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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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Don't Chicken Out

Pairing: Kate Bishop X Fem! Reader.

Summary: Kate gets upset thinking you’ve started dating somebody.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: mentions of alcohol,

Type: Fluff & Angst

AC: This is a request from my old

“Pizza is here!” Kate excitingly jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door, “I’ll get the beer!” I said as I walked to the fridge. I grabbed two bottles and opened them, “What are we watching tonight?” I asked Kate as I made my way back to the living room. Kate and I have been friends since she joined the Avengers and I loved having another person to hang out with who was close in age. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with the others but something about Kate makes her my favourite.

“Whatever you want?” she replied, placing two slices of pizza on a small place for herself. I handed her a bottle of beer as I sat down next to her. “Uhm…what about Blended?” I suggested. “That one about Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore going to a resort?” she asked. I nodded, “yeah, it’s pretty funny!” I added. “Let’s do it!” she smiled.

It was normal for Kate to cuddle up against me while we watched movies, it was in her personality. She was bubbly and sometimes annoying but in a good way, you feel?

“These love movies are so corny, but I love them” Kate spoke as I gently played with her hair. “Look how sweet he looks at her” she added. “I guess so” I replied. I wasn’t too big on the romance side of the movie; I just enjoyed the comedy of it.

“I guess so? You don’t want somebody to look at you like that?” she sat up. I looked at her, confused, “I mean, sure?” I shrugged as she raised an eyebrow, “What? I like comedy, I don’t really look at the romance” I added. “Have you ever seen titanic?!” she asked.

“No no no!! You have a mission we have to train for tomorrow, we are not watching a 3 hour movie tonight” I shook my head. “Fine… party pooper!!” she groaned as she returned to her original position. “How long will you be gone for this time?” I asked, returning to play with her hair. “However long Clint needs me for I’d say” she replied.

After the movie, we cleaned up the living room before Kate walked me to my room. “6am tomorrow morning Kate, be ready!” you said to her as she walked down the hall to her room. “7!” she called back, “6!!” I shook my head to myself before closing my bedroom door.

The next morning I help Kate train before she left with Clint for her mission. “So clint, how long you taking my best friend for this time” I joked. “Looking like a 2-3 month job kid. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” he replied. “Oh, it’s not her I’m worried about old man” I joked as he rolled his eyes.

“We’re watching Titanic when I’m back, you know that right” Kate spoke to me as she entered the conference room. “Really? Do I have too?” I groaned. “Yes!” she smiled. I rolled my eyes playfully at her and then hugged her tightly, “be safe okay” I said softly to her. “Always” she replied, hugging me a little tighter this time. I watched as her and Clint walked out the room.

Kates POV:

“Let’s go home kid!” Clint spoke as we entered the jet. Finally, the mission is over, I’m tired and score from combat but so ready to make Y/n watch movies with me again and relax. “How’s those feelings for Y/n going?” Clint asked, catching me off guard. “Sorry..what? I don’t.. no…she’s my best friend” I stuttered. Clint chuckled to himself.

“What?? I don’t. We are just good friends, plus I don’t even think she likes me if I did..like her… and im not saying I do because I don’t.. I mean I do but not like that”

“Oh boy, you’ve got it bad kid!” Clint looked at me. “Shut up!” I spoke at my defeat.

“Why don’t you just tell her? Save her from watching Titanic” he laughed.

“I think she’s seeing somebody else…”

“What makes you say that?”

“Her Instagram account…”

“Oh god, Social media is going to fry your brain kid. If she is seeing somebody, she’ll tell you but don’t just assume”

“I’m not assuming but she did comment the word babe on this woman’s photo”

Clint rolled his eyes and didn’t reply.

Once we got back to the compound I went to my room and had a shower before I walked to the living room where I saw Y/n sitting on the sofa, texting. “Hey” I smiled, she looked up from her phone for not even a second, “hey you’re back!” she said, still typing.

“Yeah…” I sighed. Her attention still glued to the phone in front of her. “So… uhm, do you wanna watch a movie or play a card game or something?” I asked.

“Yeah sure, whatever you want” she spoke, still glued to her phone. I rolled my eyes in frustration, “actually, I’m kinda tired so I might just go lay down” I explained. “Okay, we’ll do a movie later then” she spoke without looking at me.

I turned and walked to my room, pashing clint on my way. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked, stopping me in my tracks. “Told you she was seeing somebody” I sighed and continued to my bedroom.

*2 week time jump*

Y/n’s POV:

“Clint, what happened on your mission a few weeks back with Kate?” I asked him as he sat reading the newspaper. “What do you mean? It went well” he looked up at me. “Well… Kate, she hasn’t been the same since she came back. She’s basically been ignoring me for like 2 weeks. All I get from her is grunts and mumbles” I explained, taking the seat across from him in the kitchen.

“Ahh, right. Maybe you should talk to her about this” he spoke.

“Did you not just hear me? She won’t talk to me”

“You’re a smart kid, you’ll get through to her. Go talk to her, listen to her mumbles, maybe that’ll tell you something” he explained. With a sigh, I got up from the table and made my way to Kate’s room.

I knocked gently and waited for her to open the door.

“Go away, I have a headache” her voice travelled from the inside.

“Kate…it’s me, please open the door” I spoke. I heard her grunt before the door opened. “What do you want?” she asked.

“To talk…are you okay?”

“I’m fine”

“Kate, you’ve been ignoring me for like 2 weeks, you don’t seem fine”

“I’m not ignoring you, I just want some space”

“Kate. I know something’s wrong… please talk to me, I’m here for you”

“Fine… come in” she sighed as she opened the door for me. I walked in as she closed the door behind me and flopped herself back on her bed. “Did I do something to upset you?” I asked.

“No.. I mean…not really”

“Not really?”

Kate sat up and looked at me. “When I came back you basically ignored me, you were too busy texting your new girlfriend and couldn’t even look at me and it just bothered me because…bec- it just bothered me.” She explained.

“Because why?” I slowly sat down next to her and took her hands into mine, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles gently. “Because I like you…I really like you. I like you the same way I like when you play with my hair and I like you the same way I like pizza on a Friday night and I know you’re seeing somebody so I’m sorry for dumping this on you but-“

“Kate… I’m not seeing anybody” you cut her off.

“You’re not?” she looked up at me with a soft smile, I shook my head softly, “I already like somebody else” you told her. Her smile dropped, “oh” slipped form her lips. “You” I said softly. She looked back at me with her big brown eyes. “You don’t think I notice how you look at me?” I added causing her to smile. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting….I wasn’t sure how to tell you and whenever I tried I just got overwhelmed and chickened” she chattered.

“You fight all these bad dudes and stuff but you couldn’t tell me you liked me? That’s cute” I smiled at her. “When you put it like that…I sound weak almost” she chuckled. “Are you going to chicken out or kiss me already?” I asked. Kate looked at me for a moment then to my lips, slowly she leant in closer. “Nope, I’m going to chicken out” she laughed. “Oh, come here” I cupped her face and kissed her tenderly.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #fanfiction #marvel #hawkeye

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felswritingfire · 2 years

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you've done freddy and sander can you do drew x m!reader to complete gay furry trio

TW: None

Slowly (slowly) chipping away at these! Sorry about the wait for them, omg, I've been BUSY lmao. Anyway, more Dislyte on the way and then hopefully I'll be able to tackle some Baki the Grappler!

🐾 It takes a while for Drew to begin to pursue you. What with his more shy demeanor when it comes to the more romantic arts and his unyielding sense of duty to the House of Ramses (not to mention the Union)- he’s hesitant to pursue you despite how deep his attraction runs.

🐾 It takes Brynn and Q to push him to even try and attempt to ask you out. It was actually Q who pointed it out (of course he would, he has the power of Eros on his side despite his resentment of it, sometimes it comes in handy, like now-) having noticed all of the signs:

“You have a thing for (Y/N), don’t you?” He accused, pointing at the butler.

Brynn raised her brows at the way Drew continued to add creamer to the iced coffee she had asked for. “Uh, that’s enough, Drew-”

His shoulders jerked back and he scrambled to regain his normal posture. “I apologize, Ms. Brynn-” his voice shaky before he cleared his throat to continue- “if you wish for me to make you another one more to your taste, feel free to ask-”

“Naw, it’s all good!” She jumped up from the coach to go and grab the cup. She settled back into her seat, grinning over the rim of the cup as she took a sip. “Sometimes I need a little bit more pep in my step, thanks, Drew.”

“Ah, well,” he fixed his cuff, the butterfly that enjoyed staying with him fluttering about him. “As long as you are enjoying yourself, I suppose it’s fine.”

“Soooo,” Q drawled, drawing the attention back to himself. “You do like (Y/N), don’t ya, old man?”

“I don’t see what sort of relevance this has with anything.”

“Oh, it has every sort of relevance, Old Man.” Q’s wings gave two firm flaps to lift him from the couch, soon fluttering to keep him afloat as he leaned back, pointing two fingers at him. “Because our very own Old Man of the Esper Union has a big fat C-R-U-S-H on the pretty errand boy-”

Drew’s hand suddenly slapped over Q’s mouth, the wisps of his cloak seemingly flaring more than usually. “I would prefer if you would lower your voice, Mr. Q.” He said, his voice low and ringing with a growl. The tiny Esper’s eyes were the size of saucers, his wings stuttering mid flap.

“Woah! No freakin’ way! You have a thing for (Y/N), Drew? He is the sweetest thing, man!” Brynn said, scooting further off the seat to set her cup down on the coffee table and turning her focus to the butler. “When’re you gonna ask him out?”

“Ah, well, I…” Drew had let go of Q, his ears flicking back.

Q gasped for air, voice considerably lower. “You are planning on asking them out, right, Old Man?”

Drew stiffened, ears pressing flat against his head. “Oh my gods, you can’t not ask him out, Drew!”

“Yeah, Old Man, you gotta! Hold on, me and Brynn’ll come up with something.”

“No, that is very considerate but you do not have to-”

But it was too late, neither of them were listening to him, too caught up in brainstorming ingenious ways to get the two of you together.

🐾 Spoiler alert, none of these were ingenious ways and each time they pitched an idea to him it was shot down with a furious head shake (much akin to a wet dog as Q loved to point out. Brynn always smacked him over the head) and veheminate and polite denial.

“What do you mean?” Q cried. “Covering yourself in chocolate and being all seductive on his bed is the perfect way to his heart!”

“No!” Drew cleared his voice, struggling to keep his voice even. “No, it is not. Imagine the mess and the shock he’d suffer. A hard no, Mr. Q.”

“Party pooper.”

🐾 It’s up to Drew to confess to you before those two do it for him in the most embarrassing and concerning way they can possibly come up with (completely unintentional, but Drew caught sight of them making giant posters of his head and putting them on sticks- he’s pretty sure he saw crude hearts drawn in his pupils (well, eyes, considering the lack of said pupils)- he has no idea what they’re for and shutters to think of the purpose).

🐾 He takes you to a quiet garden, somewhere safe and peaceful, bringing a picnic he made for lunch. In the quiet after-lunch lull is when he confesses to you.

“I apologize if this is too sudden,” He begins, voice gentle and almost timid, your focus coming to him. “But I wanted to… inform you of my… my feelings for you before you heard from another.” His gaze moves from the plates he’s gently putting away to your wide eyes, a gentle smile on his muzzle. “But I am irrevocably and utterly attracted to you and, if you would entertain a simple butler such as myself, I would love it.”

🐾 If you don’t reciprocate his feelings (Note from Fel: awful, stinky, I will beat your ass if you break this poor baby's heART, DO YOU HEAR ME?) he will simply nod and accept your answer. He won’t treat you any differently, but there is a notable amount of longing sighs to be heard when he’s in the room.

🐾 If you accept his confession (Note from Fel: the only viable option tbh), he will be over the moon and softly ask if he can embrace you.

🐾 Honestly a large chunk of your relationship consists of him asking if it’s ok if he does something for you- consent is very important to him.

🐾 You are so damn spoiled by this man. He is a top tier butler, you are being treated like royalty, though you might have to remind him to calm down because, sometimes, he falls back into the role a little too easily again.

🐾 He gets embarrassed about it, but if you’re gentle about it and remind him that it just shows how much he loves you, he will cover his face with his hands and his ears will wiggle, a high pitched whine will leave him- but he’ll be over the moon.

🐾 He most likely doesn’t weigh that much, so if you are so inclined: carry him. Lift him into your arms and press a kiss to the side of his head. He’ll be a puddle in your arms.

🐾 But be careful because he’s kind of long (he’s 5’10” which isn’t crazy, but it’s still tall (at least to me *stares off in short*).

🐾 The two of you become the Union’s dads- no and’s, if’s, or but’s- you are now team dad. The younger Espers already held an admiration for Drew, it just rolled over to you now that the two of you are together- though, in that same vein: some of the recruits are gonna be very… judgmental about you. Well, judgmental in the sense that they don’t want Drew hurt. He’s very much appreciated at the Union and it’d break their hearts to see him broken-hearted- and if you’re the cause of it? Hoo-boy, you have a whole storm coming.

🐾 If they get a little too aggressive in their approach with you then Drew will step in- he will not sit idly by and watch his boyfriend be put down. He’d literally rather eat glass.

🐾 I’m so sorry to say, you’ll have to make an honest effort to get along with Ollie if you don’t already because he loves that boy so much, he practically raised him- and he’s one of the only things left from his former home? Yeah, it’s a bit of a deal breaker if you don’t get along with the dude, unfortunately. And Ollie, when he first meets you- even if he’s still mad at Drew and going on the blame train with him about what happened (which like, look, I love Ollie but I was gonna beat the FUCK out of him when that part popped up in the story, ok?)- he’s still going to be the most difficult and judgy bitch imaginable. He’s very much the type to sabotage your relationship with Drew if he really doesn’t like you and thinks you’re a horrible fit for Drew. He won’t outright dictate Drew to break up with you, but he’ll definitely bring up some subtle points about you that get Drew thinking.

🐾 Mind you, that doesn’t really mean much because if it ends up bothering him that much, he’ll simply sit down with you and ask to talk about it. But if it’s something that you can’t talk about with a level head, it might put a strain on the relationship, because Drew seems like the type to not be able to handle tension with loved ones very well (he has abandonment issues, what do you expect?), he’ll probably shut down and be very… quiet for a couple of days. Which will just piss Ollie off tbh. And if it continues then Brynn and Q will get involved. Man has a whole protection squad, they won’t forgive you if you do anything to hurt Drew, man. Also, Ollie is actually a very good judge of character so he most likely won’t do anything unless you give him bad vibes.

🐾 There’ll be little to no arguments in your guys’ relationship because Drew is an extremely mature person- also he hates arguing in general and, as mentioned before, if you two do slip into an argument for whatever reason- he’ll literally stonewall you. He’ll stop communicating if it goes on too long, dissociating from the situation, not responding to you- he just shuts down. It’s very jarring to see actually because it’s so unlike him, but you can tell he’s hurt by the way his ears are pinned back and he just stares down at his hands. At this point, you just have to give him space to calm down- honestly, the man is on the cusp of a panic attack and the only reason he shut down is because he doesn’t want to make you anymore upset than you already are- which, depending how well you respond to that, just makes you more angry/hurt- even if the situation wasn’t something of his doing. He’s got a lot of baggage bottled up inside of him and you have to be understanding and patient with him.

🐾 If the arguments become a recurring thing, he’ll most likely break up with you despite how much it’ll hurt him (AND OLLIE WILL BE THERE STANDING ALL FUCKING FORBOADING AND SHIT LIKE A DAD ABOUT TO SHOOT HIS DAUGHTERS BOYFRIEND FOR MAKING HER CRY- IT’S ACTUALLY SO SCARY, DUDE-)

🐾 Long story short: he’s such a soft lover; all he wants is to hold your hand and spoil you, pls take good care of him. 50000/10, best thing since sliced bread, bro.

#not a reblog.#answered!#dislyte #dislyte x reader #dislyte drew #drew x reader #x reader #x male reader #male reader #sfw

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 1 year

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Gosh, now you got me wondering--what was Tugger's relationship with Gus like, do you think?

Munkustrap was drawn to Gus because he offered an alternative outlet to the more rigid and quiet disposition he was used to - a more creative one, and one that gave him the ability to be someone else for a while, should he so choose. His relationship with Gus is based partially off of his ability to provide him with the escapism he craved, and partially his wanting to do what he did in return (also Munk just likes old people, listening to their wisdom and absorbing their teachings and being a helper; that's the way he is).

I feel like Tugger's relationship with Gus was based less so on "this is who I want to be and preserve" and more on "this is partially who I *am* already, and wow it's validating that there are other cats like me" - cats who, while serious and scolding and party poopers to their own extent (Gus has chewed him out a multitude of times), also just...prance around in the spotlight and crave attention and like showing off and can create these realities for people that makes them forget about things for a while and they do that for a *living*, isn’t that something? Tugger is a performer and a bit of a ham - of course he was drawn to the theatricality of the entirety of Gus' career, and fascinated that he got to *keep that up* instead of give it up (because I feel like...Deuteronomy may have been more like that once, or wanted to be more like that once, but eventually he had to step up....just like someone else. Gus never really stopped that.). He's also opinionated and stubborn and struggles with getting older and shirking from his responsibilities - just like Gus was and continues to be. It’s that kind of relationship between two people who are very similar and bond over that, but also there are points where that reflection is just a *touch* too strong and maybe that can cause friction from time to time. Not necessarily a relationship based on unfaltering respect and admiration, but one based in familial familiarity. This cat has been in my life for as long as I remember and this cat is very *very* similar to me.

