter called back, waving his hand.

Waving goodbye to the members of your group one last time, you laced your fingers with Peter’s guiding him towards the door.

“Got my dress?” You asked.

Pulling your dress out from behind a nearby vase, he continued his pace handing you the bundled up gown.

“Couldn’t forget that!”

Smiling you slipped behind a wall near the entrance, pulling your gown on. Without asking you felt Peter come up behind you, lacing up the back of your dress as you tapped your wrist, your suit retracting with your touch beneath the dress.

“I don’t know about you,” Peter said, tying the laces. “But I’m-”

“Starving?” You asked, laughing.

Stepping back from tying up your gown, he laughed. “Yeah, want to go grab some post battle dinner?”

Taking his hand in yours, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “How can I say no to that?”

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