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finnyboywolfhard · 3 years

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Shut Him Up

Richie Tozier x Reader

Aged up 5 years after fight with IT so they are 18 :)

summary: The Losers Club has a movie night and Richie doesn’t know how to shut up.

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 2.1k

Popcorn popped loudly in the vibrating microwave, Y/N maneuvered around the kitchen gathering the various snacks and drinks that the Loser’s requested. She grabbed a large bowl for the popcorn as a knock pounded against the door.

“Hold on!” Y/N dropped the hot bag and rushed over to the door, pulling it open with a huff, delighted to see Beverly Marsh behind the door. “Oh thank god it’s you.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Bev.

“You sure are happy to see me.”

“Because I know you’ll actually help me get everything set up and not just goof off. If Richie was the first one here one more time I was gonna go crazy.” Y/N explained as she walked to the kitchen, handing Bev a few bags of chips and a tray holding drinks. Y/N poured the popcorn in a bowl and grabbed the packages of candy from beside her and ushered for Bev to follow her through the corridor to her Living Room. They dropped the snacks onto the table. Y/N looked down to see she was still in her “nicer” clothes.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get changed real quick, open the door if any of them come.”

“I need you to know I’m gonna snoop.” Bev yelled out as Y/N began bounding up the stairs.

“You always do!” Y/N yelled back. Once inside her room, she rummaged through her drawers to find an old t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. She put on a pair of socks, grabbed a few blankets from her room and came back down to a room full of teenage boys. She looked around at how the chairs and couches filled up, to see that she was once again stranded on the loveseat with the chatterbox himself Richie Tozier.

“Hey Bev! I think you might have left something in my room last week, can you come with me for a sec?” Y/N yelled, just peering around the corner. All eyes looked at her.

“What did she forget?” Ben asked as Bev passed by him.

“A girl thing, there’s a reason I didn’t say what.”

“Oh so a Brassiere!” Richie said in the annoying British voice before switching back to his own. “You could have just said Y/N/N, we all know you both have tits.”

Y/N simply flipped him off and grabbed Bev’s hand to go upstairs. The two got inside Y/N’s room and Y/N just crossed her arms and looked at her.

“What? Why are you mad?”

“How the hell did I end up next to Richie AGAIN?”

“We practically have assigned seats at this point…” Bev said trying to play it off.

“Bullshit. Last week you sat in the La-Z-Boy with Bill and this week you’re on the big couch with Ben, Mike and Stan. What is up?” Y/N stared at Bev until she finally broke.

“Okay, he has a crush on you and is too scared to tell you so he keeps asking to sit next to you and showing up first.” Y/N’s jaw hung slack for a few moments before she snapped it shut and ran her hands through her hair. She collapsed backwards onto her bed.

“Beeeevvvvvv. This can’t be happening to me.”

“Oh please, like you don’t feel the same way.” Bev said grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her to sit up.

“What are you—“ Y/N looks at Bev who just cocks her head as if to ask ‘are you serious?’. “Fine, maybe I do. But he NEVER shuts up during movies. It ruins the experience.”

“Just ask him to stop, he’d do anything you ask, I’m sure of it.” Bev said. “Now, we have to get down there or else they’ll know this was definitely a lie.”

The two giggle as they leave the room and go back down the stairs. Y/N hip bumps Bev as Bev goes to her seat on the couch and Y/N puts in the movie.

“Kay Stanley, what did you bring us on this fine evening?” Y/N said as she glanced down at the CD.

“Forrest Gump. It was released in theaters a few months ago, the woman at Blockbuster said that it is a must see. It has Tom Hanks.”

“Oh that’s the dude on the poster in the Arcade!” Richie piped in.

“Yeah it is Richie! Doesn’t it have umm…the woman who played Princess Buttercup…umm Ro—“

“Robin Wright!” Stanley finished her thought. “Yeah it is, so you’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah my parents saw it, they loved it. I guess we’re in for a treat.” Y/N flashed her smile to the Loser’s as she tiptoed her way to beside Richie. She couldn’t help but notice that there was only one blanket on the seat.

“Hey guys? I thought I brought down a blanket for each of us?” Y/N looked around the room, the sound of previews playing. Her eyes finally landed on Bev, who had a curious smirk across her face.

“Oh…huh…when I was distributing them there was only seven…I guess you didn’t.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another.” Before she could leave, Richie grabbed a hold of her hand.

“Don’t worry about that, just take this one. I don’t get cold.”

“Yeah, okay, sure. We all know that’s true.” Y/N said sarcastically, dropping onto the seat. The movie had only been playing for about 15 minutes and Y/N swore that Richie was leaning over and whispering something for 14 minutes of it.

“Psst…Y/N/N…” Richie leaned over to whisper once more.

“What?!” Y/N whispered back with force.

“I actually am cold, can we share?” She looked over, he was giving her puppy dog eyes and her hard exterior was being broken with each second she held eye contact.

“Fine.” She untucked the blanked from under her and threw it across Richie’s Lap. She had to scoot closer in order for the blanket to comfortably cover them both.

“Oooh, awfully close there sweetheart. It’s almost like you like me or some shit.” Richie teased. Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept her focus onto the movie. The blanket and close proximity kept Richie quiet for a bit, but not too long.

“Y/N/N.”

“Richie, please, can you just shut the fuck up?” Y/N/N plead to him in a whisper. She looked toward him, unaware of how close they were, as their noses nearly grazed. Richie took in a breath.

“Make me.” He said, softening his frame. Y/N didn’t know what took over her. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to actually watch the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she’s had a crush on Richie for the past two years. Maybe she’s using it as ammunition against his crush. She didn’t know for certain, but she leaned forward and kissed Richie. At first gently--longingly. But then she pulled his head closer to her for a more passionate kiss for a few seconds and then she pulled back. She sat back firmly against the couch. Richie sat dazed for a second, glancing between Y/N and his own lap before sitting back just as Y/N did.

The credits began to roll when Mike leaned over and flicked on the lamp in the room. Everyone did the usual stretching and readjusting to light. Stan and Eddie started to small talk about the movie but their attention was piqued by Bev.

“Y/N, did you break Richie?” Bev asked, looking towards the boy who was sitting back against the loveseat, with love struck eyes and a confused look across his face. Every so often he would just look over towards Y/N and then immediately just back to his lap. Y/N glanced over for the first time since and giggled to herself a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said just for the ruse.

“Look at him! He’s like…glazed over.” Eddie said flailing at the boy sitting there.

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard him in like 45 minutes, that’s not normal.” Stanley agreed. Suddenly, Richie snaps out of his daze and cockily turns to Y/N.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Show them what you did to me.” Richie smirked in the cockiest way he ever has. As much as she hated it, she kinda loved it too.

“Fine, I will.” Y/N declared in the same tone, making glaring eye contact as she pulled Richie in for a kiss. It lasted for a few moments before they pulled apart. They looked at each other for a few moments.

“What just happened?” Mike said blankly bursting the bubble the two were in.

“That was so…” Eddie pauses to gag. “So fucking nasty.”

“Wow thank you Eds for those touching words.” Y/N sarcastically said.

“Are you gonna explain or are we just gonna sit here?” Bev asked.

“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the movie so I asked him to, and he said ‘make me’, so I kissed him. It worked.” She said, maintaining eye contact with Bev, who then started to giggle. Richie’s eyes moved between the two girls, piecing things together.

“Fuck you Bev. You fucking told her.” Richie said standing up angrily, gathering his stuff up, clearly about to storm out.

“Richie I—“Bev started to answer.

“I don’t want to hear it. You both embarrassed me, I…I gotta go.” Richie tried to get past Bill and Mike who had now formed a barrier in front of the door.

“R-R-R-Richie, just listen to th-th-them.” Bill said.

“Why should I?” Richie said. Y/N nervously stood from the love seat and turned to face the doorway.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking in love with me?” Richie asked shocked.

“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” Y/N laced her hands through Richie’s and pulls him up the stairs. She slinks through her door and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her for Richie. He sits down, and starts wringing his hands. The silence is deafening. “Hey.” She said as she leans to bump into him.

“Y/N/N…” he said dishearteningly. As she looked at him, her gut told her to just say ‘Fuck it’.

“Richie I have had a crush on you since that day two years ago when you found me crying in the clubhouse. You just sat and listened to me, and you made me feel so…safe. It was a side of you I had never seen before. And I liked it. And then suddenly I started liking everything. Except for when you talk through movies, but everything else.” She giggled, and looked at him. She loved the way his curls framed his face and the way his brown eyes still sparkled unlike any other. She loved the way sometimes his mouth looked too big for his face. She loved the way he would overcompensate with his jokes. She loved the way he would tease and treat all of the Losers the same way, and that he cared about spending time with each and every single one of them. He was so loyal, and funny, and handsome, and he was just so utterly Richie.

“You were even pretty when you were crying.” Richie joked back. “I’ve liked you since after the fight with IT, when you asked me if I was okay. No one ever asks me that. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on to this whole fucking crush thing sooner.”

“I’m surprised you were such a pussy and didn’t make the first move.” Y/N responded back.

“Ouch, Y/N, getting me right where it hurts.” Richie pretending to stab himself through the heart and fell back onto the bed. He pulled a dead face, only for a second before he opened one eye and turned to her to see her reaction. Through breathy laughs, she leaned down to hover over the boy. His hand found a base at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. It started off sweet and soft but as they realized the position they were in, Y/N flipped her leg over his waist in order to straddle him. The kiss began to pick up speed and passion. The two started to really get into it, only to be cut off by the Losers slamming the door open.

“Oh gross! You guys! We were right down stairs!” Eddie shrieked. Y/N climbed off of Richie.

“As if I would fuck him the very first night we’re dating.”

“We’re dAting?” Richie’s voice cracked with excitement. Y/N turned to him, gave him a peck and a smiley nod yes. “Oh Fuck yeah!”

“Does this mean we’re gonna find y’all making out during movie nights now?”

“God no!”-- “Hell yeah!” Richie and Y/N responded in unison, there were definitely a few things they still needed to work out, but they were happier than ever before.

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 5

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, House Map

Summary: Movie theater, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and the county fair

“We can come back to get the rest. I don’t understand why you’re doing that.”

Wanda watches you struggle trying to carry everything you brought from the store but two bags that Wanda herself is carrying.

“Because, my young Padawanda, it is one of the most important rules of the Jedi Code. One must never make a second trip to the car lest he be a nerd.”

“Oh my gosh! Have you seen Star Wars?” You and Wanda turn your heads towards the porch where Sam and Peter reside. Peter runs down to you in excitement. “Which ones have you seen?”

“Only like all of them!” you answer, just as excited as Peter to have someone else here who likes the movies. Laura finds them boring, Clint thinks they’re too long, and Nat says she’s not a child. You tried watching them with Cooper and Lila but they fell asleep halfway through. So no one can blame you for getting excited. Unfortunately, the little bounce that accompanied your answer causes a few things to slip from your arms, but Peter, given his incredible reflexes, catches them all before they touch the ground. “The force is strong with this one,” you tell him.

“And a second trip is what makes you a nerd.” Sam mumbles under his breath on his way over to help by taking the bags from Wanda. “What’s on your neck?” He asks her. Her hand flies up to her neck only to find it sticky.

“It’s what happens when you mess with a Jedi,” you answer for her in a silly voice making Peter laugh. You also make Wanda blush as she recalls how it happened, but you don’t see this since you and Peter are already making your way to the house. Sam, however, does notice Wanda’s face and recognizes that look, leaving him stumped. Wanda only snaps out of her trance when the door closes behind you and Peter.

“I don’t get it,” he says to Wanda. “What is it about her? Is it the confidently flirty but still kind of geeky thing that does it for you ladies?”

Wanda, embarrassed at being caught, heads to the house ignoring Sam’s questions. She can still hear him as he yells after, “Don’t walk away! I need to know if nerds are the thing now!”

Sam catches her in the kitchen along with you and Peter putting things you bought where they’re meant. Instead of asking Wanda anything, he turns his questions to you and Peter, who you all find out has a girlfriend now. Sam guesses his “nerds are in” theory correct based on that and soon he is agreeing to watch Star Wars with you, Peter, and Wanda. He threw Wanda a subtle wink when neither you nor Peter were looking as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ for including her in those plans. Clint, coming in from the side door, catches the ending of that conversation and groans.

“No! Laura! Peter and Y/N found an interest they can both be annoying about,” he goes to complain to his wife. Later though, he as well as everyone else joins you to watch the movie. You and Peter thoroughly answer all of Sam and Pietro’s questions and hush everyone at your favorite parts, mouthing the lines along with the scene. Wanda ends up not watching the movie anymore but watching you and she begins to wonder if maybe Sam was right.

***

“How much longer?” you find yourself asking the next morning trying not to sound as out of breath as you are. You’ve been jogging for you don’t know how long now but it feels way longer than what Nat had promised it would be when she woke you up at six in the morning.

“Another mile,” she answers, no sign of struggle in her voice as if this is a cakewalk. You suppose it is for her since she’s had to slow down numerous times for you to catch up.

“Another mile?!”

“Hey, you said you would keep up today,” Nat reminds you.

“You know you can’t trust anything I say during my haven’t-had-caffeine-yet hours. Don’t I get points for trying?”

“Like your little green friend says, ‘Do or do not, there is no try’,” Nat retorts.

“I knew you were paying attention last night!” You increase your pace to jog beside her. “You can act too tough to like Star Wars all you want around everyone else, but I’ll always know the truth.” You can see her shake her head from the corner of your eye. You don’t say anything for a moment, but being one who cannot let the quiet linger too long, as Tanya would attest to, you speak up. “So, how’s your little green friend doing?”

You turn your head for a second to show Nat you were genuinely looking for an answer and in the next she’s practically running away from you. She went fast but not quick enough for you to miss the little redness creeping up on her cheeks. You have never in your years of knowing her seen her blush before. You have seen her sweat after a sparring match with Clint, get a bit of a sunburn, and get so angry she looked like she would pop a vein, but not one of those times were her cheeks turning a rosy color. Aww, Romanov’s in love. Once you’ve come to that conclusion, you go to tease her. Wait, where did she go?

“You asshole!” You yell at Nat who you finally find casually leaning on the car door watching you storm up to her. It took you an hour to find the car after losing the trail you were on trying to find Natasha. She doesn’t even flinch as she reaches over and pulls a twig out of your hair. “What happened to you?”

“You left me!” You huffed, walking around to the passenger side while Nat got in the driver seat unfazed. Truth be told, after 30 minutes without any sign of Nat, you thought she was putting you through some kind of test. You were getting paranoid, so it’s not surprising you took a tumble when you swiftly tried to avoid an attack from what turned out to be a squirrel running up a tree. But you’ll just keep that to yourself forever.

You head straight to the shower when you get to the house ignoring the morning greetings from those you pass on the way. “What’s up with her?” Sam asks Nat in the living room. “She hasn’t had her caffeine yet.”

You let the shower wash away your moodiness which, you can admit to yourself alone, stemmed for the most part from embarrassing yourself. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen ready to eat whatever everyone had for breakfast, but come up empty. You guess they’d finished all of it if the plates and pan left out to dry say anything. You open the fridge looking for something to eat. Maybe there is something in there you can heat up. Unlike Laura, Wanda, and self proclaimed chef Pietro, you cannot cook to save your life.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” Speak of the devil. Maybe he can make you something? You know all it would take is some batting of the eyelashes and a compliment. No, Wanda said no. But there is nothing in the fridge to heat up and you were hungry. Wanda would surely understand it was for the greater good, right? Already breaking the first rule, I see.

Caught red handed, you look over Pietro’s shoulder to see Wanda walking into the kitchen to join you two. She’s raising her eyebrows at you waiting for an answer.

“Okay, new rule,” you say. Pietro is confused at what he assumes is your response until he sees that you aren’t talking to him. “No more reading my mind,” you say sternly, pointing at Wanda.

Pietro smirks. “Yeah, I don’t need you to hear what goes on Y/N’s mind when she is thinking about me,” he says to Wanda. Both you and Wanda roll your eyes. “Sam is asking for you outside,” is all she says to him and off he goes with a groan.You groan as well, the chance of getting someone to make you food leaving with him.

“You could have just asked me, you know?” Wanda says, leaning against the sink.

“I thought I said no mind reading,” you remind her. She chuckles when you close the refrigerator door and hit your head against it in defeat.

“I wasn’t,” she defends. “I was serious when I said he can’t cook. I may have saved you from food poisoning.”

“Maybe, but I would have been full and happy for a moment. Since you chased away my shot at food, I think you should make it up to me by making me some breakfast,” you try, leaning against the fridge.

“Oh? I should, should I?” You nod confidently thinking it might just work, but she tears that thought away when she continues, “Cause I remember you still needing to make it up to me when you didn’t buy the ice creams.”

You frown, “I thought you’d forgotten about that.” She smiles, with nose scrunch and all, shaking her head. “Fine, you want to go to the fair? I’ll take you to the fair tomorrow!”

“A fair? I want to go!” you hear Cooper shout. He is coming in through the back door with Lila who looks just as excited and with Nat who does not. You ignore Nat’s face when you tell Cooper that you can all go to the fair. He and Lila run off in excitement to tell the others. Nat glares at you as she takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“See,” you turn to Wanda. “Now I have to take you for sure. Make me some food now, please,” you beg her, drawing out the word please. She squints her eyes like she’s thinking about it and then, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you,” you throw her a huge smile at which Wanda rolls her eyes.

“But if you are going to be here,” she says pushing you away from the fridge, “you are going to help. You’ve got to learn how to cook for yourself.” And you do just that. You nod along intently listening to all her instructions, not wanting to miss a thing. Sometimes you’d interrupt to make a joke and when one is about her brother, she playfully punches you. You are so immersed in your little bubble, you forget Nat is not too far away watching your interaction with curiosity. She has you try the food first and you could almost moan. You notice a blush creeping up on Wanda’s face and suddenly she’s avoiding your eyes.The food is so good and you were so hungry that maybe you did let out a little noise of satisfaction. Before you could say anything, another voice interrupts, “What’s this I hear about a fair?”

You turn slowly recognizing the tone your cousin uses. It’s the who-made-these-plans-without-asking-me-first tone. You smile at Laura, mouth full of food. You see Nat point at you but Laura was already looking at you. “Yeah, I think she knows it was me, Natasha.”

***

A few uneventful hours go by and you are bored out of your mind. You have a sudden urge to go out seeing as the sun was still shining. You pull out your phone having an idea of what to do to kill some time. You scroll through your phone to see what movies are playing at the only movie theater in town. You see that the next showing is for a horror movie.

“Do you like scary movies?” you turn to the group playing Uno in the living room. Pietro gets up in excitement when you mention going to the movie theater. Sam agrees to come as well and drags Peter out the door when Peter wants to stay claiming it’s to keep the kids company. You are about to head out with everyone but you notice Wanda still sitting on the couch. You wait for her to get up when Pietro says, “Yeah, good luck with that. She’s too chicken to watch scary movies.”

Wanda, offended, gets up quickly from the couch, “Am not. I just think they’re boring.”

“Sure,” Pietro chuckles as he heads out the door.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” you tell her. You think she is going to stay, but she starts heading out the door to the car.

“You sure that’s not enough butter, Y/N?” Peter asks you when he sees how much butter he’s already put in the bucket at your insistence. He can feel some of it through the bucket already.

“Fine, that’s good. You grab some napkins. I’ll hold the bucket,” you tell him after you see his eyebrows scrunch. You all go to the designated room and pick a row to sit in having pretty much any seat you want since it was practically empty. You sit down next to Peter and notice Pietro’s eyes falling to the empty seat on your other side. He aims to sit next to you but his sister who was sitting next to Peter before beats him to it. He throws her a confused look as he shuffles his way down to sit in her abandoned seat. “Real subtle there, Wanda,” you say, amused more than anything.

“I can see the screen better from here.” You let her bad excuse slide and turn to the screen as the movie begins to play. Between you, Peter, and Pietro, the popcorn is gone in record time. The jumpscares begin halfway through the movie. Peter holds the empty bucket as a safety blanket which you find adorable. You don’t even know if Wanda is watching the movie. She’s got her eyes somewhat hidden behind her fingers. You want to tease her, so you reach to take her fingers away from her face, but another jumpscare happens and she takes your hand in her free one. You feel her squeeze the life out of your hand in anticipation of another jumpscare.

Your palm begins to sweat and you start to feel uncomfortable with all the butter on your fingers, so you slip your hand out from hers. She turns to you in question. “Sorry, my hand’s full of butter,” you whisper. She reaches over you to ask Peter something. Without a word, she leans back in her seat with napkins in her hand and cleans all the butter off your hand before taking it in hers once more, this time interlacing your fingers. She turns her focus back to the movie. You feel you should just do the same, so you follow her actions. You let her hold your hand for the rest of the movie until the lights come back up.

Wanda shouldn’t have watched that movie. It is much too dark in the bedroom. It is much too quiet. She can hear Nat’s soft breathing from beside her. The silhouettes of various items around the room are creeping her out. She doesn’t think she is going to be sleeping any time soon. Maybe some tea will help. She gets up quietly trying not to wake Nat, but when she’s at the door, Nat asks, “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” Wanda lies easily. She’d rather not let Nat know that she couldn’t sleep because of some scary movie. What kind of superhero would that make her? As she heads downstairs, she wonders if you were still awake. She turns down the hallway to peek into the living room and sure enough you were still awake watching television. She walks over to you behind the couch. “What are you watching?” she asks. You feel your soul leave your body not having heard her approach. She giggles as she walks around to sit next to you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, just warn a girl next time.” She turns her attention to the show. “It’s Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It’s really good. I used to watch it with Laura when she would babysit while my mom was at work. Some of the jokes I wouldn’t even understand but I’d laugh ‘cause she was laughing,” you reminisce.

