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fineinkline · 1 year

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Chapter Three: Robin and a Million Wrong Guesses

Notes:folks, i'm not going to lie, this isn't my best work. Unfortunately for myself I started another fic while writing this one and for some reason my only ideas are for that fic now. I promise, it'll get better...or maybe I'll just give up! we shall see. thank you for all the likes and reblogs, it means a lot!“So, then Dallas is your favorite character?” Robin asks, sitting at a barstool by the kitchen island. Steve and Robin have been filling the time between the arrival of food and Eddie by debating who the best Outsiders character is. “No, dude, Dallas is kinda mean sometimes! I just think he’s hot.” Steve retorts. “Well, if we’re just going by looks then Cherry is my favorite.” Robin smirks over at Steve before saying, “I always took you for a Sodapop kinda guy anyway.” Steve tilts his head, thinking about it a little. “Yeah, I guess. He tries to help out his brothers as best as he can and in the end he gets his heart broken by the girl he is in love with. Sounds about right!” Steve gives a weak chuckle. “No, I meant the fact that you are both willing to do anything for the people you love,” she starts, “But you’re also such pretty boys.” she adds before the moment can get too mushy for either of them.

As Steve predicted, Eddie and the pizza showed up at the same time. “Ya know, I’ve never actually seen The Outsiders.” Eddie shares, pulling a few slices onto his plate before coating them with the little packet of red pepper flakes. “Seriously,” Robin questions, “I mean you at least read it, right?” There is a moment of silence as they all find a place to sit in the living room. Steve and Robin on the couch and Eddie sprawled out in the big chair Robin was in earlier. “Why would I?” Eddie shrugs as he starts to chow down on his first slice. Robin and Steve exchange a glance and chuckle a little before Robin says “Because it was required reading junior year…” “Was it? Man, seems like ages ago. I don’t know, man. Maybe I did read it, but all the books they made us read were shit. I like to get lost in a book and I couldn’t really relate to Pip from Great Expectations.” Everyone laughed a little trying to picture Eddie really diving into the woes of a young man trying to climb the social and financial ladder all while trying to woo a girl.

“Okay, maybe I seriously misjudged the book.” They are about thirty minutes into the movie and Johnny and Ponyboy are running away after killing the Soc to try and find Dallas. Steve laughs a little, “Yeah, you think! It’s actually a really interesting story, right?!” Robin is lying across the sofa with her feet in Steve’s lap and Eddie has turned in the chair to get a better view of the TV, so his back is against an arm rest and his legs are thrown over the other armrest. “So who is your favorite character so far?” Robin asks. Earlier Steve and Robin decided that a person's type could be determined by who their favorite Outsiders character is. For example, Robin’s favorite character is Cherry and Robin has a thing for cute redheads. Steve’s favorite is Dallas because he is a “bad boy” with a heart of gold. “Sodapop!” Eddie answers without hesitation and Robin’s eyes get big as they drift over to lock with Steve’s. She purses her lips and tilts her head toward Steve as if to say “very interesting”.

After the movie was over, the trio let the credits roll as Robin and Steve let Eddie talk through and dissect the whole story (like he should’ve done junior year). When he’s done going over metaphors and character archetypes, Robin asks again, “So is Soda still your favorite character?” “Of course,” Eddie half-shouts, throwing his hands up, “why wouldn’t he be?” Robin snickers a little and slips a sideways glance before explaining her “Outsiders type” theory to Eddie. “Okay?” he says puzzled, “So I have a thing for pretty guys who are nice. Is that really a surprise?” He shrugs as he settles back into the chair. Steve can feel his face getting warmer and he can’t tell if it’s because Eddie just confirmed for 100% fact that he is Eddie’s type or if it’s because he can feel Robin staring at him trying to get him to look over and have another eye contact conversation. “So, I guess I can rule out Gareth,” Robin states sitting up on the sofa while Steve still refuses to make eye contact with her. Eddie’s brows knit together in confusion and he starts to look around a little thinking he missed something and somehow ended up in a different conversation, “Rule out Gareth for what? What did I miss?” “As the mystery man you keep ditching us for,” Robin wiggles her fingers when she says mystery. Eddie just laughs, “Oh, yeah that. Yeah I wouldn’t go for Gareth, but that’s not to say he hasn’t tried.” Steve can tell by the way Eddie is shifting in his chair that he is trying to move the conversation away from this topic. He isn’t the best at keeping secrets anyway and especially not now that Robin is pressing him for information. “Oh really?” Robin’s bangs shoot up behind her eyebrows, “what has he tried?” She asks, leaning forward to place her elbows on her knees while she listens. Steve perches forward a little as well, he never knew Gareth tried anything and, let's be honest, Steve is known to get a little jealous sometimes.

“Nothing really,” Eddie tries to brush it away, waving his hand in the air like it can actually push the conversation away, “when he first joined Hellfire he would stay behind and help me with character sheets and one shots and stuff. The whole time I thought he was just super into D&D, but it turns out that he thought of them as dates.” Eddie was fiddling with his rings now and Steve huffed a little as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Pretty presumptuous, if you ask me.” It comes out as more of a mumble, but both Robin and Eddie hear and give him a look that says “what the fuck are you doing”. Steve rolls his eyes as he gets up to take their trash from dinner into the kitchen. “If it’s not someone we already know, then why are you being so secretive about it?” Even in the kitchen, Steve can hear Robin trying to whisper. There is a long pause and for a moment Steve thinks that maybe Eddie answered so quietly that he just couldn’t hear him. “Unless,” Robin starts, “it IS someone we know and that’s why you won’t tell us!” “Woah, wait a-” Eddie tries to defend himself, but Robin has already started shouting theories of who it could be and why Eddie would be hiding it. Steve makes his way back into the living room to find Robin standing on the couch slightly pacing as she rambles about who it could possibly be. Eddie is standing, staring up at her with a look of hopelessness on his face. Eddie and Steve look at each other, “should we just tell her?” Steve’s eyes ask. “She was bound to find out sometime,” Eddie’s eyes responded with a resigned shrug of his shoulders. “Robin-” Steve shouts, hands on his hips, she continues to ramble on about how it can’t be Argyle because there was no reason to hide that from anyone. “It would have to be someone super embarrassing, or maybe,” she pauses her pacing on the couch, “maybe he isn’t even out yet and that’s why you wont tell us!” “Robin!” Steve continues, if she would just stop for a second they’ll just tell her. “Oh Eddie, NO!” She suddenly stops her pacing and hops to the floor grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulders and giving him a little shake, “It’s Tommy Hagan isn’t it?!”

“WHAT?!” Both Eddie and Steve shout in shock before the whole room falls silent and still. Robin still has her hands on Eddie’s shoulders and her eyes seem to be pleading with him to tell her it isn’t true. Steve still has his hands on his hips, but his jaw had dropped nearly to the floor at the assumption that Eddie would go for someone like Tommy. Hadn’t Eddie just said he liked pretty boys who were nice? Tommy H was certainly not that! Why the hell would Eddie date Tommy? “Well I was just going to tell you who it was, but now I’ve got to hear this theory!” Eddie starts laughing so hard that he bends slightly at the waist and grabs his sides. Steve is still standing there, fuming over a relationship that wouldn’t happen in any world, and Robin is now looking at Eddie like he’s lost it.

After being able to look at Robin without breaking out into a fit of laughter, Eddie collapses on the couch and pulls Robin down with him leaving Steve standing still unsure of what exactly was going on. “Go on, tell me how you came to the conclusion that my secret lover is Tommy fucking Hagan.” Eddie can’t even get the sentence out without laughing. “Secret. Lover?” Steve ground out, giving Eddie an incredulous look. It was bad enough that Robin guessed Tommy, Eddie didn’t need to suggest anything further. Robin ignores Steve and barrels into explaining her thought process. “Well, it would have to be someone who we all know AND someone who would be embarrassing in some way or another. I would be pretty embarrassed to be dating the douchebag who slams people’s heads into lockers for laughs. But, no judgment here, my dear sweet Eddie, it’s hard enough for us gays here in Bumfuck, Indiana. If you really like him, then I’ll be happy to keep your secret.” Eddie is sent into another fit of giggles, meanwhile Steve lets the frustration sink in. He can’t believe Robin truly thinks Eddie would date some dipshit like Tommy! “You must be joking!” Steve starts, causing Robin to turn fully to face him and Eddie’s laughter to die down. “You really think that Eddie would willingly go out with the guy who threatened to dunk his head in a toilet or light his hair on fire?” There is a long pause as Steve looks at Robin in disbelief. “Well…that’s part of the reason he doesn’t want to tell anyone.” She states again. “Oh Jesus, Robin!” Steve throws his hands in the air before they come down with a sharp smack against his thighs. “Look, Robs, it was hilarious at first,” Eddie says, drawing her attention away from Steve's mini mental break, “But, I do have higher standards than that.”

“Then who?! Who could it possibly be?!” “ME, Robin! Did you ever think that, maybe, it could possibly be me?” Steve asks rhetorically with eyes wide. Both Eddie and Robin are now staring at him like he was in the middle of growing a third head. There is a long silence. A couple minutes stretches into 10 minutes of silence. Robin looking between the two boys, Eddie looking at Steve with adoration and looking back at Robin to gauge her reaction, but through the whole time, Steve kept his eyes on Robin. It must’ve been twenty minutes before someone made a sound and when they did, it was Robin laughing.

#steve harrington #steddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

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thenigotthisfamily · 2 years

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Hi!! Can u write a fic where Natasha (being the mom that she is) insists that she, Yelena, and Fanny take professional family photos. Yelena does everything she can to ruin each picture to annoy Natasha. Thanks!!

Thanks for this request! Yelena is such a troublemaker but that is always fun to write. Thanks @bambinella for also helping me with this one! Hope you like it!

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“But Natashaaaa I don’t want to!” Yelena pouts from her place lounged on the couch.

The redhead huffs deeply, “Come on, it’s just one picture! It will take like 2 minutes!”

“More than that! It will take like 20 minutes for us just to walk there!”

Natasha rolls her eyes at the severe exaggeration. It was times like this where she felt Yelena truly was a teenager.

“Yelena come on. Pepper wants everyone to have pictures done for the upcoming Christmas party to show family spirit. Besides, it will be nice to have more photos of us together!”

“I have like a million photos of us on my phone Poser.” Yelena says in an unimpressed voice.

“Yes, with like 90% of those being when I didn’t even realize it. These photos will actually be nice!”

Yelena looks slightly offended, “Are you saying my pictures aren’t nice?”

The older sister rubs at her face, knowing Yelena was more trying to rile her up at this point than anything else so that Natasha caved and said they didn’t have to go. She walks over from where she was standing at the door and kneels next to the couch to look her sister in the eye.

“Rooskaya, your pictures are great, but please, can we just get these professional ones done?” Natasha leans her chin on the blonde’s shoulder and it’s the closest Yelena will ever see to her sister pout.

“Finneee.” Yelena says in mock annoyance. “But I want Fanny in the photo.”

Natasha just looks at her sister for a second, debating whether or not to argue but deciding that was the best she was going to get from Yelena so she shrugs. The blonde grins in triumph and whistles for the dog. Meanwhile Natasha goes and picks up Liho, figuring if Yelena could bring Fanny, she could bring the cat. The younger sister rolls her eyes slightly as Natasha copies her, but can’t help but find the redhead and the cat adorable together.

Finally the two sisters make their way down to the photo studio in the compound. Pepper immediately rushes over to them.

“Oh good you’re here.” She says it politely, but Natasha can hear the stress in her voice.

“Sorry Pepper, I had to drag Yelena kicking and screaming out the door.” The redhead gives the blonde a pointed look.

The blonde glares back at her sister but then turns to Pepper. “Sorry Potts, I was just trying to show Poser here she can’t boss me around.”

Natasha rolls her eyes.

Pepper just smiles a little at the interaction, already looking slightly less frantic. “No worries, god knows I’m used to people running on their own schedules being married to Tony.”

“Yeah, I really don’t know how you do it.” Yelena comments dryly, though in dead seriousness.

Natasha slaps her sister lightly, though internally agrees with the blonde.

“Trust me, I don’t either.” Pepper smiles. “Anyway, I’m glad you guys brought Fanny and Liho! This is going to be adorable!”

Yelena grins at her sister mischievously but Natasha doesn’t have time to address it before the photographer guides them to their positions and begins instructing them.

“Ha, she’s teaching the Poser how to pose!” Yelena smirks as the photographer angles Natasha’s face toward the camera.

The redhead has done plenty of photoshoots before, but barely resists the urge to turn her head back and glare at her sister.

“Okay now Ms. Belova, put your hand on Ms. Romanoff’s shoulder.”

Yelena smirks and rests her hand on Natasha’s shoulder. The redhead struggles not to tense, having a tingling feeling that her sister was up to no good.

“Perfect. Okay, smile!”

Just as the photographer goes to take the picture, Yelena moves her hand to the back of Natasha’s neck where she knows her sister is most ticklish. She digs her fingers into the skin there, causing the redhead to flinch drastically and drop Liho. The cat of course lands on her feet, but looks up at Natasha with an unimpressed stare.

Meanwhile Natasha swats at her sister’s hand and glares at the blonde who just looks the other way innocently.

“What are you doing Poser? She’s trying to take a picture, sit still!”

Natasha glares harder, “Yelena…”

“Uh Ms. Romanoff, how about you stand behind Ms. Belova instead. Ms. Belova, you stay seated.”

Natasha nods, grabbing Liho again and going to stand behind Yelena, feeling more comfortable now that the blonde couldn’t reach out with her mischievous tickling fingers.

“Perfect. Alright, smile again.”

Natasha smiles as the camera clicks a few times, only to stop abruptly. “Uh Ms. Belova, could you maybe stop making faces for a minute?” The poor photographer is slightly scared to ask the request.

Natasha frowns down at her sister who tilts her head back and grins up at the redhead. “We’re both upside down.”