I feel like while Munk was up front being the one listening wide eyed and hanging off every word Gus would say and copying what he would do and be eager for his attention and approval, Tugger was also doing the exact same thing, but acting like he wasn't. As a kitten, he'd be whining how he didn't *want* to sit still and listen to another story, and wander off or muck around while the others were listening, but he also had very curated opinions about which ones of Gus' characters and plays were the best ones, and which ones weren't (which heavily contested with Munkustrap's and they would sometimes squabble over that). He would also be caught later in his play with his friends making references to those very tales that he would only know if he paid close attention, wouldn't he?

As an adult, it's the same thing: he pays very *very* close attention to Gus when he chances around, but acts flippant and casual about it, listening intently from the outskirts with his paws hooked in his belt, rolling his eyes, but then mouths the exact dialogue under his breath, and gets swept up, and startles when Gus would spook them all. Tugger would rib on Gus and, when he was still sharper, Gus would rib on him right back. Like with Deuteronomy, Tugger is very gentle with him even when he's goofing around. He's loud and boisterous and mouthy, tossing his head and bounding over, but then will curl down to just beneath Gus' height and mutter hello, ask him how he is, call him an old man(affectionate). A surefire sign that Tugger *does* love him is that he is *quiet* when he is talking, and values his opinion about as much as he’s able to value another’s opinion of himself - if Gus looks him up and down and hmphs and Tugger gets a sense that something’s wrong, he *will* think about it for the rest of the day (except no he totally won’t).

It's also...Tugger sort of understands Gus in a way that some other cats don't, due to that similarity I mentioned earlier. He remembers this larger than life personality that’s just barely a wisp now and he struggles to come to terms with the fact that it’s the same cat. When Gus looks back at their pitying faces and watery smiles, Tugger immediately looks away even though he was also staring sadly after him, allowing him his dignity. Knowing that if he were in his position, he wouldn't want that. That’s sort of his way of telling him that he respects his felinity and independence and thinks of him as an *individual* rather than a problem, and will gladly contribute to the upholding of it - he’d want him to do the same for him (and he *did* from time to time when he was a kitten).

I feel like when the two of them were informed that Gus was in the early stages of heading towards the long nap, Tugger was just as upset as Munk was, he just...hid it better? Because he’s used to coping with his abandonment issues under the surface of flippancy and casualty. He’ll be upset about another cat that was actually a constant in his life leaving him in private. I feel like he was also one of the cats who was very *side eye* at the fact that he got snubbed for the Choice (man would obviously never question his father’s decision in that - though yes maybe he would - but he doesn’t have to be happy about it). He’s still sore about that one to this day.

In conclusion:

#jellicles ask because jellicles dare #The Rum Tum Tugger #Gus the Theatre Cat #my headcanons #theimpossiblescheme #i also feel in my heart that tugger would ask stupid questions and gus would give him stupid answers in return #gus also thought tugger was a trouble maker and a little devil but that does - in fact - remind him of him #gus also - in a weird way - filled a bit of the void both toms had in regards to their mothers #because he had known them and would talk about them and provide them with the answers they were looking for #when perhaps deuteronomy attempted to spare them from it #he wasn't their mother *obviously* but i feel like tugger especially had abandonment issues out the ears #and this was one of the ways he was able to cope with it #because gus never saw a problem with talking about people who weren't there anymore

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starfruit-baby · 2 years

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Detroit Become Human is such a flawed game. I just got done playing it, and in some parts it was downright triggering. But I really like your blog, and a lot of the fandom, that see through the "pacifism is the answer to oppression" bullshit the game tries to shove down our throats, and have good takes in general about the characters and the storyline. Maybe you could offer your two cents? It still makes me wonder if it's right of me to engage in the fandom, even like this. I'm not black, or jewish, which were the two groups most attacked by this game's depiction and appropriation of thsir struggles. I don't feel I have the right to "reclaim" this game (is that the word?), even if I have subversive takes to it.

honestly anon, im very flattered and honored to be asked this, but i have to say i dont have any solid answers much less right answers about this :( i knew DBH has oodles of problems since release, ive been heavily criticising it myself since then, but for some unknown reason ive gotten pretty hyperfixated on it (i only played it because i got it for free, i can at least say id never hand my money over to the original creators), and i can only say my view on this (and most media of this genre), and its that i think it can be a constructive thing to criticise media from whatever background you have (?). i consider myself a huge hater because almost every media i like ill do exactly this, ill enjoy stories and aspects of it but basically go through a looking glass to each "social issue problem" (idk what to call it, sorry) i can spot to keep myself updated i guess? i dont always discuss it to not be the party pooper though

i came to tumblr also because it seems to be the most open to this, talking about the bad not just of the story but the choices made along bringing this game to life. for DBH in particular my thoughts are that there are a lot of good points it either accidentally made or just about missed the opportunity to do in regards of technology with capitalism, humanity's desensitization to abuse towards human-like things, and sometimes i try analysing why the horrible parts even exist or what makes them horrible if that makes sense? for example i may be wrong, but the North x Josh rivalry sort of came off to me as pitting two oppressed groups against each other as almost a test of your own morals, would you as the player rather side with a sexually traumatised 'angry' white woman or a violently abused 'calm' black man? when this is a mechanic that doesnt make sense, with the fucked up mind of the producers behind this, it wouldnt really be a big shock if it was the case. i also think its incredibly ableist in its methods, the old disabled man keeps yearning for his death and musing about humans being far inferior for their "fragile existence", and the game visibly intends for you to believe him "wise" for this, while i think it not only shows their ableist beliefs, it isnt necessarily an unbelievable character? a bitter, once abled bodied healthy and wealthy man suddenly deprived of some of his "liberty" would clearly become nihilistic once hes got just one of his priviledges stripped from him, imo

i also am appreciative of recreational work, if im being frank! derivative works are something i personally really really enjoy, since im pretty bad at inventing things from scratch? and ive seen fix its from people that basically take some of the monstrosities in the game and either recontextualise them or reframe them way better

in conclusion, im too biased to give you a good answer, so my middle of the road answer is always "enjoy things but with a critical mind and avoid giving money as much as possible" :/

#anonymous #dbh #anti detroit become human #i guess?#its negative #by the way thanks for saying i make good points ;; i try my best!!#obviously this is a tough discussion #idk if im a good person to address either since my family technically escaped the holocaust but not as jewish

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Tomorrow ~ Part 1

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: Steve and you have an awkward time, only because you both have feelings for each other. After you two begin the first step to acting on them, chaos breaks loose.

Warnings: slow budding love, awkwardness, kidnapping, canon typical violence

Notes: This is going to have 2 parts. The second part will come out sometime later this week. Please share your thoughts on it with comments, reblogs, and asks! (Likes are fine… but they don’t tell me enough or each my fix out there for people to read…)

“Capsicle can’t stop staring at you,” Tony whispered as he handed you a drink he had gotten for you.

“Yeah?” You questioned, looking around to try and find Steve.

Tony chuckled as he brought his drink up to his lips. “You two are so whipped for each other.”

You playfully smacked Tony’s arm. “You’re so rude.”

“Yet, I’m still your best friend.”

“That could easily change.”

“Sure.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just find the Old Man and lay one on him? We both know that he doesn’t have any moves.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I-I couldn’t do that. No.”

“Come on! Get some liquid courage and just go over there!”

“Tony, it’s been a long few months of missions. I’m just trying to enjoy this party you decided to throw for another hour before I head to bed.”

“Party pooper.”

You turned around and immediately rammed into a large chest. Calloused hands came up to grab your upper arms to keep you steady. You slowly looked at who was holding onto you, meeting Steve Rogers’ caring blue eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, almost nervously.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, getting lost in his eyes.

“Just have sex already,” Tony muttered. He stayed put, watching his two friends as he smirked and took careful sips of his drink.

Steve quickly dropped his hands to his sides and cleared his throat. “Are you—have you been enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, you?” You responded.

“Me too.”

“That’s good,” you nodded. You both stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. “Well, I’m… I’m going to head to bed.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.”

“Good night, Steve. Tony.”

You rushed away to the elevator. You got in it and turned to see that Steve was talking to Tony. You ran a hand down your face as the elevator doors closed, feeling so embarrassed about how awkward you are.

Tony was currently laughing at Steve about how awkward the two of you were. “That was just sad,” Tony laughed.

Steve groaned looking down. “I just don’t know how to act around her. She’s so… she’s gorgeous and brilliant and her fieldwork is incredible. And she could do so much better than me.”

“Honestly, Cap, I will deny ever having said this, but she can’t do any better than you. You just need to man up and ask her out. I promise you that she’ll say yes.”

“I just don’t know what do to or when or—“

“You’re overthinking it. Just ask her out to a drink or lunch in the Tower cafeteria or something.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, “Okay. I think I could handle that.”

~~~

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Steve called out as he jogged to catch up with you.

You slowed your steps as you turned your head towards the man. “Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“I—Well, I was wondering if you’d like to join me after training for lunch.”

You were caught off guard by the question, heart leaping slightly. “Uh, yeah, I would love you—“ Your eyes blew wide, Steve’s matching. “Love to! I would love to! I, uh, I’ll just— just text me the details, I’m running late to use the AI simulation room.”

You spun around and hurried off, leaving a stunned Steve standing in the middle of the hallway. You were mentally cursing yourself as you headed to the simulation room. You grabbed the training weapons and headed into the room grumbling.

“So, so stupid… you’ve definitely screwed it all up now…”

You began taking your frustration and embarrassment out on the AI simulations. By the time the room door opened and Natasha waltzed in, you were breathing heavily and sweating from how hard you’d been pushing yourself.

“Is there a reason why you’ve broken all the simulation’s records in one, one-hour session?” She wondered.

“Just working hard,” you responded, walking over to put your weapons away.

Natasha hummed, unbelieving. “Would this have anything to do with how Steve is acting?”

“How—how is, uh… how is he acting?”

“Like a giddy, little teenager. He’s skipping around the Tower with a large goofy grin on his face. I watched him and Bucky sparring and Bucky almost squared him in the jaw with his metal arm. He’s so dazed.”

“Oh.” You bit down on your lip to suppress the smile that threatened to burst free.

“And clearly,” Natasha stepped forward with an observing smirk, “you’re happy with that.”

“I’m not,” you failed to stop the smile that came with the lie.

“Uh-huh,” the redhead smiled. “What happened?”

“Nothing… yet.” You headed out of the room.

“Don’t think that you’ll be able to keep this from me, Y/N! I’ll find out!”

~~~

You went from the simulation room straight to your room to shower and get ready for lunch. Steve had yet to text you about the details for lunch, but you were okay with that. Steve was a man of his word and you knew that you could count on him to text you. So you focused on making yourself presentable. You were sure you had tried on hundreds of different outfits but you finally felt comfortable with one. You were finishing up your look with your phone finally buzzed.

Steve: I’m thinking that we could go to this small cafe about a block away. Is that okay?

You: That sounds great!

Steve: Meet me at the Tower welcome desk in 10?

You: See you soon.

~~~

Steve was nervously bouncing on the heels of his feet as he waited near the Tower’s welcome desk on the first floor. Every time the elevator doors dinged and opened, his head snapped in its direction. He would hold his breath as he watched who filed out of the elevator and then quickly deflate when it wasn’t you. He was watching another elevator load of people exit when someone lightly tapped his shoulder. Steve spun around to see you standing there, nervously smiling.

“Sorry, there were too many people using the elevator,” you said. “I hopped out on floor 6 and took the stairs the rest of the way.”

“That’s okay,” Steve smiled. “You ready to go?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded.

Steve held out his arm and you gently took it and let him guide you out of the Tower and onto the bustling streets of New York City. The two of you didn’t talk as you headed toward the cafe, and you were both fine with that. The cafe was small, with mostly outdoor seating. Steve had apparently called and reserved a table because the moment the hostess saw the two of you, she smiled, grabbed two menus, and led you to the outside corner table. Steve pulled out your chair and helped push you closer to the table.

“This is such a cute cafe, Steve,” you commented, glancing around.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, sitting himself down. “I come here sometimes when I need to get away from the craziness of the Tower.”

“I didn’t know that you did that.” You were sure that your heart was completely open and being seen through your eyes as you looked at Steve with just loving awe.

“Yeah, it’s not something I normally share.”

“Well thank you for sharing it with me.”

“Of course.”

Steve smiled so kindly at you that you were sure that you would have fallen down if you had been standing. The two of you chit-chatted as you ordered food and then ate it. You stayed sitting at that cafe table well into the afternoon, not knowing any sense of time. It was nice, a refreshing change of pace and scenery from your normal lives. Eventually, your phone buzzed and you glanced down at it.

“Sorry, it’s Tony,” you said apologetically. “Pepper’s out of town and I promised to help him with Stark Industries paperwork and some lab things.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said with a small smile. “I should be heading back as well.”

Steve led you, with you on his arm, back to the Tower. He guided you to your room.

“This was fun,” Steve nervously said as the two of you stood in front of your door. “Thank you for joining me.”

“Thank you for asking me,” you replied. Despite the great few hours, there was still a heavy awkwardness over you two. “I guess I should go get changed and he’d up to the labs. Can’t keep Tony waiting forever.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks again.” You reached out for your doorknob and turned to enter your room.

“Wait!”

Steve quickly grabbed your upper arm and pulled you into his chest. His other hand came up to cup your cheek and before you knew it, Steve was kissing you softly. He pulled away slightly, not letting go of you yet.

“Lunch tomorrow?” He whispered his breath fanning against your lips, sending a chill down your spine.

“Okay,” you breathed out.

He pressed a short kiss to your lips. “Okay,” he smiled, pulling away and letting you go as he walked away, backward. “Tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip. “Tomorrow.”

Steve smiled at you before turning around. You slipped into your room and leaned against the door. You grinned before letting out an excited squeal.

~~~

Unfortunately, tomorrow’s lunch never happened. Early in the morning, the team was called into an emergency meeting.

“Sorry to break up your morning routines,” Steve apologized, standing in front of the large conference room table. His eyes lingered on you a few seconds longer than they probably should have. You shot him a small smile. “We’ve been informed that HYDRA has attacked a small village in Europe. We need to get there as fast as we can and stop any more damage and get the people out of there. We need to be out of here in 10 so grab your gear quickly and meet at the quinjet. Dismissed.”

Everyone stood up and headed to gather their supplies. Steve quickly stopped you from going very far.

“I’m sorry that lunch is canceled,” he said softly.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Things happen.”

“Yeah. I can reschedule?”

“I’d like that.”

“Tomorrow?”

You giggled. “Tomorrow.”

~~~

The scream that tore through the entire battlefield would live in each member of the team’s nightmares for the years to come. The Avengers all paused their fighting to see where the sound was coming from since it was clear to each of them who it was from.

“Anyone have eyes on Y/N?” Steve frantically asked, getting back to fighting off the HYDRA goons.

“She was on the west side last time I flew by,” Sam responded.

“Someone better go check!” Tony ordered. “I would if I wasn’t in the middle of trying to blow up the damn HYDRA building!”

“I’m on it!” Sam confirmed.

“I’m heading that way too!” Bucky shouted.

Sam flew over to where he had last seen you. He sent Red Wing to look around too. Red Wing spotted you first. There was a clear injury to your left arm and your left side, blood running down. You were fighting off multiple HYDRA agents, clearly tired.

“Found her!” Sam announced, changing directions to get to you.

Mere seconds after announcing that, a HYDRA agent came up from behind you and knocked you out. The agent caught you as you fell, hoisting you up into their arms.

“Shit! Barnes, how far out are you from the area?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” Bucky answered as he ran.

“Why Sam?” Steve asked, his heart clenched with worry. “What’s going on?”

“She’s—NO!”

Sam tried to fly faster to get to you but it was too late. The agents disappeared with you underground right before Tony successfully blew up the building that just happened to be above the underground tunnel.

“I’m out of the building and ready to search,” Tony said. “Where do you need me?”

Sam came to a running stop, landing near the burning building. “I need you to come to my location,” Sam said solemnly.

“Sam?” Steve called for his friend. “What’s wrong?”

“They.. they took her and then… then the building blew.”

~~~

The Avengers and the clean-up crew had been at it for hours, cleaning up the explosion, taking care of the villagers, and, most importantly, searching for you. Tony, feeling incredible amounts of guilt, was trying to uncover the tunnel that Sam had seen you disappear into. Steve had been trying to be helpful, the best he could, but Bucky had now benched him as he was being too frantic.

“I need to help Stark,” Steve said, standing up from the quinjet’s bench he was sitting on.

Bucky pushed him back down. “Not until you calm down,” Bucky ordered. “You almost took Clint’s head off out there because he wasn’t helping to your satisfaction. You are staying in here until you get your head on straight.”

“How am I supposed to think straight when Y/N is missing?! She was taken and she could be—she could be… I can’t… she… I…” Steve’s chest clenched as he began to struggle to breathe. “What if…”

“Okay, okay, I need you to take a deep breath with me. In for 5, out for 5. Let’s go. In, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.” Bucky guided as Steve followed directions. “Very good, keep going.” Bucky waited until Steve had completed a few more deep breaths. “Look, pal, I know that you care about her, we all do. But you can’t help her in this condition.”

“I don’t just care about her, Buck. I love her.” Bucky inhaled sharply. “And if I lose her…. I don’t know what I’ll do… we had a date yesterday and another one planned for tomorrow…”

“We’re going to find her, Steve. I promise. Now, stay here while I go get an update on what’s happening.” Steve nodded before Bucky jogged out of the quinjet and towards where Sam was watching Tony work. “How’s it going?”

“He won’t let anyone help him,” Sam stated, keeping his eyes on Iron Man. “He’s tearing himself apart. How’s Steve holding up?”