“You and her are very close.”

“Yeah, well, she’s practically the only family I have. My mom passed not so long ago and seeing as there was never a dad in my family picture, my aunt and uncle took me in. I don’t have any siblings and neither does Laura so, she’s kind of it.” You add, “Well, apart from Clint, Nat, and the kids of course.”

Another two scenes go by on the show before you ask, “Did you have a nightmare or could you not fall asleep?”

Wanda looks down embarrassed so you add, “I promise I’m not teasing. I’m just asking.”

“I couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet and dark and Natasha was already asleep, so I thought I would come down here,” she replies.

“Oh, so you thought I would definitely put you to sleep. Wow, I don’t see how this friendship is going to work if you think I bore you to sleep,” you tease. Upon seeing her tired smile, you take pity and pat your thighs and gesture for her to lie down. “Come here.”

When she lays her head on your lap, you begin running your fingers through her hair. You hear her yawn and a few minutes later you find her sound asleep. Careful not to wake her, you reach over to the blanket you were meant to use on you and throw it over her body instead. Another two episodes play before you fall asleep.

***

You wake up once again with a sore neck and you feel that your body might be as well, but when you remember the reason, you don’t find it in yourself to complain. You look around prepared to see Nat in gym clothes holding a coffee cup but you find the living room empty apart from you and Wanda. You look out the window and see the sun is barely about to rise. Surprised to have woken up before anyone else, you decide to make the most of it but you are quickly sidetracked getting distracted by Wanda’s sleeping form. “I can feel you staring,” she says, her voice husky which you try hard not to find attractive. She turns her head to look up at you with sleepy eyes. “Friends don’t do that.”

“I was not staring. I was admiring,” you respond. “And friends can admire their friends.”

“Well mine don’t the way you do.”

“Ain’t that a shame.” You boop her nose with your finger making her scrunch her nose.

“They do, however, let me sleep,” she jokes. She turns her head back as if she was to go back to sleep and you decide this might be the best time to get up. You gently lift her head from your lap and swivel your body off the couch. “Where are you going?” she whines, when you place a pillow under her head.

“I am going to wake Nat up for once in my life,” you reply with determination. You stretch and shake your legs trying to get the feeling back in them.

“Good luck with that,” is the last thing Wanda says before closing her eyes and going back to sleep. You head to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and then make your way upstairs. Luckily, the door was left open so you don’t make any noise on your way in. You tiptoed your way to Natasha and bent down so your face was eye level to hers. You honestly can’t believe you’ve made it this far since she is the lightest sleeper. This is the spy they chose for the Avengers? You giggle to yourself imagining the face Nat is going to make when you scare her. Oh, if they could see her now…they would be satisfied with their choice, you think as you try to choke out, “Uncle. Uncle.” Nat somehow has you in a choke hold and you are tapping furiously on her arm. Once she realizes it’s you she lets go.

“Y/N, what the hell! I could have hurt you!” she yells at you as you’re coughing. You stare at her unbelievably, rubbing at your neck, and once you can speak again you say, “Then what was this to you? Some light foreplay?”

Once you both settle down, she realizes you were up before her. You take some exercise attire out for yourself from your luggage. You might not like to exercise but gym clothes are sure comfy to lie around in. “You gotta keep up, Natasha. You don’t want the boss man to catch you slacking. Oh, I’m also making coffee so don’t worry about that.”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing. You smile in turn. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ll catch you downstairs.”

You leave her to change and head downstairs with your clothes. You go to the kitchen first and make two cups of coffee. Then you go to the restroom to change. After she finishes changing, Nat goes to the kitchen and sees you were not kidding. Natasha takes her cup of coffee to the living room as she always does and finds Wanda asleep on the couch. She sighs as things start adding up. She guesses this is the reason for the lack of a grumpy attitude from you so early in the morning. She wants to say something but Nat would rather take a motivated Y/N over Y/N complaining every five minutes on their hike. So, she doesn’t say anything for now.

You actually keep up with Nat this time and to top it off you don’t talk too much like you always do. Nat thinks it’s because you're in a good mood giving you motivation, but the reason for keeping her pace and keeping quiet is your fear she’ll leave you again if you say something to set her off and lose her like yesterday. Nat even goes as far as giving you a compliment at the end. Well, semi-compliment, but her “Not too bad, Y/N”s are few and far between so you return to the house feeling proud of yourself.

This time you’re the one saying good morning to everyone when you enter. You see a few of them still eating breakfast in the kitchen. You hope there will still be leftovers by the time you come back down after showering. Knowing how some of the guys eat, it is going to have to be a quick shower. Laura sees you eyeing the food and says, “Don’t worry, we saved you a plate.” And here you thought Wanda was the mind reader. “Wanda told us you were grumpy yesterday from not catching breakfast so we made sure to make more.” That explains it. You smile, happy someone kept you in mind. Now you can shower in peace. You thank her and head upstairs.

“You saw that, right?” Laura turns to Clint and Nat who walked in not too long before you left.

“She’s been like that all morning. Not one ‘Are we done yet?’ or ‘Why do you hate me, Natasha?’ on our hike,” Nat replies in a hushed tone as if it’s so unlike you to be agreeable in the morning.

“Do you think it has anything to do with a certain somebody?” Laura felt the need to ask.

“Well she didn’t just find a love for exercise,” Nat sarcastically says.

Clint sighs, “Do you think we have to talk to her again?”

Nat goes to respond, but Laura cuts off whatever Nat was going to say, “No, if anyone is going to talk to her, it’s me. And it’s not going to be some crappy ‘no dating’ rule type of conversation. You two are great when it comes to getting someone to talk with your intimidation, but save that for your job, which speaking of, Wanda is your coworker, so you may want to talk to her as well if you had to talk to Y/N because last I remember it takes two to tango.”

Nat and Clint stare at Laura in shock, embarrassment and guilt rightfully taking over their bodies. “Are we clear?” Laura asks them though it’s more of a statement leaving no room for argument.

“Yes.” “Yeah.”

Upstairs, you make your way to the guest room to grab some clothes. Wanda is sitting on the bed reading her book. She is still dressed in her pyjamas, which makes you smile. The sound of her turning the page shakes you from your thoughts and saves you from staring a bit too long. Wanda smirks without bothering to look away from her book and you know she caught you.

“Morning, I’m just gonna get some clothes,” you explain as you move to where your bag is. Wanda speaks up while you zip your duffle closed, “I’m sorry for bothering you last night.”

“Come on, Wanda. You could never be a bother,” you say sincerely, giving her a smile that she shyly returns. “Alright, the shower is calling my name.”

“Yeah, I can hear it screaming,” she jokes and laughs when you take mock offense, “Hey!” She goes back to reading when she sees you heading out the door but you call her attention once more, “Oh! Thanks for telling them to save me a plate.”

“Of course,” she replies like it wasn’t even worth mentioning. You nod at her and then go to shower, closing the guest room door behind you.

A few seconds later, the door opens up again and Wanda amusedly says, her eyes never straying from the page she’s reading, “Did the shower call the wrong name?”

“No, it was definitely calling Y/N’s and mine too, I’m sure, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Wanda’s head diverts to the door at Nat’s voice.

“And you needed back up for it?” Wanda looks over to Clint who awkwardly stands behind Nat.

Clint clears his throat, “Well it was only fair if Y/N got both of us, you did too.”

Wanda straightens her posture as she places her book beside her. “Ah, so this is about Y/N. I had a feeling.”

Nat and Clint come into the room, Clint closing the door behind him. Nat goes to sit on the end of the bed and Clint stands behind her. “Look, we were wrong to tell Y/N what to do or rather not do. She is an adult and has the right to do whatever she wants, but you have to understand she’s someone who tends to get ahead of herself and we didn’t- we don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Nat starts.

“So you’re saying she is getting ahead of herself with me? That what? Come two weeks, she’ll realize she doesn’t want me?” Wanda starts to get visibly upset.

“No, that’s not what-” Clint tries to speak but Wanda is not done talking. “Even if that was the case, it would be her choice. It would be my choice.”

“Wanda, you are not going to be here in two weeks. You are not going to be here in a few days,” Natasha calmly says trying to reason. “Look, we love Y/N, okay? But she often finds herself making mistakes-”

“So I would just be another mistake?

“No, you would be a dangerous one,” Nat says trying to get something through to Wanda.

“I would never hurt her.”

“No, maybe not intentionally,” Nat continues, and when Wanda looks like she is going to argue, Clint interrupts, “Wanda, just let her finish.” Wanda takes a breath to calm herself down and then nods for Natasha to carry on.

“Being in our lives more than she has to could get her hurt. Even this morning, I hurt her when she was probably just trying to play some stupid prank. Being around us is dangerous. Why do you think Clint kept all this a secret,” Nat motions around the room. “Why do you think I was so upset about her and Yelena? Why do you think we haven’t said anything to Y/N before? Those other girls aren’t you. Those other girls aren’t Yelena. I don’t even know where she is right now. We live different lives. Say things do work out with Y/N. Much like I don’t know where my sister is, there will be times she won’t have a clue where you are or if you’re okay. When Clint and I say we don’t want anyone to get hurt, it goes both ways.”

“Wan, have you seen my blue shirt with the buttons?” Pietro storms into the room like a man on a mission, not even bothering to acknowledge Nat and Clint are in the room as well. “I know I packed it.” Not until he reads the hurt in Wanda’s eyes does he read the room and like the protective sibling he is, he is quick to get defensive. “What’s happening here?”

Her brother’s interruption could not have come at a better time. Wanda didn’t know how to respond to Nat’s explanation. She was feeling herself choke up, Vision’s voice springing in her head again. She’s happy to have Pietro here so willing to jump in to defend her but she doesn’t want to drag him into it, so she clears her throat and says, “Nothing. We were just talking.” He still looks unsure, so she gets up from the bed and offers, “I’ll help you look for it.” Her eyes plead for him to let it go. Luckily, he does and heads out the door. Clint and Nat watch Pietro leave and Wanda stop by the door. “You don’t have to worry. Y/N made it clear to me that we’re just friends,” she says in defeat, then turns to follow her brother.

“Well, that went well,” Clint says sarcastically.

Wanda spends the next two hours helping Sam, Peter, and Pietro get ready. She helps Sam pick an outfit first seeing as he was the first to shower. She has to pry one of Peter’s t-shirts from his hands saying he’s twice Peter’s size and he cannot pull the nerdy look. She helps Peter next. It’s mostly just styling his hair he needs help with. At last she helps her brother after having knocked on the bathroom door four different times telling him to hurry up.

“How does the one with superspeed take an hour in the shower?” Sam asks rhetorically. Sam, Wanda, and Peter are on the bed in Cooper’s room watching Pietro straighten out his shirt.

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” Pietro says as he fixes his collar. All three of them nearly roll their eyes. “Do you think Y/N will like this shirt?”

“Yeah, if it was on Wanda, maybe,” Sam snorts. Peter holds back a chuckle while Wanda tries not to react.

“You look nice,” Wanda says, not wanting to tear down her brother’s confidence. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the closed door when someone knocks. They hear you ask if you can come in. Pietro responds, “One second.” He goes to lean against Cooper’s desk casually and all three on the bed try really hard not to laugh. Peter has to shove his face in a pillow. “Okay, come in.”

You let yourself into the room, your eyes falling on Wanda immediately. “Not that you don’t look nice in them, but do you really plan on wearing your pjs to the fair?” you tease her. “I mean, you’ll for sure be turning heads, if that’s the plan.”

She replies, “I was waiting on the shower. Someone was taking their time.” She points her head in Pietro’s direction who gives you a nod in acknowledgement and a “‘sup?” Sam’s mouth forms a line trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Peter’s face stays hidden behind the pillow but you can see from the side of his neck his face was getting red. You feel like you walked in at the wrong time given everyone’s behavior. You tell Wanda, “You might want to hurry. Clint says we’re leaving soon.” With that you turn to leave wondering what you had walked in on.

When you shut the door, everyone in Cooper’s room excluding Pietro bursts out laughing.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam asks between fits of laughter.

Peter gets up and leans against the desk to mimic Pietro, “‘Sup?” Everyone laughs again, Pietro leaning over to slap Peter in the back of the head.

***

They take the family car and Nat’s car to the fair. Sam and Peter ride with Nat while the rest of you ride with Clint driving. As you wait in line to buy tickets, you lean over Wanda’s shoulder, who is standing right in front of you with her back to you, and say “I meant to say this earlier but you look nice.”

She smiles and then turns around to face you as you take a step back. She jokes, “I thought I looked good in my pyjamas but someone implied it wasn’t appropriate for the fair.”

“Oh definitely not appropriate. It was way too sexy. We couldn’t have that around the children,” you reply making her giggle.

“You don’t look too bad either,” she returns the earlier compliment, taking in your outfit as you shuffle forward with the rest of the line. “Your outfit is very nice.”

“Oh, this. I just threw it together.” No, you didn’t. You took your time with it. “But thanks,” you wave her off. When you reach the ticket stand, you rush in front of Clint to pay for yours, Wanda’s, Laura’s, Nat’s, and the kids’ tickets. You explain to him when you are all walking together that you kind of owed Wanda for something and you were the one who promised to take the kids here much to Nat and Laura’s displeasure so you kind of owed them too.

You make it inside the fairgrounds. A giant banner that reads “WESTVIEW COUNTY FAIR!” greets you overhead. Everyone gets excited upon seeing the banner and all the lights in the background. Well, everyone but Nat and Laura, Nat not ever a big fan of fairs and Laura not a fan of taking care of kids at a fair. Out of all the lights shining on the fairgrounds, your favorite is the one shining through Wanda’s eyes as she takes everything in with wonder.

“So what do you want to do first?” you ask her.

She turns to you and almost looks embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to a fair.”

“What?” you ask in shock. She shrugs not knowing what else she could say. “Well, it’s settled then. We are not leaving until you get the whole experience. Let’s go buy some wristbands for the rides. We are going on every single one.” Her eyes widen and the wonder in them from earlier shifts into nervousness. “It’ll be fun, come on,” you reassure as you drag her to another line, leaving everyone else behind.

You and Wanda get on every ride but the ferris wheel telling her you have to leave that one for last. You even ride some twice, but you get hungry and ask Wanda if she wants to eat yet. She agrees that she could take a break for food. You try various things the fair offers wanting Wanda to try everything. “You Americans like to fry anything you can,” she comments as she takes another bite of her fried oreo. She hums as she finishes it off. “I understand why,” she says, making you laugh.

You spot Laura and Nat sitting at a table near the stage where some band is playing music. You and Wanda head on over. Soon everyone regroups there, finishing off the food they bought and watching people dance. Clint pulls Laura to dance with him. You all sit at the table watching them with a smile when someone obstructs your view of them. You look up to see a tall guy in a black cowboy hat smiling down at Wanda beside you offering his hand out asking her to dance. She looks at you, unsure of what to say. You give her a smile that admittedly took you a second to form and nod encouragingly for her to accept. She smiles politely at him and takes his hand. You watch them dance, your eyes only ever straying when you see Wanda going to look at you. You watch when he leans down to tell her something in her ear and she laughs. You wonder what he told her that was so funny. Your eyes roam over him. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He has a nice face, good posture. You note he is also respectful with his hand placement when dancing, so you can appreciate that. It seems like Westview County has their own Steve Rodgers. The thought bugs you.

Someone blocks your view once again, only this time you are kind of thankful for it. You look up to see Pietro asking you to dance. “Why not?” you say, wanting to do anything rather than stare at Wanda dancing with some guy. He pulls you to the dance floor. You enjoy your time dancing with Pietro though you get dizzy from how quickly he spins you. You’re a little disappointed your dance is cut short when Lila taps your arm asking if she can dance with Pietro. You smile at her saying of course she can. With your distraction gone to dance with Lila, your eyes search for Wanda once more but you cannot seem to find her. You feel someone grab your hand and you are spun into that someone’s arms. Your eyes fall to familiar green ones and you smile, “Smooth moves, Maximoff.”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile as she starts to sway with you to the music. “You let me dance with a stranger.”

“You’re dancing with me now and we were strangers not so long ago,” you rebuttal.

“But at least we know each other’s names.”

“Did you not get his name?” you ask.

“I never asked for it,” Wanda returns simply, shrugging. You find it hard to believe that his name never came up so you say, “That was a lot of talking for him to not have given you a name.”

“You saw us talking? I would not have guessed you were paying attention. Every time I looked at you, you turned to look away,” she teases you.

You swallow, choking on the embarrassment of getting caught. “Doesn’t matter. His name’s probably Brad or something. He looks like a Brad.”

She laughs then catching on to your tone she asks, “Y/N, are you jealous?”

“What? Me, jealous?” you ask, astonished. She nods, smiling like she has her answer. “Wanda, I could never be jealous of some Brad. Dance with a Marcus and then maybe, but a Brad? Pfft. No.”

She just laughs and pulls you closer. You let yourself go and dance with her until whatever song the band is playing ends. “Let’s go play some games. I feel like shooting something,” you say, making her laugh loudly.

Everyone decides to play with you as well so you all head over to the different stands. Nat wins the shooting game, Clint coming in close. He wins the popping the balloons with darts game. They give their prizes to Cooper and Lila. Peter and Sam spend some time with the hammer and bell game; Peter hitting the bell every time garners some attention especially from some girls which frustrates Sam. Pietro wins a fish when he plays ring toss. It seems like everyone but you has been winning something. Even Wanda won a stuffed panda she gave to Lila after playing a water shooting game. You were getting frustrated trying to knock some blocks off a stool. You’ve spent a good $20 on this game already. Wanda catching your frustration decides to help you out. When you are down to your last ball, you try your best to focus and throw the ball. Two of the three blocks fall down. The last one is teetering on the edge. You think you’ve lost but a second later it falls over. You shout with glee. You ask the attendant for the keychain that has the letter W on it.

Wanda watches you with a smile as you approach her. “Thank you for that,” you say, and when she tries to play naive, you continue, “I know you knocked the last block.”

She gives you a sheepish smile. You hold out the keychain to her. “I figure this only rightfully belongs to you. May it proudly hold your keys until you lose it.” She tries to say no but you take her wrist and place the keychain in the palm of her hand. “It has your initial. You have to keep it.”

“I’m pretty sure the W is for Westview County,” she counters.

“A happy coincidence.” You don’t take no for an answer and she finally smiles and thanks you, putting her new keychain away so she doesn’t lose it. You look around to see the others still distracted with the games but you also catch your cousin yawn. You know this means you’re leaving soon so you grab Wanda’s hand and head over to the line for the ferris wheel.

You thank the attendant when he checks you have your belt on and pulls the bar to your lap. The wheel starts turning and when you are midway to the top, it shakes a little as two people get on the final empty cart. The shaking makes Wanda nervous. She grabs your hand almost protectively as her posture turns into one that looks ready for a fight. You turn your palm over to interlace your fingers and rub your thumb on her hand to try to soothe her nerves. “Hey, it’s okay,” you say. She turns to you and you see her irises are red. “They always do this. We’re okay. Just don’t rock the cart and we’ll be good.”

She takes a breath willing herself to relax. The red in her irises fade back to her green. She sits back and the ferris wheel moves again, this time not stopping for people to get on. You keep holding her hand squeezing it from time to time in reassurance. You can see Clint and everyone from the ferris wheel and point them out to Wanda. The only ones to see you are the kids who wave to you. You wave back.

“Do you come to the fair every year?” Wanda asks.

“Pretty much. There’s not much else to do,” you shrug. She ponders this for a moment and then, “So you’ve brought dates to the fair before, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah?” You say more like a question wondering where she was going with this.

“In the movies, people on dates always kiss on the ferris wheel. Did you kiss them?”

“Wanda,” you say her name but it comes out more like a warning.

“Sorry, I was just wondering,” she mutters, then turns to look back at the fairgrounds.

“No, I didn’t.” You answer sincerely. She looks back at you. You explain, “The two other people I’ve taken to the fair on a date were too afraid to get on the ferris wheel.”

“You said ‘other’,” she says smiling at you.

You look at her confused. “What?”

“You said ‘the two other people’ meaning other than me. So is this date?” she raises an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face.

“A friendly date,” you say, making her frown. She huffs in defeat letting go of your hand and hold the lap bar instead. The night had been going so well, you didn’t want this one thing to ruin it, so without letting yourself think it over, you wait until you get to the top of the ferris wheel. You lean into her space and look her in the eye to show her you are serious when you say, “Don’t tell Nat or Clint.” She looks confused but the confusion quickly turns into a pleasant surprise when you gently grab her face and lean in to kiss her. It doesn’t last long enough to give her a chance to kiss you back. You pull back with a cheeky smile and say, “I did promise the whole experience.”

The kiss may have ended too quickly for Wanda but it was long enough for a few people to catch it. One of them being your cousin whose kids were pointing to you and Wanda on the ferris wheel in excitement. She just shook her head in amusement when she saw you kiss Wanda. The other person to catch you was Wanda’s brother who, when seeing you kiss his sister, just whines, “No, Y/N.”

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I'm sorry this took so long. I got sidetracked and then when I started I got stuck and in my true fashion, once I started writing, I couldn't stop and I couldn’t leave you without taking you to the fair. So, I hope the length of the chapter makes up for the wait. Oh, Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there doing their best to be good moms! I created a house map of how I picture the inside to look, you know without the fine details.

Next chapter bring your bug spray, you’re going camping.