The spy can’t help but melt at the words for a second and smile back, but quickly puts on a serious face. “Yelena, come on, just one serious photo. No goofy faces. We’re wasting this poor lady’s time.”

Yelena rolls her eyes and huffs. “You’re still not the boss of me.” But she turns around anyway and nods at the photographer.

“Alright, one last time. Smile!”

At the last second Yelena dives toward Fanny, burying her face in the dog’s hair and effectively exciting the dog so that she tries to jump in Yelena’s lap and lick her face. The blonde cackles in delight as the dog messes up the perfectly posed picture.

Natasha sighs, “Seriously Yelena?”

“Oh come on Poser, these pictures are supposed to be about family! It’s not like it’s for some mission or something.”

Natasha winces slightly, remembering how the last official photoshoot the two of them had together was for a mission.

Yelena realizes what she said because her eyes widen and she rushes on quickly, “I just mean, why can’t they be fun and realistic? We’re never all stiff and serious like this. And we certainly aren’t like any other normal family.”

Natasha sighs, putting Liho down and going back to sit next to her sister on the bench. She turns to the photographer and Pepper. “Is it okay if we don’t take serious ones?”

Pepper shrugs, “Yelena’s right, it’s not for anything official, just to make the compound cozier. So it doesn’t really matter.”

Natasha looks at the photographer who just nods, getting ready to take whatever pictures the sisters threw at her.

Natasha smirks at her sister and Yelena notices but reacts too late. Suddenly the redhead has the blonde pinned to the bench as her fingers dance over Yelena’s sides.

Yelena yelps and cackles, “Natasha!! Not fair!!!”

“You said you wanted the photos to be realistic! What’s more realistic than me beating you in a tickle fight?” Natasha grins as she keeps up the relentless pace, moving down to Yelena’s knees which causes the blonde to squeal and spasm.

Fanny starts barking loudly as well, getting overexcited and licking Yelena’s face as the girl writhes under her sister’s tickles. Liho just sits on the back of the bench, observing the sisters with curiosity.

“TASHA STOPP!” Yelena chortles out through cackles.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!” Natasha grins, pulling off Yelena’s shoes and tickling the girl’s toes and soles of her feet. Yelena squeals and kicks, trying to shove her big toe up Natasha’s nose and hoping the redhead would move away from the stink. In fairness, it almost works, Yelena’s feet are ridiculously smelly. But the spy just grabs Yelena’s legs and holds her feet down firmly so that she can continue to tickle them.

Yelena squirms, “I-I tt-think they’ve finished the photoshoot!” She gasps out, trying to catch her breath.

Natasha glances over and sees Pepper just smiling in amusement and happiness at the sisters. The photographer is smiling as well, never thinking in a million years she’d see the infamous black widow get in a tickle fight.

“I don’t know, I think we could always use more pictures, isn’t that what you say when you’re trying to take them of me?” The redhead grins as she trails her hands back up to Yelena’s torso, digging into her sides and armpits and making the blonde unable to respond with anything but barrels of laughter.

Finally Natasha has mercy on her baby sister and relents, pulling back with a grin and allowing Yelena to catch her breath. The blonde only takes a second though before she dives at Natasha, knocking them both to the ground as Yelena tries to wrestle the redhead. The spy is momentarily caught off guard and hits the ground with a grunt, but before Yelena can pin her, she flips them over and rolls off the blonde, landing so she was one knee and hand on the ground in one of her infamous fighting poses.

Yelena is only briefly annoyed that she lost when she sees the pose and quickly gets up, pointing at her sister in delight.

“Poser! See?” She gestures to the photographer and Pepper. “Please tell me you got that on camera!”

The photographer’s eyes widen, not wanting to answer the question and anger the black widow. But Pepper looks over her shoulder and smiles back at the younger sister.

“Oh she definitely got it Yelena. Wow Nat, I never realized you do that so much!”

Natasha gives Pepper a look of mock betrayal. “Tony does it too! We all do! It’s a normal fighting stance!”

“No it’s not,” Yelena scoffs. “It’s just so you guys look cool.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, “Well it works, doesn’t it?”

Yelena frowns, not wanting to admit that in fact she thought her older sister was extremely cool, with or without poses.

Natasha’s smirks, clearly reading the fact on Yelena’s face even though the blonde wouldn’t admit it. Yelena huffs at being caught, but Natasha just chuckles and tousles the blonde’s hair. She then turns to Pepper. “Are we all set?”

Pepper nods, “Thanks ladies. These are so much better than the pictures Steve, Sam, and Bucky took.”

Both widows cringe at the thought. “I bet.”

Yelena starts to head out with Fanny, Natasha close behind, but the redhead turns back to Pepper for a second with a silent question in her eyes. The CEO smiles and nods in understanding.

A few hours later the two sisters are cuddled up on the couch eating pizza and watching Encanto when there’s a knock on the door. Yelena immediately tenses but Natasha squeezes her arm in comfort and goes to open the door which reveals Pepper Potts.

The CEO smiles at the black widow and holds out the item that she had requested earlier. Natasha takes it with a nod of gratitude. “Thanks Pepper.”

Pepper just smiles, loving that Natasha finally had someone in her life that made her carefree and happy. She wishes Natasha a goodnight and leaves the sisters alone again.

“What was that?” Yelena asks in confusion from her place on the couch.

Natasha leans over the back of the couch, looking down at Yelena as the blonde tilts her head backwards to see Natasha.

“We’re both upside down.” Natasha says with a grin and holds out the framed photo Pepper had just delivered.

Yelena grabs it with a huff, figuring it was a picture of Natasha torturing her with tickles. But her eyes widen when she sees what the photo is really of.

Yelena is sitting on the bench, Fanny barking up at her. But the blonde is leaning backward, looking up at Natasha in pure adoration as the redhead smiles back at her baby sister with the same look of unbridled love. It had been the moment earlier that day when Yelena had said they were both upside down.

Yelena looks back up at Natasha who is still smiling down at her from behind the couch. The spy shrugs, “You said you wanted the photo to be realistic.”

Yelena’s eyes water slightly and she nods. Natasha grins and leans down, pressing a kiss to Yelena’s forehead before hopping over the back of the couch to sit next to her sister again. The blonde immediately collides into Natasha’s side, just as the spy was expecting. The redhead smiles widely and places another kiss on Yelena’s brow as the blonde delicately places the photo on the table beside them.

“I love you Natasha.” Yelena mumbles against the redhead’s neck.

“I love you too Lena.”

#yelena and natasha #natasha and yelena #tickling #yelena belova #black widow fanfiction #natasha romanoff

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mefiman · 3 years

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Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^

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Clandestine Meetings - One

Actor!Bucky x Reader | Word Count: 2488 | Warnings: None

A/N: Listen, I know I said this would be posted in "about an hour," but I have no self-control and it must be posted NOW.

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It’s 10:30 by the time your boss stumbles into the office. Pepper Potts is usually the embodiment of poised and put together - sleek strawberry blonde hair either falling over her shoulders in beautiful waves or tied in a high ponytail; black pencil skirts and white blouses tucked neatly inside. But not today.

While the ponytail still sits high on her head, dark circles taint her usually smooth, pristine complexion. She’s fisting a to-go mug in one hand and her office mug in the other, already steaming with a fresh round of caffeine.

You hated days like these; mornings after Tony keeps her out late - either business or pleasure, you never know as you prefer not to pry into your bosses’ personal lives - were always interesting, to say the least. Pepper was never mean, and you were almost positive there wasn’t an unkind bone in her body. She was just off. And if she was off, it means you were off, resulting in your job being about one hundred times harder as you often had to play the roles of both assistant and editor.

“Good morning, Ms. Potts,” you finally greet as she sits down at her desk. She’s rummaging through her bag, growing more irritable as the seconds pass. She sighs before stopping to look up at you.

“Y/N, please. It’s been six months. Just call me Pepper.” You internally scoff at the insistence of being anything less than professional towards one of the smartest women you’ve ever encountered in your life, and she turns back to her treasure hunt. “Don’t tell me I left my laptop at home,” she whines to herself as she slumps down into her large executive chair.

You clear your throat as you shuffle forward, computer in hand. “You had me take down to IT to get your files backed up, remember?” you smile as you deposit the device on the cherry-oak desk.

Pepper returns the smile and shakes her head. “Honestly, I don’t understand how I functioned before you.” She slides the laptop across the desk and opens it. While she waits for the software to boot up, she starts her typical morning rapid-fire session. “Did I miss any calls before I came in?”

“No, it’s been pretty q-word this morning.” You vowed never to say “quiet” while in the office. It somehow always jinxed your days, resulting in everyone and their mother calling within twenty minutes.

“E-mails?”

“The chef you’ve been in contact with sent over his schedule for the next few months. It’s looking like the best time to meet is early next month if you want to get the feature done in time for the winter edition.” Pepper opens her mouth to fire another question, but you’re one step ahead of her. “I’ve already blocked out a date in your calendar and sent the invite to his team.”

A soft smile graces the woman’s face as she scribbles notes in her daybook. “And what does my schedule look like for today?”

You sort through the mental files that contain minute-to-minute information regarding your boss’s workday. “You’re pretty booked. You have that photoshop with James Barnes at noon, and after-”

“Shit,” Pepper mummers, cutting you off. Panic quickly settles into her features. “Why does Tony do this? Barnes is impossible to book for anything. I can’t miss this….”

“Uh, no, you can’t,” you practically screech as you fix your boss with a wild look. “This photoshoot has been on your schedule since before I even started. And the time you have set up with him next week doesn’t allow for a full interview, photoshoot, and get material for the short online feature.” You try not to let the panic come out in your voice, but this is precisely the kind of incident you were hired to prevent.

Pepper gently closes her laptop and sets her features in a serious look. “Listen, I think you’re doing a great job here, and you’ve grown so much within the few months you’ve been on the team.” You eye her suspiciously, wondering if this was your ‘you’re fired’ speech. If so, it was definitely coming out of left field. “Why don’t you take my place at the shoot today? If Tony hadn’t promised I’d be in attendance for this investor meeting today, I’d have you go to that instead. But,” the blonde sighs deeply before continuing, “Tony has no regard for anyone’s schedule, and this is an important meeting.”

Your stomach drops from the 44th floor you’re currently on down to ground level. You’d never been on a set before, let alone one with someone as big as James. Plus, you’d only been on a handful of mid-sized interviews. How did she expect you to do this by yourself?

“Pepper, I…”

“I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to try and tell me that you’re not ready and that you can’t possibly clear your schedule for the afternoon. But if I didn’t think you were capable of holding your own, you wouldn’t even be sitting here with ‘assistant editor’ in front of your name. You have the skillset; you just need to show that you can use it. I know you don’t want to be an assistant forever.”

You anxiously bite your lip, feelings of inadequacy and anxiousness filling your senses.

“I don’t even know this James guy…” you say, defeated.

“Well, the car doesn’t arrive for another,” she looks down at her phone, “forty-five minutes. You better get reading.”

“We really need to bring you into the twenty-first century,” Natasha, Bucky’s manager, says as the first notes of My Funny Valentine start dancing through today’s set.

Following the too-bright flash of the camera, Bucky blinks the starbursts out of his eyes and tries to set the redhead with as stern of a look as possible. “Don’t you dare diss Mr. Sinatra. He’s a classic. A legend!” He watches as a stylist runs up and begins fussing with his hair.

Natasha just rolls her eyes and goes back to scrolling through her phone. As much as she acts annoyed with him - and his insistence of having at least two dozen 40’s songs on every photoshoot playlist - he knew she wouldn’t trade him for the world. They had a long history pre-dating the entertainment industry, and she was damn good at her job. If it wasn’t for Nat, Bucky’s not sure his current agency would have even signed him.

As the stylist finishes up her poking and prodding, the photographer - who Bucky has already forgotten the name of - begins shouting out directions from behind the camera. Pose this way. Turn that way. Make it look like you want to be here. It takes everything in Bucky not to grimace - both at the consistent reconfiguring he has to do to his body and the loud rumble that echoes through his stomach. The shirtless pictures they were shooting today caused him - against his better judgment - to forgo breakfast and, with nothing but too-weak black coffee in his system, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a little agitated.

“Just a few more shots, and then we can break for lunch,” he hears the man behind the camera shout before dragging the camera back up to his face.

Bucky contorts himself into a position that shows off the abs he’s worked incredibly hard to achieve and maintain and masks his face in the perfect moody smolder these magazines love so much. Three more pops of the shutter, some grumbling and direction by the photographer, and one more position change, and he’s finally free.

As he’s looking at the pictures and throwing a robe over his bare torso and boxer-clad bottom, Bucky’s attention is pulled from the camera’s tiny screen to the back of the spacious room by Natasha’s stern, Russian-lilted voice. The accent only came out when she was agitated, so the sound alone is often used as a warning sign to those closest to her to stay away.

“How did you even get up here? Is there no security in place? I swear-”

Bucky turns to find his manager - all five-foot-three inches of her - standing defensively in front of whomever she’s cornered by the elevator.

“As I said, I’m here in place of Ms. Potts.” Bucky perks up at the second voice; is almost positive he recognizes the sweet melody despite having only encountered it once several months before. “Here, look, I have my badge.”

Sure enough, as Bucky scurries over to the duo, he sees a familiar face anxiously looking at his manager. He might be terrible with names, but Bucky Barnes rarely forgets a face.

“Natasha, why do you insist on harassing every person who sets foot within a five-foot radius of me while on the job?” Bucky jokes as he approaches the women.

He watches as your attention shifts from the annoyed redhead to him; a look of shock and maybe a hint of mortification flashes across your face.

“I wasn’t harassing. This is a closed set, and randos from the street can’t just walk on up,” Natasha rolls her eyes. “And it’s not you I’m worried about. It’s...you. But you know what I mean!”

He does. After all, protecting his privacy and work is one of Bucky’s most significant concerns. That doesn't mean he isn’t going to tease Natasha any chance he gets. He playfully scoffs and turns his attention to you. “I see you got the job. I told you everything was going to work out.”