“The same. we have to find her, Sam. I don’t know what will happen to either of them if we don’t.”

~~~

The musty air was the first thing you remember as you slowly came to. It hit you like a ton of bricks, causing your other senses to wake. Groaning, you blinked your eyes open and slowly sat up, leaning back against the wall. The room was small, damp, and dirty. There was a door a few feet away from you with a small barred window at the top and a small rectangular opening at the bottom.

When you moved again, you noticed the chains on your wrists and ankles. Looking down at yourself, you also noticed that your injuries were awfully taken care of and that you had been changed into a sports bra and shorts.

Hearing the sound of boots outside the room, you sat up and put on a straight face. The hinges creaked loudly as the door slammed open. You had to hold in a gasp at the sight of one of the men entering the room.

“I see you’ve woken up,” Brock Rumlow stated. He was all scared up from the fall of SHIELD. But you could still easily see the evil in his eyes and smirk. “Lucky for you I didn’t have to use my friend here.” He lifted his taser stick. You clenched your jaw, biting back a snide remark. “Another time.” He slipped it into the holder on his belt. “I’ve been waiting a while to find Rogers’ weakness. I thought it was Barnes but then I was shown this.”

Brock took a tablet from one of the men beside him. He turned it to show you and you tried not to be taken back. On the tablet, was a picture of you and Steve at the cafe yesterday.

“The moment I saw this picture, I knew you were Rogers’ true weakness,” Brock continued. “I intend on making him pay for what he did. And I plan on using you to do it.” You glared at him, keeping silent. “Have nothing to say?” You stayed quiet, making Brock chuckle darkly. “That’s okay.” He stepped up and crouched down to be close to you. “You’ll need to safe your voice for the screams anyway.”

Brock laughed as he stood up straight and left with his men. You felt like you could finally breathe once the door was slammed shut. You heaved a few breaths, pressing your back against the wall to try and ground yourself.

“Tomorrow… Tomorrow… Steve will come tomorrow.”

~~~

Unfortunately, tomorrow turned into the next day and the next day, and eventually, two whole weeks had passed. Brock had been easy on you since that first day, simply leaving you alone and pushing rotten food through the slit at the bottom of the door. It was concerning, how easy he was going on you. You were constantly waiting for the shoe to drop.

You were half asleep when Brock came storming into your cell at the two-week mark. You jump slightly as he came in and headed straight for you. His large, rough hand wrapped around your neck and he slammed you against the wall.

“Your Captain isn’t working how I would like,” Brock growled. “So it’s time to start the next phase.” He began squeezing your neck and your shackled hands came up to fight it. Your eyes tried to stay open, black spots intruding your vision. “Shh… just sleep, woman. Things will be different when you wake up.”

Your hands slipped off his hand and fell back to your sides as you fell unconscious.

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Birthday

Pairings: The Avengers x reader

Summary:

It’s your birthday and the team gets creative on how to surprise you, putting their acting skills to the test.

Word count: 2,350

A/n: just a little something because,, well,, it’s my birthday *runs away* also it’s cheesy, hopefully it makes sense lmao

Warnings: uhhh brief mention of explosion? mostly fluff

The Avengers wanted to get creative for your birthday this year. For the few years they've known you they picked up on things about you. One, you paid no mind to your birthday at all and just considered it a normal day like the rest of the 365, Tony took note that you hated parties, at least the really big ones, something that involved only the team would be good.

Okay, you sound like a party pooper, but that isn't the case; it's not a crime to just... not want to have a grand celebration, right? And people singing the 'happy birthday' song to you too while you just sit there in silence. It's awkward, you once told Natasha. It’s also awkward and hard for you to receive presents even though that’s what birthdays are all about, you’re still getting used to it since you knew someone like Tony Stark.

Well, the team think you're an amazing friend and they all treat you like family. They're so glad they met someone like you.

You're immediately called to the conference room on that day. Only to find the team arguing and pointing fingers at one another.

You kinda just slot in, sitting on the chair you usually sit on whenever there's a meeting or mission briefing. Glancing around, you try and find out what they're fighting about.

Security. Suits. Brief mention of Ultron. Rhodey busying himself with phones, probably making a lot of calls. Natasha and Clint talking among themselves, only raising their voice whenever they're included in the conversation which mainly consisted of Tony and Steve arguing.

"Suit up, get the jet ready." Steve dismisses but before he could walk out himself you raise your hand.

"Hey, sorry, I just woke up," you say sheepishly but coolly at the same time. "What happened, is everyone supposed to go? Can I read the file?" Because if this is an Avengers-level threat that required everyone, you'd want to know all about it.

His sharp and expression softens slightly when he looks at you. "No file, I'm afraid. Some of the compound's security protocols have been compromised, someone hacked in." He proceeds to tell you how they particularly had interest in Bruce and Tony's lab so the other rooms were untouched.

Apparently, they took blueprints and materials, maybe a handful of Tony's suits.

But if you think about it, those two carelessly letting the security to their lab loose? Highly unlikely...

You push the thought to the back of your mind and nod when Steve tells you to get ready. Stark tech can be dangerous in the wrong hands, after all. Let alone the Iron Man suits.

Fortunately, those things have trackers. Leaving you to wonder again why those idiots don't even try and take them off so they won't tracked?

Sat on the floor of the jet while everyone was strangely quiet but once again you didn't pay any mind, you sharpen a few of your knives. Natasha sat on a stool near you, idly picking her nails. An hour into the flight you furrow your brows and look around.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yes," Tony states quickly and a matter-of-factly. They all share glances before he continued. "It's the tension. Sorry. My fault."

"It's not your fault, Tony," Bruce starts.

"I'm sorry, to whom were those stolen suits again?" Steve speaks up as well and you could tell it's gonna be a full blown argument again.

"Now hold on just a second-" Tony faces the super soldier to counter.

You merely blink, not expecting a simple question to turn out like this. Clint just glances from the pilot's seat and Natasha almost cracks a smile by the look of your face. If only you knew it was all fake, all planned. But what does she know? You're a spy too, maybe you've figured out what they're up to and decided to play along.

Sad to say you're still oblivious. Maybe the fact that you only slept three hours last night is one case. You wanted nothing more than your bed right now.

Heck, not one of them wished you a happy birthday but you didn't notice at all.

Tuning out their bickering you sit down next to Natasha who's the only one not in the argument.

"I haven't seen Wanda all day," you say and she turns her head to face you. "Or Sam, or Bucky."

"Probably not back from their mission." Natasha answers promptly.

You frown at that. "Steve made this sound like an Avengers-level threat, and it is, shouldn't they be here?"

You don't wait for a response, opening up a globe-shaped hologram that shows where the jet, represented by a blinking dot. Your eyes slightly widen when you see the target location which is one of the places you've been dying to visit your whole life.

Maybe it's just a coincidence. You definitely didn't expect to visit it for the first time on a mission though.

Natasha clears her throat. "Hey, have you read the book I gave you?" She subtly closes the globe up when she catches your attention.

You shake your head bashfully. "You know I'm a slow reader. Give me two months then I'll come back to you." You laugh. Natasha smiles and tells you to take your time. "Have you read the book I gave you?"

"I loved it."

"I knew you would!" You say excitedly and the next few moments you discuss about the specific book. She's just glad you didn't ask any further questions about the location.

All of you split up once you reach the base but Rhodey and Bruce stay in the jet as backup. The place reminded you so much of the old Avengers tower, only with darker themes. You're paired with Clint who you follow to the side of the building, with surprisingly no cautiousness. He just... ran in, entrance deserted of guards.

You all had a digital, tech checklist to see what was stolen including all the suit names. So far you've searched two drawers now and still no sign of any agent or guard. But it's weird since the others are clearly doing their part on their floors. Thuds, footsteps and sometimes banging sounds could be heard all around.

“Finally," you mutter when you hear footsteps behind you, spinning around so suddenly to surprise your enemy and take him down with ease. You raise an eyebrow when they don't put up a fight at all.

Clint was in front of a computer when you peek in to one of the rooms but he waves you off. "I'll meet you on the next floor. This'll take a second."

"One suit on the roof!" you hear Steve grunt through your earpiece.

"Remember to remove the arc reactor, that'll shut them down for sure." Bruce reminds through everyone's comms.

You hear Tony let out a noise. "Might have a problem with that, Banner, they're all reprogrammed."

Expecting the man with seven Ph. D's to worry, it only took him a minute to respond back. "It's your tech. I don't believe they could do that completely especially having them for only twelve hours."

"In that case," Tony sighs. "There should be a kill switch under one of their reactors."

"Which one?" Natasha grunts.

The deafening silence from Tony's line explains it.

You fight your way though the thugs which again, don't put up a fight. Sometimes you throw one punch and they're out cold, leading you to believe the intense training Bucky insisted you do worked. The only tough ones were the Iron Man suits themselves.

Ripping out the arc reactors wasn't easy. You had to use all you force. On the second one you encounter it got the upper hand and blasts you through a wall, the impact sending sharp pain to your head and back.

You hear metal thumping of a suit so you get back up and attempt to get your hands on the Iron Man in front of you.

"Hey, hey. Same team. Look," Tony grips on your wrists and lifts his mask up. "You alright?"

“Yeah," you pant, relaxing a bit. "Yeah. One of them got m-"

"We just discovered a bomb, northwest," Clint says. By ‘we’ he means him and Natasha. The redhead speaks right after. “Two and a half minutes. How many suits left, Friday?”

"Only one more suit is fully functional."

You get out of Tony's hold and sprint up the stairs. "I got it."

He smiles to himself. The plan is all coming to place.

As soon as you enter the room you dodge a blast from the much bulkier Mark XVI. Of course they'd want to make the stealth suit more powerful. You launch yourself towards it, stomping on an arm while trying to dodge blasts from the the other one.

"Y/N! Fifty seconds!" Steve shouts in your earpiece.

You could've just jumped out, leaving the compromised suits here to be blown up but being under pressure made you panic and set your only goal to find the switch.

The suit could still set off a blast from the arc reactor so you couldn't really get your hands on it without losing a freaking arm.

"Get out of there!”

But you didn’t have enough time. So you just curl into a ball against the wall, accepting your fate.

A pop did go off. Loud, but you didn't feel yourself torn into pieces right after. You also heard a bunch of aye’s and oh’s. Redwing whirs by to your head to drop off a birthday hat.

"Happy Birthday!”

Your eyes fly open. Turns out the only thing inside Mark XVI was confetti. Natasha walks over to you to inspect and make sure you're alright.

"What the hell?" Your eyes widen at her, then at everyone. Sam and Bucky were now standing with them, smiling at you amused.

"I think she's in shock.”

“You think?”

Steve glares at Tony with a hint of amusement. "I told you it would be too much."

"Trust me she prefers something like this instead of a big party. Don't you, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" You take off the hat and clutch it between your hands, appreciating Natasha rubbing your back as you try to collect yourself. "How is none of this real?"

"We basically faked a mission for you." Rhodey says.

You look around all the rubble. "This building, the people, suits-"

"Bought the place," Tony states. "Hired stuntmen, did a few tweaks on the suits...”

"God, why would you do that?" You bury your face in your hands, not knowing if you should be laughing or crying. "I punched those guys!"

"They'll be fine, they signed up for it."

You gently get up and brush off some confetti off your knees.

"But back at the compound... you guys were yelling at each other and during the whole thing you all sounded serious," you point out. "Was that all part of the act?"

Especially when that 'bomb' was about to go off. Steve's panicked voice made you scared for your life, only to know that it was all fake.

They all show signs of agreement, laughing.

"We'd make such great actors." Natasha smirks.

"Alright, the cake isn't going to blow itself." Clint walks up to you with said cake and you meet him halfway.

Everyone gathers around and before they could inhale to sing the stupid song, you cut them off. "You all know I hate to be sung at. Can we just get this over with?"

They all burst out laughing, you giggle in the process, blowing out your candle. You all group hug right after. The laughter makes you miss the sound of faint thunder outside.

"Look who's late." Bruce points out.

"Yes, I got here as soon as I can, my apologies." Thor smiles sheepishly.

Your ears perk up at the all too familiar voice of the god of thunder. Moving everyone of the way, you leap to hug him. "Thor!"

"Happy birthday, dearest Y/N." He grins and pats you on the head. "I'm afraid my - I mean - our gift, is with Loki at the moment."

"Enough with the formality, I’m just glad you’re here.”

Peter rings up Tony to tell him everything's set up at the huge building they rented for your low-key party. Just the Avengers. Peter, Vision and Wanda were in charge of setting things up over there, from decorations and food. Sam and Bucky also helped a bit before they arrived at the fake base.

So you all get into the jet again, this time you look at the windows in awe to see what the city's like. You also asked a bunch of questions on how they pulled something stupid but unique fake mission like that.

Once you've reached your destination, the place was simple yet big enough to fit everyone. Tony really took notes for this year. You didn't like anything too fancy or elegant, and you didn't like huge-ass parties with hundreds of people you've never met before.

Here you're with your family eating, drinking booze and playing games, generally having a good time.

You give the other five Avengers big hugs. Vision's never usually a hugger but for you he made an exception just for today. Everyone was surprised when he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

"Hugging has a lot of good benefits," Vision says when he lets you go. "Astounding, I know. It is recommended eight times a day, hopefully you've already gotten that much."

You giggle at his remark and Wanda rolls her eyes playfully. “Thank you, Vision.”

“Splendid, that means I don’t have to give you one.”

You turn around to see the god of mischief himself carefully hand you a wrapped box. Loki chuckles when you smile at him. “Happiest Birthday.”

“Loki.... you know you and Thor didn’t have to-”

“Thor? That one’s from me. I assure you.”

“Y/N!” You hear Tony call from the other side of the room. “It’s time for presents, little miss. Good lord this looks like Christmas morning.”

unfortunatley i am that extra to post a birthday fic woo hoo

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multiplefandomfics · 3 years

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Princess of Asgard

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: dead parents, forced marriage, smut, breeding kink, kinda AU, pregnancy

Words: 3968

“None of you will be able to lift my hammer.” Thor said, smugly.

“Oh, we will see.” Tony challenged him.

One by one the gathered Avengers tried to lift Mjolnir but of course to no avail.

“Come on Y/N. Now you have to try too.” they tried to convince you.

“No, thanks. Why should I be able to if you can’t? I’d rather not get disappointed.” you sipped on your drink.

“Oh, boohoo. What a party pooper.” Nat yelled at you.

“Okay fine.” you got up from your seat on the couch, swaying a little as you went. Taking off your sweater you gripped the handle with both hands and pulled. You didn’t expect it to move but somehow it did.

Astonished, you stood in front of your friends wielding Thor’s hammer. Everyone’s jaws dropped to the ground.

“That is impossible.” Thor mumbled.

Creeped out by all of this and hoping, if you put it down nothing had ever happened, you let the weapon fall back onto the glass table, which made the fragile material burst.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.” you jumped backwards in surprised shock.

And then the questions came rushing out of everyone.

“How is that possible?” “Why you?” “Is it heavy?” “Do you feel different?” yadda yadda yadda.

Completely overwhelmed by all of that you just turned around and ran to your room. Hoping they would leave you alone and drop the topic.

“You fell forward onto your bed and buried your face in the cushions. You needed time to think. The questions the others had asked you were on your mind as well and you tried your best to answer them but that seemed pointless.

Sometime later you heard a knock on your door but you didn’t want to see anyone so you stayed silent, hoping they would go away.

“Y/N. I know you are in there. Please open. I need to have a talk with you.” So it was Thor. You still didn’t wanna see him.

“Friday, please open Y/N door. That would be very kind of you.” you heard your door lock click and rolled your eyes. Well, when he decided to be so rude you decided not to turn around.

You wriggled further into your sheets and didn’t notice your shirt had ridden up on your back. When Thor stepped closer he did notice.

“Y/N, what is this?” he asked but you couldn’t see because he was behind you so you turned to face him. “What is what?” you asked back, confused.

“The birthmark on your back.”

“Oh, that. Well, it’s a birthmark. Nothing more nothing less. Why are you behaving so strangely?” Now he scared you a bit.

“What is it Thor? Tell me.” you demanded.

Instead of talking he started to take off his dress shirt.

“Ehm, Thor what are you doing?” you wanted to know hesitantly.

When it was off you shortly admired his devine physique before he turned his back to you and you gasped. On his back right in the middle over his butt was the same birthmark you had located.

“How is that possible?” you gasped.

“I don’t know but I have a feeling who does. You have to come with me to Asgard. You need to meet my mother.” he stated.

“Ehm, okay. Can I put on some other clothes before though?”

“Of course. I will wait outside.”

You put on some jeans and a sweater because you didn’t know what weather to expect. You laced your shoes and grabbed your purse before heading out onto the hallway.

Waiting there for you were Thor and Loki, to your surprise.

“Eh, hi. Are you coming with us?”

“Of course. I want to know what this is all about.” Loki answered.

You had never used the bifrost before so you were excited and scared at once.

Thor raised Mjolnir and the bifrost opened, swallowing you all, while you clung to the blonde's side.

You arrived by falling out of some kind of portal. Heimdall was already waiting.

“The King and Queen are awaiting your presence in the throne room.” he said monotonously in that booming voice of his.

“Hold on tight.” Thor ordered you and you did just that before he flew you both to the castle. Leaving Loki behind to get there by foot.

“Mother! Father!” Thor greeted his parents when walking into the impressive throne room. You cowered behind him.

“I need you to meet someone and maybe you can shine light on the situation.” he continued.

“Son, it is good to have you back in Asgard. You have spent way too much time on Midgard recently. I missed you dearly. And where is your brother Loki?” Frigga asked.

“I’m here, mother. I cannot fly as you probably remember.” he remarked from the doorway.

“There you are. Very good. So what is this all about?”

“Well, this is Y/N. She is a friend from Midgard.” he explained then he turned to you. “Y/N, would you show our mother your birthmark?”

“Yes, okay.” you turned around and pulled your sweater up. A gasp went through the big hall and then silence followed. It was deafening.