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warmau · 4 years

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svt ranked on grimmest most public places theyd makeout with you @ based on the one i did for monsta x and also i love torturing carats hiii <3

13) seungkwan he has class coming out of his pores there is no way on this green earth that you two are engaging in anything past pleasant conversations and jane austen-esque finger brushing in public ........ things of intimacy and romance are meant for the confides of ones home!!!! where it can be rose and honey scented and you can both put on an episode of the bachelor at the lowest possible volume in the background

12) dino just thinks its weird if u ask him to makeout with you anywhere but on his couch when no one else is home like um why would u want strangers to see us do that thats weird like the kid is normal dont scar him with a proposal as such ........ even if u were like gonna lean in to kiss him in the back of the car he’d be like no, jeonghan is in the passenger seat and he wont let me live it down if we do that

11) mingyu is surprisingly shy for as big as he is and how much space he can take up hes like id rather not disturb the nice people eating their applebees by indulging in mouth to mouth ...... and ur like baby please never call it that again. idk he just seems like hed be very timid about the whole thing and hed be like what if we get arrested like thats not going to happen but hes like what if. likes holding hands all the time though.

10) vernon says he could never disrespect you by making out with you in a place thats not like a park at midnight or under the fleece blanket he got as a christmas present from cheol.....ur like what? and hes like i just think its not cool to get all up on u in public like that and ur like but im cool with it and hes like but are u basically hes just too embarrassed to say “i know people think im quirky but i like keeping our kissing between us”. that one time he posted yall kissing in some museum was simply for the gram clout.

9) joshua is sometimes beckoned by the idea of a little risky handsy kisses at the movie theater,,,,,,maybe a little bit of your teeth in his neck on the bus ride home.........but never anything dramatic, like he isnt about to grab your waist in public and go to town when there are children across the street like cmon ... though i think when u get all touchy with him before you two are going to go avengers 3 billion or whatever hes not opposed

8) woozi has general apathy toward where you two do it, and this isnt just about pda this is literally about anything ever. you two could have a heartfelt conversation about your futures on a roller coaster and that mf would be like ok i want to marry you mid loop-de-loop hes insane. so if u wanna kiss up on his neck at the home depot while u r forcing him to pick out plants for his studio then so be it!!!!!!!!!!!!

7) jeonghan the first month of the relationship acts like hes never thought about anything but kissing you with his eyes closed, hugging with enough space left for the holy spirit, and most definitely tongue is off limits. hedonistic, if you ask him. which is a blatant lie because once the mark is up and jeonghan feels comfortable with you its like ,,,,,,,,, let me groan your name into your mouth in the middle of freezer aisle of this whole foods but i didnt mean it but im too in love with you to care

6) wonwoo would makeout with you at a gamestop dude hed make out with you in the best buy video games discount aisle lmfao half probably to flex on sad gamers and half because wonwoo is the type that would consider it a date for you to come and pick out shit for his computer setup. youll be like ok we can kiss while we’re waiting to buy you animal crossing for the switch but we cant kiss in the panera bread? and wonwoo is like baby please there is a family enjoying their grilled cheese in the booth across from us. oh my god wonwoo be like hey babe come here and kiss me and ur like ok and ur like wait are u streaming and hes like yeah say hi to my twitch subscribersjfdkhgjd

5) seungcheol knows when and where to act up and sometimes the where is like ........... the baskin robbins ur in at 3 am after leaving some shitty house party. the employee behind the counter is like “how many sco- ok ill wait” he does draw the line at serious shit like office buildings and churches and friendly dinners because like listen jared at the baskin robbins isnt gonna say shit but hes like let me not get my hands up ur shirt at ur cousins barbeque

4) seokmin is filled to the brim with love so its hard to stop him from kissing you regardless of where you are. anything is game. if you as much as enter in 5ft of him hes like hahahaha kissing time!!!!! the thing about him though is that he does have types of kisses that are ok like you guys can highschool kiss at some restaurant or date spot and then you can go all out, legs around his waist, hands on your ass kiss in the elevator to his place - and if someone comes in you both are like “wait for the next one”

3) minghao would be number one, but he has some off limits spots due to his need to keep up appearances like even though after youre done kissing him you look a hurricane hit you hes like wait lemme clean up and comes out looking like he just stepped out of the house fresh - thats why he doesnt care where, but it has to have a bathroom nearby so he can make sure he looks good. you know its true love when he starts fixing your hair and clothes too.

2) hoshi will pretend to be coy and tease about it for like two minutes at most and then he’s like fuck it do whatever you want to me in the middle of this public swimming pool bro he’s so nuts he’d be like pushing your hands off his chest for the first half of the movie and then the next half the ushers are having to ask you two to please kindly LEAVE the theater. hoshi “no we cant kiss waiting for our fries” to “lets see how long we can make out in the ballpit” .....hes only number two because he plays like he wont do it but he will

1) junhui will makeout with you at your best friends wedding. junhui will makeout with you in the middle of traffic. junhui will bite up your neck in the presence of your boss, guaranteed it doesnt get you fired. junhui will start taking layers of clothes off at a starbucks and then probably get chased up the street for public indecency if thats what you want from him. he never says no because he never wants to miss out on a chance to makeout ......... he’s insane he’d be like bleeding from his nose after getting hit by a car or something and ur like lemme call the emts and hes like what if you makeout with me instead nose is broken anyway ......... ugh we have no choice but to stan

#minghao like a goldfish cracker the snack that smiles back! goldfish!

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baegarrick · 4 years

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idk if you've read/seen the book/movie but just... love, simon zukka au ?? sokka as simon and zuko as bram because blue spirit ( though if we r going for it personality-wise maybe switch their roles? idk ! ) — also in this one the friends are exponentially better

ok im so sorry I haven’t actually seen love, simon or read the book but.... I HAVE ACCESS TO WIKIPEDIA SO LETS GO

ok so I was considering Zuko as Simon bc of the musical thing/the loving parent (Iroh), the girl he sees Sokka (Bram) kiss is Suki.... but also bc I just love writing Zuko (maybe I’ll parse that out at the end)

BUT lets go with Sokka as Simon bc I also love writing the Gaang

Sokka is Simon

Katara is both Nora and Abby

Jet is Martin

Aang is Nick (but slightly also Abby)

Zuko is blue/Bram

Suki is Leah (but slightly also Nick)

Toph is Ethan (sorta)

Haru is Lyle

Ok so, obv this follows the plot of the movie/book. Sokka is a gay + closeted junior, not that his dad isn’t loving, but he’s in the military, and occasionally makes homophobic jokes, and Sokka feels like he has to be tough for him, esp. since his mom died. But he really likes making people laugh and so he joins the school musical, which is a comedy this year.

His best friend is Suki, who he’s known since he was a kid, but he’s kinda been withdrawing from her since he got to high school. He loves her, he really does, but everyone always thinks they’re dating, and it kinda makes him uncomfortable. He tried to like her, when they were younger, but he just... isn’t into girls. His friend group is Suki, Katara (his sister, and it was the two of them against the world since their mom died, but he’s pulled away from her too), Aang (a transfer freshman from out of state), and Toph (who spent up till 8th grade at a private school).

Also in the musical is Zuko, a hot senior who’s like.... super lofty. He gets really into theater, but he rarely interacts with people outside his friend group, like he’s better than them or something. (Mai and Ty Lee are also there, they’re Zuko’s friends.) Not in the musical, but in one of the other clubs Sokka is in, is Jet. He got kicked off the football team for being too rough with the other team last year, so he mostly just hangs out behind the bleachers smoking.

Sokka’s on the school’s tumblr one day (shut up, Katara, I don’t have a tumblr!!) when he sees someone posted an anonymous confession saying they’re gay but they really don’t have anyone they can talk to because of their family situation. Sokka gets their email (BlueSpirit) and start emailing (BoomerangDude) them for a couple of months. He learns that Blue’s family has really high expectations of him, and since he’s only a year away from college he can’t mess them up because if he does he’ll be cut off, and he can’t afford college if that happens. He’s got a sadistic little sister (who isn’t actually terrible, she’s just got her own shit going on, and if shoving Zuko in the warpath of their father takes the spotlight off of her, all the better) who would absolutely out him if she knew, a girl he’s pretty sure wants to date him (Mai), and an after-school job (the tea shop) thats cutting into his extra-curricular activities.

This is.... really similar to Sokka, actually, and he likes making Blue laugh (they switch to chatting online sometimes, like discord or some chat app), and Blue has a lot of insights on things Sokka likes (some of the same music,

Meanwhile, Sokka ends up going to this tea shop he heard about from Blue (it had been a slip, Zuko had NOT meant to say too many personal details, but he’d mentioned getting some kind of boba drink) and studying there with his friends. While he’s there, he’s surprised to see Zuko, who he’s never spoken to outside of the musical they’re working on!! (At some point, Zuko checks his phone and laughs, and Sokka’s like, oh no, I’m crushing on.... TWO DUDES???? BAD SOKKA). He starts to wonder if maybe.... Zuko is Blue?? it generally sorta fits, he knows Zuko is also a senior, and the tea shop Blue mentioned.... (to be fair, though, they see like three other kids from school there, so it’s not really a niche place)

Before Sokka can test out this theory, though, there’s a Halloween party which Sokka goes to with his friends. (They go as the Power Rangers.) He sees Zuko there (he’s in some some Kabuki costume), but with him is.... Mai from the play. They’re making out, and Sokka feels his stomach drop-- he’s not gay and Sokka’s crushing on a straight guy. He gets drunk. He throws up in the bushes outside, and Katara finds him, chews him out, and then sneaks him back home.

He emails Blue again, drunk, and says some stupid stuff like he wishes things were easier, and that he thought he knew who Blue was, but he didn’t. (Blue doesn’t reply.)

He’s checking his email on a school computer in the library when the bell rings, and he doesn’t log out properly, and Jet, who is skipping class, finds Sokka’s emails. He confronts Sokka about them, and says he won’t reveal Sokka’s secret... if Sokka helps Jet get with Sokka’s hot sister. Sokka hates the idea, but also, the idea of being outed is really terrifying. So he says yes, and tries to talk up Jet to Katara, who’s a little surprised bc while she thinks Jet is hot, Sokka was super against Jet whenever she mentioned it. Katara is involved in school politics, and convinces Jet to pretend to be interested to spend time with her. (he ends up running against her...)

Around Thanksgiving, with all their extended family there, ribbing him about getting a girlfriend (asking about Suki), Sokka leaves and goes to sit on the roof. Katara finds him there, and demands he spill whats up and why he’s acting so weird, especially about Suki. (she looks freaked out for a moment, and is like.... oh my god, sokka, is suki pregnant?????? sokka blanches at that) He admits he’s gay, and she hugs him, and they stay out there until their dad sticks his head out the window and calls them inside.

Feeling guilty about Jet, Sokka admits to Blue their emails might have been compromised. Blue starts to back away, taking longer and longer to answer emails.

At a football game, Sokka runs into Haru, who starts asking him stuff, and Sokka wonders if he’s Blue, but it turns out Haru is interested in Katara. Upset, again, that he doesn’t know who Blue is, he encourages Jet to “go big or go home”-- and so Jet asks Katara out by bribing the kid who does the scoreboard to switch out his campaign ad for asking Katara out. Katara is shocked, as she thought Jet was really interested in her campaign. She slaps him.

Mad that Katara wasn’t interested after all, and from the slap, Jet outs Sokka anyway, posting the emails on the school’s gossip site. Katara, who was mad at Sokka, instantly forgives him and is on a WARPATH against Jet, but Sokka just wants it left alone. Suki shows up a few hours later, and finds him on the roof. She admits that she had a crush on him, which was why she never said anything when people asked if they were a couple, but she knew Sokka wasn’t interested in her, so she never pushed it. She’s sorry she made it difficult for him to come out to her.

Blue is upset their emails have leaked, and deletes his account.

He comes out to his dad later, in the car, on the way to school on the last couple of days before winter break. His dad takes it well, and apologizes for all of the jokes he used to make-- it doesn’t make it right, but it was the kind of things he and the other soldiers used to say to each other. He ends up taking them to this tea shop he heard about (it’s Zuko’s/Iroh’s shop), and while there, he comes out to the owner of the shop, Iroh, as sort of..... practice. It’s liberating and also terrifying. Iroh is super cool about it, and tells them about his own son, who passed away a few years ago in an accident, was gay. It’s way later than Sokka thought, and when he looks up from the conversation with Iroh, Zuko’s standing in the doorway. not wanting to deal with people from school, Sokka leaves the tea shop without waiting for his dad to follow him.

The next couple of days at school are rough. His friends stick by his side, but Jet’s friends are obnoxious and loud, and Katara punches one of them. She goes to the school, but they’re eternally unhelpful bc.... what can tey do... its not a school website..... Later, Toph tells Sokka she’s a lesbian, and it’s not that she’s hiding it, but... it’s already tough enough when people treat her like she’s glass because she’s blind. They all go home for winter break, and when they come back, Sokka is refreshed and determined not to be put down by a couple of assholes.

He’s wildly surprised when Blue posts on the school’s tumblr that he wants to meet Sokka at the school’s carnival. This draws a crowd, which makes Sokka worried he’s gonna be pranked, but when he sits down on the Ferris wheel, he’s surprised that Zuko from the tea shop/musical sits down next to him.

Zuko says he’s sorry for ignoring Sokka’s emails, and he’s sorry that Sokka got outed to the school, and it wasn’t his fault that Sokka was blackmailed, and he should have reacted better to it. Sokka apologizes too, because Zuko shouldn’t have to be outed either, which... is why they’re here? Zuko blushes, and says he came out to his uncle, who’s letting him stay with him, since he’s tired of going home to his shitty dad, and that he might go live with his mom while he’s in college. He admits the Mai thing at the party was a drunken misunderstanding, and that he likes Sokka. He thinks he’s funny, and they like the same things (theater, music, strange taste in food...), and he’s hoping after this... Sokka might like him too? (they kiss on the Ferris wheel, and Katara takes like, 30 pictures.)

....

alternatively////

Zuko as Simon au-- bc I just wanted to write it out. he lives with his uncle, who’s the loving parent here, not Ozai!! (or his Mom/stepdad but I kinda forgot they existed for like 5 minutes)

Zuko is Simon

Katara is Abby (she’s his lab partner, and they have the same temperment)

Azula is Nora, but she doesn’t really play a big role (she’s an asshole, but also she’s 14 and is Going Through Things. she’s also in the closet and in love with Mai, but she doesn’t know it yet. it takes her a couple of years to figure that out.)

Mai is Leah

Aang is Martin (but less of an asshole. just the embarrassing + frustrated bits.)

Sokka is blue/Bram

Suki is the girl at the party Sokka kisses

Ty Lee is Ethan

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I HOPE THIS WAS OK, like I said I haven’t actually seen the thing, but now I actually know what the plot is about!! <3333

#zukka #zukka au #love simon au

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idreamtofthereaper · 4 years

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And So, I’m Here (XVII)

You are 23 and never had a boyfriend. Which you can’t understand because your mom keeps telling you you’re pretty and beautiful and all that mom stuff.

You got tired of waiting, and even looking for one (especially since you have your best friend pushing you to get one) so instead, you made your own. The problem? Your imaginative boyfriend is very real and has some questions to ask.

pairings: wayv/nct’s ten x reader

genre: social media au ig

warnings: possible mature content

note from the author: If you want to be on the tag list, reply here or message me or something. Also, I’m sorry for the slow updates :(

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Taglist: @chunbyun @nshitae @bestof99s @vinmylife @diva-skywalker-af @animegirl366 @bbyyangiex2

It was already 9 am when you decided to take another peak by the curtain, checking if Ten was still there. To your surprise, or not, you really don’t know at this point, Ten was still there.

When he glanced behind him, you immediately closed the curtains to the windows and hid on the wall. Another peak, you saw Ten shook his head and stretched before walking away.

He was a weirdo, and this is exactly the reason why the thought of being in a relationship is weird. Who would stay out in the cold night, possibly getting robbed or mugged or whatever, just so that he could explain himself.

You shook the thoughts out and went to the bathroom and wash your face, going back out and saw you received a text from Lucas.

You had nothing else to reply to that so instead, you opted to just leave it there and not reply at all.

After checking your socials, new one as you deleted your previous accounts and started over with a new one that’s more private, you had nothing else to do so you checked your emails.

And was disappointed when the first thing you saw was an email from the job interview you attended yesterday saying you didn’t made the cut.

You grabbed the nearest pillow and buried your face into it, letting out a scream of frustration before placing it back down and called Lucas.

You didn’t have anything else to do anyways, might as well

“Yeah, I think you dialed the wrong number.”

“No I was really meant to call you, where’s Ten? I think I’ll talk to him.”

“He’s on his way to this dance studio, he’s about to audition and stuff so I suggest to not talk to him right now.”

“You said I should talk to him.”

“Yeah 10 minutes ago, when he was still in front of me. Look, if you want to talk to him I’ll send you the place where he’ll have his audition and maybe you could do something with that.”

“You’re not coming with me?” You asked, sitting up as you grab your towel hanging from the kitchen.

“Nope, I have to feed my koala some nachos. Wish Ten luck for me though.”

“Are you here for the auditions? Cut off was 45 minutes ago.” The guard asked, putting a hand in front of you as you were about to enter the building.

“No, I’m here to support a friend.” You explained simply.

He nodded then pointed you to the first door at the right. “They’re holding auditions there, you could watch but from what I know they’re already starting so get inside very quietly as to not disturb the judges and those auditioning.” You nodded at his words and bowed slightly, thanking him as well as you walked to the door he directed you at.

The building was big, it was actually an atrium. It has multiple floors, possibly 5, with big and open windows. You don’t know what Ten is auditioning for, but you do hope he gets in.

You opened the door slowly, peaking inside to see it was already dark inside. At first, you thought as soon as you open the door there would be seats and by the end is a stage and the judges table in front.

But instead, it was built like an entrance of a movie theater. There’s a dark hallway, illuminated by the small lights at the floor and some lighted signs hanging by the ceiling.

You let the heavy door fall behind you as you walk forward, making a turn on the left as you ascended 5 stairs to see a movie theater set up. Rows of chairs on your left while on the front was 4 people and a stage in the front.

You quickly hunched over upon noticing that they were in fact giving feedback to the person standing in front of the stage. You quickly went to grab a seat, not that hard to do since there’s not a lot of audience anyways.

Finally seated and comfortable on your seat, you grab your phone and put it on silent but as you were doing so, a message came up.

You glanced around and looked beyond the stage to see if you could see him, but seems like it was a one way thing right now.

You kept your phone faced down on your lap, the thing on vibrate mode in case he would send another text.

The next person came in and so on, you were actually quite enjoying your time here. Each person has a unique style, no one was the same with each other. Though there may be some who were similar with one another but for the most part, everyone was different. And it was beautiful.

“Next duo please, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul and Dong Sicheng. Ten and Winwin.” You almost dropped the phone on your lap as your interest perked up, leaning forward and barely catching your phone.

You recognize Winwin as they walked to the middle of the stage. You saw him from Ten’s posts and some stories in Instagram but that’s that. And unlike the previous contestants, they were wearing just something very simple. Too simple even.

Ten was wearing a white long sleeves and loose pants, not even sweats. The same goes to Winwin but his was in Black. Also, they were both bare foot.

They bowed and introduced themselves briefly before they took position. Ten nodded towards the end of the stage as the music then starts.

(The performance in question.)

You were completely enchanted with their performance. Not being biased, but no one performed with such raw and deep emotions than the both of them combined.

Every move a story is being told, their gaze with each other and how in sync with them together is amazing. You have never seen Ten in this light, so focused and serious and real.

Ever since the both of you met, he was mostly happy go lucky and was just not a serious person. This was different, as if he was unveiling a different side of him. And you liked this.

You were so enthralled by their performance that you didn’t even noticed it was finished until the second judge was giving her thoughts of them. All in all, they received great remarks and you know they will get a spot for whatever it is.

You clapped along with the other audience as they exited, Ten briefly looking around to find you and when his eyes landed on you, his smiled widened and gave you a cheeky wink.

They left the stage as the staff called another contestant, now getting a chance to get comfortable again on the chair.

Your smile widened when you saw Ten going to you, entering on the other side of the row of seats as he tried to be lowkey, the contestant was performing and all.

“Hey, what do you think?” He asked excitedly, his face a complete contrast from earlier.

You nodded then bring up Two thumbs up. “You guys did amazing, whatever you’re auditioning for you’ll get in. It’s impossible not to.” You said in hushed voice, smiling at him widely.

Ten, satisfied with your compliments, nodded as he leaned closer and anchored himself to the chair’s barrier. “Me and Winwin will grab some snacks after this, maybe a cake. If your schedule is clear maybe you could join us?”

“Yeah, I have nothing to do anyways. Are you sure it’s fine?”

“Of course.”

I was supposed to continue this but it was getting too long so double updates see you guys tomorrow (or later, depends on your timezone) -r

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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God Forgive Us All (part three)

[Carrie AU]

Part 1 Part 2

(Read Anne as Courtney!Anne)

Word Count: 3560

TW: Anne and Cathy have to explain what a period is to a teenager so if that bothers you then beware

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Dreamer In Disguise

“I-I made you cookies!”

A platter of lumpy, cinnamon-sprinkled cookies covered in a thin plastic wrapping was held up to Anne. She glanced at them, then at the nervous, but excited girl offering them to her. She smiled and took one.

“Thank you, Joan.” She said. She took a bite and Joan clenched her fingers around the plate expectantly.

The cookies were a tad too salty and a little hard, but good nonetheless.

“These are really good!” Anne said and Joan sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Miss Anne,” She said, cracking a small smile. “I-I have to go find Miss Cathy and Miss Aragon and give them some!”

Anne shook her head fondly as Joan scampered off. The cookies really did help with the hour of warmups with Aragon and then rehearsals. It was so good to see Joan opening a little bit more.

But that all ended when the workday came to a close and Anne and Cathy walked out into the theater lobby to leave to find Joan slumped against the wall, hugging her knees.