Bucky can’t help but preen at the way you anxiously tuck a non-existent stray hair behind your ear and bite your lip. “You were right. Mr. Stark isn’t as intimidating as I thought. Although,” you playfully roll your eyes, “he is a menace. He promised Pepper’s attendance at a meeting, so now you’re stuck with an inexperienced interviewer rather than the queen of journalism.”

“Bah!” Bucky exclaims. “I’m sure you’ll do great. Plus, you’re not the one half-naked in the situation. If anyone embarrasses themselves, it’ll be me.”

Natasha chortles at the comment, mumbling something the sounds a lot like, “ever the charmer,” before walking away. At the same time, Bucky doesn’t miss the way your gaze slowly skims down his cotton-clade body before snapping back up to his face.

“Come on. We just broke for lunch, and Stark spares no expense when it comes to the spreads.”

It’s well past six-thirty in the evening when you finally make it back to your building. Despite the exhaustion flowing through your veins and the grumble in your stomach reminding you every five minutes that you haven’t eaten since lunchtime, there’s a festive air to your being, a proverbial pep to your step that could only be the result of a successful first interview experience.

Yeah, you were a nervous wreck before and during the interview, but you walked away feeling amazing about yourself - and with three pages worth of phenomenal, touching, and personal quotes from the one and only Bucky Barnes.

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt low in your belly at the thought of the blue-eyed god of a man. Despite having no other experience interviewing someone with as large of a celebrity as he, you’ve concluded that Bucky is an angel of an interviewee. He was polite, answered all of your questions, and flirted just a little. Or, at least that’s what you would call it if you were anyone but a lowly editorial assistant who still purchased from bargain bins because that’s all you could afford. In all reality, Bucky was a very smooth talker with the confidence to back it up. It explained the incomprehensible hype surrounding the man you had no idea was such a big deal less than twelve hours prior.

The rumble of your stomach pulls you back to reality as you unlock your apartment door. You push the thoughts of Bucky to the back of your mind, settle for finishing unpacking the day for when you’re unwinding for bed. Right now, all you want to focus on is fo-

“Uh, hello!” your roommate Wanda screeches as you push open the door. The redhead is standing, arms crossed, in your entry, a look of disdain on her face. “When were you going to tell me, your best friend and roommate, who pays half the rent and utilities, mind you, that Bucky Barnes followed you on Instagram. James Bucky Barnes, Y/N!”

You freeze at the mention of the man who has taken up every inch of your mind since you left the shoot earlier that day. You deposit your keys onto the small table next to the door and try to act as nonchalant as possible. “What are you talking about, Wanda?”

Your roommate starts wagging her phone in front of your face before pulling it back so she can read off her screen. “Well, I follow these gossip blogs - just for fun, of course. I like to stay up-to-date with all the celebrity goings-on.” You fix Wanda with an unamused look as you pass by on the way to the kitchen. “And I was scrolling through, catching up on today’s gossip, and all of a sudden, I see a screenshot of your Instagram account!”

You freeze mid-reach for a saucepan and turn to look at her. “What?”

“Yea, see,” Wanda holds her phone out so you can see the screen. Low and behold, there your account is; questionably composed landscape shots of the city and poorly-lit food pics in all their glory. “It started to circulate this afternoon after someone saw he followed you! Why did he follow you?”

You slowly resume your task of reheating last night’s spaghetti as you answer her. “I...I don’t know? I met him at work this afternoon. He probably just followed me because of Stark.” You shrug despite the thrill that runs through your body.

You halfheartedly listen as Wanda blabs on about the crush she’s apparently had for years despite never having once mentioned it to you, too focused on running through the day’s events to care much about how she’s seen every single one of his films at least a dozen times.

Maybe he had been flirting with you? His manager did mention he flirts with anything with a heartbeat, so it was most likely just part of his personality. Or at least the role he played in public. You weren’t naive enough to think that who Bucky presented himself as to the media, fans, and others not in his inner circle was the real Bucky. After all, he was likely just trying to win you over so you’d write something good about him.

Still, you can’t help the giddy smile that creeps across your face as, when you finally lie down for the night, you open the Instagram app to find Bucky’s name and verified status among the several notifications awaiting you.

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The Surrogate - Chapter 9

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1637

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, talk of miscarriage, medical procedures

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 9

If you thought that Natasha and Clint were around a lot before you were pregnant, it was nothing compared to after you got that positive test. The only time at least one of them wasn't there with you was when you were sleeping or at work, and even then, they were often there.

They were being hyper-protective and nagging you a lot about taking your vitamins and not overexerting yourself. They pushed for a conversation with Steve about changing your work and pulling you off active missions, which, given that your skillset was ‘can’t get killed so use as cannon fodder’, it meant there wasn't a hell of a lot you could do as part of the team.

All of this would have been incredibly annoying except for the fact you really liked having them around. Even if they were being a little too overprotective.

It was definitely a problem.

On the day of your five-week ultrasound, they were both a couple of bundles of nerves. Natasha was mostly silent. Sometimes you could see her worrying at the inside of her cheek and you knew that she was expecting to go in and find that the pregnancy hadn't taken properly after all or worse, that there would be no heartbeat and it would confirm the fact that she'd never get to be a parent.

Clint seemed to be hung up on something quite the opposite.

He paced the ultrasound room as you sat on the chair in your hospital gown waiting for Cynthia the on-site ultrasound technician to come in. You knew her well, as you did most of the medical team at the compound considering how many tests they'd run on you, not to mention how they'd get you in to donate blood regularly or see if you could help with any injuries they had.

Natasha was sitting on a stool beside your chair and the more Clint paced the tighter the grip got on your hand.

“Oh god,” Clint babbled as he walked. “What if there's more than one? How can I be a dad to three kids? I can barely even look after myself. I can't take care of three infants too.”

“Clint,” you said, as you watched him turn and pace back again. “How about you wait and see how many babies there are and then freak out?”

“Right,” he said, and let out a breath. “Right. Sorry.”

He took a seat and put his arm around Natasha just after Cynthia came in. “Hi!” The bubbly tech said as she came in the door. “This is exciting, isn't it? I hardly get any pregnancy stuff here? It's always x-rays for broken bones.”

She sat down on the stool and began turning various things on and typing into a computer. “You must be so excited, huh? Going with surrogacy, this baby is gonna be so loved and wanted. I bet the others are excited about being aunts and uncles too.”

“Yeah, we’d kinda given up,” Clint said. He was rubbing Natasha's back in soothing circles as she seemed to almost start turning green.

Cynthia took the controls for the chair you were on and reclined it so you were lying flat on your back with your knees up. She took the imaging wand from the holster and prepped it.

“It's going to be hard to see them so don't freak out that it might take a little while to find it. It's just the size of an orange seed,” she said.

“Oh my god,” Clint said. “So small?”

“Yeah,” Cynthia laughed. “So be patient. It's like finding an orange seed in a full-grown adult.” She scooted the chair closer and brought the wand up. “There will be a pinch,” she warned and pushed the probe inside you.

It pinched as it entered and there was as uncomfortable pressure inside you as she moved the wand around, trying to find the embryo. Natasha’s hand squeezed harder and harder on yours the longer it took. And the longer it took to find them the more uncomfortable it got and the harder you squeezed her hand back.

A little black spot appeared in the sea of static gray and inside it was a little circle blob. “There it is,” Cynthia said. “One perfectly normal five-week embryo.”

“Where?” Clint asked, narrowing his eyes and peering at the screen.

Cynthia circled the spot on the screen. “This thing here,” she said.

“That?” Clint said in disbelief. “How could you even tell?”

“Training mostly,” Cynthia joked. “But I promise, that seed is the very start of a baby.”

“Just one?” Clint asked.

“Let me just do another check,” she said, moving the wand around again. When she seemed happy she focused on the original spot again. “Just one.”

“And it's fine?” Natasha asked.

“So far so good,” Cynthia said. “I mean, I'm not a doctor and you’re doctor will be able to tell you more but this is all in the normal regions. We can take a look again at eight weeks and you’ll be able to see the heartbeat.”

Natasha relaxed and nodded. “Thank you.”

“Agent Romanoff,” Cynthia said as she pulled out the wand. “It’s still very early stages, so there are no promises made that this will be a successful pregnancy but if you're ever really panicking, you can just call and I can check on them. I don't mind. Even if it's the middle of the night.”

“Really?” Natasha said, even as you internally cursed at the idea of being woken up for an ultrasound at midnight.

“Yeah, if it will put your mind at rest,” she said. “We can keep a close eye on them.”

“Thank you,” Natasha said earnestly. “I appreciate that.”

“No problem,” Cynthia said as she started packing up. “Okay, I'll forward all this on to Martina and she'll get in touch.”

“Can I put clothes on?” You asked, hopefully.

“Sure can,” Cynthia said. “I hope it was as good for you as it was me.”

You laughed as you got up. “I mean, I’ve had better,” you teased. “But I guess I've had worse too.”

“Solid average, right where I was aiming,” Cynthia joked.

You went into the dressing room laughing and got redressed into your uniform. Cynthia was gone when you returned and Natasha and Clint were waiting expectantly for you.

“So that’s good news,” you said. “Nat, you get one. And Clint, you only get one.”

Clint snorted. “Yeah, that was a relief. I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl.

“Long time off before you find that out,” you said as the three of you headed out. “What do you want?”

“Hmm,” Clint mused. “I don’t even care. I’m gonna dress them in purple either way.”

“Your brother had red hair right?” You asked.

“He does,” Clint confirmed.

“Little redhead baby,” you said, running your hand over your stomach. “Oh imagine if they get the red hair gene and the blue-eyed one. That’s the rarest one.”

“Then they’ll look like Pepper and Tony will think you had her kid,” Clint joked.

Natasha stopped walking as the two of you were babbling to each other and it took you both a moment to realize that she wasn’t with you anymore. When you both realized she wasn’t with you, you turned and looked at her. She was covering her face with her arm.

“Nat, what’s wrong?” Clint said, going over to her and putting his arm around her shoulders and crouching so he was face to face with her.

She shook her head. “When you started talking about what they’ll look like, I could picture them. I want them so bad, Clint,” she said, taking her hand away from her face. She wasn’t crying but she seemed closed.

Clint pulled her into his arms and held her, looking almost as helpless as she seemed. It was not at all how you were used to seeing them, but it was getting more and more common as the process progressed. You hoped by the time the baby was looking like a baby she’d accept it was going to happen for them.

“You’re gonna have that baby in your arms, little redhead with blue eyes. I promise, Nat,” he soothed.

She hid her face in his chest and breathed him in without saying anything. He just held her rubbing her back. You stood there watching them, wanting to leave because this was their moment and despite the fact they were your best friends and you were carrying their baby, this part was private and had nothing to do with you. Yet at the same time, you wanted to go to them and reassure them. You wanted to tell them that you knew this was going to work. You knew for sure. So you just stood and waited awkwardly for them.

Natasha took a deep breath and pulled back. “Okay,” she said. “I’m okay. Sorry. This whole thing is so much harder than I expected.”

“Do you regret it?” Clint asked, his thumb caressing the inside of her wrist.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good,” you said. “‘Cause I’m not raising this baby alone.”

Clint started laughing and draped his arm around Nat’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said.

“Alright, you two,” you said. “I gotta get back to work. Filing shit or whatever busy shit Steve’s got me doing.”

“I think I’m gonna go punch some things,” Natasha said with a nod.

“That sounds fun,” Clint said. “Shall we all meet for lunch?”

“Yeah, the cafeteria at 12.30?” Natasha asked.

“Sounds good,” Clint said and they both looked at you.

You chuckled. You were theirs for the next 9 months, and you felt that it should annoy you. It didn’t though. You just wished it would be for longer.

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randomficsandshit · 4 years

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Jily Fic Rec Masterlist

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine over the years. If you love something, send the author you love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do, this is a pretty old list

A Wizard Walks Into A Bar Word Count: 5k+

Contrary to popular belief, it's not always the man who does all the chasing.

Pepper Up, Peppermint Word Count: 3k+

Sixth year Lily is home, sick, at Christmas. Can a visit from her friends cheer her up?

Your Eyes Are Like Starlight Now Word Count: 1k+ “The first snow is magical, you can’t deny it,” and Lily grumbled, but she did have to agree. It was beautiful. Of course, that moment lasted exactly thirty seconds before James squashed a snowball into her face.

Sing A Reckless Serenade

Word Count: 7k+

After an almost minute of silence, she finally relents, “I need you guys to help me with a work thing.” A hefty pause. And then- “What kind of work thing?” James asks, warily. Lily takes a breath. It seemed like a brilliant idea last night, when she was more than three drinks under, but now in the light of day it just seems… pathetic. Still though, she needs help, and needs it soon, so she finds herself blurting out: “I need you to fake date me for a week.”

Three Swipes, You're Out

Word Count: 4k+

Part 1 of Shiver Me Tinders series

Sports star James Potter tries to pick Lily up on tinder. Lily Evans, a dedicated not sports fan is offended by the idea that someone thinks she wouldn't recognize James Potter's face. She laughs about it with her friends at a bar, until James Potter, who also frequents that bar, comes over to clarify that nope, he's on tinder, and he's definitely hitting on her.

Making Spirits Bright

Word Count: 2k+

Part 2 (final part) of Shiver Me Tinders series

She should have expected it to be hard, dating a celebrity, but somehow she and James make it work.

Air For Free

Word Count: 2k+

When you’re in the company of James Potter you almost forget about the world around you.

What Are You Doing On Christmas Eve?

Word Count: 13k+

"I kinda told them all I was already seeing someone." "Kinda?" Lily eyed him deceptively, "Who?" "You." Christmas, Fake Dating

Rekindling

Word Count: 7k+

He passes her the cardboard box and their fingers brush again only this time Lily doesn't pull away so quickly. This time Lily lingers, if only to be thrown back into another time when James was her everything. If he was willing, she'd let him be her everything again.

Isn’t It Obvious?