You felt very exposed so you pulled the shirt back down and turned around again to face the King and Queen of Asgard.

No one was speaking. Everyone seemed lost in thought. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, can someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on here?” you screamed, regretting it almost instantly because you remembered who you were standing in front of.

“I’m sorry, just this silence is killing me. Why does Thor have the same mark as me? What does all of this mean?” you apologized.

Frigga got up from her throne and cae down to you. “Oh, my child. I will explain everything to you. Let’s take a walk through the gardens shall we?” how could you have said no to that proposal?

Outside she took your arm and hooked it into hers. You felt instantly comfortable with her.

“So this is a long story but you deserve to hear it.” she began. “Thor is not an only child. You know that Loki was adopted?” you nodded. “Good. Well Thor was actually a twin. And you are his sister.” That was a shock. Like how the hell..? You gawked at her.

“his sister was taken from Asgard when she was only 3 weeks old. We searched for her. Odin set heaven and earth in motion but we couldn't find her.. well you. But we never forgot you.'' She pulled an amulet out of her dress and opened it. Inside was a painting of a little baby. “That’s me?” you asked.

“Yes. I have never taken it off. Not in over 1000 years.” she had tears in her eyes.

“Wait, but how come I have been alive for that long but cannot remember it? I was adopted when I was approximately 6 weeks old and lived with that family until they died in a car crash 6 years ago.” you explained.

“You memories must have been altered by someone very powerful. Unfortunately I have no idea who could have done that and we will probably never know.” for her the situation was finished so you let it rest for now.

“So to sum this up: I am the long lost princess of Asgard? Thor’s twin sister? I have actually lived for over 1000 years? That’s what you want to tell me?”

“That is exactly true. But we will have time to answer all your questions later. Let’s get back inside and plan a feast in your honor.” she suggested, cheerfully.

“A feast? Like a party?” your eyes lit up. “Can I invite my friends from earth? I’m sure they would love to see Asgard.”

“Of course my dear. Anything for you.”

3 days later the festivities were planned, everything was decorated, guests were slowly arriving and the food was smelling delicious.

You were absolutely ready to meet everyone. Clad in finest Asgardian clothes and makeup done to perfection.

“You look marvelous my dear sister.” Thor complimented when you walked down the hallway.

“Thank you, brother. Man, it’s still crazy to say that out loud.” you smiled and took the arm he offered. You two entered the great hall together. All eyes were on you. The long lost princess of Asgard. Everyone wanted to take a look at you.

“They are all staring at me.” you whispered to Thor. “Of course they are. It’s pure admiration. They will love you no matter what.” he whispered back.

You breathed in deeply and smiled in the crowd.

Still nervous as hell you suddenly spotted Steve and Bucky at the bar.

“I’ll be back.” you murmured to Thor over the noise of the music and loosened your arm from his.

“Hey, guys. Thank you for coming. You look very nice.” you smiled at them.

“Thank you for inviting us, doll. It is overwhelming to finally see Asgard first hand. And you look amazing.” Bucky complimented you and kissed you on the cheek.

“I can only agree with Buck. The dress suits you very well. Would you like to dance?” Steve added.

“I would love to dance.” you took the invitation.

He led you to the dance floor, put his left hand on your hip and his right in your left. Your right hand found his shoulder. The music started anew and he began twirling you around. If you admired something, especially in Steve Rogers, was it his talent on the dance floor. You felt like you were floating. He had observed the Asgardians for a while and was now confident enough to follow the steps of their dances.

“You know Bucky likes you? Like really likes you?” he came directly to the point.

“Ehm, I don’t know. Does he? I mean he’s been flirty with me, sure. But other than that.. he never asked me out or anything.” you responded.

“Would you want to go out with him?”

“Yes. Of course. He’s great and I could really imagine something with him. But why are you talking with me about this?”

“Well, I think he is too scared of rejection to ask you out so you might have to ask him,” he clarified.

“Okay. Thanks for telling me, Steve. You’re a really good friend.” you smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. When the song ended you bowed in front of Steve just like you had seen the other women do.

You decided to immediately go through with your plan and strolled over to Bucky.

But before you could reach him Frigga called for you.

“Sweetheart? Could you come over here for a second? I would like to introduce you to someone.” You sighed and walked over to her.

“Ah there you are my dear. Y/N this is my sister.”

“It’s an honor to meet you.” you responded as politely as you could.

“The pleasure is mine.” she bowed “I’m very sure you would like to be somewhere else right now.” she winked at you and you smiled shyly.

“Let the girl mingle Frigga. She is so new to all of this.” She talked to her sister.

“Oh sure. Off you go my dear Y/N. I will see you later.”

“Thank you, mother.” you nodded in thanks and turned back to go to Bucky.

Just when you were about to reach him Odin called everyone's attention.

“Good evening, everyone. We have gathered here tonight to officially welcome my daughter into her rightful home. Y/N come up here.” he demanded and of course you complied.

“She has finally come home so raise your glasses to the rightful princess of Asgard.”

Everyone toasted to you which made you blush profusely. You hated the attention. So many eyes on you. Hoping it would be quickly over you raised a glass which a nearby waiter had handed you.

The crowd seemed to expect a speech from you so you reluctantly opened your mouth to speak.

“Yes. Thank you father and I thank all of you for coming. The last few days have overwhelmed me greatly. A week ago I was an orphan on earth and now I am an Asgardian princess. I am so grateful for everyone who has supported me through every up and down in my life. And now I hope that you all have a wonderful night. Eat, drink and dance. Have fun. Cheers!” you raised your glass again and the people did the same. Then, fortunately for you, the attention shifted back to what they had been doing before.

You left the stage and pushed through the crowd in the direction you had last seen the brunette super soldier.

But he was not where you expected him to be.

“Na, have you seen Bucky?” you asked the redhead.

“I think he went outside for a walk, said it was getting too crowded in here.” she answered and kept dancing with whomever she could find.

The thanks you ushered her went unnoticed and you hushed past her.

The garden behind the palace was huge and like a labyrinth. You hiked up your dress and ran through the flower beets and bushes until you spotted him, sitting on the bench which had also become your favorite.

“There you are hiding.” startled he almost fell off the bench. “Oh my,” he grabbed his heart to mock a heart attack.

“I thought you had super soldier hearing.” you mocked him.

“Well, yes. But not when I am in thought.”

“What were you so lost in that you didn’t hear me from a mile away?”

“Ehm, I was thinking about you, actually.” he blushed. You had never seen Bucky Barnes blush before.

“Really. Only good things I hope.” you winked at him. “Can I sit?”

he motioned for you to take your place next to him.

“Bucky? I have thought a lot about you recently, too. Do you wanna go on a date with me when we are back on earth?” it just bubbled out of you.

“You are coming back to earth? I thought you were gonna stay here? This being your new home and all.” he looked down to his feet.

“Oh hell no. I mean it’s nice here and all and I would love to visit once in a while but earth and New York is my home. I will never feel fully settled here in Asgard. Plus you are in New York and that is all the home I need.” you leaned over and snuggled into his side. He put his left arm around you and you had never felt so safe before.

“Then back to your question: of course I am taking you on a date back on earth or any other planet you wanna go from here. I will follow you to the ends of the universe.” you felt extremely loved in that moment.

So you leaned up and kissed him on his full lips.

6 months later and you had found a rhythm together as the perfect couple. You were still as much in love as you had been the day back on Asgard.

But that was about to change.

“Y/N. Mother wishes to talk to you. Now.” Thor emphasized.

“Now? I am busy. If she wants something from me she can come down here.” you talked back.

“Oh, trust me sister, you don’t want that. You better do as she wants or there will be consequences.” he looked actually scared.

“Fine! Let's go!” you groaned.

“Mother. What is so important that you needed to see me so urgently?” you asked while strolling into the throne room.

“My dear Y/N. Come closer and sit.” she ordered.

You sat on a chair in front of her and she immediately got to the point.

“Your father and I have found a suitable husband for you. This union will bless Asgard with a strong ally.” She looked pleased with herself.

“Excuse me? What? A husband? I am old enough to find one for myself and I am sure I already have.” you retorted.

“There is no discussion princess. This is not a question of whether you want this or not. It is already settled. Your father is in Vanaheim right now securing the deal. Next summer you will marry the eldest prince.”

“UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES AM I MARRYING SOMEONE I DON’T KNOW OR DON’T CARE ABOUT!!!!! FORGET IT!!! BASTA! I’m leaving now before I do something I will regret.” you yelled at her and stormed off. Through the bifrost and back home.

When you stormed through your and Bucky’s shared apartment doors he knew that something was up.

“Y/N, doll, what’s wrong?” he asked and put a hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

“They want to marry me off to some prince!! Like I am some piece of meat!! Who do they think they are??” you were still so angry.

“They what?? They can’t do that. Did you tell him you had a boyfriend on earth?”

“Duh, of course I did. They don’t care! I feel like I am living in the middle ages right now!”

“This is fucked up! And if we get married right now?”

“Was that a proposal, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Ehm, maybe? Depends on your answer.”

“Of course I would marry you right on the spot but I think that an earth marriage doesn’t count in Asgard.” you said disappointed.

After some minutes in silence he broke it by asking “Then I only see one way out of this. What is a thing that a man can rarely accept when marrying a woman?”

“I don’t know. Do enlighten me.”

“Well, when she is pregnant by someone else.”

Your jaw dropped to the ground. But then you thought it over and you had wanted a family with Bucky anyways so why not now?

“That sounds actually reasonable. You wanna start trying right now?” you winked at him seductively and started opening the buttons on his shirt.

“Who am I to say no to that?” he lunged over and kissed you desperately.

It didn’t take long for you to be rolling naked on the bed. Never breaking the kiss he groped for your breasts because he knew how much that got you running. One hand warm, one cold. The contrast was exhilarating when they wandered down your naked body, over your hips and to your pussy. Spreading your lower lips. “Fuck I know how you I get you wet, don’t I?” he asked rhetorically. You just moaned and spread your legs wider for him.

“Good girl. I would love to eat you out until you can’t take it anymore.” you shuddered at his confession because you knew how good he was with his tongue. “But we have a goal here and I want to keep you as full as possible for as long as possible. You want that, baby? Me keeping you full of cum for days?” his dirty talk turned you on to no end.

“Hmm, fuck yes.” he took that as a go and plunged his dick inside your tight channel.

His movements were slow but precise. He knew how to hit your special spots and make you see stars.

Higher and higher you flew, throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning his name. “Fuck Bucky, harder!” you begged him and he complied. His hip bones left marks on yours and the bed creaked dangerously.

A few thrusts later and you were coming hard, spasming around his throbbing length. “Fuck baby squeezing me so tight. Gonna come!” he groaned, pushed really deep and let go. You shuddered when you felt his release coat your walls for the first time. You had only done it with a condom before so this was new but not bad at all.

“Shit. I thought our sex had been good before but now… wow amazing. I won’t let you out of this bed until you are pregnant. That is for sure.” he laughed.

Well 2 months later and you had succeeded. You were pregnant. No one knew yet but you were about to tell Thor so he could tell your parents.

“Thor, wait up. Could you bring Mother and Father a message from me?”

“Why don’t you come with me and tell them yourself?” he asked.

“Because I don’t know what travelling through the bifrost will do to my baby.” you let out.

“Your baby?” his eyes went wide. “You are pregnant?” he smiled. “I’m gonna be an uncle?” he hugged you tightly and then he realized what that meant. “Oh, Mother and Father won’t be pleased to hear that. You won’t be able to marry the prince now.”

“That was the intention behind it.” you smirked.

“Oh, makes sense. I understand. And although I really don’t want to be the one to bring the news I will because I love you, sister. I’ll be on my way then.”

“Thank you Thor. I love you too.” You stepped back and he summoned the bifrost.

For 4 days you didn’t hear anything from them. Nor did you see Thor. You were seriously scared that they had murdered the messenger.

Then something incredible happened. Your Mother suddenly stood in front of you.

“Hello, my dear.” She greeted you.

“Hello, Mother. You have come down to earth.

“Of course. I want to meet that man of yours. If he is important enough for you to neglect your duties as princess of Asgard, he must be otherworldly.”

“Ehm, okay. Sure. He is the love of my life and I wouldn’t exchange him for the world. Follow me. I will try to find him.” you walked into the compound.

“Friday. Where is Bucky right now?” you asked the AI.

“He is in the garden by the trees.” she informed you.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“What was that? Is that magic?” Frigga asked.

You laughed “No, not magic. Just technology.” You walked out into the garden and toward the treeline.

“Bucky? My mother is here to meet you.” you yelled. It sounded like happy information but it was more of a warning. If he wasn’t ready he could vanish or hide.

But he came around a tree. “Hello love. Oh, your majesty. Nice to meet you.” he bowed down.

“Oh no need for that formality. I am just here to see who stole my daughter's heart. And I can already see why you hold hers.``Then she turned to you “He’s a handsome one, isn’t he? I like him. He suits you.”

She addressed both of you again: “I honestly hope you two will be happy together for the rest of your lifes. Your father and I have talked and we give you our blessing. It was rude of us to assume that we were allowed to intervene in the life of a daughter we have not raised in our beliefs and spirit. We love you too much to lose you again so soon after a stupid argument. We will find a way to come to terms with Vanaheim differently.” she opened her arms and you hugged her closely.

“Thank you mother. You don’t know how much that means to me… to us.” you almost cried in relief.

“But we do have one condition.” your stomach dropped in fear.

“When the little prince or princess is born you come and visit us regularly.”

A weight was lifted off your shoulders and you agreed to her terms.

You were so relieved that everything went this way and you didn’t have to force your way out of this. In the end everything went the way you had hoped it would.

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Bet On It

Pairing: Wanda x Reader Genre: Mentions of smut? (It’s literally nothing.) Fluff? Description: The Avengers place bets on when you’re going to make a move on Wanda. Notes: Inspired by an episode of Girl from Nowhere on Netflix, my first Wanda fic, and my first Tumblr post. Feedback appreciated. :)

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“Before I conclude today’s meeting, I would like to formally welcome our newest Avenger, Y/N L/N,” announced Steve, walking you around the room.

As a highly esteemed SHIELD Agent with a track record of being efficient and effective under pressure, it wasn’t long before Fury called you in to work with the Avengers, before promoting you to be on yourself. Of course, you weren’t enhanced, but what you lacked in powers, you made up for with confidence, intelligence, and your ability to make a mean grilled cheese.

“Well of course, you already know most of us, and Thor is off world, but I’ll do the introductions nonetheless. Tony-“

“Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist. Daddy issues. Yeah I know the deal, Captain Rogers.”

Sam snickered loudly. “You hear that Tony?”

“I’m cutting your pay for that L/N,” Tony laughed, feigning annoyance.

“I mean I’m a trained spy. I’d just steal your credit card.”

Clearing his throat, Steve continued. “Sam, Bucky-“

“You show Sam what that arm do yet Bucky?”

“I’ll throw you across the room with that arm,” Bucky threatened, but you could tell there was no bite.

“But then you’d have no one to annoy you all day.”

“I wish,” he sighed.

“Okay moving on, Bruce-“

“Take me out on a date before you lose your shirt like last mission, alright buddy?”

Bruce (and the Hulk inside) chuckled at the joke. “Welcome on board Y/N.”

“Alright here’s Clint-“

“How are the kids?” you asked.

“Good,” he smiled. “Actually, Lila’s taken to archery.”

“And to think you wouldn’t teach me,” you complained.

“Don’t they teach you at SHIELD?”

“How long has it been since you were there?” you retorted. “Oh right, I forgot you’re an old person. Archery is outdated.”

“You take that back,” Clint grinned.

You simply grinned back in response.

“Ahh Nat, my favourite ass-kicker,” you drawled.

“What, no joke for me?” Nat questioned.

“Pretty sure I’d get my assed kicked.”

“Fair enough,” Nat replied, lips curling into a smirk.

“Vision,” you nodded. “Out of curiosity, can you do the robot?”

“Very funny Miss L/N. But seeing as I can access the Internet, I would assume I can do any and all variations of it.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“Agent L/N are you done?” groaned Steve.

“Please, don’t be such a party pooper Captain Rogers,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “And first impressions are everything, right?”

“Thank god we’re almost done,” he mumbled. “Anyway, our newest members, who you wouldn’t have met yet, Wanda and Pietro.”

“The speedster,” you prompted. “You know the SHIELD folks are gossiping about the good looking man with blond hair.”

“Bet I could speed my way into your heart,” he replied with a charming smile.

You laughed lightly at him as the girl next to him nudged him in the ribs.

Taking the ring adorned fingers of brunette, you kissed the back of her hand gently. “And a pleasure to be in your presence, Miss Maximoff.”

Rolling her eyes, she blushed, but allowed you to continue.

Coughing loudly, Steve interrupted. “Wanda, do you want to show Agent L/N to her room?”

With your hands still connected, she gave a brief nod to the super solider before tugging you out of the meeting room.

“Aw, not even a hello?” you laughed at your girlfriend as she pulled you up the stairs.

“Do you have to embarrass me front of them?” Wanda replied with a small smile.

“How else are they gonna know much I love you?”

You smirked as Wanda flushed again. Even 7 months into dating, she still got flustered every time, and it was ridiculously cute. And you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride that it was your words that had this effect on her.

“Anyway, here’s your room darling,” she announced, pushing open the door.

A spacious room with neutral hues greeted you. Sunlight streamed through the window, which housed a view of the city. A bed was pushed up against the corner, and a desk against the opposite wall. A large TV hung above it.

“Stark sure knows how to spend his cash... Anyway, you wanna help me set up?”

“We both know you’ll end up sleeping in my bed dekta. It’s just across the hall anyway.”

“Someone’s being forward today,” you teased. “But you’re probably right.”