“Joan?” Anne said as they hurried over to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh. H-hi.” Joan croaked. “I-I missed my bus...”

“Ah,” Anne nodded. “Well, why don’t you call your mum to pick you up?”

“I tried,” Joan said. “She’s in one of her...moods.” She hugged her knees tighter. “I-I don’t wanna go home when she’s like that, anyway...”

Anne and Cathy exchanged worried frowns. Cathy crouched down next to Joan and set a hand on her shoulder.

“Why don’t you come to stay with us for the night?” She offered.

Joan’s eyes went wide. “R-really?” She looked up at Anne, who smiled at her. “Like...like a sleepover?”

“Yeah!” Cathy nodded. “Like a sleepover!”

“I-I’ve never had a sleepover before,” Joan said wistfully. “C-can I really?”

“Of course,” Cathy said. “Come on. Up with you!”

She got Joan to her feet and they all walked out to the car. Joan was quiet for most of the ride, just listening to the radio she had never heard pop music before. Though, Anne nor Cathy wouldn’t be surprised if her mother only let her listen to church songs and gospel music.

It wasn’t until they parked in the apartment complex parking lot that Anne and Cathy realized how strange what they were doing was. They were bringing home a sixteen-year-old girl they had no relation to at all. If it were anyone else, like Kitty or Maggie, they might have been a little uneasy, but Joan...

With Joan, it just felt right.

“Welcome to our humble abode,” Anne said grandly, unlocking and opening the front door. Cathy walked in first, followed by Joan. Anne locked the door behind them after stepping inside.

“Make yourself at home!” Cathy said as she was turning on the lights.

Joan looked around the apartment, curiosity glinting in her eyes. When she was done examining every inch of the living room, dining room, and kitchen, she hooked her bag on one of the dining table chairs and walked over to Anne and Cathy. They both noticed that she kept glancing over at the dining room the most- was she looking for something?

“Joan?” Anne said.

“S-sorry.” Joan stammered. She reached up to instinctively mess with her necklace, but Anne caught her hand and held it in her own, stroking the knuckles with her thumb.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anne assured her. “We were just about to order something to eat. Do you like pizza?”

“I’ve only had it a few times,” Joan admitted shyly. “Back when I was still in school. Sometimes they did these pizza parties. But, umm. Yeah, I like it.”

“Any particular kind?” Cathy asked. She looked up from her laptop, where she was already on some pizza shop’s website.

“Cheese?” Joan said and Cathy nodded and smiled.

“You don’t go to school anymore?” Anne asked.

“Oh.” Joan looked a little awkward. “I-I’m homeschooled. Actual school—it wasn’t working out.”

Anne frowned slightly. “How come?”

Joan glanced up at her for a moment, then back to the dining room, and then focused her gaze back on the tile floor. She worried her hands in her shirt.

“Kids—were mean. To me.” She said in a tight voice. “Th-they called me names. Like ‘Maggot Meutas.’ And would write things on my desk. Mean things...”

“Oh, Joan...” Anne hugged Joan gently and she hugged back. Anne can feel her nuzzle her face against her chest. Cathy looked up from her computer to frown sadly at the girl. “That’s so terrible. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Joan shrugged casually. “It’s—fine.”

But it isn’t. Anne thought. Not in any way. And certainly not to her. She studied the girl hugging onto her. She’s embarrassed about admitting her treatment because she thinks she deserved it and is also humiliated by it, but she wants to be comforted. She wants people to feel bad for her so they’ll finally take care of her. Because nobody ever does.

“Stop reading people, Annie.” Cathy chided playfully, not looking up from her computer. Anne ruffled and stuck her tongue out at the smirk her girlfriend was giving the screen.

“Wh-what?” Joan looked up at Anne with a confused expression.

“Nothing, sweet girl,” Anne said dismissively, stroking down a few locks of wild blonde hair on Joan’s head.

“D-did I do something?” Joan asked nervously. “I’m sorry...”

“No, no,” Anne said. “You’re being absolutely wonderful, Joan. You have done nothing wrong, I promise.”

Joan hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. She didn’t seem entirely convinced and that was making her glance more and more at the dining room.

What is it? What are you scared of? Anne so desperately wanted to ask. What do I need to protect you from?

A ringtone then went off. Joan jolted and scrambled to take her phone out of her back pocket. It was an iPhone 5, Anne noticed. Joan must have had it for a long time since Anne was pretty sure those models weren’t made or even sold anymore.

“Hello?” Joan said into the phone. She begrudgingly pulled herself away from Anne, stepped into the dining room, and then immediately went to the living room when she cast an anxious glance up at the ceiling above the table. “Mama?”

Anne really hadn’t been wanting to snoop, but not she had to. Besides, Cathy was definitely listening in, anyway.

“I told you, mama, I missed my bus.” Pause. “I-it was an accident!” Pause. “N-no, I’m safe. I’m staying with some friends.” Pause. Joan wrinkled her nose a little. “Yes, mama. Friends. Their names are Cathy and Anne. They’re—” She glanced over at the pair and they tried to look like they weren’t eavesdropping. “—sisters.”

Anne couldn’t help but make a face at that, but then instantly knew why such an excuse was needed. If Joan’s mother seemed as crazy religious as Joan made her out to be then she definitely wouldn’t approve of homosexuality and her daughter staying with two lesbians. She glanced at Cathy and saw that she was giving Joan a sympathetic look.

That made Anne think—what if Joan ended up being gay? Or bi? Or ace? Or anything but heterosexual? Cathy’s parents were very accepting of her sexuality and absolutely adored Anne, while Anne had the misfortune of having parents that were “okay with it as long as she never brought it up”. Not the worst treatment, but definitely irritating when she had been younger. But she couldn’t even begin to imagine how Joan would be treated by her mother if she turned out to be LGBTQ+ in some way. She didn’t want to think about what would happen to her.

“No, no, mama,” Joan had been saying when Anne finally tore her thoughts away from Joan being killed or brainwashed into being heterosexual by a church, “I’m okay, I’m okay, I promise. Cathy and Anne are really nice, I’m telling you!” Pause. She went very rigid. “Wh-what?” Pause. “O-okay.” She turned to Anne and Cathy and stammered, “Sh-she wants to talk to one of you.”

Cathy stepped up before Anne could even really process what had been said and took the phone, saying, “Hello” in her best please-don’t-think-I-kidnapped-your-daughter voice.

Joan scampered over to Anne and went straight into her arms. Anne was slightly shocked at how she willingly went into the hug but pleased nonetheless. She was thrilled to know Joan trusted her enough to cling to her in such a way.

“There there,” Anne murmured, stroking Joan’s hair. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

“I-I’m sorry, M-Miss Anne,” Joan whimpered. “I-I know you and Cathy a-aren’t sisters—”

“Joan, it’s okay.” Anne assured her. “I understand. Trust me, before I told my parents Cathy and I were dating I would say she was my ‘Latin tutor’.”

“B-but you’re allowed to kiss your Latin tutor,” Joan pointed out. “Not your sister...”

Anne chuckled, filling with endearment. “Well, it’s a good thing she isn’t my sister then, huh?”

“Yeah,” Joan nodded slightly. She rested her head on Anne’s chest, taking a deep breath. “S-sorry—for freaking out.”

“No need to apologize,” Anne said. “You’re all good!”

Joan nodded again. She kept her head on Anne’s chest until Cathy walked back over and gave her back her phone. She said goodbye to her mother and told her she loved her before hanging up.

“I bet she’s great at parties,” Cathy chuckled, making Joan blush shyly. “I smoothed things over, Joan. Don’t worry. She said you can stay here.”

Joan breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. I-I was really scared for a minute that she would...” She shook her head. “I’m glad I can stay.”

She would what? Anne asked in her head. What does she do to you?

“Us too,” Cathy said with a grin. “Because I don’t think Anne and I can eat all I pizza I ordered by ourselves.”

“How much did you buy?!” Anne asked, whipping her head around to her girlfriend. At the same time, she heard Joan giggle softly- actually giggle- and it was the sweetest, most adorable sound she’s ever heard before.

“Not that much!” Cathy said. “I was joking!”

Joan giggled again and Cathy and Anne beamed at her. But then they both frowned in worry when she suddenly gasped in pain and her arms coiled tightly around her stomach.

“Joan?” Anne steadied her when she began to wobble. “What’s wrong?”

“I-it hurts,” Joan whispered fearfully. “M-Miss Anne, it hurts! Wh-what’s g-going on?! Why d-does it hurt?!”

Oh dear. Anne thought.

Joan really didn’t know anything about menstruation. She was working herself up into a proper panic attack, whimpering and squeezing her stomach tighter.

“Hey, hey,” Anne guided her to look at her. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“No, no-” Joan shook her head. “I-it hurts!”

“I know it hurts, sweetheart.” Anne said.

“You’re having cramps.” Cathy told her. “I’ll get a hot water bottle and some Ibuprofen.” She quickly went to go bustle through the cabinets.

“C-cramps?” Joan echoed nervously. “L-like a stomachache?”

“Sorta.” Anne said. “But it’s down in this region,” She gestured towards Joan’s lower stomach. “Does it hurt bad?”

Joan nodded with a whimper. “Really bad.” She whispered. “L-like I’m gonna be sick...”

“Do you think you are?” Anne asked. “We can go to the bathroom.”

“I-I don’t wanna throw up,” Joan said miserably.

“I know you don’t,” Anne said, brushing back a loose strand of hair from Joan’s pale face. “Why don’t we just sit down on the couch? Does that sound better?”

Joan nodded and Anne guided her over to the couch. She curled against her side, hugging tighter at her cramping stomach and squeezing her eyes shut.

“Shh, shh,” Anne murmured when Joan whimpered. She began to rub her back comfortingly. “You’re okay, baby girl. You’re okay.”

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” Joan asked fearfully. “I-is it the devil?”

Anne almost laughed, but then she saw that Joan was being completely serious and that the thought of the devil being inside of her was genuinely freaking her out. She shook her head.

“No, Joan,” She said. “It’s not the devil. This is a completely normal thing. All girls go through it.”

“Th-that’s what Miss Aragon said,” Joan said. “Does she bleed, too? And have cramps?”

Anne couldn’t bite back a laugh this time. “I’m sure she does, honey. It’s not really a thing you ask other women, though.”

“Oh.” Joan blushed, and then asked anyway, “But—you. Even you? And Cathy?”

“Yes,” Anne nodded. “And Jane and Maggie and Kitty and every other girl in the show. Although, Kitty’s came when she was twelve.” She tilted her head at Joan. “Yours was super late. What a peculiar little thing you are.”

“It’s because I sinned...”

Anne gave another startled laugh. “What?”

“I sinned.” Joan said, looking up at her. Her shimmering silver eyes were so obliviousness and unknowing to so many things. “M-my mama said that the blood is a curse—from God. And I sinned when I was showering with all those ladies two days ago. A-and I had lustful thoughts about them...” She looked back down, ashamed of herself.

“Did you?” Anne asked.

“I don’t think so,” Joan said. “I-I mean—they’re all very pretty, but I don’t want to— I wasn’t—”

“Hey, hey. Breathe, baby.” Anne murmured, noticing that Joan was getting distressed again. “I believe you when you said you didn’t.”

Joan nodded. She shifted closer to Anne and then winced when another cramp seemed to seize her in a vice grip. She whimpered into Anne’s shirt.

Cathy walked back over holding two pills of Ibuprofen and a glass of water in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other. She gave the hot water bottle to Joan.

“Hold that to your tummy, sweetheart,” Cathy told her. “And take these. They’ll help you feel better.”

Joan obeyed, swallowing down the pills and then holding the fuzzy hot water bottle close to her lower stomach. She rested her head against Anne’s arm, looking utterly miserable.

“Joan,” Cathy said, sitting on the other side of the girl. “Do you know anything about what’s happening to you?”

Joan shook her head. “No... Why does it happen? Am I just bleeding for fun?”

Anne laughed and rubbed her head. Cathy smiled a little at her innocence.

“I didn’t think we would be giving THIS talk today, Cath,” Anne said jokingly.

“Well, we have talked about adopting,” Cathy said. “This is like a rehearsal!”

Adopting, Anne remembered giddily. Adopting... She looked longingly down at the girl curled up against her.

“Okay, so,” Cathy began with a clap of her hands. “Joan— Wait. When did you get pulled out of school?”

“Last year.” Joan said.

“So you would have had biology classes, didn’t you? Or those SexEd courses?”

“Oh, no,” Joan shook her head. “My mama always made me opt out about that stuff.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Cathy said, then noticed the guilty look on Joan’s face. “No, no, sweetheart, it’s not your fault! I knew a girl who didn’t take the course one time.”

But not every single time. Anne thought.

“Okay, so this may sound a little strange and it’s totally okay to be weirded out by it.” Cathy told Joan. “I was grossed out when I first heard about it, too. Basically your uterus is shedding its lining and it’s passing through your vagina and out of your body. This means that, technically, your body is capable of carrying and delivering a baby now. Every month, your uterus lines itself and waits a while. If at the end of the cycle, the egg cell prepared isn’t fertilized and embedded in the lining of the uterus, it sheds the lining to prepare a new one. Basically, your body finds out that you’re not pregnant, and cleans out everything to get it all ready and fresh again, just in case you get pregnant the next month around.”

Surprisingly, Joan didn’t look grossed out at all, just very, VERY confused. She looked up like she was deep in thought, trying to process all of that, and then finally said, “That’s weird. I could have babies now?” Her nose wrinkled at the thought.

“It’s possible, yes, but not at all a good idea.” Cathy said. “Your body might have a menstrual cycle now, but you’re not nearly mentally or physically ready to have kids yet.” She smiled slightly, glad that Joan was taking all the new information well.

Joan relaxed and nodded. “How do people get pregnant, then? You said the egg has to embed in the uterus, right? How does it know to do that?”

“Well, women have egg cells that contain half the DNA and chromosomes needed to make another human. These samples of DNA all come from you. That’s how children get to look so much like their parents. Men, then, have sperm cells that contain the other half of the DNA and chromosomes needed. The sperm fertilizes the egg and then pushes it up into the uterus. Once the fertilized egg is embedded in the uterus, that’s conception, and the woman is pregnant. This generally happens as a result of sexual intercourse.” Cathy replied to her easily and Anne gave her an amused look at how she explained this so smoothly. She would have to tease her over it when they were alone.

Joan nodded again, this time a little more knowing. “I know what that is.” She said.

Cathy raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really?”

“Mhm,” Joan said. “My mama told me about it. And warned me to never EVER do it. Not even after I get married, but the Bible says it’s okay once you’re wed!” She paused. “Are you guys married? Do YOU—”

“That’s a conversation for another time!” Anne yelled, covering Joan’s mouth and the girl dissolved into adorable giggles. Cathy gave her a look that basically said, “Another time?”

“How do the babies get each trait from their parents? I mean, if a baby gets half it’s DNA from its mum and half from its dad, why do I look like my mama but she always says I have my papa’s eyes?”

“That’s a great question!” Cathy said and Anne laughed softly. “Some genes that are passed down are dominant and some are recessive. Your mother’s genes must have won out over most of your traits and was passed along to you, but your father’s eyes were dominant over hers.”

Joan took all this information in with surprising fascination. “How long do periods usually last?” She asked.

“On average, they last between three to seven days and happen once a month.” Cathy answered.

“I might bleed for seven days straight?”

“There’s a possibility, yes.”

Joan wrinkled her nose in an adorably grumpy way. “I don’t like that.”

“Trust me, no woman does.” Cathy laughed. She perked up when the doorbell rang. “Oh! Food’s here!” She got up to go answer the door.

“Better now?” Anne asked.

“I think so,” Joan nodded. “It is weird.”

Anne laughed and stroked her hair. “Yes, yes it is.”

“Come on, you two!” Cathy called from the kitchen. “Before I eat it all!”

“Oi! Don’t you dare!” Anne barked. She hauled Joan to her feet. “Come on! You heard the glutton!”

—

“A daughter,” Cathy said.

“Huh?” Anne turned away from the movie they had all been watching after dinner to look at her girlfriend.

“A daughter,” Cathy said again, smiling softly down at the girl asleep with her head in her lap. “I want a daughter.”

“Me too.” Anne grinned back at her. “A boy would be way too hard to manage.”

“Yeah,” Cathy laughed. “But also...there’s just something that draws me to a little girl.”

“You are a lesbian,” Anne pointed out. “You do prefer girls.”

“Really?” Cathy said. “I had no idea!”

“You dork,” Anne nudged her playfully. “Keep your voice down you might wake her up.” She smiled lovingly down at Joan, who had fallen asleep with her head in Cathy’s lap halfway through the movie. “I told you Brave was boring.”

“It is not!” Cathy ruffled. “It is a cinematic masterpiece!”

Joan stirred in her sleep. Cathy immediately quieted down and stroked Joan’s hair.

“Shh, shh, go back to sleep,” She murmured when she saw Joan’s eyelids flutter slightly. “I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry.”

Joan calmed with a content sleepy noise.

“Good job.” Anne tittered.

“Hush up.” Cathy elbowed her lightly. “I will not make that mistake when we get a little girl of our own.”

“Well,” Anne mused, “when you think about it, we kinda already have one.” She happily looked down at Joan again. Cathy sighed.

“Annie...” Cathy said. “She has a mother. We can’t-”

“We can!” Anne said. “Her mother clearly isn’t good to her. We can arrest her for child abuse! And then adopt Joan!”

Cathy shook her head, but didn’t comment.

“I know what you’re thinking, Cath,” Anne said. “But there’s something special about her. I don’t know what it is, but I— I want her in my life. In OUR life.”

Cathy looked at her, then at Joan, and gently began to thread her fingers through her hair.

“Well,” She said. “I wouldn’t have to give the period talk all over again...”

#carrie au #six the musical #six the musical au #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six fanfic #anne boleyn #catherine parr #joan on the keys #parrlyn #boleyn x parr #parr x boleyn #god forgive us all #tw: period talk

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Destined - Chapter 2

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Summary: Damien never wanted soulmates. When his fifteenth birthday came, he prayed he wouldn’t receive a “hint” - a way soulmates are connected to help find each other. And to Damien’s horror, the universe gives him multiple soulmates. He’s determined to not let them find out about them. He wants to let them live in ignorant bliss and not force them to deal with him. As Damien grows older, he moves away and goes to college - He even manages to find a boyfriend that he chose himself, and Damien tells himself that he’s happy. But on Damien’s twentieth birthday, the universe gives him and his soulmates another hint - and this one is not one Damien can avoid.

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Warnings:Abusive romantic relationship (physically, sexually, and verbally), past physical parental abuse, sex and alcohol mentions, general angst (but happy ending)

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Damien woke up alone again, but that was expected. Jackson wasn't coming back until late that night. He groaned as he pushed himself up. He didn't want to think about how Jackson would react to his new hint.

He glanced down at his wrist to see writing, and he quickly looked back up - not quite ready to deal with all that.

He went to take a shower to clear his head, and turned the water to almost as hot as it would go before sitting on the small shower floor to let the hot water wash over him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to finally check the writing on his arm.

'Hello dear. I know we have yet to meet, but I already absolutely adore you. I was overjoyed to hear that I have a fourth love to pamper and dote on. I don't know what you're going through, but I know I want to help in whatever way you need me. I'm here for you <3' R wrote in their familiar messy cursive.

'I'm afraid I don't quite excelt in emotions, but do know that I hope you're alright and I look forward to the day we finally make acquiantance.' from L.

'Talk to us soon, please. We want to know you're safe.' from the purple writing.

'I told you they'd be excited <3' from Patton.

Damien wiped the tears from his eyes. They should be furious with him! They should want nothing to do with him! But instead they say they care about him - that they want him to be okay.

But he is okay. And how can they really care about him? They know nothing about him.

"So they can't really care," Damien muttered to himself as he stood up. He showered and dried off quickly so he could hurry and get his clothes back on.

Damien waited nervously for Jackson to come home. While waiting, he tried to figure out how to tell him about the new hint, but couldn't find the right words. When Damien heard the front door unlock, he still had no idea what to say.

"Hey," Damien said. He was immediately pulled into a kiss which caused him to smile and wish he could forget about his soulmates for just a few minutes.

"How're you?" Jackson asked as he slid his hand down Damien's back and squeezed his ass, causing Damien to jump.

Oh yeah. He had forgotten that was on the agenda.

"I actually have something to tell you..." Damien said. Jackson's eyebrows furrowed together.

"What?"

"I got another hint."

Anger flashed over Jackson's eyes, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

"Which one?"

"We can see through each other's eyes. I can't control when it happens," Damien said.

"What happened?" Jackson asked as the grip he had on Damien's arm grew tighter.

"It only happened once. He talked to me, but I didn't do anything back."

Damien yelped as Jackson yanked his arms towards him and pushed his sleeves up to read what they had written.

"Well, I'll just have to remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Jackson looked up at him with dark eyes. Damien shuddered, but he nodded. And before he knew it, he was being picked up and flung onto the bed.

It was two weeks until their new hint was triggered again. Damien was about to fall asleep, Jackson's arm wrapped around his waist, when he was alerted it was going to happen again. He winced as the world went white.

He was in an empty theater. There was a ghostlight on the stage and a single spotlight on him, but everything else was dark. The stranger Damien was looking through had frozen in place.

"Well, hello!" they said after a couple of seconds. "I was wondering when I'd get the chance to talk to you."

They walked downstage and sat down on the edge, looking over the dark house.

"I'm Roman. I'm a bit surprised that the universe decided now was a good time for me to speak to you, but I'm not complaining. I'm here practicing my big monologue for the play coming up," Roman said as he grabbed his water bottle. He took a drink before continuing. "I've been doing theatre since I was a kid. Not to brag, but I'm pretty damn good at it. The professors here love me~"

Damien rolled his eyes.