Word Count: 7k+

Rewrite of The Prince’s Tale except it’s James Potter

Meet The Potter’s

Word Count: 8k+

"we're having a water fight but your white shirt is see through now and I'm distracted? oops?"

Early Morning Toast Brigade

Word Count: 2k+

"Is that toast?" she said, catching sight of a plate of the stuff that sat on the floor, next to James's invisibility cloak, the wonders of which she had been introduced to the summer previous. "Nah," he replied. "It's regular bread, with a suntan." "What?" "A suntan," James repeated. "It's highly unlikely that you've ever experienced one first hand, being ginger and all, so I won't blame you if you don't know what it is." "Shut up. Where'd you get it?" "Oh, my skin is naturally sallow." "I'm talking about the toast, idiot." "Won it off Dumbledore in a duel." "James!"

Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Word Count: 8k+

There are those who claim that Lily Evans couldn't possibly love James Potter as much as he loves her - including, on occasion, James Potter himself - but they couldn't be more wrong if they claimed that the moon was made of cheese.

Mother Deer

Word Count: 7k+

Euphemia Potter is the unequivocal boss of everyone, including and most especially her son, and if the sweet, bright-eyed redhead who frequents her coffee shop doesn't know that yet, she's about to find out.

Hijacking

Word Count: 3k+

She isn't certain how it started, why it continues, or where her moral decency has gone, but sometime around February, James and Lily start hijacking each other's rounds in order to sneak off and shag in entirely inappropriate Hogwarts locales.

Elevator Love Song

Word Count: 15k+

James unexpectedly finds himself trapped in a dodgy apartment elevator with Lily Evans.

Try, Trial, and Try Again

Word Count: 6k+

Spell engineering has never been so complicated than when an afternoon of trying and trialing leaves James and Lily in an interesting position.

Questions And Answers

Word Count: 5k+

The simple question of whether or not they're dating doesn't exactly have a simple answer. Seventh Year Jily.

*Sunshine In My Eyes

Word Count: 93k+

Mr. and Mrs. Evans are killed when Lily's only a girl, and she's supposed to go to a home with her sister. Instead, a relative they didn't know they had comes to collect them, and introduces Lily to manners, magic, and a life that's just the slightest bit different from the life she was supposed to live. Or, an AU in which Minerva McGonagall raises Lily.

Key Limes

Word Count: 23k+

In which Academy Award winner Lily Evans discovers the periphery of internet fandom and the mysteries of Prince James’s gold star system.

Red Velvet Ribbon

Word Count: 7k+

Lily sighed and ran an agitated hand through her hair, all the while glancing up at the mistletoe in the doorway. Those spindly branches and little green leaves, all bundled up in a red velvet ribbon, so falsely innocent and romantically devious… Lily felt that old James Potter tingle shoot up her spine and – as custom would dictate – she couldn't shake it off. God damn Christmas.

Wishing You All A Good Evening

Word Count: 46k+

Despite his popularity on campus, James Potter has had a hard time getting the attention of one, Lily Evans. Lily's not impressed by him and his arrogance, but James is quite impressed with everything Lily does. After the blunder that was their first meeting, James is determined to change her mind and she's determined not to let him. College!AU

Meeting The Marauders

Word Count: 49k+

Or how Mr Evans was forced to spend Christmas with four raving lunatics, had his life turned upside down and was forced to make his precious daughter go on a date. (mostly like this one because I think it was clever doing the POV of Lily’s dad)

Another Damn Grocery Store Fic, Okay?

Word Count: 9k+

Lily runs her father's grocery store and the guy she remembers from her childhood moves back into town. Thanks to petals for the brilliant prompt -- "grocery store AU where Lily works the counter and he keeps buying things just to talk to her"

I Can’t Read Your Mind (Though I’m Trying All The Time)

Word Count: 40k+

The one where Lily is just trying to be a good friend by offering to be James's fake girlfriend for a weekend at the Potter Family Extravaganza. Really. Only, James just so happens to be in love with her, so this can't be any good for his health, and Lily is oblivious to the fact that this might not be so platonic for her, either.

Fate, Automobiles & Other Disasters

Word Count: 15k+

Lily is quite content owning her little flower shop and feuding with next door neighbor Sirius Black and his errant parking skills, until his best mate, Oscar-winning actor James Potter, moves in.

The Incident In The Library

Word Count: 3k+

Lily Evans has been distracted lately…and it’s all because of James Potter and his stupid, unbuttoned shirt. Hardly any fluff, but plenty of shirtless James for everybody.

I Think It’s About Old Friends

Word Count: 7k+

James and Lily, and seven years of Christmas.

Petalpocalypse

Word Count: 20k+

What do you get when you combine two classroom enemies, only one chemistry book, the blizzard of the decade, and drinking games? The tropiest Jily fic of all time!

I Love You (ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?)

Word Count: 21k+

He didn’t picture Lily wandering alone, he never imagined the dullness that seemed to overcome her usually vivacious eyes, never fantasized about the way she looked at him straight on and asked, “Want to do something stupid?”

He, apparently, was something stupid.

(Summer before seventh year, failed friends with benefits).

Quidditch Club

Word Count: 14k+

The first rule of Quidditch Club is 'no falling for a student's mum'. Jily AU. Single Mum AU. Smut if you squint.

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Day 5- Tropetember: Accidental Confessions

Day 5 of super early Tropetember is a little late but it's a little longer to make up for it! It's the Avengers' one year of being a team party and everyone's drinking but Tony, including everyone's favourite Super Soldiers who decide flirting with Tony would be a great idea... that is until it's not.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32394175

At first it seemed like a great idea, why wouldn’t it? A party to celebrate a year since the team formed, to celebrate everything they’ve done and everything they’ve been through together. Tony had been excited to have the whole team together and having a good time, letting loose and relaxing since Fury had given them the all clear to be off duty for the night and reassured them that SHIELD could take care of anything that popped up. Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Sam, Clint, Wanda, Vision, Steve and Bucky were all ready for a much needed day off and they were excited to have their party as well, it’s not everyday superheroes could relax. Thor even brought Asgardian drinks so that Steve, Bucky and himself could drink with everyone else.

Unfortunately for Tony, he was the only one not drinking since Bruce had decided to join in after Clint pulled out a bottle of whiskey Bruce loved and hadn’t had since before the Hulk’s creation. Tony was fine with not drinking, his friends were either tipsy or drunk but no one was being gross or weird so it was still fun even without a buzz. He smiled at Natasha who shot him a look when she realised that Tony wasn’t going to be drinking and even offered to join him, he didn’t want to drag Natasha into his own problems so he waved her off and told her to have a drink for him instead.

It had been months since Tony had decided to give up drinking and he thought he was doing amazingly well considering that had been his usual escape after practically rough missions, he found that he actually didn’t miss it that much once the majority of the withdrawal had died down. The team had been so proud of him and helped him along the way, the topic had been brought up several times leading up to tonight about them not drinking but everytime Tony waved them off with a smile.

“Tony, I just wanna say how proud I am of you” Steve said as he dropped onto the sofa beside Tony, his arm going around Tony’s shoulders and his grin looked like it hurt with how wide he was smiling “You are doing so amazing and I don’t know how it feels but I imagine tonight has been hard for you, y’know with the drinks”

“Thanks Steve, it’s not too bad since I get to see you guys having a great time” Tony smiled back up to him, that annoying feeling in his chest returned as he looked up to the drunken hero. Tony had fallen hard for the Captain and had never had the courage to act on any of it, good thing too since when they rescued Bucky it barely lasted a month before the super soldiers were dating and poor Tony just had to smile through the pain as he just as quickly fell for Bucky.

“It’s been so long since I’ve got to have a drink and not worry about anything” Steve mumbled as he let his head lol towards Tony’s and when Tony went to speak up, Steve just popped his head back up and looked around before spotting Bucky talking with Natasha “I think it was in the war, having drinks with Buck after getting him back, s’kinda the same feeling”

“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time” Tony chuckled and tried to catch anyone’s eye to get him up and away from Steve, only managing to catch Bucky’s which he took as an invitation to come over as well “Speak of the devil”

“Aw, you talking about me, doll” Bucky teased as he sat down on the other side of Tony, leaning into him as he smiled at the pair “Nat was just telling me ‘bout the parties you used to have”

“Oh, was she?” Tony asked as he shot a glare over to redhead who just lifted her glass up to him before turning to talk to Clint with a smirk “What did she tell you?”

“She said that they were massive and usually ended up in the news” Bucky snickered as Steve started to giggle as well while Tony had to take a deep breath “She said that’s how it came out that you like men”

“That would be true” Tony nodded along, he had been planning on coming out on his own terms but had thrown a party where he was photographed kissing a few of the guys and it was immediately leaked that he had taken one of them to bed “People took pictures of me and some guys at one of my parties messing around and they forced it into the media earlier than I wanted”

Bucky and Steve’s mood shifted so fast that Tony almost got whiplash for them, they had been laughing but as soon as Tony explained what happened they grew upset and angry. Tony guessed it was a bigger deal for them to have been outed than it was for Tony, he assumed it was because of their background even though the pair were out and proud.

“Tony, I’m so sorry” Bucky suddenly seemed a lot more sober than seconds ago as guilt washed over Tony, he had completely ruined the mood for them.

“Oh it’s fine, I almost expected it to happen and besides it was years ago, pre-Iron Man times” Tony waved his hand and smiled at them, the smile faltered when neither of them smiled back at him “Seriously you guys, my life isn’t very private and that’s the way it’s always been so I’m more than used to it”

“That doesn’t make it alright, Tony” Steve stressed and had that look on his face that screamed Steve wanted to hurt everyone who had wronged him, it was a look Steve wore whenever Tony spoke about his past “Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean you should expect not to have privacy”

“I appreciate the disapproval Cap, but it’s fine, I’m done worrying about the press in my life” Tony lied as he kept smiling and shaking his head, praying to any Gods out there that they would drop the topic “Besides, this is a celebration, you guys should be having fun!”

“We could have some fun” Bucky purred in Tony’s ear making the genius swallow thickly, his ears going pink in an instant as Bucky’s hand landed on his knee.

“Think that comment is directed to you there, Steve” Tony chuckled as he moved to sit up but Steve’s hand tightened on his shoulder to keep him in place, Tony looked over to the blonde to see the heated look in his eyes as he smirked at Tony.

“It wasn’t, Buck and I agree” Steve’s voice was lower and deeper than usual, Tony’s eyes flicked over to Bucky and received the same heated look he got from Steve in return “Ain’t that right, Buck?”

“Mhm, don’t you wanna have some fun with us, doll?” Bucky asked as his Brooklyn accent thickened, same as Steve’s, as the pair moved to press closer and Tony tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating. Tony had had dreams that started like this, he knew where they led and he wasn’t stupid either. They were both drunk, he could smell it on their breath and see it in their flirty looks that were a little dazed or lopsided, and as much as Tony wanted this he wasn’t going to take advantage of them like this. Never like this, no matter what the papers had said when he was twenty five.

“Please don’t do this” Tony whispered as he scrunched up his eyes, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had wanted these men for months and would have done to hear this anytime except from right now.

“Why not? Just some harmless fun between teammates, right?” Bucky’s hand had slid to his thigh and Steve’s had snuck under his collar so his hand rested on Tony’s bare shoulder, the heat of his palm felt like it was burning him instead of comforting like it had been.

“Just don’t, not now” Tony pleaded as his eyes scanned the room, hoping that no one was taking notice so he didn’t ruin the rest of the night for everyone else. Tony couldn’t say that hearing that Bucky just thought it was ‘just some harmless fun’ as teammates didn’t sting his heart, this didn’t mean a thing to him and he was just doing it because he was drunk.

“Give us a reason, why can’t we have some fun, Tony?” Steve pressed on and Tony swore he tried, he tried so hard not to say anything, but both men were in his space and saying things Tony had dreamt of hearing, things that had comforted him in his lowest moments and he couldn’t have it and he knew it meant nothing to them.

Tony ripped himself from their grasp, standing up and whirling to face them as he snapped “BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH BOTH OF YOU!” before he realised what he had blurted out, his eyes filling with tears because of course Tony Stark can’t have a secret “Fuck, forget what I said”

Tony ran. He did what he knew best and ran, he only ran back to his workshop but he locked everything down and dived for the cot as he let himself cry out his heartbreak. He covered his ears as Steve and Bucky banged on the door and shouted at him, he wished they had just ignored him or at least didn’t want to take their anger out on him. Tony pulled the blanket over him and covered his head with it so he could try and block out everything else, the light of the arc reactor soothed him as he sobbed until he passed out with Steve and Bucky still pounding away at his door.

No one saw Tony for two days and on the third, it was hard to recognise him as the Tony they knew. Tony was dressed up in a suit, looking picture perfect with his hair styled and goatee trimmed exactly, sunglasses covered his eyes as he carried a briefcase in one hand, his knuckles almost going white with his tight grip. Natasha knew this man, she recognised him as Tony before the team, the one under Obidiah’s thumb, this was the media version of Tony Stark.

“Tony, Bucky and I nee-” Steve tried to stop him, hand outstretched and looking hurt when Tony dodged it with ease.

“No need, Cap, in a few hours I’ll be on the other side of the country. Rhodes is taking over my position as Iron Man and Pep’s handling SI over here, Fury’s agreed to it and Pepper’s not happy but hell, she’ll probably enjoy not having me be so useless” Tony held his hand out to interrupt Steve who just stared at Tony in shock, the rest of the team gathering as Tony spoke “I’m sorry for fucking up, I should have kept my mouth shut or just gone with it, I’ll see you around… well no, I won’t actually, I’m not planning on coming back”

“You can’t just leave!” Bucky protested as he came to stand beside Steve, looking equally hurt as the blonde.

“Actually I can, I am in fact, now I gotta go or I’ll miss my flight. Glad I could stick around for a year before I fucked up” Tony laughed but it was humorless and no one else was laughing with him, in fact all of them just looked sad “Cheer up, things will be better without me, you guys are always complaining about shit I do so you should be happy!”