“So, blanket fort and movies then?” you turned to Wanda with a cheeky grin.

“In the afternoon?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m a full grown adult, I can do whatever I want,” you declared. “And I want a blanket fort.”

The witch rolled her eyes at you once more. “I’ll go get snacks.” “Yessss!” you cheered. “I’ll raid your room for blankets. Meet you here in 5!”

Meanwhile in the meeting room...

“Did you guys see that?” Tony asked, a cunning glint in his eye.

“I don’t like that look Tony,” Steve warned.

“In the words of Y/N, don’t be such a party popper,” he waved dismissively. “But did you guys all see that? I could’ve cut the sexual tension between Y/N and Wanda with a knife.”

“I’m not sure you know what that is Tony,” Bucky replied. “That’s just flirting.”

“You’re literally from the 1900s, I doubt you’d know.”

“You know,” cut in Sam, “Stark might be onto something here. Wanda didn’t stare them down until they questioned their existence.”

“Thank you Sam,” Tony continued, “Need I remind you, she literally kissed her hand and wasn’t immediately thrown out the building.”

“What are you suggesting?” Bruce asked.

“Ah, ever the perceptive one Brucie. So,” Tony grinned, “when do you think they’ll hook up? I’m betting $200 on a week from today.”

“Tony,” Steve scolded, “you can’t place bets on teammates.”

“And I don’t think betting on this is a good idea Stark,” Pietro added. “Especially when they’re alre-“

“You too Pietro?” Tony jumped in again. “Didn’t take you for being such a spoilsport like Capsicle here. Who else is in?”

“No way I’m letting you win without a competition,” Clint said, pushing himself off the wall. “$50 on 4 days,” he declared, digging out his wallet.

“That’s a little soon, don’t you think?” asked Sam.

“Y/N can be charming when she needs to be.”

“Oh hell no. A girl like Wanda needs to be romanced. I’m betting on 26 days.” Sam chimed.

“Can’t let you boys have all the fun. 2 weeks.” called Nat from the end of the room.

“Nat,” Steve said pointedly.

“It’ll be fine Rogers, it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Alright then,” Tony clapped. “We’ll write our bets on a sticky note with our money, and we’ll keep it in this envelope so no one cheats.”

“But there’s no point cheating, since I’m gonna win,” proclaimed Sam.

“I doubt it,” replied Bucky. “But I’m not saying no to cash. Count me in.”

“According to my calculations, I estimate it will be 18 days and 14 hours,” stated Vision.

“So you in?”

“Based on my observations, this is a team bonding activity, so I will participate.”

“Yeah it’s your favourite, bonding, Rogers,” Tony laughed. “You can get your notes to me any time, as long as Y/N isn’t around.”

- - -

You were were fixing yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when Clint sidled up to you. “What’s up old man?”

“Well,” he started. “As much as I am protective over Wanda, I do wanna know. When are you going to make a move on her?”

You knocked over your cup (thankfully empty) in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“She clearly has a soft spot for you, and you think she’s pretty, right?”

“With eyes like that, she doesn’t even need to put a spell on me,” you replied. “Also watching her beat up bad guys? Hot.”

“Yeah so what are you wait-“

“Y/N,” hollered a flash of blue, coming to a skidding halt next to you. “You said you’d spar with me.”

“If you could use your super speed to make my coffee brew faster, I’ll come.”

“Ugh you can have coffee later,” Pietro complained. “Come on.”

“Guess this conversation can wait,” you turned to Clint with an apologetic smile. Before you could say anything else, Pietro had already dashed with you to the training room.

- - -

“What’s his deal?” you puffed at Pietro, trying to regain your breath after a solid hour of training.

“Clint?” he asked.

“Yeah, that conversation before was kinda weird.”

“They have a bet on you and Wanda.”

“What kind of bet?” you inquired, interest piqued.

“When you’re gonna hook up.”

You chuckled to yourself before pausing abruptly. “Wait, they don’t know?

“Mhm.”

“Well then,” you smirked mischievously.

- - -

“I am never letting you drag me out to jog again,” you yelled, shoving Pietro into the living room.

“Not my fault you can’t keep up,” he laughed.

“It’s literally your fault, you said you wouldn’t use your powers.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“Well you, owe me a coffee.”

The rustling of paper drew you two out of your banter. The Avengers were sprawled on the couches, and in seeing you, Bucky moved to stand in front of the table in the middle.

“What’s going on here?” you questioned, walking over and perching yourself on the edge of a couch.

“I told you this was a bad idea Tony,” hissed Steve.

“What’s a bad idea? you pushed further.

“Bets,” mumbled Sam. “On you and Wanda getting it on.”

At least he had the decency to look sheepish.

Chuckling to yourself, you turned to them. “Well go on then, don’t let me stop you.”

“It’s over anyway,” said Tony quickly, trying to grab all the notes sprawled across the wooden table.

“Don’t be a party pooper,” you smirked, plucking a note from from his hands. “I’ll start.”

Unfolding the adhesive, you read out the messy scrawl on the page. “4 days.”

“Do you really think so lowly of me Clint?” you drawled. “But no, it wasn’t 4 days.”

The archer looked up from the floor in confusion.

Delicately opening another, “26 days.”

“Wow, and you think so highly of me bird man, thanks,” you grinned. “Surprisingly, Sam is closer.”

“L/N what are you doing?” Tony demanded.

Ignoring him, you continued. “18 days and 14 hours from Vision. We’re getting warmer here. 14 days from Nat.”

Turning to the assassin, you beamed at her. “I always had faith in your abilities. That’s a pretty good guess.”

A loud cough came from the doorway as none other than Wanda dragged herself into the room.

“Back from training so soon babe?” you called, the pet name rolling off your tongue.

A pillow hit you on the face moments later. “You sneaky bastard, I’ll give you that,” smirked Nat.

You stuck your tongue out back at her.

“What are you guys doing?” asked Wanda, walking to stand next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Well,” you turned, “in the words of Sam, they’ve been betting on when we’re going to get it on.”

Your girlfriend’s face went as red as a tomato. “Why are we talking about this,” she mumbled, burying her face into your neck.

You just chuckled good naturedly again. “Go on Tony, read that one you got there. I want to know who got the closest.”

The billionaire cleared his throat awkwardly before reading. “15 days, 15 hours and 15 minutes.”

Yanking her head up, Wanda looked at you. “Is this why you insisted on waiting 7 minutes?”

“Yep!”

She groaned and buried her head again. “I hate you.”

“Well Tony, who’s guess was that?”

His eyes widened. “Y/N...” he trailed off.

Moving off the couch, you began to gather the money. “I guess this is all mine then.”

“I actually hate you,” groaned Wanda.

“You can’t hate me, I’m rich!” you declared dramatically, fanning the bills in your hand. “And I know what will make you not hate me, ice cream! C’mon Wands.” You pulled her away.

“What? I want ice cream too,” Pietro whined.

“You’re welcome to come if you want to see us making out,” you told him.

“Shut up Y/N,” called Wanda, as noises of disgust came from her brother simultaneously.

“But for your services,” you thumbed a couple of bills, and slapped them into his hand. “Gotta say, Captain America must be proud of our excellent demonstration of teamwork,” you winked cheekily at Steve, before high fiving Pietro.

“I’ll see you all later,” you said as you sent a winning smile to the rest of the Avengers.

And they could only sit there gaping as you two strolled out the compound hand in hand.

“I tried to tell you they were dating,” smirked Pietro, before dashing out of the room.

There was a few moments of shocked silence, before Sam spoke up. “Damn, we just got played.”

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staticscreenwriting · 3 years

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LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 4

Four - Casablanca

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

“ You dressed up! “

God damnit. He should’ve known. He really should’ve. Sam stands by his side, shit-eating grin splitting his face in two. He should’ve just worn a plain sweater and no one would’ve commented on it.

But then would she look at him with that joyful sparkle in her eyes and that gorgeous smile? Maybe the little dressing up that he did do, and all the teasing comments from Sam, are worth it if means she’ll look at him like that.

“I didn’t dress up.” Doesn’t mean he has to admit it. No now, not ever.

“ Uh, your jeans are cuffed. You’ve never done that!” (Y/N) points out to which Sam chimes in with a loud “that’s what I said!” words dripping with amusement.

“ It’s just my jeans, it’s not a big deal.”

“ And you quiffed your hair!”

Bucky glances towards Sam who stands beside him with the biggest smile any person has ever displayed in all the times humans have walked this earth. His joy at Bucky’s obvious discomfort knowing no boundaries and, if it weren’t at his own expense, Bucky would even find Sam’s amusement quite contagious.

“ You totally did! He totally did! I didn’t even notice. Hi,” he says and shakes (Y/N)’s hand “ I’m Sam.”

“ So nice to meet you, Sam. And you dressed up too! As a sexy Ghostbuster!”

Bucky can basically feel Sam’s ego inflate at those words and he knows, for a fact, he’ll never hear the end of it.

“ That’s right! I am a sexy Ghostbuster. Not a regular one. That’s exactly what I was going for, thank you. Man, I love her already.” Sam says, directed at both, (Y/N) but mostly at Bucky.

“ You look lovely too, by the way,” Sam points out and for the first time since they arrived, Bucky gives himself a moment to take her in entirely. Not just the little things, the twinkle in her eyes, the warm radiance of her smile. Her. All of her.

The blue and white checkered pinafore dress she’s wearing reaches down to her knees, her legs are covered by white knee-high socks and at her feet, a pair of ruby red heels sparkle as the light reflects against them.

She looks beautiful but what really makes Bucky’s heart skip just a tiny fraction of a beat is the fact that he knows who she’s supposed to be and, whether she did it purposefully or not doesn’t matter, he feels included for the first time in so long.

“ You’re Dorothy.” his lips produce words that his brain didn’t sign off on. They just slip out. They hold so much weight that even if he’d acted fast enough, he doesn’t think he would’ve been able to hold them back. They’re so seemingly insignificant but they hold a meaning that Bucky isn’t sure anyone will ever fully comprehend. Steve would’ve but Steve is — not here.

He hopes (Y/N) understands even a small fraction of what it means to him. And when she smiles, he thinks she might.

“ I am. Do you like it?”

“ You look beautiful. “ And she does. She really does.

Sam is grinning away like he’s just heard the best news and Bucky isn’t sure if he prefers this to his outright laughter at his discomfort or not. This smirk seems like some inside joke Bucky doesn’t get. Like Sam knows something he doesn’t.

“ Can I get you guys something to drink? Beers? “

“ That would be great “ Sam replies.

“ Grumpy? “

“ Sure.”

He can’t get drunk, that’s one of the little things the Serum changed about him. It’s not like he’s here to get drunk anyway but to feel the enthusiastic buzz that alcohol can wash through your system, would be nice. He hardly remembers what that felt like.

He’s gonna drink some beer either way though. It gives him the feeling of fitting in, of belonging with the crowd. Even if he knows that’s one big lie. Sometimes you have to lie to yourself to keep your heart from breaking.

Kim isn’t a friend. Not really. She’s a friend of a friend who somehow always tags along whenever (Y/N)’s friend group gets together. She’s never actually invited but she’s always there anyway. Tonight is no exception.

She’s dressed in some kind of last-minute DIY deer costume, one of those that have been popular a few years back on Youtube, and the way she smirks at (Y/N) as she enters the kitchen already makes the metaphorical alarm bells go off in (Y/N)’s head.

“ So, I didn’t know you know celebrities. “

“ What are you talking about, Kim? “

“ Oh, you know! “ Kim announces and slides up next to (Y/N), casually leaning against the kitchen counter. “ Do you think he can do some cool tricks with his metal arm? “

“ Who are you talking about? “

Obviously (Y/N) is well aware of who Kim is talking about. There’s only so many people with metal arms and only one of them finds himself at this very party. Still, she doesn’t give Kim the satisfaction of reacting to her ridiculous comment. Maybe, (Y/N) naively hopes, repeating her question will make Kim realize just how rude and offensive her words really are.

“The winter soldier! Who else. That’s him, isn’t it? “

“ No.”

“ You sure? I’m pretty certain that’s him.”

“ His name is Bucky!” (Y/N) clarifies, fixing Kim with a stare that conveys just how serious this is to her. “ And he is not some kind of circus freak or entertainer or something. He is my friend. “

Kim shrugs her shoulders so casually that it sends shivers of red hot rage through (Y/N)’s body. The audacity of this woman. “ Okay sure but he is the Winter Soldier, right? I don’t know why you’re acting so sensitive right now. Chill, girl.”

“ Fuck you, Kim. You are so disrespectful towards my friend. He’s so sweet and genuine and wonderful and he deserves to be seen for all that he is. He is not here for you to stare at like a caged animal and he sure as hell ain’t here to be reminded of his painful past. If you can’t treat him like a normal person, please leave. “

There’s a look on Kim’s face that (Y/N) hasn’t seen on her before. One of utter disbelief. One that lets her know that this was the last thing Kim was expecting. And for a little moment, a huge wave of triumphant enthusiasm crashes over her.

“ Whatever.” is all Kim replies once the shock has settled. With a pout on her lips, she shuffles out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. (Y/N) can’t tell for sure if she’s leaving but there’s no doubt in her mind that at least she won’t be harassing Bucky anytime soon.

A bitter taste settles on (Y/N) tongue, as she thinks about Kim’s words again. About the sick and twisted thoughts that reduce Bucky to little more than a human animatronic. It’s disgusting and so so sad and she just hopes Bucky hasn’t heard her say those things.

As she steps out of the kitchen and rounds the corner though, her hopes are squashed. There’s the usual pain on his face, the one that’s perpetually etched into his features as Bucky leans against the wall. But mixed in between, there’s something else. A confusing mess of emotions she can’t quite place. She knows though. He’s heard every last word.

“ Robin came over, started talking to Sam about some band I don’t know. Thought I’d come see if you need some help. “

“ Bucky, I — “

“ It’s fine.” He interrupts her. (Y/N) doesn’t think it’s really fine. Sometimes people just get so used to saying they feel fine, they actually start believing it. Only fine is not something you want to feel forever, is it? Fine shouldn’t be a permanent state. Fine should be temporary. A path to good. To great. To happy.

“ You sure? “

“ Yeah. I uh — I appreciate what you said.”

“ Oh sure. And I meant it. You’re my friend and you deserve all the good things life has to offer.”

He doesn’t know if he agrees with that sentiment. No, in fact, he’s sure that he doesn’t agree. While he is free of the pain that bound him to Hydra, he will never be entirely free of the guilt his past has put on him. One, he thinks, makes him undeserving of so many things. Like friends. Like happiness. Like love.

And yet it’s nice to know that other people see in him what he may never see in himself.

“ Now let’s go rescue Sam before Robin ropes him into some kind of wedding preparations.”

She says, hands Bucky a bottle, and then grabs his free hand to pull him towards the other side of the room where Robin, dressed as Jessica Rabbit, gestures around wildly as she talks to Sam.

At first, (Y/N) doesn’t even realize it but then she notices that the hand holding hers feels different. It’s not as soft to the touch as a hand usually is. The glove is warm and smooth under her skin but she wishes she could touch the metal. It’s not some kind of weird, misplaced fetishization or some sensationalism. It’s the fact that the arm is a part of Bucky as much as his eyes or his smile or his perpetual grumpiness. And she wants to know every part of him for they make him who he is, and who he is is wonderful.

3 hours.

It’s been 3 hours since they arrived at the party. 3 hours of music he doesn’t get from artists he doesn’t know. 3 hours of staying painfully sober while everyone around him gets exponentially more drunk. 3 hours of pretending not to notice the looks he’s getting.

3 hours and then it got too much. He’s well aware that this isn’t his time. By all means, he shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Stuck in a body that doesn’t match his actual age. Forever reminded of the fact that he’s not meant to be here. Usually, he tries to ignore that. Tries to learn about new things, tries to understand.

This party puts a mirror right in front of his face though. Makes it painfully obvious that this is not where he belongs.

What a party pooper he is. He’d hate himself. If his old self could see him now, standing alone on a balcony because he didn’t like the music inside. His old self would think of him as a coward. His old self is probably right.

“ Grumpy, what are you doing out here, all by yourself?”

For a second the music from the inside spills through the doors and into the serene night, only to be cut off a second later when (Y/N) steps onto the balcony and closes the door behind her.

“ Are you not having fun? “

“ It’s not that. It’s just —”

Just what? Bucky has no idea how to put it into words. It’s moments like this one where having Steve around would be so helpful. He’d understand and he’d know what to say. Steve always knew what to say. Steve just didn’t know when to shut up.

“ You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Ever.” (Y/N) says and bumps him with her shoulder as she leans against him looking out at the New York skyline.

“ I appreciate it.”

“ I was hoping you’d like my costume,” (Y/N) confesses after a moment. “ I feel like I tell you so much about all these movies you missed out on and I don’t know, maybe it’s silly, but I wanted you to feel in the know for once. Does that make sense? “

Bucky bites his lip for everything he wants to say is not something you tell someone you’ve only just befriended a few weeks ago. Never has he felt the need to spill his heart, with all his sorrows and fears and dreams, to anyone. Not until tonight. But it’s too much to burden her with. He can hardly carry the weight himself. To put it on her would be an awfully selfish thing to do.

So he just nods his head and smiles and he says “thank you” like it doesn’t mean anything when really it means the world.

“ Okay well, since I can’t bring you to the party — “ (Y/N) says and fumbles her phone from her dress pocket “ — I’ll just have to bring the party to you.”

For a moment she just types away on the screen before a familiar tune sounds from the speakers of her phone. A familiar tune, to Bucky. One he remembers dancing to when he was a whole other man.

Glenn Miller’s Moonlight Cocktail fills the air and Bucky’s lips unwillingly lift into a smile.

“ If I remember correctly,” (Y/N) says and reaches out her hand to him “ you owe me a dance.”