"They gave me a spare key to the theater for practice. It's so hard during the day when students keep coming in and out of the theater. Do you know how many times I've found some student just sleeping in the house seats? It's ridiculous."

Roman fell onto his back to lay down on the stage.

"...That morning when Patton told us we had another soulmate, I almost didn't believe him," Roman said softly after a moment, raising his hand to the light. "I mean, no offense to you, but years without a fifth person's writing would make you think that. But he told us how he spoke to you. He sounded so serious. And Pat's not one to joke about things like that."

Roman dropped his arm beside him.

"But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. As much as I adore the other three, there has always been this feeling that something was missing. I was never willing to bring it up as to not worry my beloveds, because I didn't want them to think I was unhappy with them. I'm happier than I ever imagined I could be. But it felt like... like when you don't need something for school one day, so you leave it home. But then for the entire day you feel off because that familiar weight isn't in your backpack. That's how it felt, and now I understand why.

Damien's eyebrows furrowed as he adjusted himself further into his pillow.

"I really can't understand why you won't talk to us," Roman said after another moment. "I don't want to offend you or scare you off, but I really don't get it. I spent my entire childhood looking forward to my fifteenth birthday. Then again, I'm told I'm quite the romantic. Perhaps you are not? I don't want my fervor to scare you away. However doting I may be, more than anything I want my soulmates happy. Don't ever think I wouldn't be happy to slow down to whatever pace your comfortable with."

They were alerted that their time together was almost over, and Roman sighed.

"Don't be afraid to talk to us. See you soon, my darling."

And Damien was back in his room.

...My darling.

Roman didn't even know him and he had called Damien his darling.

He thought back to what Roman said, about going at Damien's own pace, and how Jackson treated him.

Damien then pushed that train of thought aside, adamant to not let these strangers make him think poorly of Jackson. Jackson did everything he did because he loved and wanted him. They chose each other.

He was sure that whatever promises his soulmates made to him would be broken as soon as they met. As soon as he opened his snarky mouth around them, they'd change their minds and leave. Just like everyone else - except Jackson.

In his sleep, Jackson tightened his grip on Damien and snuggled closer. Damien smiled and nestled further into Jackson's chest, ready to finally be able to sleep.

It had been a few months after Damien's night with Roman. It was now the summer leading into his next year of college, and Damien was glad things had gone back to normal. His and Jackson's relationship had fallen back into their regular pattern of date nights and sex, Jackson's jealousy rarely flaring up.

Summer had been quite boring, spending days on end alone in the house whenever Jackson went off with friends. But it did give Damien plenty of time to practice and experiment with makeup. Pretty soon, he felt he was ahead of anyone else in his upcoming makeup classes.

With this newfound confidence and the comfort of his normal routine, he rarely found himself worrying about his new hint.

That is, of course, until it happened again.

Damien sighed as he sat back in his chair in front of the mirror.

"Let's just get this over with," Damien thought as the world again went white.

He was on a campus. His school campus.

Oh, no. They went to his school.

He was walking towards one of the main student parking lots, though it was mostly empty since it was summer. Whoever he was seeing through was holding a phone to their ear.

"I have my phone so I can speak to you without worrying passerby," the stranger said. "It is quite unexpected timing, but that is not to say I am displeased. I am actually very grateful that I have been given this chance to talk to you, especially since it has been so long since any of us have had a... visit from you, I guess would be an appropriate term."

"My name is Logan. I am taking summer classes here. I'm majoring in chemical engineering, but I am also pursuing education to become a teacher or professor if I so choose."

"I call it a backup plan. Roman calls it overkill."

Logan unlocked his car and shoved his phone in his pocket before shutting the door and starting the ignition.

"I have been thinking about what I would say to you when given the chacne, but now that I find myself in this predicament I can not seem to find my words."

Logan paused as he backed his car out of the parking lot.

"Roman and Patton told me what they said. While I entertained the thought of giving an emotional spiel of the same caliber, I am afraid I am just not capable of putting emotions into words. Facts are more my forte - Concrete statements that can not be disputed. So here are the facts: I understand your hesitance of speaking to your soulmates, since it took me weeks after my fifteenth birthday to write to Patton. I do not know you, so I can not claim that I adore or love you, but I genuinely do hope that you are in a safe situation, and I look forward to when we are able to meet."

"There. Maybe when we meet in person I can think of something better to say, but for now I think this will suffice."

Damien sighed in relief. He didn't know if he could handle another emotionally guilting speech.

"We have an apartment not too far from campus. We used to live on the other side of town and the commutes got so annoying."

Damien tensed as he watched Logan turn onto the road by his apartment. Oh, for the love of God, please don't let them live in the same complex.

Damien sighed in relief as Logan drove past.

"It was hard to find a relatively cheap apartment that could fit the four of us - we are incredibly lucky for what we have. We had to buy a larger bed, and we still argue over the one bathroom sometimes, but all in all I say it has been worth it."

As Logan stopped at a red light, the two were alarted that their time together was going to end.

"Well, I hope this was not a miserable experience for you. Frankly, I am still trying to get used to the concept. I hope I get to see you soon, and I wish you the best."

Damien was staring at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel like doing makeup anymore.

While that experience had been easier to stomach than the previous ones, it still wasn't ideal. Damien sighed as he reached for his makeup wipes.

They went to his school.

How many times had he walked past them? Had they seen each other before? Did they share any classes?

Damien knew he had to me much more cautious this upcoming school year.

A bit more than a month later, Damien was reading over his class schedule again. School was starting soon, and he couldn't stop worrying about meeting his soulmates.

Damien was hesitent to tell Jackson. Jackson would probably set even stricter rules for Damien, or he might even force Damien to stop going to campus altogether.

It was getting late and Damien was again waiting for Jackson to get home. Around in the morning he gave up waiting and went to get ready for bed.

He was brushing his teeth when he waws alerted he was going to see through one of his soulmates again. He groaned as he spit out his toothpaste. He was really tired and he just wanted to get some sleep. He left the bathroom and fell onto his bed, hitting the mattress as soon as the world went white.

It was dark - Damien couldn't tell where his soulmate was. But after a moment he could tell they were staring at their lap.

"Sorry," they suddenly said in a weak voice. "Give me a moment."

They took a shaky breath and wiped tears off their face. That voice wasn't Patton's, or Roman's, or Logan's. This was the purple handwriting.

The stranger looked up and though it was too dark to see much, Damien could tell they were sitting on the roof of a building.

"I just.." the stranger started, but trailed off. They sighed.

"I've been waiting for my turn to talk to you. I've been worrying about what I should say because I didn't want to say anything that might drive you even further away because I'm not great with words and then as more time went on I was worried that the universe decided I shouldn't speak to you because I'd just mess things up and-"

The stranger stopped their rant and took another shaky breath.

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't want to screw this up."

"The others are asleep. They don't know I'm up here. It's a good place to go to just be alone for a while."

"I'm okay, by the way. I'm just worried about the school year. It starts really soon. I'm an art major minoring in creative writing and while I really love it, it sometimes feels like too much to handle. Sometimes I can't help but think about every possible thing that could go wrong."

The stranger paused.

"I know you don't want to talk to us," they said slowly. "But we would like to get to know you. Even if you don't want to meet, if you'd just write us or... or... something. It's stressing all of us out. Patton's sad almost all the time. Roman's angry. He tries to act like he's not but he is. Logan and I are trying to be the reasonable ones, but I can tell it's bothering Lo, too and I just... I just... I..."

The stranger trailed off before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Damien clenched his fists, sharp nails digging into his skin. He wasn't responsible for other people's emotions. He can not be to blame for how they are behaving-

"I'm sorry," the stranger whispered, snapping Damien out of his thoughts. "That was guilting. I don't want you to do anyting you don't want to do. If you really think you'd be happier without us, then okay. We want you to be happy."

Damien unclenched his fists.

"Is it something we said? Are you older than me? Younger? How long have you been reading our conversations without every saying anything?"

"Did Roman scare you off? I know he's obnoxious sometimes but he's a really nice guy and he knows when to tone it down when necessary. Maybe Logan? Look, he's brutally honest and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his opinions to himself, but he's a good dude."

"It couldn't have been Patton, could it? I mean, I guess he can be a bit overbearing, but it's only because he cares so much."

"...I wouldn't be surprised if it was me," Damien's soulmate whispered. "I know I'm snarky somtimes. And rude. And overly sarcastic. And I know my anxiety can be annoying to deal with. But the last thing I'd want is to drive anyone away."

Damien's mind was racing. His heart hurt for this stranger, and he was angry about it. It wasn't his soulmate's fault! This was all on him!

"And it isn't as bad as I made it out to be. I tend to exaggerate. We're getting better. It was a huge shock at first, but we're learning to live with it. So don't feel bad about that. Roman isn't really mad at you. He's mad at whatever is keeping you away from us. Sorry again for being so guilting."

His soulmate sat in silence as he stared towards the horizon. Damien wondered when their time together would run out. None of the other encounters had been this long.

"I was so scared on my fifteenth birthday," his soulmate whispered suddenly. "I didn't have a great upbringing. Well, none of us really did, but mine was particularly bad. Years of parental neglect and vicious bullying left me an anxious wreck."

Damien's breath hitched.

"I wanted a soulmate so badly. I wanted that special person that was promised to love me and accept me. So when I wrote 'hello' on my arm at midnight and no one wrote back, I cried for hours. Now I know that my soulmates were just asleep, but my mind didn't let me think rationally. My mind went to the worst possible scenario: I didn't have a soulmate"

"Then I woke up and saw three different sets of handwriting on my arm and I had a panic attack."

"But they were so nice and so excited to see me. I quickly fell for these three strangers, and they were the only people I trusted - even if I hadn't met them. They were there for me for ther est of high school. They helped me. No one had done that before."

"I actually stopped writing to them once I got to college, though. I fell into a really bad mental state. I convinced myself I was going to fail my classes and drop out and never do anything with my life. I thought the others would be better off without a burden like me.

"I couldn't help but read what they wrote, though. They would regularly ask if I was there, if I was okay. But I never answered. They had never even met me, so they'd get over me eventually, right?"

"Then I met Patton. We had an art class togther, though we never talked. I never really talked to anyone. But one day he had doodled all over his hand, so his doodles were on mine, too. He didn't notice at first, but I couldn't stop staring at him. Eventually he noticed, and he smiled at me with that Patton smile that melts any cold bone in you and assures you that everything is going to be okay."

"And you know what I did? I ran out of the room. I ran to my dorm and locked myself in the bathroom. Pathetic, huh?"

Damien could hear the smile in his voice.

"He later wrote to ask which one of us he had seen. I'm certain he knew it was me, though. When Roman and Logan found out they got so excited. They asked if I looked like I was doing okay. Patton said that I looked 'tired and dangerously skinny,' but that was normal for me. They were all so worried about me. That's when I realized it was bad for all of us for me to ignore them."

"The next art class, Pat was standing outside the door waiting for me. He asked if we could talk, and he gave me such a gentle smile I couldn't say no. We talked and talked and cried a bit, but we figured it out. Patton was adamant he get me out of the dorm with my shitty roommate, so we got a little apartment together. Later we ran into Logan and then Roman, and I thought things couldn't get any better."

"Then a couple years later, one morning Patton tells us we have another soulmate. I completely blanked. I remember staring off into the distance as everything around me turned blurry. The others were speaking, but I couldn't tell you what they had said. Logan led me to the couch and snapped me out of my daze. I was confused. And scared. Everything was finally becoming perfect, and now something was disrupting that."

"I was worried for you, but also anxious for myself, as selfish as that sounds. But then I started wondering, what if there was a fifth person with us? What if someone could be with me while the others had calsses? What if there was a fifth person made for us to join in on cuddle sessions and date nights? I realized we were missing a piece of ourselves, and that missing piece was you," his soulmate finished in a soft whisper.

"I'm sorry. I'm talking too much. You're probably getting sick of me."

Surprisingly, Damien found that he wasn't.

They were alerted that their time together was almost over, and his soulmate sighed.

"I should go back to bed. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Damien was back in his room. He took a shaky breath and pulled his blankets up right under his chin. He stared at the wall for at least half an hour before he heard the door open, meaning Jackson was home.

Damien didn't feel like dealing with Jackson, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Jackson called out his name, and he heard Jackson huff as he headed towards the bedroom. For a moment, Damien was worried Jackson would want to wake him up, but instead he just laid down next to him, which Damien was thankful for. He just wanted to go to sleep so he didn't have to think about everything he had just heard.

Right before Damien succumbed to sleep, he realized his soulmate forgot to give his name.

(Thanks for reading! Chapter 3 is scheduled to be posted tomorrow, Jan 9 2020)

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Rufus Thomas

Rufus C. Thomas, Jr. (March 26, 1917 – December 15, 2001) was an American rhythm-and-blues, funk, soul and blues singer, songwriter, dancer, DJ and comic entertainer from Memphis, Tennessee. He recorded for several labels, including Chess Records and Sun Records in the 1950s, before becoming established in the 1960s and 1970s at Stax Records. He is best known for his novelty dance records, including "Walking the Dog" (1963), "Do the Funky Chicken" (1969) and "(Do the) Push and Pull" (1970). According to the Mississippi Blues Commission, "Rufus Thomas embodied the spirit of Memphis music perhaps more than any other artist, and from the early 1940s until his death . . . occupied many important roles in the local scene."

He began his career as a tap dancer, vaudeville performer, and master of ceremonies in the 1930s. He later worked as a disc jockey on radio station WDIA in Memphis, both before and after his recordings became successful. He remained active into the 1990s and as a performer and recording artist was often billed as "The World's Oldest Teenager". He was the father of the singers Carla Thomas (with whom he recorded duets) and Vaneese Thomas and the keyboard player Marvell Thomas.

Early life

Thomas was born in the rural community of Cayce, Mississippi, the son of a sharecropper. He moved with his family to Memphis, Tennessee, around 1920. His mother was a "church woman". Thomas made his debut as a performer at the age of six, playing a frog in a school theatrical production. By the age of 10, he was a tap dancer, performing on the streets and in amateur productions at Booker T. Washington High School, in Memphis. From the age of 13, he worked with Nat D. Williams, his high-school history teacher, who was also a pioneer black DJ at radio station WDIA and columnist for black newspapers, as a master of ceremonies at talent shows in the Palace Theater on Beale Street. After graduating from high school, Thomas attended Tennessee A&I University for one semester, but economic constraints led him to leave to pursue a career as a full-time entertainer.

Early career as a performer

Thomas began performing in traveling tent shows. In 1936 he joined the Rabbit Foot Minstrels, an all-black revue that toured the South, as a tap dancer and comedian, sometimes part of a duo, Rufus and Johnny. He married Cornelia Lorene Wilson in 1940, at a service officiated by Rev. C. L. Franklin, the father of Aretha Franklin, and the couple settled in Memphis. Thomas worked a day job in the American Finishing Company textile bleaching plant, which he continued to do for over 20 years. He also formed a comedy and dancing duo, Rufus and Bones, with Robert "Bones" Couch, and they took over as MCs at the Palace Theater, often presenting amateur hour shows. One early winner was B.B. King, and others discovered by Thomas later in the 1940s included Bobby Bland and Johnny Ace.

In the early 1940s, Thomas began writing and performing his own songs. He regarded Louis Armstrong, Fats Waller and Gatemouth Moore as musical influences. He made his professional singing debut at the Elks Club on Beale Street, filling in for another singer at the last minute, and during the 1940s became a regular performer in Memphis nightclubs, such as Currie's Club Tropicana. As an established performer in Memphis, aged 33 in 1950, Thomas recorded his first 78 rpm single, for Jesse Erickson's small Star Talent label in Dallas, Texas. Thomas said, "I just wanted to make a record. I never thought of getting rich. I just wanted to be known, be a recording artist. . . . [But] the record sold five copies and I bought four of them." The record, "I'll Be a Good Boy" backed with "I'm So Worried", gained a Billboard review, which stated that "Thomas shows first class style on a slow blues". He also recorded for the Bullet label in Nashville, Tennessee, when he recorded with Bobby Plater's Orchestra and was credited as "Mr. Swing"; the recordings were not recognised by researchers as being by Thomas until 1996. In 1951 he made his first recordings at Sam Phillips's Sun Studio, for the Chess label, but they were not commercially successful.

He began working as a DJ at radio station WDIA in 1951, and hosted an afternoon R&B show called Hoot and Holler. WDIA, featuring an African-American format, was known as "the mother station of the Negroes" and became an important source of blues and R&B music for a generation, its audience consisting of white as well as black listeners. Thomas used to introduce his shows saying, "I'm young, I'm loose, I'm full of juice, I got the goose so what's the use. We're feeling gay though we ain't got a dollar, Rufus is here, so hoot and holler." He also used to lead tours of white teenagers on "midnight rambles" around Beale Street.

His celebrity in the South was such that in 1953, at Sam Phillips's suggestion, he recorded "Bear Cat" for Sun Records, an "answer record" to Big Mama Thornton's R&B hit "Hound Dog". The record became the label's first national chart hit, reaching number 3 on the Billboard R&B chart. However, a copyright-infringement suit brought by Don Robey, the original publisher of "Hound Dog", nearly bankrupted the record label. After only one recording there, Thomas was one of the African-American artists released by Phillips, as he oriented his label more toward white audiences and signed Elvis Presley, who later recorded Thomas's song "Tiger Man". Thomas did not record again until 1956, when he made a single, "I'm Steady Holdin' On", for the Bihari brothers' Meteor label; musicians on the record included Lewie Steinberg, later a founding member of Booker T and the MGs.

Stax Records

In 1960 he made his first recordings with his 17-year-old daughter Carla, for the Satellite label in Memphis, which changed its name to Stax the following year. The song, "Cause I Love You", featuring a rhythm borrowed from Jesse Hill's "Ooh Poo Pa Doo", was a regional hit; the musicians included Thomas' son Marvell on keyboards, Steinberg, and the 16-year-old Booker T. Jones. The record's success led to Stax gaining production and distribution deal with the much larger Atlantic Records.

Rufus Thomas continued to record for the label after Carla's record "Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes)" reached the national R&B chart in 1961. He had his own hit with "The Dog", a song he had originally improvised in performance based on a Willie Mitchell bass line, complete with imitations of a barking dog. The 1963 follow-up, "Walking the Dog", engineered by Tom Dowd of Atlantic, became one of his most successful records, reaching #10 on the Billboard pop chart. He became the first, and still the only, father to debut in the Top 10 after his daughter had first appeared there. The song was recorded in early 1964 by the Rolling Stones on their debut album, and was a minor UK chart hit for Merseybeat group the Dennisons later that year.

As well as recording and appearing on radio and in clubs, Thomas continued to work as a boiler operator in the textile plant, where he claimed the noises sometimes suggested musical rhythms and lyrics to him, before he finally gave up the job in 1963, to focus on his role as a singer and entertainer. He recorded a series of novelty dance tracks, including "Can Your Monkey Do the Dog'" and '"Somebody Stole My Dog" for Stax, where he was often backed by Booker T. & the MGs or the Bar-Kays. He also became a mentor to younger Stax stars, giving advice on stage moves to performers like Otis Redding, who partnered daughter Carla on record.

After "Jump Back" in 1964, the hits dried up for several years, as Stax gave more attention to younger artists and musicians. However, in 1970 he had another big hit with "Do the Funky Chicken", which reached #5 on the R&B chart, #28 on the pop chart, and #18 in Britain where it was his only chart hit. Thomas improvised the song while performing with Willie Mitchell's band at a club in Covington, Tennessee, including a spoken word section that he regularly used as a shtick as a radio DJ: "Oh I feel so unnecessary - this is the kind of stuff that makes you feel like you wanna do something nasty, like waste some chicken gravy on your white shirt right down front." The recording was produced by Al Bell and Tom Nixon, and used the Bar-Kays, featuring guitarist Michael Toles. Thomas continued to work with Bell and Nixon as producers, and later in 1970 had his only number 1 R&B hit [and his second-highest pop charting record] with another dance song, "Do the Push and Pull". A further dance-oriented release in 1971, "The Breakdown", climbed to number 2 R&B and number 31 Pop. In 1972, he featured in the Wattstax concert, and he had several further, less successful, hits before Stax collapsed in 1976.

Later career

Thomas continued to record and toured internationally, billing himself as "The World's Oldest Teenager" and describing himself as "the funkiest man alive". He "drew upon his vaudeville background to put [his songs] over on stage with fancy footwork that displayed remarkable agility for a man well into his fifties", and usually performed "while clothed in a wardrobe of hot pants, boots and capes, all in wild colors."

He continued as a DJ at WDIA until 1974, and worked for a period at WLOK before returning to WDIA in the mid 1980s to co-host a blues show. He appeared regularly on television and recorded albums for various labels. Thomas performed regularly at the Porretta Soul Festival in Italy; the outdoor amphitheater in which he performed was later renamed Rufus Thomas Park.

He played an important part in the Stax reunion of 1988, and appeared in Jim Jarmusch's 1989 film Mystery Train, Robert Altman's 1999 film Cookie's Fortune, and D. A. Pennebaker’s documentary Only the Strong Survive. Thomas released an album of straight-ahead blues, That Woman is Poison!, with Alligator Records in 1990, featuring saxophonist Noble "Thin Man" Watts. In 1996, he and William Bell headlined at the Olympics in Atlanta, Georgia. In 1997, he released an album, Rufus Live!, on Ecko Records. In 1998, he hosted two New Year's Eve shows on Beale Street.

In 1997, to commemorate his 80th birthday, the City of Memphis renamed a road off Beale Street, close to the old Palace Theater, as Rufus Thomas Boulevard. He received a Pioneer Award from the Rhythm and Blues Foundation in 1992, and a lifetime achievement award from ASCAP in 1997. He was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 2001.