“Tony, that’s not-, we-, you-” Steve stammered helplessly as Tony just raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, Steve and Bucky shared a look before Bucky nodded at him and suddenly Steve was there, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. Steve kissed him deeply, not caring that Tony wasn’t reacting, his hands were cupping his cheeks and his body was pressed up against Tony’s, stealing his breath away.

“Steve, what-?” Tony tried to ask but Steve stepped away for Bucky to take his place, his hands going to Tony’s hair instead and kissing him just as deep and intensely as Steve had. Tony’s body caught up as his body sagged slightly and tears came to his eyes when Bucky stepped away from him “What are you doing?”

“We love you too” Steve said and Tony’s world crashed down around him. For the last two days, Tony had convinced himself that the whole team hated him, Steve and Bucky especially, and that the world would be better off if he just disappeared.

Tony stumbled away from them, almost tripping over his own feet as he stared at the team that were all staring back at him as his reality broke. He wanted to run, he wanted to escape again so when he went to run Bucky grabbed his arm and pulled him back instead, pulling him into a hug and moving with Tony when his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor. Steve knelt down beside them and moved Tony’s glasses off his face to show the tears that were now streaming down his face, his body shaking as he tried to remember how to breathe.

“Sweetheart, take some nice deep breaths for me” Steve comforted him and wiped back the tears, only for them to be replaced seconds later “It’s alright, Tony, you’re okay”

“No I’m not, you’re meant to hate me!” Tony shouted as he pulled at his hair, frustrated that everything had changed, nothing was going to his plan and he didn’t know what to do about it. He didn’t want them to hate him, but it made leaving a lot easier if that’s what they wanted from him.

“We couldn’t be farther away from it” Bucky said softly while he pushed Tony’s hands away and started to comb his fingers through Tony’s hair instead, the soft touches helping the headache that was building up but not helping his heart “We love you, and there’s no way in hell that we could hate you”

They let Tony cry himself out before trying to talk to him sensibly, just a lot of soft words and soothing touches until Tony had worn himself out from crying and was just curled into Bucky’s chest as his breathing stopped being so ragged and his heart stopped pounding quite so hard.

“We love you, Tony, and we’ll tell you everyday if we have too” Bucky whispered in his ear before Steve kissed his cheek and repeated Bucky in a whisper in his other ear, the pair not needing to look at each other to know that it was a promise that they were going to keep until Tony no longer needed to hear it from them everyday and then continuing it because they wanted to make sure Tony always knew he was loved.

It took a lot of conversations, a lot of tears, a lot of traded kisses and touches to finally persuade Tony that they weren’t lying to him, that they really did love him and that they wanted to be with him. Once Tony knew it and was feeling more secure where he stood, the change in him amazed the team since most of them had never seen him so happy. Of course there will still be bad days, but now Tony wasn’t alone and he had two soldiers to help protect him against the bad thoughts and nightmares.

Tony woke up every morning between Steve and Bucky with a kiss and a whispered confession of love, and every morning Tony blushed and whispered back:

“I love you too”

#tropetember #eotl writes #fanfiction #stuckony #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #accidental confession #feels

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Better The Devil You Know - Mystic Messenger Vanderwood x MC fic

Heey all! I told you I was working on a Vanderwood fic and here is the first piece! This is already 40 pages long and shows no sign of stopping. There is a plot and everything! I’m sure eventually it will get NSFW but I haven’t got that far yet!

This first chapter is a bit disjointed as I bring several perspectives into play but it will all make sense if you’ve played the game!

I’d dedicating this to the lovely discord group who are the greatest gang of peeps I’ve ever had the privilege to chat to!

Anywho, enjoy!

Better The Devil You Know

Pairing: Vanderwood x Emsi (MC / OC)

Warnings: Will contain Violence, Smut, Swearing, I’ll add more as they come up!

Summary: Emsi has been a member of the RFA for two whole days when the mysterious Unknown makes his move. Seven races to Rika’s apartment with Vanderwood in tow; Seven hoping to save Emsi, while Vanderwood just wants Seven to get back to work. Four people enter the apartment but only two leave, launching a search that will blow the RFA’s secrets wide open!

Chapter 1

‘Who’s the girl?’

Seven turned to find Vanderwood standing behind him, a duster in one hand, coffee in the other. ‘Just a new member of the RFA, no big deal.’ Seven returned to his monitors, tapping out line after line while Vanderwood watched the video feed.

‘And you’re watching her why?’

‘I’m not watching her, I’m watching the apartment.’

‘The apartment isn’t going anywhere so get on with your work.’ Vanderwood whipped him on the back of his head with the duster.

‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ Seven rubbed the back of his head as Vanderwood walked away.

‘It looks like you’re watching over that girl while searching her personal details. Pervert.’

‘I’m not a pervert, I mean okay, I am, but that’s not why I’m looking up her info.’

Vanderwood sighed as he finished his coffee. ‘I don’t care, just get back to work.’

Seven rolled his eyes and took a large swig off Dr Pepper. ‘Whatever you say, Madame.’

‘And don’t call me that.’

Emilee-Sierra had only been a member of the RFA for a day and she was already a little confused. She still wasn’t sure how she ended up part of a charity organisation and staying in a dead woman’s apartment, but here she was. It was a pretty unorthodox way of joining a group under any circumstances, but the mysterious text message, the download of a messenger app, finding herself in amongst strangers who, while wary, eventually welcomed her into their group. Maybe it was fate, a sign from their late founder that their work shouldn’t be forgotten. Whatever it was, she had somewhere to stay and charity work to put on her resume, and if she didn’t like it she could always leave.

Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she checked her pocket for her phone, and headed out to the store. The apartment was well equipped but it needed a clean, the cupboards and refrigerator needed stocking. She wasn’t afraid of a little hard work, and it would keep her busy.

In the shadows of the building a lone figure watched. His eyes were barely visible between his hood and mask, but he saw just fine. The girl left the apartment building and headed out onto the main street. He knew she would have to stock up and that gave him the perfect opportunity to do what he needed to do. All that remained was to hack the camera feed and ensure that damned redhead had no idea that anything out of the ordinary was going on.

***Emsi has entered the chatroom***

Zen: Hey, gorgeous girl! How did you sleep in your new apartment?

Emsi: Morning, Zen! Pretty good, thanks! Sleeping in a new place is always weird but it’s a nice place.

Zen: If you ever get lonely, you can always look at my selfies.

Emsi: Good to know, thanks!

***Jumin Han has entered the chatroom***

Jumin Han: Do you never get sick of posting the same pictures day in and day out? Have you nothing better to do?

Zen: Hey, Mr Trust Fund Kid, people like my selfies, it brightens their day! What do you do to brighten peoples days? Nothing.

Jumin Han: I pay them. And well.

***707 has joined the chatroom***

707: Money is everything.

Emsi: Especially when you don’t have it!

707: That’s a mood!

Zen: Seven, you have a garage full of sports cars!

707: Yeah, but no money!

Zen: You have messed up priorities.

Jumin Han: Says the man wasting his time on selfies

Zen: It’s not a waste of time

Emsi: I have to go, guys

707: Oh, yeah, you’re out at the mo, right?

Emsi: …how do you know that?

707: Oh! Emergency! Gottagobye!

***707 has left the chatroom***

Emsi: I don’t suppose either of you know what he meant?

Zen: Maybe he’s keeping an eye on you with local closed circuit cameras or something?

Jumin Han: Than may be true. You are our newest member and we take our members security seriously.

Emsi: I hope that’s the case! Anyway, gotta run, I’m at the store now!

***Emsi has left the chatroom***

Zen: Bye, beautiful

Jumin Han: Don’t call me beautiful

Zen: Not you! Don’t put words in my mouth!

***Jumin Han has left the chatroom***

Emsi stowed her phone and grabbed a cart. She didn’t want to buy too much as it would only be harder to carry back to the apartment, but she had to make sure she got the absolute essentials. It shouldn’t take her too long, then it was just a case of heading back, unpacking, eating a quick lunch, then start on the cleaning.

#Mystic Messenger #Vanderwood #Mystic Messenger Vanderwood #fanfic #long fic #707 #Unknown #Zen #Jumin #Jaehee #Yoosung #Saeran

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Ten Favorite Dialogues from 2020

I picked 10 dialogue exchanges that I loved from the stories I posted this year. A few of them are from the same stories, since I spent a good chunk of the year working on long fics instead of one shots or shorter stories. Under the cut bc they are lengthy.

I also realized that most of my zingers tend to be in my descriptions and don’t always make it into my character’s dialogue. I might have to change that.

In no particular order:

Dorian chuckled. “Honestly, you two are disgraceful. You can’t come to a club looking like sex on legs when you aren’t single. You’re going to give people a heart attack.”

“Jealous, Dorian?” Alistair needled.

“Insanely,” he replied smoothly. “Aside from myself and Zevran,”—he saluted the elf who shot him a saucy wink—“you’re the most attractive men here. And to add insult to injury, you’re together,” he sighed dramatically.

Accidental Alliance, a oneshot modern Cullistair AU

“Step two of the pie liberation was to avoid suspicion of the adults.” Evan giggled at Connor’s phrasing and thought he heard Alex snort in amusement, too. “Zoe’s job was to act as a distraction, which wasn’t hard to accomplish because Cynthia decked her out in this frilly monstrosity that every woman within a five-mile radius oohed and aahed over. She fucking hated it, of course, but it worked in our favor for The Plan. And yes, those are honest to God capitals, babe. Think Mission Impossible: Thanksgiving 2010.”

“Alternate title: Pie Larceny,” Evan quipped, overjoyed by Connor’s rich laughter. Alex definitely chuckled at that.

“Yes! Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m totally renaming it Pie Larceny.”

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

“It makes me want to wrap you in blankets and bubble wrap and smother you with attention until you’re sick of looking at me, though.”

A broken laugh tumbled out of Evan’s mouth. “Well, there’s a mental picture. What are you gonna do? Roll me down the street?”

“I’m working out the logistics, but rolling you around does sound kinda fun,” Connor teased.

Snorting, Evan retorted, “I mean, you do have practice rolling joints. Guess a bundled up boyfriend isn’t much difference.”

Connor’s borderline hysterical laughter almost drowned out Evan’s airy chuckles. “Jesus Christ, Evan,” he wheezed, shakily wiping away tears.

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

Returning his head to the shadows, he hissed, “Sister Agnes is milling around. I need a distraction so I can reach our room.”

Kai grinned and pulled a dehydrated pepper from his pocket. “Down the hatch.”

Gavin stopped him with a concern expression. “Are you sure about this?”

He snorted softly. “Please, I grew up eating these. My mum sends them because she knows I love them. They’re like candy. I’ll be shitting fire for a week, but they don’t hurt my mouth. I’ll burn hot and sweat like crazy though. Trust me, it’ll work.”

The redhead arched an eyebrow. “So you carry them in your pocket at all times?”

“No,” Kai answered irritably. “That’s why I needed Easton earlier. To act as a distraction for me so I could get it out of my room.”

Gavin sighed. “If you’re sure. I mean, we could brawl in the hallway, that would work, too.”

Alistair glanced around the corner. “Hurry up and choose. I’m not waiting forever.” Kai smirked and popped the pepper in his mouth.

“Well, that decides it,” Gavin groaned. Alistair tried not to laugh as over the course of a few minutes, Kai’s face visibly flushed in response to the spicy heat and sweat pooled under his hair, running in rivulets across his face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like you’ve got the sweat,” Gavin replied sardonically.

“Perfect,” he retorted. “Right, good luck, Alistair. If I fail to distract everyone, Gavin’s got you covered.”

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic - excerpt from Ch 11 featuring a few of my OCs and Alistair

Wrapping his arms around her as she hummed at the stove, he said, “Sirra and Alistair either just left my apartment or she only now deigned to tell me they’re gone.”

Eowyn grinned wickedly at him, checking the clock on the dining room wall. “My, my! Four hours later! Scandalous.”

“I wish you could have seen them. The magnetism! It was instant.”

She giggled. “I saw the photos. That’s more of Alistair’s almost-O face than I ever want to see again, thanks very much.”

He snorted. “Fair enough.” After a pause, Zevran chuckled, “I give them a month.”

Rounding on him in horror, Eowyn stared at him with wide mossy eyes. “You just said they were perfect together! Do you think we made a mistake?”

“No, amore mio. I mean, I give them a month before they elope. I might have been party to their engagement shoot today.”

She blinked slowly as the giggles built until she was clutching the kitchen counter in a fit of uncontrolled mirth. “Okay, that may be accurate knowing Alistair!”

“I’m thinking of changing my business cards. Should I add ‘Matchmaker Extraordinaire’ or ‘Signor Soulmate’?” he asked cheekily.

Shot In The Dark - Sirra Brosca/Alistair modern AU oneshot [dialogue shown is between Zevran/OC]

Cullen grinned with him. “Me either. Maybe we can improve your chess skills enough for you to graduate from mediocre.”

“Oh, ha ha. You and the others can have fun with that, thanks very much. Here I was hoping we could spend more time in bed,” he teased, sliding a hand into his curls.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the blonde retorted, “Of course, count on you to think how often we can sleep together instead of improving our skills.”

“That is how we improve our skills.”

“Training skills, you fiend.”

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, Alistair quipped, “Well, one of us has to be the boring one in the relationship. Glad it’s not me.” Cullen elbowed him gently in the ribs, chuckling along with his lover’s bright laughter.

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic, excerpt from Ch 12

“You’re not worthless,” Alistair whispered. The breath she’d been holding passed her lips with a tiny mewl of surprise. Still unable to look at one other, Alistair kept his hand on her wrist and she resisted the urge to scoot further away.

Sirra murmured, “You don’t know me, Alistair. You can’t say that.”

“I can,” he insisted firmly, his fingers pressing just a bit harder on her flesh. “It doesn’t matter who you were. When you join the Grey Wardens, all that matters is who you are. I may not know who you used to be in Orzammar, but I have a pretty good idea who you are in the sun.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 4

“I’m sorry, Alistair, I wanted to surprise you. Most dwarves in Orzammar, caste and casteless alike, have genital piercings. It’s cultural and unrelated to murder.”