Bucky laughs and shakes his head, but grabs a hold of her hand anyway “That’s not how it works. You can’t just say someone owes you something simply because you want it.”

She’s so close now. He can see the lights reflecting in her eyes, can feel her chest lift with every breath she takes.

Here’s the thing about loneliness. After a while, you get used to it. It becomes a part of your life, of yourself, like breathing and sleep. You don’t even realize that you’re missing something. Until one day you’re chest to chest with a beautiful girl who thinks you’re wonderful and worthy of her friendship. And it’s then that you realize how lonely you were and how much it hurts and how much you’ve been missing the touch of another.

“ I’ve always wanted to dance through the night. Ever since I’ve first seen Moulin Rouge in the cinema.” (Y/N) says and they start to slowly but surely sway to the music. It’s tentative steps at first, shy and unsure. Barely there moves but there after all.

Sometimes it’s enough for things to be small. The big moments, the important ones don’t need to be big at all. Some of the most important ones don’t demand a lot of space and yet they take up all the space in your heart.

“ Do you remember your first time seeing a movie at the cinema? “ she asks, looking up at him with her starlight eyes.

It’s not a memory he can recall. It’s one of those that have been lost in the shuffle. Like a sweater you love that’s been lost in the laundry or a picture frame gone missing during a move.

“ I don’t. I do remember my last trip to the cinema though.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

This memory is so vivid, it could’ve happened yesterday. He remembers the old dusty velvet seats. He remembers the propaganda spot shown before the movie, the one that put a feeling in his gut as if he’d just swallowed a sack of bricks, now knowing what was to happen but expecting it. He remembers Ruth Dillinger and her gorgeous blond hair and the way it smelled like soap and flowers. And he remembers the movie.

“ Casablanca. Saw it on a date with a girl.”

“ Aw, you took her on a movie date? Lucky girl. “

“ I don’t know if I’d go that far. I wasn’t half as respectable of a guy back then. Was more interested in sneaking a kiss in the dark than taking her to see a good movie. “

“ Did you do the whole, yawning-arm-around-the-shoulder thing?”

“ Obviously.”

“ Oh, you were just a regular casanova, Mr. Barnes? “

“ For sure. “

New York feels alive with the power of possibility. Of a night being more than a night. Of small moments being big and big moments being so tiny and intimate and small. New York feels alive with emotions. Ones Bucky doesn't understand and couldn’t understand. But either way, he feels happier in that tiny insignificant moment than he had in a long time.

“ I’ve never seen Casablanca.”

At that confession, Bucky pushes away from her a little so he can properly look at her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“ What? It’s a classic. I have good reasons for not having seen most of your movie recommendations, what’s your excuse? “

She smiles bashfully and shrugs her shoulders “ I really don’t know. I just never got around to it. I feel like it’s such an important movie, it asks for a special occasion. Like seeing it at some fancy cinema or in concert or something. You know? “

Bucky only chuckles before pulling her close for another soft sway around the balcony.

Only the serenity doesn’t last very long as the aggressive drumming of some EDM song penetrates the quiet and Sam steps out onto the balcony.

“ Hi guys, uh — am I interrupting something ?”

“ No, no. That’s alright” (Y/N) exclaims, sounding a little flustered as she pulls away from Bucky and presses pause on her phone, plunging them all in silence.

“ I’m gonna get going in a moment. Need to catch an early flight tomorrow morning. “

“ Aw, so soon? Well okay but it was so nice to meet you Sam. You’re welcome at any future party or just drop in at the diner whenever you’re around.” (Y/N) says and pulls him into a hug.

“ I will don’t worry. Told you, I like you already.”

They share another quick hug before (Y/N) excuses herself to get Sam’s jacket from another room, leaving Sam and Bucky alone on the balcony.

“ Do not say a word!” Bucky orders as he notices yet another grin forming on Sam’s face.

“ I didn’t say anything.”

“ But you want to. I can see it.”

“ What would I possibly say, Buck? That you’ve got it bad? You know that yourself. “

“ It’s not like that.”

“ Okay, if you say so. “ Sam complies and lets another silence fall over them.

That’s until he speaks up yet again “ You dance. Man, I can’t believe it. Hey, can you waltz?”

“ Shut up! “

The party is slowly but surely winding down. A lot of people have left by now.

Some are asleep on the couch. On the floor. Against the wall.

A few are still lingering around, talking in low voices. Slurred words, tired eyes, light hearts.

Bucky tries not to step on anyone as he maneuvers his way around the apartment, trying to find the room where (Y/N) put all the jackets. It’s time for him to go, no matter how much he wants to hold onto the moment. He’s tired and the party is as good as over. And anyway, he hasn’t seen (Y/N) in a while.

“ Psst, Grumpy“

(Y/N) peeks out from behind a door, beckoning him closer. As he steps into the room he’s embraced by a warm amber glow coming from a string of fairy lights that frame one wall.

On her bed, (Y/N) sits and leans against the headboard, balancing a laptop on her legs. The wall behind her is covered in photographs. Some of her, some of people he doesn’t know. There are pictures taken at concerts, theme parks, the beach. She’s smiling in most of them. Happy. Memories of a lifetime forever caught on film.

This, Bucky realizes then, is something he wants. Not right now but eventually. To make memories. Ones that last. Ones that don’t get taken away from him. And someone to make those memories with him.

“ Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” Bucky asks as she pats the blanket and he sits down on the bed next to her.

“ I’ve been looking for this movie and I finally found a decent copy we can watch.”

“ Now? “

“ Yes now. It’s supposed to be a really good one. I think you’ll like it. “

Bucky’s tired. He honestly just wants to go home and try to find at least a few hours of sleep. But she does it again, that thing where she smiles and his heart does the weird fluttery thing. And he can’t say no to that. Why would he ever want to say no to that?

So he scoots backward to rest against the headboard as well and his eyes take in the swirly white font on the screen spelling out Casablanca over the black and white image of a map of Africa.

His smile won’t be suppressed anymore. It takes over his face like it belongs right there.

"Thought you were waiting for a special occasion?"

“ I was and I found it. Now, what’s the romantic lesson I can learn from this one? “ (Y/N) asks as her head comes to rest on his right shoulder.

Bucky considers it for a moment, tries to recall exactly what happens. Some details are fuzzy, some lost altogether. But he remembers the core of it all. The love shared between two people.

“ It is about sacrificing the thing you want most in life to make sure the people you love are safe and happy. It’s about putting the one you love above yourself and breaking your own heart in order to keep theirs from breaking. Love is selfless, never selfish. And love is worth it. I think that’s what it’s about. “

“ That’s a lovely sentiment. But so sad too.”

Bucky only nods in agreement and as the title credits roll he wonders if he’ll ever get the chance to really figure out love. To fall for someone and love them so much he’d give up everything to see them happy. Even himself.

Though they call it the city that never sleeps, New York seems to grow tired. It grows calm and quiet and maybe for a second it falls into a slumber in the same way that both Bucky and (Y/N) fall asleep, cuddled up on her bed, while Ingrid Bergman flies away on a plane and Humphry Bogard walks into the black of night.

Bucky hasn’t slept in a bed in months in fear of nightmares and terrors lurking in the dark corner of his mind.

That night he doesn’t have nightmares. In fact that night he dreams. Of slow dancing on a balcony with only the stars bearing witness to the moment. He dreams of red slippers and fairy lights and black and white movies.

That night he doesn’t have nightmares. Only sweet dreams.

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raineeskiesabove · 3 years

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I'd love to read some headcanons about Xiao, whenever you got some time. I just-- he has very few scenes but I really like him. <3 Thank you!

Xiao x Lumine HCs

I chose Lumine because I very much enjoyed the scene where he supports her while injured... and Lumine is just cuter (sorry Aether fans;;)

Xiao can be a bit of a party pooper sometimes, as his ancient roots have made him unaccustomed to modern dating practices

People kiss before marriage? The idea is absolutely scandalous for him at first

Lumine initially thinks he’s joking when he says stuff like that, but soon figures out that Xiao is dead serious. Always.

But his seriousness can have its perks. Once he falls for Lumine, he falls hard. He only has eyes for her, and cannot imagine finding someone that could compare

It took him a long time to warm up to her, however, as he doesn’t quite understand the appeal of mortals. Then again, she does make him some very delicious almond tofu. Perhaps he has judged humans too harshly...

Lumine likes to show him things that “normal couples” do on dates, like go out to eat or watch the lights at night. Xiao still can’t find it in himself to enjoy most human food, but he has to admit that Lumine looks quite cute when she’s enjoying a meal. As long she’s enjoying herself, he is too

Like the old man he is, Xiao is embarrassed by PDA, which Lumine very much takes advantage of. She’ll beg for a kiss in public, just to give him a gentle push. Xiao can never refuse, as her look of disappointment the first time he declined made him unable to sleep for a week

It’s not that he dislikes affection, he’s just quite unused to the attention. The whole thing is almost a bit taboo for him- was it really alright for an Adeptus to reciprocate a human’s love?

On the subject of touch, Xiao often grows quiet and timid when Lumine traces the outline of his tattoos. Something about the soft touch of her fingertips feels weirdly intimate to him.

Once, Lumine accidentally brushed a fingertip against the jewel on his forehead, causing him to reveal that it was more than just decoration. The small crystal is a heavily concentrated mass of Anemo, and is extremely sensitive to touch. In normal circumstances, people touching this area makes Xiao furious, but for Lumine, letting her touch it is his indicator that he completely trusts her

The sensation can be quite intense, but not painful. It’s almost nurturing, but also a bit passionate. He tries not to let his mind wander during these periods of tim

He dreads the day that Lumine will leave him for Celestia, but he never admits this fear of his. The last thing he wants is for her to worry about him. As her partner, he wants to do whatever he can to protect her, and keep her safe. Even if that means getting himself hurt in the process.

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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hey dear (yeah im deffo addicted to your writing) just checking on you i hope your doing good and taking care of yourself. I would also like to drop a one shot request of Chuuya falling for mori's god-daughter (also an executive) who has an ability which allows her to summon and control demons while singing but she ends up getting captured and goes missing for 2 years then one day they find her and he confesses to her after she gets rescued (rlly fluffy). thanks in advance love Safiyah <33

❥—Cassiopeia

❥—Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

❥—Fluff

ᴀ/ɴ: i am glad you enjoy my writing and i hope you are doing great as well; hopefully you like this one too 🥺💘 also let this cure your hearts after the last one- also the chant is inspired by Obey me ❣️

“Chuuya, I would like for you to meet my daughter.”

Right then a beautiful and fair lady came out of the door. Chuuya beweildered by her beauty went silent; such a beautiful creature existed?

“Y/N, meet Chuuya; he is one of the best executives here!” Mori introduced you smiling, to which you wave your hand to the ginger and smiled warmly “Hey Chuuya! Pleasure meeting you.” Chuuya smiled shyly and waved back “S-same here..”

Mori then smirked and questioned “Chuuya what’s the matter? You seem rather uncollected.” The said male waved his hand around in denial as he was stopped by a giggle from the lady beside him. “You are quite cute; I hope we get to know each other more.” You said before exiting for your mission.

Chuuya let out a sigh of relief putting his hands on his knees as blush crept onto his face. He made a total and utter fool out of himself; Isn’t he the strongest executive? Why was he so damn shy around you? The thought started clouding his mind until Mori snapped him out of his daze and asked “Are you perhaps interested in Y/N, Chuuya?”

Damn right he is. You were so sweet and kind and that just hit bullseye in his heart. Ever since then he would take almost any opportunity to be with you and talk with you. You were slowly getting to know each other better.

You have been together through tears and giggles and pain and sniffles. He knows you deeply and you know him just as well. After all 3 years of friendship isn’t a minuscule period of time; there multiple moments he had seen you in that made just how much of a wonderful person you are even clearer.

You got along with everyone.

Akutagawa, you both were like best friends and would tell each other everything. You were one of the few he accepted help or their company and you were always a great duo in battle.

Kouyou, the woman that took him in adores you. What more could he ask for? Kouyou helped you and guided in your times of unknowing what to do and how to do it. You were sisters and she valued you deeply, she would always hang out with you and talk with you about anything and everything.

Mori, the man who you addressed as your father. Despite Mori not being biologically him but he treated you as such, as if you were his daughter. He gave you all his love and made you feel appreciated and took care of you.

Seeing your kindness towards your allies Chuuya was dazzled, how could someone so sweet and kind be in the Mafia? His thoughts were completely erased when he saw you in battle.

Multiple screams, all saying the same thing “Beware of the Port Mafia’s devil!” Chuuya was wondering about who are they referring to, was it him? He suddenly heard someone singing behind him.

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, Y/N, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the demons of chanting despair!”

That voice, it sounded so angelic but the words were venomous. He turned around to be met with the sight of you floating, eyes glowing purple as demons from around you rose from the earth and attacked all the men in front of him.

‘Woah..’ He couldn’t be more in love. Your elegant movement while fighting were a sight to behold. Your voice was enchanting yet deadly, he would be grateful if it was the last thing he heard before his death.

He loved how there was a total difference between the way you treat your peers and your enemies. Did he really deserve if your feelings were mutual? It was new for Chuuya to doubt himself. But there wasn’t any route to choose when his heart now belonged to no one but you and that made him helpless before you.

“Look at the stars, Chuuya !” Right, you loved looking at constellations, and he loved how the stars shined and danced in your eyes as if they were their ball room.

He looked up and saw a weird look star, maybe a constellation? He then pointed at it and asked “Y/N, what constellation is that?” You smiled brightly before answering “That’s Cassiopeia! It represents love.” You then turned to the ginger finding him close to you and somehow both of you involuntary moved closer, slowly about to close the gap between you.

“Hello Y/N.” You both jumped and looked at the owner of the voice to see that it’s Mori. Chuuya saying every cuss word in his mind while you both were as red as roses, however Mori was grinning mischievously. It’s nice being a party pooper at times.

However that’s all in the past.

Now you were gone, no one knew where you were taken and if you were even still alive. 2 years too long for the ginger, too long because of his suffering and sadness through them.

When he first found out you were taken he was devastated and went on searching everywhere with the mafia men; everyone in the Port Mafia was searching for their Y/N.

At the night he found out he couldn’t sleep, and wanted to start the search as soon as possible but days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then into years. Chuuya was starting to lose hope but still searched. Everyday he thought of you, he would drink wine and anything to wash it all away.

Even now after all what happened and the two years that had passed since then they still didn’t stop searching. He didn’t stop searching.

He was walking down the streets returning back from a mission as he came across a warehouse, it looked rather sketchy so to quiet down his thoughts he entered it and his eyes could not believe what he saw.

You all beaten up and bruised. Body looking as weak as a stick and something to silence your screams and chants on your mouth, his body loved involuntary and hugged you tightly quickly freeing you from the chains that hampered you from fleeing from your misery.

He sent the location to the Port Mafia and now everyone was going to come and make who did this to you pay. He picked you up and as he looked behind him he found Mori with wide eyes barely himself believing that indeed you were alive.

The old man took you from the hands of your savior and inspected your face, those who did this to you will go through hell. “Chuuya take her back.” Mori said sternly and Chuuya nodded, he wasn’t going to let you go out of his sight again.

And there he was with you on a bed, multiple tubes sticking to your skin and a oxygen mask. You looked really weak and pale, but it didn’t stop him from loving you. He loved you even more because you managed to live through that and made it back to him at the end.

Chuuya fell asleep as he was waiting for any sign of your awakening, and you woke up instead adjusting to the light and your surroundings. This wasn’t the dark and frightening warehouse you were in...you were finally saved. After two years of misery you were finally saved.

You looked to your side to find the ginger fast asleep alongside you, you smiled softly and gently played with his hair. Chuuya felt something on his head and slowly woke up to see you pulling your hand away, but he held it tenderly and put it back.

“I have to tell you something when you recover, Y/N.” He said as he was enjoying the feeling of your touch. “Why not now?” You questioned while he looked up at you with a smile and mumbled “because it’s something you need to be told outside of this white chamber.”

And so as time passed you were finally back to how you were. He blindfolded you and led you to a garden and went behind you. “Chuuya where are we?” You wondered while he chuckled and took your blindfold off and said “See for yourself.”

Your eyes were now looking at the garden you last saw Chuuya before your disappearance, but right now there was a picnic set and surrounding it were petals on a shape of a heart and candles lighting up the the space. He then pointed above and looked at you.

There it was, the constellation of love, Cassiopeia. He placed a hand on his heart and softly said “Love is what I feel for you. Very deep and strong love.” He walked towards you and held your hands between his bringing them up to his lips and placed a light kiss to them.

“I never stopped loving you, and from the moment I saw you took my breath away, you made me the prisoner of love and the poor who seeks for your love and touch. Everything about you is beyond description, I can’t find the words to describe it and I am afraid that it had already eaten me up. I am afraid that now you are the only who can calm the beast of love and adoration that only wants you and won’t accept anyone but you. So will you please give me a chance and let me show you how much love my heart feels towards you?”

A smile made its way into your face and vision getting glossy. You pulled the ginger towards you and connected your lips as gentle as one would touch a flower’s petal. The light of the stars shining on both you, it looked like a scene from a movie.

A portray, a beautiful portray, that could be drawn by millions but never be as beautiful. And Cassiopeia was the witness of their true and never ending love.