Death and legacy

He died of heart failure in 2001, at the age of 84, at St. Francis Hospital in Memphis. He is buried next to his wife Lorene, who pre-deceased him in 2000, at the New Park Cemetery in Memphis.

Writer Peter Guralnick said of him:

His music... brought a great deal of joy to the world, but his personality brought even more, conveying a message of grit, determination, indomitability, above all a bottomless appreciation for the human comedy that left little room for the drab or the dreary in his presence.

Thomas was honored with a marker on the Mississippi Blues Trail in Byhalia.

On June 25, 2019, The New York Times Magazine listed Rufus Thomas among hundreds of artists whose material was reportedly destroyed in the 2008 Universal fire.

In popular culture

Bobby Brown portrays Thomas in the BET television series American Soul.

#12/15 #03/26

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My 15 favorite theater experiences of 2019

In no particular order:

1. Choir Boy (Samuel Friedman Theatre, New York, NY): I say in no particular order, but if you know anything about me, you know that Choir Boy is my number-one show of the year. I saw it four times on Broadway and twice in Boston. Tarell Alvin McCraney’s writing is so beautiful, human, and fearless. He puts works of art on stages, television, and film that nobody else does. Jeremy Pope’s performance as Pharus is easily in the top three greatest performances I’ve seen on a Broadway stage. If your local regional theater is doing this show, I cannot encourage you enough to go and see it.

2. What the Constitution Means to Me (Helen Hayes Theater, New York, NY): This show was unlike any other play I’ve seen before. Heidi Schreck, who wrote and starred in WTCMTM, wrote a deeply human, poignant, and timely play about a document written by a bunch of rich, white men a few centuries ago and made it gripping, engaging, and relevant. It’s a show I believe every American should see. As an added bonus, Heidi is genuinely one of the kindest people I’ve met.

3. The Wrong Man (MCC Theater, New York, NY): I saw The Wrong Man for the first time three weeks before it closed, and I immediately fell in love with it and went back several more times in those three weeks. The Wrong Man is only ninety minutes long and has only three main characters, but it presents an engaging story about forgiveness, mercy, justice, guilt, and innocence. Ross Golan, the composer/lyricist, began performing The Wrong Man as a concept album thirteen years ago and turned it into a full musical. The score is beautiful and has some really great bops, and the choreography is probably the best I’ve ever seen.

4. Waitress with Sara Bareilles and Gavin Creel (Brooks Atkinson Theatre, New York, NY): I’m personally not the biggest fan of Waitress, but this was one of the most fun nights I had in a theater this year. Sara and Gavin had amazing chemistry, and I have never laughed so much at Waitress before.

5. A Strange Loop (Playwrights Horizons, New York, NY): A Strange Loop is unlike any show I’ve ever seen before. It’s unlike anything anyone has seen before. How many shows center around a fat, black, queer character? I can’t think of any. Michael R. Jackson, the book writer/composer/lyricist, has an incredible ability to write satire that has you laughing at the same time you’re being punched in the face emotionally. A Strange Loop grapples with the intersections of racism, homophobia, and fatphobia. It’s meta at the same time it’s grounded, and gets more and more intense as the show progresses. I walked out of the theater in a daze after I saw it. My fingers are crossed it comes to Broadway.

5. Mean Girls, Taylor Louderman’s last show (August Wilson Theatre, New York, NY): Going to Mean Girls is a routine thing for me, and I’ve seen the show dozens of times, but every once in awhile something special happens that reignites my love for this show. Taylor’s last show was obviously incredibly sad for me, the cast, and everyone who loves this show, but I also laughed more and harder on this evening than I have in a very long time at Mean Girls. Everyone, especially Taylor, was giving this performance their all, and I’ll never forget it.

6. The Secret Life of Bees (Atlantic Theater Company, New York, NY): I had suspicions I was really going to love this show before I saw it, but I absolutely fell in love with it. The music is gorgeous (thank you, Duncan Sheik), the performances are stellar, and the story, though set decades ago, is as timely and relevant as ever. I do cry at shows pretty often, but rarely do I tear up because of how overwhelmingly beautiful a show is—but I did that at Secret Life of Bees. I’m still impatiently waiting on that Broadway transfer announcement.

7. Beetlejuice (Winter Garden Theatre, New York, NY): Despite all its flaws, I love this crazy, loud, obnoxious, wild show so much. I had seen it in DC and counted down the days until first preview on Broadway. I rushed first preview and ended up with front-row tickets, and I had one of the most fun nights in a theater I’ve ever had. The performances really make the show, and I’ve been very vocal about how I strongly believe Leslie Kritzer was snubbed by the Tonys. Beetlejuice also has my favorite scenic design for any show. I also have a uniquely personal connection to this showL Beetlejuice used to have a joke in the show I felt was offensive, so I reached out to Eddie Perfect and Alex Timbers and explained to them why I was hurt by it, and they actually listened to my feedback and removed the joke. I’m hoping Beetlejuice can find another home after June, because I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.

8. Next to Normal (Ground Floor Theatre/Deaf Austin Theatre, Austin, TX): For years I had been wanting an ASL production of Next to Normal with Sandra Mae Frank as Natalie, so when it actually happened I knew I had to fly to Texas to see it. I don’t think I’ve ever cried more at a show. Sandy made me look at Natalie in a whole new way, and the ASL interpretations of the lyrics added so many new layers to the show. Megg Rose, the Deaf actor who played Diana, gave one of the best performances I’ve seen, and I want her to be on Broadway immediately. This production really was a dream come true for me.

9. Six (Chicago Shakespeare Theater, Chicago, IL): We drove to Chicago from NYC to see Six, and it was definitely worth it. I was in the front row for the first time I saw it, which was a terrifying but incredibly fun experience. This cast is so incredibly talented, and the show is so much fun, and being there with almost all of my closest friends was such a memorable experience. I’m so excited to see it again when it comes to Broadway.

10. Little Shop of Horrors (Westside Theatre, New York, NY): This was my first experience seeing LSOH, and I had an absolute blast. The performances were incredible, with Christian Borle being just off-the-wall crazy. I haven’t laughed that much at a show in awhile. The Audrey II puppets are fantastic, and what they’ve done with the scenic design in such a small space is amazing. I’m excited to see it again with Gideon Glick.

11. Indecent (Huntington Theatre Company, Boston, MA): Indecent is and always will be my favorite play, and I’m so incredibly grateful I got to see it again in Boston. Huntington recreated the Broadway production with many of the original cast members, and it was such a special show. I never thought I’d see that production again live, and Huntington gave me such an incredible gift with this play.

12. Freestyle Love Supreme (Booth Theatre, New York, NY): FLS is just fun from start to finish. It’s completely improvised with special unannounced guests every night, so it’s different every time you see it. I loved seeing how they made the show more inclusive between Off-Broadway and Broadway (by asking people their pronouns, for example), and I have a blast every time.

13. Ain’t Too Proud - The Life and Times of the Temptations (Imperial Theatre, New York, NY): I saw Ain’t Too Proud mostly for Jeremy Pope, and I was so pleasantly surprised by how much I genuinely loved the show. Derrick Baskin is one of the most hardworking performers on Broadway—he literally does not leave the stage. The choreography is so much fun, and each person in the cast is so incredibly talented. It’s also one of the most pleasant stage doors I’ve ever experienced; everyone at the stage door just really genuinely wants to congratulate and thank the performers, and the actors are so kind.

14. Teeth (National Alliance for Musical Theatre Festival, New York, NY): It’s wild even to me that I’m putting a staged partial reading on this list, but that’s how good Teeth was. I spent the entire time laughing, and the songs are constantly stuck in my head. Everyone at the festival was talking about how much they loved the show, so I’m hopeful there will be a full production of it sometime soon.

15. Slave Play (John Golden Theatre, New York, NY): It’s hard to talk about Slave Play because it transcends descriptors like “good” or “bad.” Slave Play is important. It’s complex. It’s necessarily provocative. And it’s shaken up Broadway like no show has in recent memory. It’s a show I think every American adult should see. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw it. It only runs for a couple more weeks, and if you haven’t seen it, you need to.

#this was hard because i have no concept of time and can't remember anything that happened before may #long post #i'm gwen and i approve this message

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i love you 3000 | joe mazzello

Dad!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: Joe has the sole responsibility of taking care of his daughter, your daughter, on a Friday night. With you out, everything almost, I stress the almost, goes according to plan.

Warnings: None- Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Emma Rowan Mazzello is around the age of 5 here! I’m not sure if this will be a series or not, but I feel myself possibly writing a few more parts if this goes well!

Instead of going home to cook dinner for Joe and Emma like a normal weekday night, you were currently stuck at work pacing back and forth. Not only were you worried due to the presentation you were going to have to show in front of your boss in roughly fifteen minutes, but you were also stressed leaving your husband and daughter home alone.

Not that you didn’t trust Joe, that wasn’t the case at all, you were simply just used to picking up Emma after school and bringing her home where you would then cook dinner and help her with any homework she had; her homework would usually consist of colouring and word exercises.

On a Friday night, like tonight, the three of you would promptly make popcorn and watch a movie of Emma’s choice, being anything from a Disney movie to a Studio Ghibli movie. Afterwards, you, Joe, or the two of you together, would put Emma to sleep; it depended on who she wanted to read her a story that night.

After that, you and Joe would lay together in your room. Depending on how stressful your weeks had been, you would find yourselves reading a book, falling straight asleep, or taking part in some PG acts.

Back to the current situation, this wasn’t going to be the typical plan this Friday night, seeing as work had interfered. This left Joe, as he had said to you the previous day, with the responsibility of ‘planning a night Emmie will enjoy.”

Distracting you from your thoughts, your phone beeped from atop of your desk, leading you to rush over. It was just a test from Joe.

“Hi babe, I know you’re probably stressing right now, but I assure you that your presentation will go as planned.”

You smiled at the text in front of you. Even after years into marriage, he knew how to make your heart flutter.

“Also, I’ve already cooked dinner, Em’s favourite, mac n’cheese. And, don't worry, I cut her some vegetables too.”

You shook your head slightly at Joe’s message, a smile uncontrollably spreading across your face, distracting you from your present stress.

“Also, also. I’m taking her to the movie theater as a surprise. I promise, I won't put her to sleep late, we both will probably be asleep when you get home. I’ll see you later, love you <3”

Sending him a simple ‘thank you’ and ‘i love you so much’ back, you placed your phone away before packing up your stuff to present in the conference room.

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“Come on, ladybug,” Joe sighs, holding the carrot up to his daughters face. The two of them were currently sitting at the dinner table beside each other, eating the meal Joe had just cooked.

“It’s not going to hurt you.”

All Emma did was shake her head, crossing her arms as her lips went into a tiny pout, “It tastes gross.”

Joe tried his best to keep a straight face, biting the inside of his cheek to do so, when all he truly wanted to do was smile.

“How do you know it tastes gross when you haven’t eaten it yet?” Joe questions her, slightly raising his eyebrows at the question, as if stating the truth was really going to make his little five year old eat the carrot.

She shook her head again, looking at the floor.

“Fine,” Joe said while putting the carrot back down on her plate, “Daddy was going to take you somewhere special tonight, but I guess you’d rather I just put you to bed now.”

He stood up from the table, picking up his own face. The next steps of Joe’s negotiating was bound to work.

She peaked up from under her lashes as well as the strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face while she was glaring at the ground.

Joe finally had her attention.

“But, I can still take you somewhere special if you eat your carrots.”

Walking away from the table with his plate, he brought it to the sink, cursing himself under his breath for if this little plan wasn’t going to work.

Upon arriving back to the table, he saw Emma quickly eating the second baby carrot on her plate. He chuckled slightly at the sight.

“Slow down, Em, the surprise isn’t going to run away,” Joe smiled, sitting back down in the seat beside her, a smile forming on her own face in return.

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Unlocking the door to your house, you walked inside to be met by only the upstairs hallway light on, indicating that Joe wasn’t lying when he said he’d have her asleep by the time you got home.

Kicking off your shoes and walking up the stairs as quietly as possible, you shuffled your way to where a small source of light was emitting from; Emma’s room.

Walking right up to the doorframe, you put your back against the wall as you listened into the conversation of Joe and your daughter.

“And they lived happily ever after. The end,” you heard Joe speak softly, finishing some princess story to Emma.

Peaking your head in slightly, you saw Joe sitting on the side of her bed, your daughter all tucked in and drowning in pillows, looking as if she was going to fall asleep any moment- Joe wasn’t too far behind.

“Thank you, daddy,” she smiled sleepily, hugging her stuffed penguin close to her chest.

“You are very welcome,” Joe continues to speak ever so softly, placing the book he had just read ontop of her nightstand.

“Are you and Hugsy snug as a rug?” He asks, readjusting the comforter so it was placed just below her chin.

She laughs at his statement, burying her face in the neck of Hugsy, her stuffed penguin.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joe's lips pull into a soft smile.

“Goodnight, my ladybug,” he speaks while leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She smiles up to him as he pulls away, standing up from his previous position on the edge of the bed. You quickly peak your head away from the side of the door to not scare Joe, going back to standing completely outside the frame.

“I love you 3000,” your little girl speaks to Joe, and you could tell Joe was probably just about dying at the comment.

“I love you...” He briefly pauses, putting his hand to his chin pretending to think.

“4000!” Joe finally says back to her, shutting off the light in her room while walking into the hallway, closing the door behind him although leaving it ajar.

Turning to you, he looks anything but startled as he steps towards you to give you a kiss.

“I didn’t scare you?” You ask with subtle confusion, taking his hand and walking back to your shared room.

“You aren’t exactly as quiet as a mouse when walking up the stairs, love,” you playfully glared your eyes at him.

With both of you talking about your conference while getting ready for bed, you soon found yourselves cuddled up beside each other tucked under the comforter.

“What was that about, the loving you 3000?” you ask Joe, your head resting on his chest as your looked up to him, “were you guys learning numbers today?”

With his hand rubbing your back, he furrowed his brows at your thought, “not exactly.”

It took him a few moments to think before he was answering your question truthfully, “I took her to the movies and that was a line it.”

You smiled to yourself as you placed your head back down on his chest, arm draped over his torso, “what was the movie?”

“Endgame... that Avengers movie,” Joe spoke at an almost inaudible tone, watching as your head, regardless of his volume, quickly shot up.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello, I hope you’re joking,” the look on his face plainly stated otherwise.

“Joe, that’s too violent for her, really?” you moved yourself off of him to rest your head on your own pillow, your attention still focused on his face.

“She saw the movie poster and said it was pretty, and upon closer inspection, she noticed there were girl superheros, and it kinda went downhill from there,” Joe was fumbling with the edge of the covers in his hand, indicating he was propably feeling a tad guilty.

How could you blame him? He had her wrapped around his finger and you wouldn’t want it being any other way.

Even with the movie not being exactly appropriate for her, you couldn’t help but feel a happiness wash over you at the bonding the two of them did today.

“I swear, it wasn’t that bad, it could’ve been worse,” Joe says referring to the movie, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You sigh softly, your head rested beside his on his pillow, his scent comforting you.

“I love you 3000, y/n” he gave you a peck on the nose, squeezing you gently with his arms wrapped around you..

“I love you 3000, too, Joe.”

MASTERLIST

- Yours truly, R.

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superfics-forone · 4 years

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Heads will role

Warnings: Violence, light swearing, angst

Word Count: 2,955

Summary: You are an opera singer with a public life that has been blackmailed to work for a secret organization. Your current mission gets sabotaged by Bucky.

Notes: This is mostly exposition so sorry if that’s not your thing. This is also my first fic EVER so please by kind!! Also, I’m still trying to get a handle on how to post on this platform so please, please be patient with me! There are a couple links in there for music. I’m actually an opera singer so if you know about stage life at all this will make sense to you, if not, ask me! I have links in there for the music I was listening to (kind of like a soundtrack) while I wrote this. I think it makes the story more fun to read but up to you. I will probably continue this into a second part because our reader’s story isn’t done yet and I need more interaction with Bucky, but I hope you enjoy!

For @mermaidxatxheart‘s 500 Followers Challenge!!

They picked you because of your background - documented stage combat training, classical dancer, martial arts expert. They picked you because of your name. It was easy to remember, and just as easy to forget, rolling off the tip of the speaker’s tongue. They have picked you because you had a reason to fight and those reasons came in five loving bodies waiting for you back home.

But mostly they picked you because you had the easiest cover story of anyone in the department. If anyone was going to be able to get all of the necessary international documentation quickly and easily, with the fewest eyebrows raised, it was you. An internationally accredited opera singer.

This used to be one one of your favorite roles, but as the opening chords of Anna Bolena by Donizetti vibrates through the house of La Fenice you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart for the job you knew you had to do. Taking a deep breath you fixed your headpiece one more time and smoothed out your gold and red satin gown.

The lights glowed hot and little flecks of fog could be seen as you stepped onto the stage for your first scenes as the tortured queen in Donizetti’s masterpiece.

There were lots of things that could go wrong with this mission and as you looked up at the first box and saw your target the music was the farthest thing from you mind. Heavy red curtains hung around him that when drawn would give you the cover you needed to get the job done. It would have to be at the end of the first act. It was the only way to keep your cover.

“They” had specifically designed tonight’s opera around what needed to be done. At the end of the act you would dramatically faint during the fight scene between Percy and Smeton rolling to the other side of the bed where a body double would be waiting to take your spot. It was only a 60 second scene. There wasn’t any room for error. Some of the crew had even been taken down with a fever that morning and you knew that their “replacements” would be there in the wings to get you to the trap door leading into the box. The perfect cover. Plausible deniability. You, yourself a “tortured diva” at the end of the performance. Well, at least that part would be true you thought to yourself as the tenor playing your opera husband banged through the doors of your stage room. Now was the time. At the first sound of steel being drawn you put a hand to your forehead dramatically and rolled on top of your fake bed to the other side. The two fighters cut a curtain that fell dramatically across the bed and you swapped with your body double.

60 seconds. “They” were there. Fourteen pairs of hands were on you, stripping you of your big skirts and headdress, attaching your hidden harness to the rigging and in 7 seconds you had a sword in your hand and were being flown straight up to the third level to the trap door.

You hit with a thud that was covered by the swell in the orchestra.

13 seconds. Two. One. Now

You push open the door and spring into box as the lights flash. You don’t know who you strike and your knife flashes across the top of the seat placed at the front of the box. You never ask who your target is. You’re sure you’ll read about that tragedy later.

Something’s wrong. As soon as you hear a thud you realize that no one is there. There isn’t a body where there should be one. You look around in haste. The box is empty.

You look at the chaos on the stage and down to your watch on your harness unsure of what to do. Puzzled you look around. You look straight to the box on the other side of the house and see two eyes watching you intensely in an unlit box.

“Shit.”

You duck quickly behind the curtain and look at your watch. 45 seconds. You have to be back on stage! This mission is a bust!

You rolled back to the other side of the box and quickly threw your legs up over the trap door, clipping yourself in as you swung it shut again. Pulling the break you sped down the last twenty feet of wall with the team waiting below you.

You knew you would never see their faces again as the grabbed you and started dismantling your harness and putting you back in your costume.

You were quiet and pensive as a skirt came around your waist and a headdress was placed at the top of your head.

“He wasn’t there.” you whispered.

The flurry of hands around you stopped as the dresser in front of you looked in your eyes and her face went white.

“60 seconds” the man behind you cursed. You knew this would be your last night on stage. You knew that the people who had just helped you in and out of you costume were never going to make it out of the theater doors alive for your failure. You just had to get through this next act and prepare for whatever came after.

As you rolled back onto the stage and began singing the last few lines of act one finale you mentally prepared for you what you were going to be facing later tonight.

You raced back to your dressing room. You had to think. Thankfully you weren’t in the first scene of the second act and could form a plan. Ordinarily you’d stay in you costume but tonight your dressing room became a staging ground for the battle you knew you were about to face.

“They” expected you to be at the gala tonight. Your evening gown was even hanging in the closet to your left but you dove right past it and grabbed the black bag that you had made improvements on as soon as you had gotten tapped by “Them”.

You reached in about found your four inch knife and holster, strapping it to your thigh. It was a smooth weapon that would barely made a line through your dress. You dug out your passport, obviously a fake, and tucked it into your bra for later. It was only about 5 minutes before they were knocking on your door.

“Ms. Y/N, 5 minutes to places.”

“Thank you, five!” You called through the door praying the poor stage manager wouldn’t come in seeing you in such a state.

You climbed back into your costume and prepared for the second act...and the chase of your life that was bound to follow.

The final chords of the opera played furiously as the curtains fell. The audience roared their gratitude as the executioner stood before his block, sword in hand. It was the last image they saw before a black out. You breathed deeply trying to get the air back into your lungs that you had just given in that final aria. Everyone around you was congratulating each other on a show well done and it was all you could do not to run for your life.

You slowly made your way to your dressing room where a flurry of costume techs were surrounding you - hands coming from all different directions. You flashed back to act one.

Those eyes in the dark box. Blue and curious. Waiting and ready.

Who was it? Why did he compromise you?

Whoever he was you knew that it didn’t matter. Right now you just had to get to the next door.

As the last tech left you slipped your silver evening gown over your body double checking that your knife and passport where still on your person.

Looking around the room one last time you looked at the picture of your family - the five people you’d be leaving behind and sighed. Undoing the frame itself you folded the picture and tucked it safely into your knife holster.

Taking one last look around the room you walked out the door.

You brushed your way past the chorus and backstage hands weaving your way through the throng. You didn’t stop to chat as people yelled “Brava” to you as you brushed back.

Your dress brushed around your legs as you rushed back up to the stage hoping to make it to the loading dock and slip out the door unnoticed. You wove your way around the set. The tower, throne, and executioner's block still out waiting to be reset by stage hands.