His eyebrows climbed into his hair. “Even the men? How in the Maker’s name does that work?” Sirra opened her mouth to explain, but he hastily held up a hand and shivered. “Rhetorical question. Please do not answer that.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 14

“I love you, too,” she murmured, gracing him with a watery smile. “If I had known you were up here, I would have left Orzammar years ago and tracked you down,” Sirra mused, only half joking.

“Oh, really?” he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I can just imagine you sneaking into the droll monastery and breaking me out. I would have assumed you were a figment of my imagination, a desire demon, or Maker-sent. Regardless, I doubt I could have resisted the mischievous glint in your eyes as you crept in to find me in my smalls, surrounded by thirty other recruits, and told me to run away with you.”

Laughing, Sirra raked her short nails down his toned chest. “A naked teenage version of you? I would have taken you on the spot, letting the recruits feast their eyes on us, before dashing out the front door with your bare ass in tow.”

He closed his eyes with a lusty moan, and swallowed hard, his voice strained when he replied. “Definitely Maker-sent then. To think, we could have been on the lam for the last few years, making mad love wherever we went.”

Sighing melodramatically, Alistair smirked and playfully bopped the tip of her nose with his. “Ah, well, at least I have you now and that’s all that matters.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 17

10.

“Stop it,” Morrigan mumbled irritably.

Alistair feigned innocence. “Stop what? I’m sitting here like a good patient. I wasn’t even talking until right now.”

Yellow eyes bored into hazel as the subtle light faded around them, his shoulder apparently healed. “You know very well what. Stop staring at my hands. ‘Tis most distracting.”

“And here I thought it was my hands distracting you during the fight,” he smirked. “Not where my eyes happened to land. How could you have known that I might have been paying attention, if you weren’t observing me, too, hmm?”

Scoffing, Morrigan took a large step back and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest. “You are insufferable.”

Sheathing his sword, Alistair shrugged with affected boredom. “I may be insufferable, Morrigan, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.”

Snagging his shield from where it fell on the ground, he slung it over his back and murmured for her ears alone. “Besides, for a cranky witch who grew up in a swamp, they’re surprisingly soft and gentle… when they want to be, that is.”

You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’ - ch 2. Part 1 of 3 of Morristair written for @scharoux 14 Days of DA Lovers

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thewidowsghost · 4 years

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Fox - Chapter 33

Previously on Fox:

A few hour later, Natasha wakes up to (Y/n)'s heart beating rapidly behind her head and looks up to see (Y/n)'s eyes clenched shut. Natasha grabs (Y/n)'s shoulder and shakes her awake and (Y/n)'s eyes snap open, breathing heavily.

"(Y/n)," Natasha murmurs, looking concerned and (Y/n) looks at her, her (E/C) eyes wide.

(Y/n) doesn't say anything but wraps her arms around Natasha, her breath hitching. Natasha takes a hand and gently runs her fingers though her (H/C) hair - just as (Y/n) had so many times for her. After a few minutes, (Y/n)'s breathing slows and she rests her head against Natasha's again and the redhead doesn't press, just resting her head on her girlfriend's chest again.

Natasha finally relaxes when (Y/n) falls back asleep, the redhead finally falling back asleep after (Y/n) and the two sleep soundly for the rest of the night.

3rd Person POV

Around 7:30 the next morning, (Y/n) slides out from under Natasha, changes into some jeans, a black t-shirt, and pulls on a red leather jacket, before walking into the kitchen.

(Y/n) pulls out a large mixing bowl, and whisks together some flour and eggs. She gradually adds milk and water, then salt and butter, whisking until the batter is smooth.

Then she pulls out a frying pan and turning the burner on medium heat. (Y/n) scoops up some of the batter up and tilts the pan in a circular motion so the surface of the pan is covered in batter.

She cooks one side of the crepe and flips it.

"Here," a voice from behind her says and (Y/n) jumps. "Sorry," Skye says sheepishly.

"It's okay," (Y/n) smiles softly at the younger woman and slides the crepe onto the plate.

"You need any help," Skye offers.

"Actually, if you want to slice some strawberries, that would be great," (Y/n) answer. The brunette nods, opening the fridge and pulling out a box of strawberries, a cutting board from a cabinet, and a knife from a drawer, and begins to slice the strawberries as (Y/n) finishes the crepes.

"How'd you learn to cook like this?" Skye asks (Y/n).

"My mom taught me before she passed away," (Y/n) answers, studying Skye thoughtfully. "Speaking of, you look a lot like my mom when she was your age." (Y/n) pulls out her phone and scrolls down her gallery for a little bit until she finds the picture. Skye looks at the picture her eyes widening as she gazes at it - (Y/n)'s mother had the same nose and eye shape as Skye, and even the way they held themselves up was the same.

"She really does," Skye says gazing up at (Y/n).

"Imagine if we were cousins or something," (Y/n) says smiling.

"I've always wanted to find my family, maybe I've found it," Skye says and (Y/n) beams at the girl.

"Tasha and I wouldn't mind," (Y/n) says honestly.

"She's right," Natasha says, walking into the kitchen wearing jeans, a green t-shirt and the emerald jacket (Y/n) had given her back when she and (Y/n) were staying with (Y/n)'s dad. Skye smiles warmly at the two and continues slicking the strawberries. (Y/n) slides Natasha her phone and the redhead studies the picture of (Y/n)'s mom, continuing to glance at Skye. "You're right," Natasha says. "Skye does look a lot like your mom."

"My mom had a brother named Calvin Johnson, but Mom didn't really get along with her parents so she dropped the last name and went by (L/n). I'd never met my uncle, but I knew he had a kid, but I'd never met them either," (Y/n) says and Skye seems to be hanging onto her every word. "Anyway, we got crepes now, so yeah," she sets the plate of crepes on the table. (Y/n) makes a pot of coffee and pours three mugs, putting cream and sugar in her's and Skye's before taking the three cups out and setting them on the table, making sure to put the plain black in front of Natasha.

The three eat and Skye helps (Y/n) clean up the dishes and glances up at her. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow today?" Skye asks sheepishly.

"Sure, you're taller than Nat so yeah, you can borrow some of mine," (Y/n) smiles at the brunette. "Come on kid," (Y/n) says cheerfully and Skye smiles, following (Y/n) into her and Natasha's room. "Go ahead," (Y/n) says, sitting on the edge of the bed motioning to the closet.

Skye glances back at (Y/n) again and the (E/C) eyed woman nods encouragingly. Skye opens the closet and pulls out a pair of shorts out of the dresser, a dark gray t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

"Thanks, (Y/n)," Skye says happily, and (Y/n) smiles.

"No problem kid," (Y/n) says as Natasha walks out of the bathroom carrying something wrapped in brown paper in her arms. "What's that, Nat?" she asks as Natasha sits down on the bed beside her.

Natasha simply slides the package to (Y/n) and Skye watches with interest as (Y/n) tears the paper off the package.

"Did you really bring my guitar and wrap it?" (Y/n) asks, grinning as she pulls her galaxy guitar out of the box.

"I figured it was more suspenseful than just handing it to you," Natasha says and (Y/n) shakes her head, still smiling. (Y/n) pushes the box and paper behind her and begins to strum a random piece she had been working on for a while before she had the whole kidnapping incident.

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"How long have you been working on that one for?" Natasha asks.

"About a month before the whole incident," (Y/n) answers, setting down her guitar.

"How'd you remember that if you haven't seen it for three months?" Skye asks.

"I have a photographic memory," (Y/n) explains. "I remember everything. Sometimes it's a good thing, but sometimes not, you know?"

"What's that like?" Skye asks, sitting down beside (Y/n) on the edge of the bed.

"You ever had a cup of water and it's full, but you keep trying to fill it up and it overflows?" (Y/n) asks and Skye nods. "It's kind of like that but the cup keeps getting bigger."

"Doesn't that get overwhelming?" Skye asks and (Y/n) nods.

"Sometimes," she answers. "It's alright if it's mostly good memories, but there's always some bad ones thrown in there."

Skye nods thoughtfully then stands up, "I'm gonna go change." Natasha smiles and nods and Skye leaves the room.

"You know?" (Y/n) falls back on the bed and looks over at Natasha.

"What?" Natasha asks, falling to lie beside (Y/n).

"I'm liking Mama Nat," (Y/n) says and Natasha gazes into (Y/n)'s eyes, an unreadable look in her emerald eyes and (Y/n) looks up at the ceiling. (Y/n) is silent before speaking again, turning to look at Natasha again. "Maybe, one day. I don't know, it'd be nice," (Y/n) falters when Natasha remains silent. "Sorry," (Y/n) murmurs.

"No," Natasha says hastily. "I agree. It's just," she pauses, "I never though anyone would want something like that with me."

(Y/n)'s gaze softens and she sits up to pull Natasha into a hug. "Anybody would Nat," (Y/n) says and Natasha relaxes. "I'm just the lucky one." Natasha pulls away and can see the sincere look in her (E/C) eyes.

"Thanks," Natasha says and (Y/n) smiles.

"Come on," (Y/n) takes Natasha's hand and pulls the redhead gently to her feet. "Let's go take my, I'm guessing, cousin to go get stuff."

"Imagine if you were actually cousins," Natasha says walking into the living room with (Y/n) and settling down on the couch, pulling (Y/n) with her.

"That would be really cool," Skye says, emerging from the hallway in (Y/n)'s clothes, which actually fit pretty well on the five foot six woman.

"Let's go," Natasha says, pulling (Y/n) up with her.

"You're gonna rip my arm out of it's socket one day," (Y/n) teases, letting go of Natasha's hand and going to grab her phone and wallet.

Skye laughs and the three walk out of the apartment, Natasha locking the door behind them.

"So, I figure," (Y/n) begins as the three walk down the street. "We'll just get a couple things today and then when we get home we can actually buy stuff."

Natasha nods and Skye smiles. "Thanks for doing all this you guys," Skye says.

"No problem," (Y/n) says and she goes to say something else when her phone rings. "Dad? What's up?"

"You seen the news recently?" Tony asks.

"Not since the press conference," (Y/n) says, sharing a confused look with Natasha. "You should have gone to the hospital, by the way," (Y/n) scolds.

"Yeah," Tony shrugs the comment off. "Anyway, you took martial arts lessons, right?"

"Yeah, why?" (Y/n) wonders.

"I need your help," (Y/n) puts the phone on speaker so that Natasha could hear. "With what?" she asks.

"I need you and Pepper to get some files from my office," Tony says, his voice strained.

"I'm in San Diego," (Y/n) says, exchanging a look with Natasha again.

"You've got an hour, get your arse to the airport," Tony says, hanging up.

"Duty calls, I guess," (Y/n) hands her credit card to Natasha. "I'll got help Dad and Pepper, you and Skye stay here. I'll be back, probably tomorrow."

Natasha stares reluctantly at (Y/n) for a moment before nodding.

(Y/n) hugs Natasha and Skye, "I'll be back soon."

"How you going to get to the airport?" Skye asks. (Y/n) smirks, looking around and shifts into a hawk. "So cool," Skye says as (Y/n) flies off.

Landing outside the airport, she shifts back into herself and jogs out to her father's private jet, which had just arrived.

"Let's go, Happy," (Y/n) says as soon as she gets onto the jet. "I have forty-five minutes for an hour flight."

"Right," Happy says and the jet immediately takes off.

"Gotta push it, Hap," (Y/n) calls after about half an hour. "Actually, can you stop the jet over the Stark Industries Headquarters? I can take it from there."

"Sure, what are you going to do?" Happy asks nervously.

"I'm going sky diving," (Y/n) says simply, pulling a parachute from the back of the jet and pulling it on.

"Right," Happy says quietly, and the jet stops slowly.

"Open the door," (Y/n) orders and Happy does.

(Y/n) steps back and takes a running jump out the window and dives towards the ground, pulling the parachute about fifty feet from the ground and landing beside Pepper.

"Hey," (Y/n) says casually, pulling the parachute pack off her back. Pepper stares at her for a moment before looking up at the jet.

"Let's go," Pepper says, and the two walk thought the Stark Industries doors.

The two make their way up to Tony's office, Pepper casting nervous glances behind her.

"Calm down Pep," (Y/n) says out of the corner of her mouth and Pepper looks over to see a calm look on the (H/C) haired woman's face.

Pepper and (Y/n) step into Tony's office and Pepper plugs in a hacking device, about the side of a thumb-drive. (Y/n) sits down in the chair, Pepper looking over her shoulder.

The device, with (Y/n)'s help, begins hacking though Obadiah Stane's passwords, firewalls and security networks.

(Y/n) begins pulling up files from Stane's hard drive: Jericho Missile orders, shipping manifests, schematics, blueprints, and sections for a suit that sits in the pipe room under the Ark Reactor.

"What are you doing, Obadiah?" Pepper wonders aloud.

Pepper glances towards the door, thinking she had heard something. She waits then hears nothing and (Y/n) continues.

A new icon appears with Arabic text underneath, an icon for a video clip.

(Y/n) double clicks the icon and swallow thickly when she and Pepper see the video clip open. A half dead, Tony, and a knocked out (Y/n), tied to a chair.

Pepper shakes her head in disbelief.

"Translate -" Pepper tells the computer.

As the clip plays, the translated text appears on the screen: "Obadiah Stane, you have deceived us... the price to kill Tony and (Y/n) Stark has just gone up..."

Pepper and (Y/n) look shell-shocked, and Pepper gapes at the monitor.

Pepper and (Y/n) look up to see Stane standing in the doorway and Pepper nearly leaps out of her skin.

"What a nice surprise," Stane says.

"We... just wanted to get some personal stuff," Pepper nods to the monitor. "And my resume. In case," Pepper grins. "You know how I love job hunting."

Stane circles around the desk and (Y/n) quickly changes screen, sliding a newspaper over the drive.

"How's Tony?" Stane asks.