“once I believed

love poems were foolish

now I read love poems

just for the sake of it

and yet perhaps I want

to reach a higher state of poetry

I don't know if that's right or wrong

but such a feeling persists anyway

and sometimes irritates me

provoking outrageous desires

once I believed

love poems were foolish

yet now I do nothing

but dream about love“

-from “Exhaustion” by Nakahara Chuuya

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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baronessblixen · 3 years

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Ficmas Day 13: Kissing in the snow

Early season 7. Tagging @today-in-fic

It starts with a few white flurries in the morning. The October air has been unusually crisp the last few days and weather channels have warned about icy roads. When Mulder gets to the office, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Snow in October, Scully,” he says excited, putting a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of her. “With extra cinnamon,” he adds with a wink. She takes a sip, needing an excuse for her flushed face. What started with a baseball date months ago has turned into them watching movies together on the weekends, not even pretending to meet for work reasons. These days, he brings her hot coffee, sometimes even a sweet pastry that he steals a bite or two of, their heads close together as if sharing a secret instead of baked goods.

“Climate change is nothing to be thrilled about,” she says, licking some cream off her lips, with Mulder watching her intently.

“Party pooper.” But he continues to smile at her, rendering her speechless. She can’t recall when she started looking at him differently, when her switch was flicked. Was it last year? The year before that? Glancing at him as he rifles through papers, mumbling inaudibly, she feels overcome by emotions. If luck had been on their side, right now, there’d be a little human growing inside her, half him and half her. Absent-mindedly, she touches her forever flat stomach, smiling in spite of herself.

“Scully, did you hear a single word I just said, or do you want me to leave you and that coffee alone for a while?”

She blushes a deep crimson. “Um, sorry, what did you say?”

But Mulder just laughs.

By mid-day, the few morning flurries have turned into a full-blown snowstorm. Mulder gets on a chair to stare out their tiny basement window but there’s nothing but white.

“Scully,” he says simply, with a wicked smile, waiting for her to decipher it.

“We have to work,” she replies, merely glancing at him.

“Come on, we need to have lunch, don’t we?” He leans into her space, charming her with his best puppy look and a pout. She pretends to think about it even though her mind is already made up.

“Let’s go,” she eventually says, and Mulder helps her into her coat, so excited that he briefly grazes her boob. She gasps but Mulder doesn’t seem to notice.

When they leave the Hoover building, they step right into a winter wonderland. Mulder turns to her with a grin and an open mouth, offering her his hand.

She stares at him, at his hand, hesitant. “We’re at work.”

“No one can tell it’s us,” he says, his hand still outstretched. Scully takes it and lets him lead her through the crunchy snow. The air is cold but Mulder’s body in front of her is like a warm shield. Peace settles over her with every step they take. The blanket of snow has created a new, quiet world, and Scully feels as if they were the only two people inhabiting it. There are no everyday sounds, no cars, no chaos. Just them and the cold air that’s pinching her nose and her cheeks.

“Mulder, slow down,” she says, “we don’t all have your long legs.”

He chuckles and slows down. But he doesn’t do it fast enough. Scully, once again cursing her heels, slips on some ice, and loses her footing. The snow is soft, but icy and wet, and she starts shivering immediately, the cold seeping through her clothes.

“Shit, Scully, are you okay?”

“I told you to slow down.”

“I’m sorry,” he says and his expression is full of guilt. “Take my hand, I’ll help you up.” She takes his hand, but instead of getting up, she tugs at it, and manages to bring him down with her. He lands half on top of her, making her giggle.

“What are you doing?” He asks, wiping snow off his face.

“You never listen,” she says, staring at his lips, where a snowflake settles and melts.

“Says the woman who thought her coffee was more interesting than me this morning.”

“The coffee had cinnamon.”

“I know.”

“I like cinnamon,” she says, her eyes never leaving his lips. Has he had cinnamon in his coffee this morning, too? Would she still be able to taste it? What would his lips feel like against hers? She forgets the cold and the snow. She ignores the fact that they’re laying on the sidewalk, in the middle of the city, like two fallen angels.

“I know,” he repeats, his voice as soft and peaceful as the snow.

“What do you like?” She asks.

“This.” And then she no longer needs to wonder what his lips feel like, how he tastes. She knows. Her eyes drift close and she holds him close, her mouth opening under his. She’s thought about kissing him a thousand times and in about as many ways. She thought it would happen on a case, in a seedy motel room, both too tired to resist. She thought it would happen after playing baseball, after every movie night. Yet, here they are, rolling in the snow like two teenagers.

“Hey!” Someone says from outside their snow bubble. “Do you need help?” They break apart, both breathing heavily, staring up at an elderly couple. “You’re on the ground, son.”

“We know,” Mulder says, scrambling to get up. He takes Scully’s hand and helps her to her feet.

“Gotta be careful,” the old lady says, linking her arm through her companion’s, who nods.

“You could get hurt.”

“Thank you,” Scully says. “We will be careful.”

The elderly man gives them a once over and slowly shakes his head. “Kids these days.”

Mulder grabs Scully’s hand and runs into other direction, both of them trying to stifle laughs. They come to a stop, out of breath, grinning at each other.

“Want to try that again?” He asks.

“Which part?”

“This one.” And he starts kissing her again.

#this took me forever omg #i hope it's soft msr #for grieving anon #more soft and cute stuff tomorrow!#msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Playlist Feels: SHORT SERIES PART 1

Member: stripper LEE JUYEON

Genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers because why the fuck not lmao and it fits the song anyw

A/N: at the point of writing this I WAS TIRED AND SLIGHTLY DRUNK BUT LETS GO. also, NOT part of the GEN Z series, i have racer juyeon in stall for you in gen z ;) also i told V that i was never going to write a stripper au for jy until he goes shirtless or grinds on a prop like kim kai did in artificial love... but when i saw this video, i thought of nothing BUT kim jongin. their styles are pretty similar... not to mention kai had an undercut phase too... conclusion: dana is in a mess and she’s drunk

“i know it hurts to smile but you try to.”

what is a story?

a story has a start, an arc, an ending.

is it pages of cream colored sheets stacked atop one another, word after word after word printed in ink?

is it the lyrics that your neighbour sings in the shower because he associates the beauty of the lyrics with some heartbreak he’s been through, regardless of when he experienced it?

is it the way someone walks in the room and steals everybody’s attention with the sheer amount of confidence and intimidation he was radiating?

so, what is a story?

ups-and-downs. friendship. love. heartbreak. faults.

‘it was my fault, and it always will be.’

god wouldn’t have allowed you to forget that face even if you were dead, even if you had your skull cracked open and your brain was being eaten out in bits like Hannibal Lecter savouring the flesh of his victim.

it feels like a witch’s long, untamed nails were being dragged across your skin, and she was breathing down your ear, whispering secrets of potions and words to curses like they were part of a song.

he who is inked in your heart made of stone will never be removed.

blood that runs thick in the color of love forbids a stake foretold.

bones crumble to dust like fine sand in the wind,

for you will never forget that you have sinned.

the scars on your heart slowly tears apart like a wound that never healed, and every step he makes on the space makes you wish that he was stepping on your soul instead.

not because you were sexually frustrated, but because you deserved it.

“y/n, lighten up! we’re here to have fun, not watch your mopey ass sulk!”

“yeah, you’ve been so stressed lately, don’t you think it’s time to loosen up?”

“for the record,” the music starts to thump in your stomach and the lights dim into a dark shade of red. “i didn’t want to come to a strip club.”

blood has covered the light, for his soul cries over your misdoings.

“ugh, you’re such a party pooper,” she huffs, visibly frustrated when her forehead creases into lines under her makeup.

the memory of you aggressively avoiding being dragged to a strip club rings in your ears like a fire alarm. sometimes, you would’ve loved nothing more besides throw a chair when she acts like that; making it seem like you wanted to do something when you’ve clearly stated you didn’t.

unfortunately, you were used to her shitty little habit.

coercion sprints itself across your arm when she suddenly grabs it, violently shaking you when the music starts.

dread washes over you like wildfire when he starts to move, and he suddenly becomes one with the music.

the whiteness of his skin grabs you by the neck and sticks an ice-cold popsicle down your throat. you could still taste the sourness of the lemon flavoured one he would always give you, even though he liked it too.

the shiny, glittery, loose clothes hanging around his physical existence freezes your muscles the way medusa could turn people into stone. the hairs on your arms stand when you remember how small you looked in his clothes.

and his eyes. they hold a dagger at your heart, tip already sinking into the skin on your chest.

black, sticky, dense tears flood out every hole of your soul’s mouth.

it takes a massive amount of effort to keep every dollop of excruciatingly painful memories to yourself, for you would’ve thrown up your dinner if you didn’t invest that kind of effort.

in your head, you were a demon coated in tears and smudged ink.

stuck in time like a statue, your eyes were hollow and your voice was no longer.

red, the color of blood mixed with poison was spewing out every hole from your face, your knees hitting the ground where the a bed of thorns were laid out carelessly.

the same way you laid out the bed of roses for him, only to become his thorns.

the start of the story began when you first locked eyes with him first in the neighbourhood library near your school.

you never really liked studying in school, not when there were always noisy kids tossing a ball around or someone loudly crunching on chips next to you.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice that he’s been watching you, resulting in you warily turning around to look behind you to see if he was looking at someone else.

a soft chime in the hall pulls your attention to the old clock hanging above the entrance of the library, and an announcement rings through the PA system.

“dear visitors, the time now is 11pm. kindly exit the library and dispose of any litter you may have with you. we hope you’ve enjoyed your time here and we hope to see you soon.”

it was exactly because it was so late, that there was nobody left in the library.

carefully, you return your attention back to him, music still playing softly in your earpieces.

his eyes were glued to his books as he clears them off the table, and you remain seated, taking your time to pack your things as well.

you were hoping he doesn’t come over, so naturally, you panic when he does.

feigning the mindless scrolling on your phone doesn’t do much when he presses his palm flat on to the surface of the table, robbing you of an option to ignore him.

well, you could, but you recognise him.

how could anybody not recognise him?

his eyes meet yours and intimidation fills you like you were drowning, but he suddenly squats with the support of his hand gripping onto the edge of the table, eyes darting away.

a frown finds itself on your face and you watch cautiously when he stands up again, placing a pen and a candy wrapper on the table before you.

“planning on hiding in the bathroom and staying overnight?”

“i... uh-- no...”

“okay,” releasing the edge of the table, he grips the two straps over his shoulders by the sides of his chest and nods towards the exit. “time to go then.”

lee juyeon had always been a rather mysterious character in school. he was two years your senior but it wasn’t surprising to know that he was friends with three of your classmates, one of them being your closest friends.

when he wasn’t smiling, he looked like he could kill someone; drive a knife through their faces and not feel a pinch of guilt.

but when he does, it’s like setting off a billion firecrackers at once.

and by firecrackers, you mean the girls in school swooning over him.

if you had to choose a word to describe the way you looked at him, it had to be ‘indifferent’. you couldn’t deny that he was a great painting to look at and pretend ‘ugliness’ wasn’t a thing, but you’ve never really bothered to invest your emotions on anybody you deemed too far to reach.

so when he offers to walk you back to your place because of how late it was, it surprises you.

“why do you study in the community library and not the school library? i thought i’d see you with sunwoo or eric or hyunjun in school.”

“uh... i stay for awhile just to watch them mess around until they lose their stamina... the school library is filled with idiots who eat and make a fool of themselves which make it not-conducive... so i thought the community library is a better idea. besides, the school library closes at 7pm.”

“ah,” he laughs, and you could hear the swooning in the back of your head. “why am i not surprised?”

silence.

the awkward atmosphere was killing you, and it was difficult to swallow the fact that you could not think of anything to say.

luckily, you stay just about a ten minute walk from the library, so juyeon walks right past your residence without noticing you’ve stopped.

“uh-- juyeon...”

“huh? oh,” he halts in his tracks and turns around, sheepishly taking large steps back to you.

“thank you for walking me back.”

“it’s alright.”

silence, again.

“...goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

you purse your lips and offer him a polite smile, slightly surprised that he knows your name.

then again, he knows three of your classmates, and you were good friends with hyunjun.

he doesn’t leave until the lift takes you away from the lobby, the view of him waving to you with his unwaxed, tousled hair makes you smile to yourself once out of sight.

the arc of the story comes when you start to find candy under your desk a few weeks later.

you had stopped visiting the library because you were cooped up at home working on projects you needing your laptop for.

the sugar left on your desk seemed to be some kind of coaxing to get you to go back to the library.

the candy on the desk was the same one that you ate at the library, the one with the wrapper that juyeon picked up--

“hyunjun,” you call out to the boy who was passed out on the table, walking towards him.

“go away, i want to sleep--”

“you’ll sleep in class anyway,” grabbing his shoulders, it takes you some effort to peel him off the desk and make him sit upright. “you know who left this and i want to know who.”

hyunjun looks at you with bloodshot eyes, brows furrowing as he messes up his own hair.

“you sound like you already know who, so why do i need to bother telling you?”

the plastic of the candy wrapper crinkles in your hold as hyunjun’s head meets the table again.

again, it doesn’t take long for you to find out that juyeon might have a crush on you, and neither does it take long for you to reciprocate.

being with juyeon was like sitting on a car and going on a long road trip.

not many bumps, not many surprises, frankly, you were more than happy he was such an easy man to be with.

when juyeon graduates, he gets admitted into a performing arts academy in another city, leaving you in school where you still had to wear school uniform and wake up even before the sun rose.

but he makes an effort to come back to visit you, knowing that he was the older one with more freedom.

this long road trip, however, turns into a rollercoaster without warning, without your realisation.

the institute you enroll yourself into after graduation was located further away from the academy than your old school, but juyeon promises that he’d be with you whenever you could, and you promised the same.

distance becomes the first problem, when you realise how taxing it is to spend two hours travelling across the country to see him, and spend more time sitting on a bus or a train than actually being with him.

it starts to wear you away at the edges, fire burning the corners of ivory sheets with mandarin colored flames and leaving ashes the shade of coal on the floor.

then when juyeon was in his final year and you were halfway through your four year course, it was almost like he vanishes off the face of earth.

it worried you at first, that it felt like he was treating this four year relationship like he mattress he could fall back on anytime he wanted to.

you didn’t blame him, but it stings in the wounds that draw on your heart after a considerable amount of time.

was this what a long-distance-relationship encapsulated? how do couples who don’t even stay in the same country get through it?

you miss his scent, his arms around you, the way he smiles at you whenever you say something stupid or when he doesn’t get a joke and you had to explain it to him.

it feels like he has forgotten you, and it rips you apart that you knew why, that you understand he has his own responsibilities as a student in a prestigious performing arts academy.

but you can’t help but to think: if i could find time that i wanted to provide him, then why couldn’t he?

there was an expectation, and he didn’t meet it. naturally, it becomes a parasite in your love for juyeon. not only had you not seen him in months, his replies begin to spread out across days.

he doesn’t reply until more than 24 hours later, and even when he does, they are short. they are dry.

you start to wonder why he was being so irresponsible with a relationship, especially one that he initiated four years ago. your thoughts start to run wild in your head, and you worry if he had just been playing with you the entire time, and now he was probably kissing someone else in some dance studio in another city.

no, juyeon would never.

then the day came that he appears on social media after a long time. the light that filled you was so intense that you smiled just by noticing he’s finally not dead.

yet, you would’ve much preferred death over seeing another girl on his social media.

he didn’t have the time to respond to you, but he has the time to go out with another girl?

you leave him a text, trying to keep your cool and convince yourself that she was just a friend, and that he’d reply you as soon as possible if he knew you were feeling upset about him spending time with another girl.

hurt converts itself into something physical when he doesn’t reply.

one day passes, then two.

and soon, the whole week flies past.

calls don’t get through, much less messages.

just what was he doing?

you worry and wonder that he no longer loved you and he was merely running from you in hopes you’d leave him alone.

where had you gone wrong? were you a bad partner?

your grades started to take a toll, and memories of juyeon started to clog up in your head as if you weren’t already trying to tear your heart out of your chest.

juyeon no longer loves you.

he’s just having the time of his life in another city, with another girl, probably kissing her in the dance studio and running his hands all over her.

the mere thought kills you, so being able to actually imagine it in your head peels your skin off your body, leaving you in a wrecked mess on the floor with tissues used to wipe your tears.

then, sangyeon came along.

the fresh graduate was flustered when he sees a second-year student fallen apart in a tutorial room on his trips back to the university. but he recognises you from a branching out event you attended a month ago.

it lasted two weeks, and sangyeon was your teammate as a senior, so he was more than aware of your life and existence.

sang yeon stays a safe distance away from you while you try with way too much effort to calm your sobs down.

it’s not a surprise when it fails though, and you break down even harder with the force of someone beating you up

sangyeon doesn’t hesitate to scoot over to your side and pull you into his arms.

it was tricky, trying to recall what exactly you told him. your eyes were swollen and your face must’ve looked like a plum while your tears stained his shirt.

having someone’s shoulder to cry on was so comforting. it fills a gaping hole in your chest that shouldn’t be there in the first place.

sangyeon’s voice runs through your head like honey, honey that soothes the scalding burns juyeon left on your skin.

you knew it was dangerous, and there was a thin line to cross if you chose to let sangyeon through the doors of your heart.

most your friends weren’t truly aware of the status of the relationship, thus telling sangyeon everything at one go combusts you even further.

the urge to have someone’s skin pressed against yours, promising you that you were safe whenever they were around becomes painful to reject.

you will never forget the look in sangyeon’s eyes when you kiss him mid-sentence.

sangyeon tastes exactly his voice sounded, sweet and soft. his eyes were wide open the second you ram your lips into his.

his reluctance slips across your arm, feeling a small amount of force being applies to your elbow when he realises what was happening.

but that pressure softens, and he lets you treat him like juyeon, in attempt to cure your own broken heart.

you will make the biggest mistake you will ever make in your life that night, and that was letting yourself pretend sangyeon was juyeon.

not only were you the one who initiated the kiss in attempt to redeem the lack of affection you were none but craving, you chose to pretend juyeon was the one who spent the night leaving fluttering kisses all over your skin. to whisper words of comfort into your ears and kiss your tears away.

when you wake up and see a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be in such close proximity to yours, it feels like a sword has been driven through your stomach.

then you hear hell knocking on your door, but he sounds like love and missing.

it is a crack, then a rip and a complete separation of your body into two when juyeon realises the door of your dorm room is not locked, and he has that bright smile on his face when he walks into the room, thinking you were asleep.

everything happens under a minute, and sangyeon wasn’t even fully awake by the time juyeon was in the room, seeing you in bed with another man.

the memory of a fight the magnitude of tremendous proportions etches itself in your brain like a parasite.

juyeon literally hurls sangyeon out the door, the only piece of clothing on him being his underwear.

there was an effort to stop juyeon, because you knew it for yourself that it was not sangyeon’s fault.

it was yours, and it always will be.

juyeon has the man’s clothes thrown out the door and he slams it shut in his face before you could say anything to sangyeon, locking both himself and you in the room.

have you ever seen the eyes of someone who has absolutely no clue what he did wrong?

they are broken, confused, hurt, angry. juyeon’s were coveted with a layer of tears just seconds away from billowing over his lower lids when he sees that your face was reddening from shame as well.

there was a heavy silence that could’ve killed you, and you wished it did.