You heard voices coming toward you and hide behind the raised throne’s dias waiting for them to pass. You breathed low and slowly so as not to be heard.

Staying low you backed away from the throne watching the stagehands as they left through the door. Crouched down you reached for the door behind you while still watching to make sure no one came.

Cold, smooth, ROUND metal met your hand.

(Music)

Panicked you swung your head around as your fight or flight instincts kicked in. You dropped your clutch, you hand forming a fist as you punched straight for the crouch now directly in your sight line.

You heard a groan as you twisted around the man now doubled over in pain almost making it to the door before two arms wrapped themselves around your waist and picking you up back toward the stage. You brought your legs up and pushed against the wall, using it as leverage and kicked pushing your attacker back and over a box. His grip loosened slightly and you threw your head back into his. Using the momentum of your fall you flicked your legs over your head grateful for the flexibility that years as a dancer had given you.

Reaching through your dress slit you grabbed your knife and came over the top or your opponent to stab his chest, your head above his. His hand grabbed your wrist inches from his chest and for a moment you registered that his hand was the smooth metal you had felt from earlier. Shocked you looked into his cool blue eyes and saw him smirk at your discovery. His hand squeezed slightly, twisting your wrist and dislodging the knife from your grip. It bounced harmlessly against his chest.

With a singer’s scream you swept your right leg around his through using the grip he had on your wrist against him pulling his arm straight up as you sought to cut off his air supply.

You felt your stomach lurch as he picked you up as though you weighed nothing, your bare leg peaking out of your dress, still wrapped around his neck.

“Who is this guy!” You thought to yourself. This was taking too long and all of his moves were nearly missing you. He had you in the air and threw you onto the mattress of the bed you had started this mission on. Having been rolled to the wings during the intermission you only had about two feet of clearance between you and the wall. You crawled around to the head of the bed, knowing there was a fake backing, while he made his way to the foot. Slinking around the side you felt a sharp piece of the bed frame graze your face stinging as your ran for you knife lying on the ground.

Three loud, long steps sounded behind you. And you felt air as the man dove for your knife trying to get it away from you. Knowing that he would get there first you stopped, remembered the executioner's block he had fallen on at the beginning of your struggle and changed course. You wiped the blood from your cheek and picked up the sword. His eyes followed your blade as it pressed against his neck.

“Don’t move”.

“Mercy” he said. Now that you had the advantage you took in the person in front of you. He looked at up at you half sitting up with you knife in his hand.

“I’m not going to hurt you” he said dropping your knife on the ground as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Really,” you scoffed, “The bruises on my knees and hips say otherwise.

“Self defense.” he shrugged.

“WHAT?”

“You threw the first punch.” He said matter of factly, “And it was a cheap shot too.” His eyes squinted as he cocked his head to the side away from your sword.

You were thrown for a second but pressed the blade back to his carotid.

“Who are you?” You demanded.

“That’s what I was going to ask you, doll. I would say Y/F/N Y/L/N considering I just heard you sing but the way you just fought would say you’re a little bit more than that. Then there’s that pesky detail of you trying to kill our poor friend in that box.”

You panicked for a moment.

“No one was supposed to know about this mission. Where are you getting your information? Who do you work for?”

He laughed as he slowly got off his knees, hands up in defeat, your sword still precariously place on his neck.

“Let’s just say I have some very patriotic friends who can’t seem to mind their own business.”

You stood in confusion as you pieced together his words.

What happened next was entirely a blur. His metal hand swirled around the blade of your sword and the clang of metal sounded as it hit the floor.

You found yourself with your arms at your sides pressed up against the man’s broad chest. You felt tiny compared to his large frame and had to pull your head back to keep from being two inches from his face. You were so close could smell his musky aftershave.

“So, do you want to tell me who you are now, doll?”

“You already said you knew who I was” you retorted.

“True, Y/N, but I don’t know WHY you’re here.”

“I had a job to do” you looked away from his eyes in slight shame. You didn’t want to answer these questions.

“Yes, which you failed because the president got a suddenly violent flu before the end of the duet.”

You raised your eyes in shock and looked into his deep blue ones.

“Who are you?” You gasped in fear.

“I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”

A shadow fell across the back wall behind Bucky. You saw it coming fast and furiously, eyes widening.

Bucky, seeing the fear in your eyes, released you and turned to face the attacker. You knew there was no running from this.

A black blur was all you could see as you realized these would be your final moments and you prayed to whatever God there was out there to keep your family safe. At least if you died they wouldn’t know what you did... you hoped.

Instead of the pain you knew was coming you heard grunting and fighting instead. Opening your eyes you saw Bucky fighting off your attacker, throwing him across the backstage with a yell. The black-clad attacker fell into the executioner's block with a loud THUD. You chuckled for a moment over how heads had rolled over this prop tonight.

You gaped for a moment as Bucky went in pursuit of the attacker following him over the block. He landed a nice right hook across the attacker’s face.

You knew this fight wouldn’t last long. Bucky really had avoided hurting you when you fought. He wasn’t holding back now. You took this opportunity to get out of the grips of both your attackers, picking up the knife Bucky had dropped and dropping down to the trap door of the backstage to get out to the loading dock’s alley as quickly as possible. You didn’t know what your next stop would be, but you knew that the next stop was going to be completely of grid.

As you slunk from shadow to shadow down the alley in your evening gown, you faded wordlessly into the Venician night. Running was going to be your life now.

If only it would be that easy. You pulled out your family’s picture from your knife holster and thought for a moment.

Once you had criss crossed the Venetian canals long enough to distract any pursuers you walked into a small tourist shop and grabbed a postcard from an outdoor spin tower.. La Fenice was on the front. You also grabbed a pen and kept walking. No one suspected you to lift while you were dressed like this and you used it to your advantage.

You needed a message. Something only your family would understand. Saying that you were safe. Saying that you would watch out for them. Knowing that they would worry regardless you wrote one word on your postcard. It seemed insignificant, but it had been a password for your family since your youngest sibling had been born. They would understand. They had to.

You searched for a post bin and slipped your message inside, and with it said goodbye to your life. Turning, you squared your shoulders, head on swivel, and you hopped on a water taxi. You still weren’t sure what Bucky was doing there tonight but he was the reason you were in this situation. As the boat pulled back from the doc you made your way through the warm humid night. Whoever found you first, you’d be ready.

#Bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #opera fic #Anna Bolena #Donizetti

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beachbabywrites · 5 years

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Anya // A Natasha Romanoff imagine

Valentine’s Request 14/?

REQUEST: So this idea just came to me with Natasha x reader x wine and i couldnt resist. Natasha and the R slept together while being on the Avengers, right, and after a couple of weeks Nat decides to quit the team and live a normal life for awhile, no S.h.i.e.l.d and all. Even tho they had feelings. After like 2, 5 years the R meets Natasha in the shop and theres a toddler right by her side. The R is a fem, please, she has magic hands yeeah😂❤ - @chonisbestmistake

"I'm a goddess, what can I say?" You whispered against pale flesh. A heartbeat thundered under your lips, your hands caressed soft skin.

"I've never believed in myths." The woman under you whispered before she wrestled you onto your back. With one hand she held both of your wrists above your head, her free hand teased with intent til you groaned. She pulled away, a smirk on her face as she crawled off the bed, turning to a dresser.

"How can you call me a myth when I'm sitting right here? I've seen centuries of humanity denying my existence but never to my face." You sat up, back against the headboard.

"Wanda can move things with her mind. Is she a goddess? Am I a goddess of war? Chaos? Despair? I don't believe in gods. Superhumans, yes. There's something about them to believe in." You tilted your head to the side, she turned abruptly, the look on her face told you the conversation was over and she had something else on her mind.

"No one's heard from Natasha in days. Have you gotten any word from her? -S" You stared at the phone screen, your heart couldn't decide if it wanted to stop altogether or race away. Taking a deep breath, you answered.

"Not in a couple days. Have you tried asking Clint?"

Waiting for the little 'ding!' of an incoming text was proving to be more exhausting as the hour moved on. You paced the room, you paced to the kitchen and back. You checked the burner, you checked your personal. Nothing new.

Your answer wouldn't come for four more days, days you spent worrying, checking with agents who had worked alongside Romanoff, checking to see when her last mission was. No one had an answer for you before then, 'it was so abrupt, so out of the blue!' and 'I think her identity was blown, someone from her past showed up.' were both whispered to you on separate hallways. No one knew when her last mission was, no one knew if this was her last mission. That is until you got the email from Deputy Director Hill forwarded to you by a trusted companion.

"Agent Romanoff turned in her signed resignation letter on the 11th of this month. The reasoning is unclear. She has requested that she not be contacted."

You didn't believe it. Natasha wasn't the kind to retire, she had told you one night that the Avenger's was her only place in the world, she didn't have a backup plan if it all ended.

You showed up at her apartment and tried your key. It didn't fit the lock anymore. You pulled a bobby pin out of your pocketbook and when the door fell open you couldn't find it in you to enter the apartment. It was all different. The white couch with a wine stain was now yellow with green and red stripes. The Monet painting that hung next to her bookshelf was gone, a flat-screen replacing it. The place was empty, no food in the cabinets or fridge, no books on the shelf, no magazines on the coffee table. Her bed was stripped and clothes gone. It was like she scrubbed every bit of Natasha away from the apartment.

In your own home, you checked the drawer you had given her to keep her things in and to your astonishment it was empty too. You wondered how long it had been empty, had she been here just days ago to take her things back and leave? Or did she take them when she first left?

That night -and the next and the next- your chest felt cold and your bed, hollow. Or was it the other way around? You weren't sure anymore.

Agitation crawled under your skin, anxiety surfaced as anger and anger ate away at your sleep for many nights, soon turning to a deep gray depression. But it didn't stay depression long, no, the anger came back at the one month mark of her vanishing. It was a cycle you didn't know how to control. Your emotions were getting in the way of your work with the Avengers, making you dangerous to take on a mission.

Everyone tiptoed around you, the teammates that used to pick and tease now avoided you if possible if not, they spoke to you like they were comforting a sad child. Steve begged you to take time off, Wanda threw pitiful glances your way. Stark kept you busy.

You envied how Thor could come and go as he pleased, leave this planet and escape to another realm. You had never thought of your exile on Earth as an unbearable condition, not until you couldn't get away from the things that taunted you and reminded you of everything you should have said.

When one night the pain of losing Natasha so unexpectedly seemed to finally dull, you went out with Agent 13 and let her introduce you to a girl who worked at her favorite coffee shop. The girl was nice, her name was Elle, her smile was bright and when you woke up the next morning beside her you almost felt alright again. When she hugged you goodbye your body froze up and your mind stalled. A familiar scent of jasmine and honeysuckle and whiskey and warm nights and wrinkled sheets and red nail polish and quiet whispers flooded your senses. Sharon confronted you a week later and wanted to know why her coffee order was wrong for the first time in the nine years she had been going there.

So you decided you needed closure. To know she was okay. Or that she wasn't. You just needed to know what happened to her.

Agent Barton knew something, you could just tell, the look in his eyes was sympathetic as he wished he could say something before remembering he had an appointment to get to.

Steve knew nothing, but he wouldn't let himself focus on it for too long. "Natasha can take care of herself. If she was in trouble, she would have gotten word to us. I know there was something between you, but don't you think its time to move on? I mean, heal. Let yourself get over it." His kind intentions were ignored and you called the next best spy you knew.

So that's how you ended up in Ely, Nevada in a hotel room, a notebook splayed out in front of you. You'd officially met a dead end. One of Natasha's credit cards registered to an Alina Melnyk had paid for a three-year lease on an apartment building that was no longer standing and then the card was never used again.

You looked out over the small town, wondering if Steve was right. If Natasha had wanted to be found, she would have left a forwarding address, her phone wouldn't have been thrown out.

You picked up your pocketbook and headed outside, a list running through your head of food you needed, wondering how illegal it was to stop and dig up a small cactus from the parking lot of a movie theater.

The white fluorescent lights of the grocery store flickered a bit as you examined the options. You could hear the sound of a child laughing a couple aisles away. She scolded her mommy and laughed louder again and you smiled as you picked up a bag of chips.

You heard the little girl's voice growing louder, coming closer. You turned to watch as her mom pushed the cart by the aisle. She was leaned in close to the little girl, two small hands on her cheeks as the girl babbled on about two cartoonish sounding characters.

"We'll see, Anya, my sweet little chickpea." Her mom assured her and pressed a quick kiss to the girl's forehead.

The 8 dollar bottle of wine in your hands hit the floor, you gasped as you felt the liquid hit your feet.

"I'm so sorry." You rushed out as a woman in a uniform shirt came to ask if you were okay.

It was her.

It wasn't Natasha anymore but it was her.

You headed down the center aisle, your cart was long forgotten as you scanned the store for the red-haired woman. You turned a sharp angle and almost collided with someone else, a mess of apologies were thrown out before both realized who they were apologizing to.

Natasha stood before you, red hair in a bun, bangs covering the little scar above her left eyebrow. She was pale as a ghost and seemed to be frozen.

"Natasha?"

"That's not my name." She answered, but didn't move. The little girl was trying to get her mother's attention, waving wildly. "What are you doing here?" The anger in her voice squashed every bit of the confidence you had when you flew out to Nevada.

"I came looking for you."

"I didn't want you to."

"Natasha-"

"That's not my name." She was never the kind of person to lose her cool, to yell and make a scene, but she was turning red in the face and with every word her voice grew louder. "Will you please get out of the way so I can get through?" When the child asked, 'Matsya, what's wrong?' she pulled her glare from you and softened her gaze as she placed a hand on strawberry blonde curls.

"Nothing is wrong, chickpea. Come on, what do you say we go find you a new flower?" She was talking to you again when she whispered, "Move, now. And go back to New York or so help me-"

Nothing made sense anymore, especially the child. She looked too much like Natasha to be adopted. You wondered if she had left New York and the Avengers and you to start over, to have the family she was told she couldn't have. Her hostility didn't make sense, but what could you expect when you cornered a predator. But what really didn't make sense though, was why she showed up at your hotel door in oversized glasses and a floppy sun hat.

She stayed six steps away at all times, you thought when you opened the door she would hug you. She lifted her arms slightly, her hands clenched and she dropped them by her sides again before asking if you'd speak to her.

"She's yours." Was the first and only thing out of her mouth for about ten minutes. "My neighbor watches her during the day while I'm at the diner."

"She's mine?" You asked, wondering if she thought you were that dense.

"She really is. I hadn't slept with anyone else in the time we were together and after I left I didn't let anyone touch me. I didn't want to risk hurting her."

"Why did you leave?" You asked, fighting back the urge to yell 60 questions at once, all of them starting with why. "You didn't even say goodbye."

"I didn't know what else to do. I did what I thought was best for Anya."

"Anya? Is that her name?" She nodded and pulled a phone out of her oversized tote bag to show you pictures. "Were you pregnant when you left?"

"I was, yes."

"If she's mine, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"Like I said, I did what I thought was best for my baby. Our baby. The day I found out I heard from one of my W.I.s that a man named Kocera had just gotten his visa approved and I left as soon as I could. He was a horrible man when I knew him in the '90s, a dangerous man. And I had wronged him before. So if he were to find me, what was stopping him from getting even?" The straw hat that Nat held in her hands was being wound and unwound until finally, she threw the hat down on the desk. You felt like you were watching a completely different person; Her mannerisms, her speech pattern, everything about her was different and you understood finally what the agents meant when they told you her specialty was reinventing herself.

"You never even called me."

"I didn't know what to say... You went on dates. I thought it would be unfair for me to send one email out of the blue after two years." You bit your tongue to keep from admitting you spent those two years a shell of who you used to be, pathetically waiting and searching and denying.

"I went on one date. It didn't end well... Natasha, I missed you." The distance between the two of you felt too far, but both of you were scared to move closer.

"You have to understand, I go by Elitsa now. I missed you too. More than you could ever know, especially after my behavior the last few years. Would you like to meet Anya? I think it's about time she meets her mother."

"I'm sorry, but how could she possibly be mine?" You asked, nothing in your history, the history of your people could explain how she would be yours. No stories were passed down from the great grandmother that birthed time, chaos, light and dark that warned you of this.

"You are a goddess aren't you?"

#valentines celebration #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel #marvel fic #marvel oneshot #marvel imagine #beachbabywrites

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burnouts3s3 · 5 years

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Joker (2019), a review

(Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit unprofessional blog post written by an unprofessional blog poster. All purported facts and statement are little more than the subjective, biased opinion of said blog poster. In other words, don’t take anything I say too seriously. I enjoyed all 5 Michael Bay Transformers films, for crying out loud.) Just the facts 'Cause you're in a Hurry! Ticket Price: Will Vary Theater to Theater How much I paid: 10.95 USD Rated: R for Strong Bloody violence, Disturbing Behavior, Language and Brief Sexual Images Running time: 122 minutes (2 Hours and 2 Minutes) 3-D: No Post-Credits Sequences: None. My Personal Biases: I like Superheroes. I like superhero movies. I like the DCEU and I have a disposable amount of income that means going to see an overpriced movie means nothing to me. Sorry if you were looking for someone harsher. I liked the first Hangover film but not Hangover 2 and Hangover 3. I have not seen Old School, the King of Comedy or Taxi Driver. The Controversy: A lot of critics are worried that the Joker will incite a mass shooting because it portrays a lonely white guy who becomes a killer in a sympathetic light. Security: When I went to my local theater, the showings had a strict “no handbags, no backpacks and no costumes or helmets or facepaint” rule. When I left the showing, there was a police car outside waiting “in case something happened”. My Verdict: For all the hype and controversy, Joker doesn’t feel like a cohesive whole (maybe on purpose?). Its interesting scenes and a character study about a guy losing his way that feels like an homage to Taxi Driver without actually accomplishing it. Still, Joaquin Phoenix is great at the role and his performance is worth the price of admission alone. Honestly, Director Todd Phillips had more to say (problematic or not) about arrested development, medication, reckless behavior and daddy issues with the Hangover’s Alan. I recommend a viewing, but if you’re squeamish or don’t feel like going outside for whatever reason, you can always wait for Video on Demand. Warning: SPOILERS! Joker (2019), a review

You know, I was already sick and tired of the conversation the Joker started before I even watched the movie. There’s been a lot of talk about how problematic the movie was and whether or not releasing the film now with all these mass shootings and political tension in the air was a good idea. Pitched as Taxi Driver but with the Joker, the new film is said to be the launch of DC’s Black Label, stand alone films that are not connected to the rest of the DC Extended Universe. As such, Warner Bros. is taking a new approach and casting Joaquin Phoenix as a Joker not in any way related to Jared Leto’s version found in Suicide Squad. It also shoots for a much different style of film not seen in the Marvel movies (or for the matter, even DC’s own Aquaman and Shazam). I always hate it when people are concerned about problematic content or giving people the wrong ideas because there’s not a direct correlation that such works of art that has those ideas will be accepted. I reject this notion because I see plenty of good or positive content being promoted that people just don’t seem to take. To use an example, I don’t think Captain Marvel is going to convince a bunch of white women to join the military or vote for the democratic party in 2020. As such, even if this new Joker film didn’t exist, the next mass shooter is probably going to find inspiration from another source. Problematic or not, I was simply eager to find out whether the film was any good. As such, here’s a review of the controversial “Joker”. In 1981, Arthur Fleck lives with his mother Penny in Gotham City working as a clown-for-hire. He suffers from a neurological disorder that causes him to laugh at inopportune times, and regularly visits a social services worker to get medication. After a group of street kids steal Arthur's sign and beat him in an alley, one of his coworkers loans him a gun for protection. Arthur also meets Sophie, a single mother who lives in a neighboring apartment, and invites her to his stand-up comedy routine. If I were to tell you that I thought the Joker film was ambitious but flawed, do you wish me to send you my email address so you can write me a nasty letter or should I bring out the rotten vegetables so you can throw them at me? During a visit to a children's hospital, Arthur's gun falls out of his pocket, which results in his firing. Arthur also learns that the social service program is shutting down, leaving him with no way to get his medication. During a subway ride home, Arthur is harassed by a group of three Wayne Enterprises businessmen, and he kills them when they start to beat him. This unintentionally starts a protest movement against Gotham City's rich, with protesters donning clown masks in his image. Let’s get one thing out of the way; whatever my feelings on the film are, Joaquin Phoenix owns the role. His Joker is simply magnificent to behold and it’s very visible both from the weight transformation to this mannerisms that he was ready for this role. The sympathetic moments you feel are solely because of him. Well done. Sadly, the rest of the film doesn’t live up to the hype or controversy (in my opinion). It feels like interchangeable beats with little to no progression. It’s not so much a plot driven film as it is a character study of Arthur’s descent into madness. We see portraits of his life and see how he just can’t catch a break and it does show him in a sympathetic light. I will give credit that the film eventually revealing that Arthur ISN’T a special person that is misunderstood but is just a guy who’s just like everyone else who thinks he should have more than he has right now. See, in a series of reveals, it shows us that Arthur is an unreliable narrator. His love interest was something he imagined because she was nice to him one time. His belief that he is the illegitimate son of Thomas Wayne (an idea planted into him by his mother) is nothing more than wishful thinking. The movie goes out of its way to paint that while Arthur may have a sympathetic situation, he’s taking actions that are not. It’s only when things start attempting to world build that everything gets confusing. Apparently, Arthur becomes some sort of symbol for the poorer class of the city (#OccupyClownStreet ?) and people start dressing up like him. And there’s a reveal with Thomas Wayne which I just rolled my eyes at. It’s just weird that Arthur ‘coincidentally’ kills 3 Wayne Enterprise employees and people take it as a political statement even though Arthur reiterates he’s not political. It’s unclear what the film is trying to say about any of the subject matters it brings up. Director and screenwriter Todd Phillips said more about medication, unresolved parental issues, arrested development and entitlement with the Hangover’s Alan. This isn’t even “screw all sides, shut up and get off my lawn” libertarian fratboyism as patented by South Park (a position, I would argue, that Matt Stone and Trey Parker, have since back peddled on). It doesn’t really say anything during it’s runtime other than “rich people suck and society made me this way”. (Again, in my personal, subjective, biased opinion). CAVEAT: It’s clear that the Joker controversy has eclipsed even the film itself. Beyond all the punditry, the fans and critics debating, the moral panic and the extra security, the film itself is just another Joaquin Phoenix show case. It’s not even ‘that’ violent apart from one stabbing. Maybe that’s the joke? That the controversy surrounding the film is more important than said film? Director Todd Phillips said he wanted to make a ‘real movie’ and pass it off as a superhero movie. Aside from the weird swipe against other superhero movies, Todd Phillips seems to be trying so hard to get prestige when I’d say the Hangover films had sharper teeth than this. I understand a lot of people are unsure whether or not to go see the movie given the current political climate and safety concerns. I won’t judge them, but I’m of the opinion that if you let fear get to you, the people propagating the fear usually win. However, if you’re unsure, I don’t see a problem with just waiting for the film to come out on VOD. It’s rare for a film to get this much attention, regardless of whether Warner Brothers and Todd Phillips planned for it. I just wish it had more to say given the opportunity. Rating: Matinee

#joker #todd phillips #the hangover #arthur fleck #dc #dc black label #dceu #dc extended universe #joaquin phoenix

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kimjongdahhwae · 5 years

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Crush Culture

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader Genre: Fluff, High School!AU

a/n: When you listen to a particular song and a scenario just popped out of your mind HAHAHAHA. In this case, the song is Crush Culture by Conan Gray. Listen to his EP entitled “Sunset Season” , 11/10 would recommend!!!