"Honestly... I don't know," Pepper answers. "He's shut me out."

"You and everyone else," Stane says.

Stane circles around the two, picking up a photo on Tony's desk.

"This... thing between you, it's hurting him. You're the only real father Tony ever had. It would mean so much if you could just talk -" Stane cuts Pepper off.

"Tony's imploding," Stane says in a matter-of-fact voice, "it's unfortunate. You should consider whether you want to take that ride with him."

"Unfortunate?" (Y/n) asks.

"You know I love Tony - but this is business," Stane says. "We can't save him, but we can save his legacy."

(Y/n) flashes to the download screen reading '87%' complete.

"It's tragic, but... Tony never really came home."

He circles behind the desk again, looking closely at the screen - again depicting the Google ads.

"This company has a bright future," Stane says. "Pepper, I'd like you to be a part of it." He smiles and touches her cheek, (Y/n) shutting off the computer. "Tony doesn't understand your value," Stane says. "He never did."

"Are you . . . offering me a job?" Pepper asks.

"Think about it," Stane says, taking the box from Pepper and waits for her. "I'll walk you out."

As (Y/n) passes the computer, she takes the drive, holding it in her palm, the newspaper on the outside.

"Is that today's paper?" Stane asks (Y/n) and she nods, a smile on her face.

"Here, I know how much you like the puzzles," (Y/n) says in a calm voice, handing him the puzzle, keeping the thumb-drive in her hand.

A few minutes later, Pepper and (Y/n) walk down the stairs, Stane hovering above them on the balcony railing - watching the two.

Sitting in a chair on the bottom floor is Phil Coulson. He looks stunned for a moment to see (Y/n) and she flashes him a look before he speaks. "Miss Potts, did you forget our appointment?" he stands up.

"No," Pepper says grabbing Coulson's arm and walking. "Of course not. I've been very much looking forward to it. Let's," she glances over her shoulder, "why don't we do this somewhere else?"

The three walk outside, Stane still watching them from above.

A little while later, in Rhodes's office, he gets a phone call from Pepper.

"What do you mean, he paid to have Tony and (Y/n) killed? Slow down. Why would Obadiah?" he pauses. "Where is Tony now?"

Pepper, (Y/n), Coulson, and five dark-suited SHIELD Agents walk urgently towards two Crown Victorians. Pepper answering Rhodes's questions. "- I don't know, he's not answering his phone. Will you just go over there and check up on him? Thanks Rhodey."

She ends the call and the Agents pile into the Crown Vics, and Coulson holds the door open for the two.

Pepper instead, pulls (Y/n) towards her parked Audi. "I know a short cut."

(Y/n) glances at Coulson, asking something though her mind, Is it time to show my powers? He nods.

"Since when could you turn into a dragon?" Coulson asks and Wyvern (Y/n) lets out a snort, then looking over at Pepper, who's eyes are wide. She stares up at the blue Wyvern.

Come on Pep, we don't have all day, (Y/n) teases, and Pepper looks around.

"She's right," Coulson says, getting in the Audi with Pepper.

As the cars stop at the Stark Industries Headquarters, (Y/n) shifts back into herself about six feet from the ground, rolling and ending up on her feet.

Pepper stares at her for a moment, (Y/n) nods, and they all walk into the building.

"Section Sixteen, Section Sixteen," Pepper mutters.

"There it is," (Y/n) says.

Pepper walk up and tries to scan her badge. "My key's not working. It's not opening the door."

Coulson nods to (Y/n) again and she grins. "It's just my day, isn't it?"

"What are you doing now?" Pepper asks.

"You might want to step back," Coulson advises.

(Y/n) steps forward and places her hand on the lock, and sets her palm on fire, yet, it doesn't open. "Okay, stupid door," (Y/n) complains, stepping back and slamming her fist against the lock and it pops off.

"Nice job kid," Coulson says and (Y/n) smiles.

Back at Tony's house, the billionaire hears a door splintering and Rhodey rushes in and finds traces of blood on the floor, the collapsed shelving unit, and Tony staggering to his feet.

"Tony -" Rhodes begins, but Tony cuts him off.

"Where's (Y/n) and Pepper?"

"Don't worry, they're with the Feds," Rhodes tells him. "They're on the way to Stark to arrest Obadiah."

Tony's face is grim, "They're going to need a lot more than a few Agents. Give me a hand."

Pepper, (Y/n), Coulson and the Agents drift through a metal jungle of vats, machines, armored limbs and guts having from tethers, and utility pipes running along the walls.

The eight come across the armor from Afghanistan and they stopped, a little spooked.

Pepper and (Y/n) notice some empty scaffolding and they walk towards it, Coulson and his team of Agents fanning out.

Wandering through the fringes, Pepper tries to make a phone call, but there's no signal.

Through the pipes and girders, (Y/n) and Pepper spot a pair of glowing eyes. The whir of hydraulics and grinding metal starts up and wild gunfire suddenly breaks out. Bullets ricochet, hitting pipes and spewing steam and coolants.

Pepper rushes away, (Y/n) covering her exit. Pepper looks around, squinting through the machine gears and steam, seeing flashes of Agents running for cover, firing their guns at some giant flitting shadow.

Another Agent is yanked out of view and screams. Panicking, Pepper tries to find a way out.

A piece of metal zips at (Y/n) and Pepper, cutting pipes before it embeds itself in the cement above them.

An agent staggers out of the murk with his radio, "Agents down, agents down!" He sees Pepper and (Y/n). "Captain, escort her out of here," he yells.

"You heard the Agent, let's go," (Y/n) says, nudging Pepper forward.

The two make their way up the stairs, and halfway up, Pepper turns, hearing the three-ton thump of the Dynamo's legs charging out of the mist, but the armor is too big for the stairwell and crashes into it with a shower of debris.

(Y/n) sighs, and scoops up Pepper and sprints up the rest of the stairs, setting the auburn haired woman on her feet once they are out of the facility.

(Y/n) whips around, facing the entrance of the door and slams it shut.

"Call my dad, I'll watch the door," (Y/n) says and Pepper nods, pulling out her phone and dialing with shaky fingers.

"Tony! Obadiah's got a whole assembly line under the Ark. He's inside one of them!"

A thump comes from below them and the asphalt cracks. Another thump and another and Pepper is knocked over as teh asphalt bulges open to reveal the fist of a huge iron suit. Pepper's cellphone skitters away. Like a hatching dinosaur, he peels away the asphalt, pulling himself out of the ground and finally rises to his full height. He turns face-to-face with Pepper, who is the size of a gnat against teh dull-gray leviathan.

Pepper skids backwards and (Y/n) darts in front of her father's assistant, her hands charging up with lightning. "I never liked you," (Y/n) comments, blasting the suit with electricity, but the suit continues to advance, not a single forgiving feature in the steel-face and dead eyes.

Pepper's foot hits her cellphone and she grabs at it, the iron suit slams it's fist into the side of (Y/n)'s head and blood begins pouring out of the right side of her head. She staggers to her feet and raises her hands as the iron suit swings it's arms down again.

"Duck!" Pepper yells and (Y/n) drops to the ground as the iron suit stops and Tony dives out of the sky in his Iron Man suit. Tony lands on the Iron Leviathan's shoulders and the Leviathan crashes back into the hole it had crawled from.

"We need to get you out of here," (Y/n) says, blood still trailing it's way down the side of her head. "Come on," she grabs Pepper's hand and pulls the woman to her feet.

Pepper lets (Y/n) lead the way out of the building.

"Stay here, I'm going to get my Agents," (Y/n) says and Pepper nods reluctantly.

(Y/n) lights her hand ablaze and cautiously makes her way into the building and down the stairs. (Y/n) catches sight of a flash and moves towards it, catching sight of Coulson and three agents crouching over to fallen agents. "We need to get out of here," (Y/n) says and they turn to her. (Y/n) picks up the two fallen agents and carries them up the stairs, Coulson and the other three Agents following.

(Y/n) leads the way out of the building, gently setting the two agents she was carrying on the ground.

"I've got to go help my dad," (Y/n) says, looking up at the lights in the sky above the building. She hugs Phil, "Stay safe."

"Same to you," Phil answers.

"Always am," (Y/n) says, propelling herself up after the two iron suits on a jet of wind, landing beside her father's suit lying on the top of the building.

Stane shoots at (Y/n) and she throws up her hands, creating an energy shield in front of her and her father. "Come get me," (Y/n) taunts, lifting up her father's suit.

"Pepper! You need to overload the reactor!""You'll be killed!" Pepper calls from below.

"Do it!" (Y/n) yells. T

he Iron Leviathan charges at (Y/n) and Tony' and she sidesteps, the large iron shape falling through the roof and into the reactor, and (Y/n) turns her back on the blast, but gets blasted forward anyway, landing on her front about fifteen feet away.

Word Count: 3790 words

Yeah, so here you go...Chapter 35 will be up soon, hopefully...So yeah, see y'all!

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bxcketbarnes · 4 years

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Subtle Changes - Part Two

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 3000+

Request: Maybe a part two to subtle changes because it was so cute, maybe where it’s further on in the pregnancy because expecting dad ash is just so special 😍😍

Author’s Note: HEY! I bet you thought you were never going to see this fic again. Well, I got this request a while ago and the whole thing with the cannon gave me the whole idea behind this fic. I really hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you thought, maybe???

Part One

The sun shines through the semi-closed blinds, hitting me straight in the face, waking me from my slumber. A groan leaves my lips, my hand gliding over my baby bump as I slowly opened my eyes. I squint as I look towards the alarm clock, seeing it was quite early in the morning. I throw the blankets off of me, getting out of the bed and fully closing the blinds before lying back down.

I close my eyes again and let out a sigh as I lay on my side a bit, trying to get comfortable. It didn't take long for me to fall back asleep, sleeping for a little over an hour before the sound of someone in my bedroom wakes me up. My phone dings, signaling that I got a notification from something.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, baby," Ash's voice quietly speaks and I let out a sigh of relief, thankful it's him and not some murderer.

"S'okay," I mumble tiredly and flutter my eyes open, seeing my handsome drummer standing on his side of the bed. He sets his bag onto the mattress, a smile gracing his lips.

Ashton climbs onto the bed, laying down beside me before his hand moves to the baby bump. "How's little one doing?" He asks and I smile softly, placing my hand over his.

"Little one is doing wonderful. They're keeping mommy up sometimes at night, but other than that," I explain and his hazel eyes move to mine before glancing back towards my five-month bump.

Ashton chuckles before his hand moves to my baby bump, gliding his rough fingertips across my soft skin. I turn towards the nightstand, opening it and grab the ultrasound picture. "We can't have that happening now can we," he states and leans forward to press a kiss to my stomach.

"Literally we can't. Momma doesn't get enough sleep as it is. Especially since you're not home," I tell him and he frowns a bit.

"There are only a few shows left and then I'm all yours."

I bring my hand to his face, stroking his cheek before remembering the ultrasound picture I got at my check-up a few days ago. "It's alright, baby. I've gotten accustomed to it. I just missed you quite a bit lately," I mention and lean forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips before moving towards the nightstand, grabbing the ultrasound. "By the way, I went to the doctor on Monday for my check-up and I got to see it."

Ash looks at the picture in my hand before he takes it from my fingers and I watch his eyes tear up a bit. "They're precious," he whispers and sets the picture down on his nightstand before moving the blanket away from my stomach. "Hi, little one," Ashton presses a gentle kiss to my belly, a smile on my lips as I run my fingers through his hair.

"I love you," I tell him and his hazel eyes glance up at me.

He moves away from the baby bump, hovering his face over mine before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "I love you so much. My soon-to-be mama," Ashton coos and I grin from ear to ear.

"You're gonna be a wonderful dad, Ash."

His eyes light up as I stroke my fingers over his cheeks. "You really think so?" He asks and I nod my head, pulling his face closer to mine and connect our lips again.

Ashton lets out a sigh through his nose, melting into the kiss as his hands move up my sides. He pulled away from me before nuzzling his face into my neck, moving so he's lying beside me. His lips pepper my skin, biting softly as a giggle leaves my lips.

"I don't want to leave you," the black-haired man mutters into my neck and the smile on my face turns into a frown.

"Hey, baby," I mumble and run my fingers through his hair as Ash picks his head up, looking me in the eye. "You're not gonna be gone for long before you're home again. I would love to go with you but I'm not gonna fit in your small bunk." Ashton chuckles as I rub my belly, his eyes quickly glancing at the action before he sighs.

"I know, I know. There are only three shows left," he reassures himself more than me, his eyes slowly shutting.

I kiss the tip of his nose, shuffling in my spot so I'm laying on my back. "You wanna cuddle with me? Before you have to leave again?" I ask and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he nods his head.

Ashton gets up from the bed, shedding his clothes until he's in just his boxers and lays back down beside me. He places a quick kiss to my lips once last time before I turn to my side, letting him spoon me.

His hands splayed across my stomach, caressing my skin softly as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "I love you," Ash whispers and I smile. I lay my hand over his, lacing our fingers together as I slowly close my eyes.

"I love you, Ash," I tiredly whisper, the two of us falling into a slumber.

"You're really gonna wait another three months before you figure out what you're going to have?" My friend, Steff, asks me and I shrug my shoulders.

I take a glance down at my stomach, running a hand over it as the two of us sat in the hotel room in Vancouver. "I thought about it. I guess it's kinda hard to prepare for them when I don't know the gender," I mumble as I bite my lip softly. "The woman gave me a slip with the gender on it. D-Do you wanna look?" I ask her and she squeals, nodding her head.

A laugh leaves my lips and I get up from the bed, heading towards my luggage to grab the envelope that the slip is in. I hand it to the redhead before getting back onto the bed. I watch her face as she opens the envelope, sliding the piece of paper out just enough for her to see before sliding it back into the envelope.

"Can I surprise you two with a gender reveal?" She asks me and I bite my lip, holding a finger up before grabbing my phone.