“are you waiting for me to ask--”

“no.”

“so what’s your explanation?”

you dump yourself on the edge of your bed, fingers pressing into your temples. if you pressed hard enough, maybe you could drill your fingers into your skull and rip out your brain.

“y/n.”

why did your own name sound so threatening when it comes from his lips?

“why did you do it? the fact that we were saving it so we could be each other’s first after marriage but you go ahead and do it with someone else--”

“oh, is that the only thing you care about? sex?”

“no, that’s not what i meant--”

“i thought you’d be pissed off over the fact that i have another guy in the picture regardless of our relationship--”

“which is exactly what i’m asking right now!”

the skin on your forehead gets pulled back when your palms hold back your hair. being interrogated by juyeon in just a bra and home shorts felt so humiliating, so degrading, but you can’t help but to have that pang of hatred for juyeon.

he was the one who incited this. all you did was react in a way disproportionate to your feelings.

“why’d you do it, y/n?”

his voice is shaky, and you were terrified to look up at him because you knew he was already crying.

it shatters your heart; you were angry.

with him.

with yourself.

his feet shuffles against the floor and he kneels before you, eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of remorse. his hands wrap around yours but you pull away with resentment, and you can’t help but to feel like he was guilt tripping you into apologising.

it was my fault, but he incited it.

“y/n--”

“stop, don’t touch me--”

“tell me what’s wrong, we’ll figure i--”

“tell you ‘what’s wrong’?” it takes alot of courage to shove him off and you lose sight of what was fuelling your emotions. “i’ll tell you what’s wrong, lee juyeon.”

he is shocked and you could almost hear something crack when he hears his name come off your tongue like you were regurgitating poison.

“you disappear off the face of earth for god knows how long and then when you finally show up again, it’s with another girl?”

it takes you awhile to notice you were now standing, and he was leaning back with his palms flat on the floor behind him.

tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes and you know it was solely from the fact that he’s caught you red-handed but you weren’t showing signs of regret or remorse.

it eats you that he thinks this is not his fault.

“look me in the eye and tell me confidently that you’ve been a responsible partner.”

gut-wrenching surprise writes itself across his face when the demand leaves your lips like venom.

your eyes finally give in, hiccups starting to form in the back of your throat when the still silence gives you some kind of hint that this relationship was as good as gone.

“i wait for you to reply for three days, sometimes more, and all you do is say ‘okay’ or ‘alright’ or ‘nah’-- how am i supposed to be convinced you are invested in this relationship? i haven’t seen you in like, what? four months?! not a proper text, no proper calls, you don’t bother to visit me though you know i can’t because of my work--”

the breathlessness in your chest is a cage with loosened screws and nails, an angry, uncontrollable beast inside waiting to lash out and give juyeon a tight slap across the face.

“ask yourself, lee juyeon,” the sobs become one with the hiccups, and droplets of agonising reality falls off the point of your chin. “who was that girl and why did you not bother to text me back? call me?”

his face falls as if he wasn’t already in a million pieces. the silence feels like a dozen paper cuts on your fingers and your lips cracking in the cold. it sounds like a the car on a roadtrip screeching to a violent stop, and it hurls both of you through the windshield.

your soul is bleeding when you see a muscle in his face twitch, because you now know he is as guilty as you are, even if he didn’t sleep with her.

heartbreak forms a hand on the crown of your head and pushes you to nod. the tears along your jawline get wiped away with the back of your hand, the mucus running down your philtrum is a mess on your bare chest and your face is not recovered from the excessive crying in the last twelve hours.

juyeon is quiet, but screaming in pain through his eyes.

the weight of how broken the both of you were slams down on both your shoulders without warning, and you find enough energy to gulp and clear your throat.

“get out.”

the scene looks like a freeze-frame, and you shake your head at the sight of his unwillingness.

“get out, juyeon.”

it feels like a knife is being dragged across your throat when you say the last words you thought you’d ever say to him.

“we are through.”

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PART 2

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Comic-con.”

You guys wanted something fluffier and lighthearted, so I took a suggestion from a group of the Discord server, and did this with it I hope you guys like, and thank you for the suggestions. “Where are you taking me? And why am I wearing this?”

Adam frowned at her, “Don’t be such a party pooper, I took you to watch MMA last week, and now its my turn to pick the fun activity.”

Sunny held up the glowing weapon --of facsimile of a weapon--, “What is this called again.”

“It’s an energy sword, from a really REALLY old video game.”

“And what are you supposed to be.”

Adam turned to look at her, shaking his head in disappointment, “Sometimes, I am sad for your lack of pop culture education.”

“And whose fault is it for my lack of pop culture education?”

He tapped his chin, “I suppose that is true.”

“To be fair the pop culture you subscribe to is like two thousand years old.” She looked him up and down. He was wearing a spacesuit and a jetpack. This might have been normal for him were it not for the painstaking hours that he had spent painting the thing and applying decals.

Where the standard issue UNSC space - suit ranged anywhere from white to silver to dark blue, this one was in a gaudy combination of white with green and purple highlights with a blue decal on the front embossed with the outline of stylized white wings. Under that, he had taken the time to dye one of the old undersuits purple, and was now wearing the hood to complete ‘the affect’

“Seriously though. What are You?”

He turned to look at her grinning and patted her on the shoulder, “Just wait.”

She sighed and did as told following him out of the underground parking lot and up into the sun. She threw her hand over her face as they came up into the sun, and when she withdrew her hand, she found herself surrounded by hundreds of humans all walking towards the same destination, and all of them were dressed, strangely… she couldn’t tell which ones for sure, because humans always seemed to dress strangely, but something bout this gave her the feeling that these ones were doing it on purpose..

At her side, Adam was grinning.

Following the line of people her eyes traced up to the large, and spacious building just up ahead. The walls were made out of metal and glass paneling, and across their surface scrolling scenes from movies and comic strips flashed.

Off to her side, a man in a blue and red suit, with a big yellow S on the front went floating past, his hover boots giving him the effect as if he were flying, red cape billowing out behind him.

Someone else to their side was walking a rather large brown dog towards the building. It had a teel collar and a couple of painted on black spots, while he was wearing a green shirt and brown pants. He looked like he really needed a haircut.

Sunny tilted her head to better read the letters on the building before her.

J. HAIL CONVENTION HALL

They were just outside the doors when someone ran up to them. THey looked younger, maybe in their teens, dressed with an elaborately colored wig, and strange colorful clothes, “Holy Shit! Your costumes are awesome, Can I get a picture?”

“Hell yeah.” Adam motioned the kid closer, pulling Sunny down beside them so the kid could grab a picture and then turn to look at Sunny, “How did you make it look so real. You look just like the Drev from that movie.”

She stared at him before looking down at herself.

Adam laughed, “It looks real because it IS real.”

The kid stared at them in disbelief, “No way.”

“Yeah she's a real life actual alien.”

Eyes went even wider, I...w...wow.”

Sunny shrugged and waved one of her arms to the kid as Adam dragged her further up the line.

“Here, hold out your hand.” She did as told and he wrapped a small plastic bracelet around her wrist. The letters on the band read VIP

Walking over to the doors they were stopped by a group of people holding up their hands. One of them walked around them, and pointed at Adam’s jetpack, “YOu have a licence for that?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

He reached into one of the pockets on his suit and pulled it out to show them. THey looked it over and then nodded, and he grinned. Tey read off some rules before they were suddenly interrupted.

Voices behind them, and Sunny turned.

A group of people walked up, one of them was dressed like a cowboy with a yellow shirt and blue pants, with a brown hat.

Another human in a blow up dinosaur costume pointed at Adam’s uniform,

“And what does that button do.”

Adam grinned, and Sunny watched him with a fond shake of her head as he approached them, putting on some sort of character voice.

“Ill show you.” Looking around to make sure that everyone was clear, he deployed the wings of the jetpack, striped in red and white.

The group oohed and ahhed.

THe cowboy moved forward, “Oh what, these are plastic, he can’t fly.”

“They are a trillium carbonic alloy and I CAN fly.”

“No you can’t”

“Yes I can.”

“Can’t.”

“CAN.”

“Can’t Can’t Can’t.”

“I could fly around this convention center with my eyes closed.”

Sunny just stood there watching them nervously shifting back and forth. She had a feeling that they were arguing, but it also felt very scripted, though how it could be scripted, she didn’t know. They had never seen these people as far as she was concerned.

The other man moved very close, “Ok then my light beer, prove it.”

“Alright then, I will.”

He held out his hands voice growing a bit more serious as he did, “Everyone step back.”

They did as told, and the cowboy was smiling now instead of frowning.

“Adam, is this legal.” Sunny wondered.

He turned to look at her, “Yes, the convention center has its own airspace just for this. I had to sign a waver.” He turned back to the others and ignited the engin on the jetpack kicking off the ground.

His flight was far more controlled than his original flight, and he flew in a fast circle around the area, dropping in with a flip to land before them to the cheering of an amassed crowd.

He pointed at the cowboy, “CAN.”

“That wasn’t flying, that was falling with style.” The man protested though he was grinning even as he walked over to take a picture with Adam.

“Pretty sure that made my day, your costume is awesome. Is this a real spacesuit.”

“You bet it is.”

“Where did you get your hands on one.”

“Oh I have my sources. Did you make your costume?”

“Sewed it myself. The hat and boots I bought though.”

They parted ways with Adam’s new friend and stepped inside the convention center scanning their bracelets as they went in.

“Welcome, Sunny to the biggest nerd convention ever conceived of by man...ComicCon.”

She turned in a wide circle eyes wide at thousands of booths, thousands of people all talking and laughing. He grabbed her hand and dragged hr further inside, “IF your good, I’ll buy you a sword.”

“Nerds want swords?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Of course nerds want swords. Here, lets start over there and movie this way, through the art section first.”

Sunny did as told, following after him.

She never knew Adam being one to spend a lot of money, he had no reason too, but after the first ten minutes she figured out that he was a little bit of a spender when it came to nerdy things. Posters and drawings and other related items.

However, she was surprised to find that they did have leather workers and blacksmiths as they were called, and she did…. In fact… get herself a sword which she recognized from the lord of the rings movie he had made her watch. It was a pretty good sword all things considered as if whoever made it actually knew how to make swords.

They were coming around a corner when they almost ran into another group of people. Adam dropped one of his bags and the other reached down to pick it up. When he stood, Sunny's eyes widened. Blond hair green eyes and an eyepatch, “Sweet Costume!”

She shook herself thinking she had bumped her head or something and was seeing double, but no, when she looked closer she realised that this person couldnt have been more than fifteen or sixteen…. And dressed like Adam.

She looked over at Adam who was standing mouth open eyes wide.

“Can I get a picture!”

Sunny just nodded her head as the kid jumped over next to her and had his friend take it before running off yelling back at her about her amazing costume.

Adam turned to look at Sunny, “Did I just>”

“I think you did.”

He shook himself, “Wow.”

She nodded

After that it started happening more and more.

Adam was everywhere, in all stages of life. They had recreated his uniforms, his flight suits, his space suits. They brought their dogs. There were even gender bent versions of him, blond women wearing eyepatches, brown jackets and jeans making it very clear who they were .

It got even more weird when Sunny started seeing herself.

Small children in costumes made of foam.

People wearing onesies that sort of looked like her, and even one costume that had a woman on stilts for her legs, and a complex system of homemade mechanics to allow her to move around.

Adam stood there mouth open just staring at them.

Sunny laughed at the irony.

He was here as a guest, and no one knew.

If only they had any idea that the real deal was here and dressed like a space ranger from a two thousand year old cartoon.

Sunny tilted her head listening to the announcements which said there would be a “Adam Vir look alike contest going on on the other side of the convention.

She turned to look at Adam and they both began to laugh hysterically. She grabbed his arm. We have to see this.

They wandered over just as the others were filtering in. And there were TONS of them, all dressed like Adam. One stopped next to him, spiky blond hair, clearly dyed for the occasion, wearing a flight suit and aviators.

Adam Tried to avoid eye contact with anyone as they sat down to watch, however no one recognized him, not even close.

They sat, watching the judging.

An adorable little boy with blond hair and a NASA T-shirt won for the younger age bracket.

The jumpsuit wearing kid to their right won for his teenage years.

At the end it was up between two men, one in casual wearing and one in a uniform. The one wearing the uniform had a similar lopsided grin as Adam and she would have chosen him as a dead ringer, and was almost put off when they chose the other man, who was, on the other hand, roguishly handsome.

She snorted, “He looks nothing like you.”

“But he does look like Keith Jenning who played me, so I guess people sort of conflate us as being the same person.”

“This is so unreal.”

They laughed again as they walked away sunny pointing out he probably would have lost the contest if he had tried to enter, and he laughed along with her.

THey were perusing through a booth with a bunch of old vintage movies when another announcement came over the intercom, saying that the cast of Adam’s movie was going to be speaking.”

Adam’s eyes widened, and together they made their way wanting to see what all the fuss was about. There were hundreds of people packed into the large room, and they were only able to get space just along one wall.

Up at the table, he recognized Keith Jenning, Rita. Ortiz, and Adler Handen, the voice actor for Krill and the woman who played Sunny.

Adam leaned back against the wall to watch.

Keith didn’t look anything like Adam at this moment, his hair back to brown like it usually was.

Hands raised in the crowd as questions were shot out, “What was the hardest part of playing Adam Vir?”

Keith laughed and then paused, “I think it might have been the eyepatch. I stubbed my toe like…. What was it Rita, we kept track on set.”

“About 456 times during the course of filming.” She added, and the group of them laughed.

“How accurate is the story to what actually happened?” Someone called out

Adler Handen leaned forward, “You know it was actually pretty accurate because Adam Vir was actually consulting through the whole process, though I think it is glammed up to make him look maybe a little more….”

“Poised.” Rita added, “Ellis gave him a bit of an action hero spin.”

“What is he actually like?”

Keith smiled as did Rita, “He’s hilarious, and kind, and a bit of a clutz I would say.”

Rita laughed, “That is one part of the movie that is inaccurate. I think they should have put it in, but he was like the last man to step onto Proxima B, and when he did he says he actually fell out of the shuttle and landed on his face.”

There was laughter from the crowd.

“Honestly a really modest guy all told.

“He has the personality of a golden retriever…. In a good way obviously.” Rita said

Keith had stood up from his palace at the table and was looking around the crowd for more questions, when his eyes fell on Adam and Sunny not a few rows away leaning against the wall.

The recognition was instantaneous, despite them not having seen for a long time. He pointed his eyes wide, “Adam…. Adam is that you. Sunny?”

The entire crowd turned and thousands of eyes fell on them.

Adam was stuck like a deer in the headlights hands held up.

“No way It IS YOU. Someone grab a chair and get him up here.”

Rita stood in her seat and waved.

Now people were standing to get a good look at them as two security people motioned them up.

Adam was bright red in the face as he was pushed to come on stage. The people looked confused, but when Adam pulled off his hood, and pulled on his eyepatch the entire convention center began cheering.

“Yeah give the man a round of applause.” Keith said pulling out a chair for him to sit on while Rita did the same for Sunny.

Adam shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Nice costume, is that from Toy story?”

Adam shrugged, ‘Yeah, or the Tv show I guess.”

Someone hurried over with another microphone as the crowd below continued to babble and point.

Keith leaned forward, “Did I mention he was a raging nerd. Did you wear the costume to hide or….”

Adam shook his head, “No, I've been coming to the convention since I was a kid.”

There was cheering in the crowd.

Hands were raised high into the air for questions, and Adam blinked a bit red in the face still.

“Is it true what they said about Proxima B?”

Adam smiled, “uh yeah I fell flat on my face, right out the door. You see the movie had a ramp, but a ot of our ships don’t have ramps, they have doors because it would kind of be…. Impractical to have a whole ramp opening up into an airlock. So instead it had a door and stairs. And I got so excited that I missed the second stair and just fell.

“How accurate is the rest of the movie?”

He shrugged, still blushing, “They did make me look a little more… heroic, than I actually am. I mean there is a little known fact among members of the UNSC that doing a warp without a warp dampener like we did on the Enterprise was…. How shall we say… extremely hard on the body. About fifty percent of the men on the bridge peed themselves and passed out.”

There was laugher from the crowd.

“Were you part of the fifty percent?”

He snorted, “ I was nineteen of COURSE I was part of the fifty percent. Captain Kelly had a bladder of Iron though.”

More laughter.

“And when it came to meeting with aliens for the first time, I was so excited that I ran after them right….. Well as it turns out, to the aliens it looked really, really bad. Like they thought I was going to eat them.” More laughter, “We are still trying to repair human/Bran relations five years later because of me.”