This is not proofread so I’m sorry for the mistakes. HSKHSKHSK

Anyway, enjoy reading. ________________________________________________________________

"Jesus Christ Yeri, stop looking at your phone and finish this project!" you retorted at your groupmate who is also your best friend.

"I literally stopped for like 2 seconds to check the time y/n, don't overreact!" she said and continued to type your paper in History.

"And you're literally using your laptop, why can't you just look at the time on your laptop, it's right there!" you grinned

"Shut up!"

"Obviously you're waiting for him to text you, well he won't," you said and continued to read other references on your laptop.

"This is why nobody likes you."

"Sometimes I ask myself why did we become best friends? Oh yeah right, because you love me," you said and made Yeri rolled her eyes and laughed.

High school is one of the shittiest moments in your life, with all the boys and girls trying to get noticed by their crushes or worse, being in a relationship. In high school, it seems like "who are you with" is more important above everything.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I was up all night finding some more references," your other groupmate said while placing his bag on the table.

"Jaemin, we know you stayed up all night because you're playing video games with Jeno," you said, still focused on your laptop.

"I didn't say that," Jaemin said, opening his laptop while rubbing his eyes.

"You don't have to, because it's pretty obvious," you pointed at his laptop screen and his eyes widened when he saw the icon of the video game, still opened.

"See, this is why no one has a crush on you," Yeri said sarcastically.

"I'm too smart for them anyways," you joked.

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It's a lunch break and you're currently eating in the cafeteria with Yeri.

"Why do they show their clinginess and affection here, IT'S A FREAKING SCHOOL!" you remarked, annoyed at the couple sitting on the table across you.

"Why are you so mad about couples doing their stuff, being sweet to each other or whatever. That's how they show their love for each other," Yeri replied and took a bite of her sandwich.

"I don't hate them, I despise them."

Minutes later, Jaemin arrived and took a seat in front of you while placing his backpack on the table.

"Did you print our paper?" you asked, he just nodded and yawned.

"You played video games all night again, why am I not surprised," Jaemin didn't answer and placed his face flat on his backpack.

You were surprised when Yeri slammed her left palm on the table while holding her phone on her other hand.

"Got to go guys! I just need to meet someone!" Yeri excitedly said and exited the cafeteria.

"Geez, what's up with people and their so-called crushes," you rolled your eyes and finished your lunch.

"What's up with you and your irritation towards crushes," Jaemin said, face still on his bag.

"They make me want to spill my guts out. People pursue their crushes but in the end, it will not work out."

Jaemin lifted his face and looked at you.

"What if you met someone and I don't know, you fell for that person?"

"I doubt it," you laughed.

Jaemin stared at your eyes.

"Just, what if?" he asked, and he seems serious.

"I don't know really, whatever happens, happens I guess?" you shrugged because the thought of you having a crush? Not gonna happen.

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"Jaemin, where are we going again?" you lazily asked and letting yourself get dragged by Jaemin.

"There's this new arcade that opened yesterday, Jeno told me about it," Jaemin stopped at his tracks.

"And why are you dragging me there instead of Jeno?" you crossed your arms. You just want to go home and sleep, or watch Netflix.

"We already went there yesterday! So I thought, why not I asked you to go with me?"

"Okay first, you didn't 'asked' me, you just told me to come with you somewhere."

"But--" Jaemin was cut-off by you, shushing him.

"Second, I'm tired. PE drained me physically and mentally. Third, I left my wallet at home. I don't have any extra money."

"Fear not! I'll treat you so let's go!"

Seems like this boy will never give up, you let yourself get dragged by Jaemin once again.

When you both arrived at the arcade, it was packed with high school students around your age and some kids with their brothers or sisters.

You and Jaemin bought tokens, courtesy of him of course because you forgot your wallet. He dragged you to the basketball game first.

"Let's battle!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah why n--"

"--you're ready to lose?" you said while grinning.

"Oh, it's on!"

"The loser will buy pizza!"

You and Jaemin went to every multiplayer game and tallied your scores who won on that particular game.

"Guess I'm buying you pizza before going home?" Jaemin asked when the two of you went out of the arcade.

"Of course, told you-you're gonna lose," you smirked.

"Well, lead the way miss y/n," he said and made a gesture with his hand.

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You and Jaemin became close months after.

When you want to do something, go out or go to the library to study and Yeri is not available or busy, you text Jaemin. You two are always hanging out with each other's houses.

You're now waiting for Jaemin outside of the movie theater. It’ s Saturday so he asked you to hangout with him.

You [4:00 PM]: Wer r u? >:( Jaemin [1:03 PM]: omw, sorry :<

You sighed because you knew this would happen. Jaemin always wakes up late because of video games.

You smiled because you realized how you have gotten closer with Jaemin. Before, you two are just acquaintances. Now, he's like your second best friend. You thought of his mannerisms, his smile that makes your day, his deep laugh, his eyes that stared at your own pair whenever you two make a bet or debate about something.

Your phone buzzed again. You opened it expecting it was Jaemin, no it's Yeri. You're going to read Yeri's message, but Jaemin is calling you.

"Where are you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm walk--no running to get there on time, I'm buying fries to make it up to you."

"You better!"

You suddenly had the urge to pee, so you went to the restroom. When you got out, you heard someone---a boy said Yeri's name.

"She's not even that pretty, She's the one who's pursuing me HAHAHAHA!"

"Dude, that girl is head over heels for you."

"Yes, she even tried to kiss me, who am I to refuse?"

"Then you dumped her the next day because you said she's boring. You're kinda cruel, man."

The group of boys continued laughing, you couldn't resist yourself and punched the guy in the face.

"You boys are disgusting!"

"Who the hell are you?" he asked while holding his jaw.

"Dude, I think she's a friend of Yeri's," his friend whispered.

"Oh, that boring girl who likes me?" you punched him again at his comment.

"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I'm not going to hurt you," he smirked and raised his arm but someone punched him first, and it's not you or his friends, it was Jaemin.

"Sorry I'm late, let's ditch this movie," he smiled and dragged you out of the scene.

You went to the playground with Jaemin, you're both currently sitting on the swing set. It's already 5:30 PM and neither of you are speaking about what happened earlier. Jaemin doesn't like this, he doesn't like it when you're quiet and thinking about things that are making you sad.

"Hey, do you want to get some ice cream?" he tried to broke the silence.

"Can I say something....for like a second? Do you know the real reason why I don't want to have feelings with anybody?" you blurted out, having the urge to vent out suddenly.

"Yes, you said they make you want to spill your guts out."

"That's not just it, I hate the feeling of getting hurt. They will feed you beautiful lies, kiss you and then they will forget you because they found someone new," you said, and then looked down.

"I really want to experience these things but, I can't bear the thought of someone leaving me for another. I don't want to experience this pain again. Just like what my father did," you said and looked at Jaemin, who is already looking at you.

You remembered the day your father left you and your mom for another family. You're 10 years old and just got home from school when you heard your mom and dad fighting in the kitchen, you faced them. When they saw you, they stopped but told you to go to your room.

Later that night, you were woken up by the banging of the door. You went outside to your room and saw your mother standing while crying in the living room, you saw your father already on the front door leaving. You called him and turned to you.

"Don't leave us, please. You and mom can fix this," you cried while hugging him.

"I'm sorry y/n, we can't," he broke the hug to take a look at you.

"Remember this, I love you both okay? I love you and your mom."

"If you love us then, why are you leaving?"

"I don't want to hurt your mother anymore. Give her the love I didn't give, take care of her," you father whispered while rubbing your tears away.

Then he stood up, went out and closed the door.

You told Jaemin about what happened, and how a year later you found your dad in a mall with another woman, holding a child.

"This is why I don't want to catch feelings for a person because, in the end, they'll fall out and will not catch you."

"Hey, not all men are the same," Jaemin said looking into your eyes, you didn't respond and just looked at your feet again.

"I will never do that to you. I will never hurt you," Jaemin whispered.

"What did you say?" you looked at Jaemin, shocked because of what he said.

You clearly heard him. You just don't know what or how to respond.

"Nothing," he shrugged. Once again, silence consumed the both of you.

Until both of you spoked at the same time but being the gentleman he was, he let you speak first.

"I want to go home, I'm worried about Yeri."

"I'll walk you home," Jaemin stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it even though you still feel the awkwardness earlier.

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It's Sunday night, you and Yeri are having a sleepover.

"Are you sure your fine?" you asked her.

"For the nth time, I'm fine, he's not worth my tears anyway," he said and popped a chip in her mouth.

You're watching some horror film in your living room. You thought this sleepover because of Yeri, because of what that guy did to her but instead, you're the one who needs some advice.

"What's the deal between you and Jaemin?" she blurted out, making you jump because of his name.

"Uhh, we're fine? I guess?" you said and scrolled tweets on your phone.

"Y/n you're not telling me something. What did I miss between the two of you?"

"Nothing! We're just friends!" you said defensively.

"I know your lying," she smirked.

You gave up and told her the events that happened yesterday.

"Well, do you like him?" she raised her eyebrow.

"No? As I said, we're just friends."

"Well, in that case, you don't mind if he will have a crush on other people at school? or if I will have a crush on him?"

"N-no!"

"Think of a thing you've always wanted to do."

"Then?" this time, you're the one who raised an eyebrow.

"Then think of a person who you wanted to accompany you in doing that thing," Yeri said and smirked at your reaction.

"You smiled, I know you thought of Jaemin first before me," she pointed at your face.

"No I DID NOT!" yes, yes you did.

"I'm going to sleep. Sort out your feelings. I know you're still scared of experiencing these things and thinking that men are the same but Jaemin is different and I can feel it. He likes you so much and It's very obvious. You're the only one who can't see it," Yeri patted your head and went to your room.

You contemplated what Yeri said.

Yes, you thought of Jaemin first because he's the easy going type of person, unlike Yeri. You always want to hang out with him because his sense of humor is different. He's always making you laugh and sometimes it's the other way around. Seeing Jaemin's smile or laugh, and knowing it's because of you makes your heart flutter. He doesn't judge you at whatever you do and listens to your rants about life 24/7. He always walks you home even though his street is on the other side. He takes care of you.

Oh mY gOd DO I REALLY LIKE HI--

Your phone buzzed, it's a text from Jaemin saying he's outside your house.

You still don't want to see or talk to him because you're scared to face him. But it seems like your feet has a mind of its own and immediately walked towards the front door. You opened it and saw Jaemin, wearing a white hoodie, sweatpants, and his favorite sneakers.

"What are you doing here this late?"

"I can't sleep."

"And?"

"I've been thinking about what happened yesterday."

"Oh, Yeri's fine. She's sleeping in my ro--"

"No, the one when we're on the playground. About what I said. I really REALLY like you y/n. You're smart, and beautif--"

"I am smart but I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL" you really can't take compliments.

"Please let me finish first," Jaemin sighs.

"Riiiight, sorry."

"I know you're scared of these crushes and catching feelings stuff but I can't control mine. I really like you and I tried to change your point of view about it so I am trying to pursue you that is why I asked you what if there's a person and you fall for that person, and I tried to be that person so I'm always asking you to hang out with me or spend time with me but you still won't budge. I know you don't like me and you will never like me bu--" Jaemin is now fumbling with his words so you cut him.

"I hate to say this but,,,, I like you too? I guess?" there you finally said it.

"What?" Jaemin's eyes widened, slowly he's smiling.

"Uhhhh, what do people call it? Uhm,,, I have a crush on you gOSH this is so embarrassing!" you said and covered your face with your hands. Jaemin removed your hands and squished your cheeks.

"You're cute when you get embarrassed," Jaemin laughed you punched him playfully.

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"No, you said it yourself, you like me," Jaemin smiled widely. That soft smile that made you fell for him.

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You Know - S.R (6/6)

Summary: Dear heart, the term “faking dating” didn’t mean go and fall in love with him, especially when he’s not yours to begin with. (Office/Fake Dating! Reader/Steve Rogers)

Prompt: Kiss at the theater

A/N: This is for @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s kissing challenge. last chapter, thank you for sticking with this story until the end and taking the time to read it! i hope you enjoy the ending.

Feedback is always welcomed.

I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

It was the latest text he had sent, before making his way to your apartment -- tonight you were going to meet his closest friends, and Steve wasn’t sure what was going to happen from there. Since he had gone to your apartment that one night, everything seemed alright but there were times were your eyes were hazy and distant --like you weren’t there at all-- and you moved away from his touch, even if unconsciously. It happened especially when Nat was around during lunch.

“Of course, she would move away. She’s trying to make an opening for you. She has to big of a heart to not to try to make your happiness possible.”

Steve smiles at the thought, but he knows that his happiness couldn’t be with Nat, as much as a good friend that she has become since their first argument -- they was all they could be and Steve was happy to have her in his life. However, the way you shined and simply showed your kindness to him in all sorts of different ways, though how you spent time together to how you always asked is he was all right -- and he wanted to the same for you, every single day if he could.

It was simply, but more than he has had in a long time and Steve knows that he really wants to makes this “thing” you two have real.

With a nice blue shirt, that Nat picked out for him, and your favorite flowers at hand -- he hopes that he can by the end of the night.

“You probably only have tonight, Steve. Anything else and she’ll probably push it aside as you wanting her as a ‘second choice’, trust me I know here.”

The start to the evening is a little strange, not because of anything that Steve does. He is the very gentleman that he has been since the beginning of this whole thing with the bright smile, wide blues eyes, and a set of your favorite flowers, which you don’t exactly remember ever telling him. You thank him and put them in a vase, he he waits for you in the tiny hallway of your apartment. It’s not him, it’s probably you because you feel the end setting deep into your bones.

This is the end what feels had started longer than a month ago. Maybe, it’s because Steve has done so much more for you than Jack had in a shorter amount of time “together”. You hadn’t realized that you were running yourself ragged until Steve made you stop and take breaks, every once and awhile and that not everything the kids needed was high priority. Yes, you were always going to be there for them, but you couldn't drive yourself into sleepless nights and weekends over things that they just needed a little push in -- it was supposed to be a growing experience for them too.

You were learning to have some free time for yourself, but you weren’t sure what you were going to do with all of it once this was said and done with. Though you knew that deep down, you might need to get used to seeing him with Natasha at one point. I mean, they were so good for each other in some ways, it was just a matter of time and you were sure that Nat would tell you, if they ever got together -- to ease the blow.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks, holding out his hand to you. Blue eyes taking in every inch of your outfit before meeting your eyes and giving you a silly grin. He’s just as nervous as you are about the whole thing, about if this is going to work or not, as you grab his hand and realize just how clammy it is.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you in silent agreement of whatever the strange tandem in your little cluttered apartment seems to be, as he pushes you into the bright lights and unknown of what will happen after tonight.

Because after all this, you might not ever have Steve Rogers by your side again.

Bucky and Sam know something up with Steve long before they arrive back in New York -- I mean, that’s what social media was for, right? They had seen Sharon’s life slowly change through pictures and various updates and while Steve didn’t use it as much, the general lack of updates throughout their time apart was strange, it didn’t help that they never saw this gal or connected with her either, which was something that they had quickly done with Sharon.

So, either something was wrong within this relationship, if there even was one to begin with. The pair might be a little paranoid, but they were protective about Steve after everything that they had found out he had gone through while they were away -- Sharon had told once Sam had poked enough.

“Do you think he’ll even bring someone?” Bucky can’t help but fret over his childhood friend, as Sam laughs as he nuzzles closer to Bucky’s left side --he still isn’t used to the new mechanical arm-- as they wait for Steve and his mysterious woman to arrive.

“Who knows at this point?” Sam can’t help but remark, as he places a soft kiss on the man’s bearded cheek in an attempt to calm him down. While, he is also nervous in his own way, Sam knew that Steve always had controlled of things in one way or another, even if he didn’t like asking for help -- he was a stubborn fool that way.

“Looks like you don’t have to wait long,” Sam laughs as he watches Bucky’s own eyes look up and glance at the entrance of the restaurant. They stare at the couple, watch them laugh at their own personal joke as they make it to their shared table and Sam and Bucky know --see it in their best friend’s eyes-- as they come up and she introduces herself as Steve watches her like Icarus might have looked at the sun once.

He’s completely in love with her, but something is definitely wrong.

It’s all easy laugh and great good between the four of you. It surprises Steve how easily you fall into tandem with knowing whatever mechanics Bucky is talking about (because of all the kids that are into STEM majors underneath your watch) when it comes to astronomy and tech, while also joking and sharing stories with Sam, some which are about Steve and have you hollering. You tell them about yourself and even about some of the students you are working with -- they seem caught on your ever words and impressed with your work.

The night is going as smoothly as it can until Steve goes to the bathroom and Bucky decides to go as well. It leaves you with Sam, who seems to gain a serious expression on his face, before looking straight into your eyes. There is a shift in the air and you know that you are in for it, as you sit up a bit straighter than before as the man begins.

“So, tell me,” he starts, leaning in a bit closer with his best poker face, “What do you really think about Steve?”

“He’s a real sweetheart, ya know.”

“How deep are you in ‘ta this, Stevie?”

“Completely, Buck.”

When Bucky comes back, he can’t help but shake his head for long Sam to see, who only shrugs and laughs.

Bunch of fools in love, is something that they both agree on.

Even after you say goodbye to Bucky and Sam (they had an early conference and meetings with some R&D people from Wakanda), you and Steve end up walking around the streets absentmindedly, making remarks here and and there of anything that catches your attention. Somehow, you end up in a cluster of little movie theaters in Midtown. You aren’t sure which movie you end up watching, but you make this one last date hold out as long as possible, and maybe Steve agrees with you as you sit as close a possible during the movie -- your thoughts more obviously on each other than the film in front of your.

However, two hours past too fast for the two of you as once again, you are outside staring at the sparkling lights of the city that never sleepless, as you head towards the subway station -- all the while holding hands and huddling close, even if it isn’t that cold. All talk of the moving and who really should have died or not coming to a stop, as you head closer to the end.

“Well, was nice while it lasted, Steve Rogers,” you state softly, near some wall between an older theater and the subway station, as you try your hardest not to break right then and there. Who knew that this man would have stolen your heart so easily when he first come to your aid?

You pull away from his hand and place kiss on his cheek, hoping that you could part ways here and make the blow to your heart easier in the process.

“I-I-” he stumbles, trying to find the right words, until he decides its best to just yell them out, “Please don’t go!”

“Steve, it’s over,” you try to stop, remind of what he wanted from the beginning, “You can go after Nat now, you’ve built a steady thing with her.”

“I don’t want Natasha, sweetheart,” he states, voice trembling, as your eyes widen, “It was never her. I was just too much of a crowd to say it out loud.”

“Say what, Steve?”

“I’m in love with you,” he declares firmly, as you swear your heart stops, “Been so since the first day I started working at the office -- you’re always the best part of my day. And I took my chance with all this, hoping you wouldn’t turn me away when it is all over.”

“I-I--”

Steve steels himself, ready for you to turn him down and that this thing had run its course. However, he is meet with you jumping into his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. Before he can say or question anything, you press your lips together underneath the bright lights of the theater -- not caring who sees or what they might think. Steve wraps his arms around your waist and you don’t separate until you both need air to breathe. Those blue eyes are glimmering with so many emotions and you can’t help but think of just how dense you must have been to not seen the love shining in them.

“You know,” Steve adds cheekily with a grin, “I think I might just need another -- to understand what you are trying to say exactly.”

“Silly man,” you giggle out before leaving into the crook of his neck and laughing, out of relief and so many other emotions bubbling up, “Let’s go back and I’ll shower you with all the kisses you want.”

“With cuddles and ice cream?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you don’t stop laughing, smitten and relieved, until you end up back in your little apartment. You are finally able to stop playing this charade and move forward with an actual relationship, unknowingly needing to thank so many people along the way.

A few weeks later.

Dummy: Official first date!

Love (Group) Chat: FINALLY!

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