I call Ashton, putting him on speaker as it rings a couple of times before he answers. "Hey, baby. I'm a bit-"

"It won't take long, babe. Steff just wants to ask us something about the baby," I inform him quickly, knowing he's busy getting ready for tonight's show.

"Oh, alright," he mumbled and I glance towards my friend, signaling her to ask the question she asked me.

Steff shifts on the bed, getting closer to the phone so Ash can hear her clearly. "So, I know the two of you decided to not know the gender of your baby until they're here. But, your girlfriend here is having second thoughts and she showed me the slip she has with the baby's gender on it-"

"Wait, you have it?" Ashton asked me in particular and I bite my lip.

"Yeah. You know, in case we wanted to know. I always keep it with me," I shrug my shoulders and Ashton lets out a laugh.

"Anyway," Steff speaks up sarcastically, a giggle coming from her lips before she gets back to the point. "I was wondering if you two would let me plan a little surprise gender reveal?"

Ashton hums and I rub my hand on my baby bump. "What did you say, baby?" He asks and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I didn't answer. I called you after she asked. I don't mind either way. Although, I would like to know if it's a boy or girl so we can plan a bit before they arrive," I tell him and he agrees quietly.

"I mean, yeah, sure. That would be pretty cool actually. The parents being surprised instead of our friends. It's interesting," Ash explains and I chuckle, nodding my head.

"Great! It's settled. Thanks, Ash! Oh, and tell Michael I said he's a dork," Steff mentions to him and I snort slightly.

Ashton lets out a laugh. "I will. I'll see you guys later. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Ash," I tell him, grinning ear to ear.

Steff and I made it to the venue about half an hour after I hung up with Ash. As we walk inside, she excuses herself from me and I give her a weird look. "I'll be right back. Gotta go find Mikey," she winks and laughs as a giggle leaves my lips.

"Fine, fine. Go ahead! You know where to meet me," I inform her and Steff nods her head before walking down a different hallway.

"Baby!" Ashton's voice yells out and I pick my head up from looking at my phone, seeing the man I love so much running down the hallway towards me.

I smile widely, slipping my phone into my back pocket before Ash wraps his arms around my shoulders. My hands clutch his jumpsuit, inhaling his scent as my eyes flutter shut. "I hate to say it but I missed you," I mumble into his ear and Ashton chuckles, feeling his chest vibrate.

"It's only been a couple of weeks, baby girl," my drummer boy giggles and I slap his back playfully before pulling away from him.

"It may have only been a couple of weeks but I had you in my arms already when you guys were in LA. Plus, I'm pregnant so shut up," I pout and Ashton pouts before lifting his hand to my mouth.

Ashton drags his thumb across my lip, my eyes looking into his hazel ones as the hand moves to my cheek. "Alright, I may have missed you guys as well," he mumbled and places his free hand on the baby bump. "I miss your lips."

I bite my bottom lip, my hands combing through his black hair as the two of us stand as close as we can. "Well, you should kiss me then," I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes.

Ash's forehead rests against mine and my eyes flutter shut, my heart pounding in my chest. His hands move to my waist, dipping under his sweatshirt I was wearing. "I love you," he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine. I grip the collar of his shirt, kissing him back as a hum leaves both of our lips.

"I love you too," I mumble against his lips after I pull away from him. "I can't wait for our baby to meet you. To see how wonderful you are."

Ashton giggles, his forehead leaning on mine once again. A sigh leaves his lips while his hands move to my baby bump. I hiss a bit at his cold hands, feeling them against my warm skin. "Sorry," he laughs and rubs my stomach, "but, I can't wait for our baby to meet you. You're fucking amazing. You've helped me through so much and I couldn't be more thankful. I'm so in love with you and I couldn't be happier. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

Tears came to my eyes as I'm more emotional than I used to be due to the hormones. "Ash," I trail off and press my hands to his cheeks. "I love you with my whole heart. I don't know what or where I'd be without you."

He places a chaste kiss to my lips a few times before we heard Michael call for us. Both of our heads turn towards the right side of the hallway, seeing the blonde-haired boy walk towards us, Steff in tow.

"Hey, man. We need you for soundcheck," Michael tells Ash and the drummer nods his head before looking back down at me.

"You gonna come watch or?" He mumbled the question low enough for me to hear and I shrug my shoulders.

"I might go take a nap so I can watch your set later. Little bean's been making me exhausted lately," I tell him while rubbing the bump.

Ashton nods his head before he crouched down, moving the sweatshirt up and pressing a couple of kisses to my belly. My heart swells at the sight, combing my fingers through his hair as he was whispering to the baby.

After he was finished he stood back up, placing his hands on my cheeks before kissing me deeply. A short moan leaves my lips as I grip the front of his shirt, kissing him back for a second before Ashton pulls away.

"I'll see you later, darling," he mutters in a raspy voice, sending chills down my spine. I nod my head, giving him a smile as he and Mike walk back down the hall towards the stage.

"Y'all are so cute, like, what the actual fuck," Steff comments as the two of us make our way towards their dressing room, a chuckle leaving my lips.

"Thanks, babe," I blush and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes I can't believe he's mine."

The show was incredible, even more than normal since it's the last show of the tour. I could see the tenseness in the boys as they awaited The Chainsmokers prank during the twenty minutes before they hit the stage and practically the entire time they played on stage.

Ashton sprints to me after he gets off stage, a large smile on his face before he wraps me into his arms. "Fuck! That was amazing," he states, giving the boys high fives as his arms were still draped over my shoulders.

A giggle leaves my lips as my arms go around his waist, gripping the back of his black jumpsuit. "You guys fucking rocked it as usual," I tell him as my head rests against Ashton's shoulder.

Steff leans up to give a kiss to Michael's cheek as he suggests to celebrate with a drink in the dressing room. The six of us begin to make our way to the room, Calum and Luke stating that they're in the clear, almost forgetting about the big prank.

I let out a breath of relief, not needing to be scared shitless right now. My fingers interlace with Ashton's, stepping into the dressing room behind him when a cannon goes off.

Screams leave both mine and Ashton's lips. He pushes me behind him, a protective grip on my arm as I grip the back of his jumpsuit. My heart pounds in my chest as the blue confetti falls from the ceiling.

"Surprise!" Steff yells as she turns to face Ashton and me, her and the Chainsmokers crew clapping with large smiles on their faces.

My lips part in shock as I take in the color of the confetti. Ashton glances back at me and I notice the tears build in his eyes. A laugh leaves my lips as my own tears build, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"W-We're having a boy," I whisper into his ear and bite onto my bottom lip.

A couple of years trail down my cheeks, feeling his hand touch my baby bump and I pull away from him. Ashton crouches down, resting on one of his knees.

"Oh, baby boy. We are so excited to meet you in a few months. You are definitely going to be spoiled by your uncle's and us of course," he chuckles and looks up at me, the biggest smile on his lips. Cal taps Ash's shoulder and I watch as the blue-haired boy gives him something before whispering into his ear. A blush covers Ashton's cheek as he clears his throat, reaching up to grab my hand. "Y/N, my baby girl, the love of my life, my soulmate, I love you so much. You're so fucking incredible and your personality is like no other which is how I fell so hard in the early years of our relationship. And even now, being together for three and a half years, I still fall more in love with you every day. You're gonna be the greatest mother and I'm so excited to start this new chapter of my life. And I thought this could be the best time to make you officially mine, for life. Will you do me the honor and become Mrs. Irwin?"

More tears stream down my cheeks as I covered my mouth with my hands during the middle of his speech. I nod my head vigorously, not trusting my voice at the moment and I didn't think the smile on Ashton's lips could get any wider. The drummer stands to his feet, showing the ring he had in his hand to me. A short gasp left my lips and held out my left hand.

"Fuck, I love you," he states while sliding the engagement ring onto my finger. As soon as he pushed it all the way on, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me before pressing my lips to his.

The two of us passionately kissed for a good minute before someone clears their throat, reminding us that we weren't alone. Ashton pulled away from me, his hands on my hips as his fingers drew circles into the fabric of my shirt.

Cheers began to fill the room as Ash and I look around, my hands on his chest as people came up to us from the crew to congratulate us. Ashton would thank them as I give them smiles, resting my head in the crook of his neck, my eyes finding the ring on my finger.

"I'm so in love with you," I mumble incoherently, feeling Ashton's hand squeeze my hip. "I can't wait to become the mother of our child and your wife."

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Heart Too Cold, but Friends of Gold - Pt.9

The Flares

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3090

Summary: Avenger!reader AU. Part 2 of Melting Hearts series. Part 1 HERE.

In which Steve has too many redheads in his life and they are a lot to handle. (Dealing with A:AOU, pt.2)

Warnings: swearing, light angst,... eh

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But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

(The Script – Flares)

The hallucination – the vision, perhaps – was a true eye-opened. Not because it was any news that Steve was the one to blame for your departure, no, but because actually seeing possibly a very true picture of what was happening to you was something that felt like a bullet to his brain. It was maddening and it should have made him spring into further action; yet, Steve couldn’t find himself having a strength to get mad. He was just too tired. Exhausted, with the weariness settled deep inside his bones.

And while he never had been the one to weep over the universe apparently hating him, he allowed himself to feel that way; especially when Maria Hill advised them to lay low and Clint took them into a safe house.

Correction: Clint took them home. Clint Barton had a home without anyone knowing (except Natasha, because Natasha knew everything and shared nothing), two healthy kids and a beautiful loving wife, living in a rural idyll. And once that information settled in Steve’s head, his heart broke on an entirely new level.

He could have a home. He could see himself having a home. He might not have before, not after coming out of the ice, not even long after actually. Not even the first time he had realized he was in love with you, no. It came with gradually and Steve hadn’t been quite aware of it; perhaps that was the actual truth that the vision created by Wanda Maximoff had revealed. With that hallucination, it had dawned to Steve that he had been ready to go home, for a while now; no matter what exactly home looked like, no matter how much fighting he would still be doing, for how many mission he would be going or if he would be able to reduce that.

He was ready to go home and he wished to go home, with you.

And in reality, it didn’t matter, because the most essential part of what he considered home was missing.

It was a relief when Fury showed up and helped them to figure out how to fight back – the battles they actually could fight. It reminded Steve that there were still battles worth fighting. It took his dark thoughts away, or at least it pushed them on the back burner for a while.

Then again, meeting Maximoff’s once more wasn’t helping. And the girl, suddenly so eager to fix things she had done wrong, reminded him of you too much. He shook off the thought when he went for what could be the final battle and tried his best to focus. No matter how insane the suddenly levitating city was.

And then they all knew it was the end.

“Stark will find a way to blow this rock,” Natasha stated rather calmly as they caught a moment to breathe in on the battlefield.

It was surprising how much faith she seemed to have into Tony with how he kept doing things behind their backs – then again, everyone seemed to be keeping secrets from another lately. But that wasn’t what he found outraging at her statement.

The city was flying and there was no way to save all the people before Stark would make it explode. Lost lives. Failure. Again.

Not on his watch.

“Not until everyone’s safe.”

Natasha looked at him with disbelief, probably questioning his sanity. “Everyone up here, versus everyone down there-“

“I’m not leaving this rock with one civilian on it,” Steve exclaimed stubbornly, the flame of fury lighting up in him.

No. Not this time, not again. He had failed too many times. He had lost so many battles and he was not about to lose another one, he was not about to fail people again.

Natasha gave him a sad smile. “I’m not saying we should.”

The look they exchanged spoke thousand words. This was indeed the end. They truly wouldn’t leave – they would either save everyone’s life or more likely died trying. There was a strange peace in that. That was how he was supposed to go, right? Like a soldier. Like a person who had decided to dedicate his life to save someone else’s. He just selflessly wished it would have been yours or Bucky’s or of someone who was closer to his heart. But he didn’t get to choose.

It was as if Natasha read his thoughts, when she whispered: “There are worse ways to go. Where else am I gonna get a view like this?”

Steve looked briefly over the edge of the flying crater of the city. He would think Natasha was right; but there were so many things he would rather see before he would close his eyes forever. Your smile for example, no matter where the two of you would be. Just your smile, knowing you were safe and he hadn’t failed.

But Steve wasn’t destined to have such luck.

When Fury’s voice announced them that the view would actually get better via their comms, Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and feel a little flicker of hope. A flare in the endless darkness. Maybe there were things they could fix and people they wouldn’t fail after all.

He only realized he had been a fool thinking that, when it was over and one of the lives they lost was Wanda Maximoff’s brother’s. Strangely enough, Steve envied him. But only a bit.

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The weirdest thing was Tony Stark being the one to pluck up his courage not to give up. Not that he was aware of that.

Saying goodbye to him as Steve decided to stay at the army base with Natasha, Tony had told him something so simple that it shouldn’t have moved Steve the way it did.

“Maybe I should take a page from Barton’s book. Buy Pepper a farm, hope nobody will blow it up…” Tony hummed almost lost in thoughts and Steve was once again surprised how the billionaire managed to bring a smile on his face despite all of their differences.

“The simple life.”

“You’ll get that too someday,” Tony reassured him with a smirk that poorly covered the sincerity behind his words. It was the softness in his eyes that gave it away.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“Definitely, Cap. You know that me taking off doesn’t mean I’ll stop looking, right? You shouldn’t either. She’s out there somewhere. We’ll find her and bring her home.”

Steve smiled shakily at him, feeling the familiar adrenalin and determination flooding his veins. Tony was right. You were out there and they would bring you home, they just needed to try hard enough.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Any time, Capsicle.” Tony patted Steve’s arm before he slid into his fancy car, the door clicking shut. Then the window rolled down, Tony’s head sticking out. “Oh, and do me a favour. Pop the question when we do, okay?”

The captain felt his cheeks burn, a chill running down his spine as Tony somehow sensed the change in Steve’s longing, but he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Sure. Take care, Tony.”

The Iron Man saluted him with two fingers and with a roar of his sports car’s engine and a whole lot of whirled dust disappeared in the distance. Steve stared into nothingness for a an embarrassingly long time.

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He found Natasha absently staring into a wall, a tablet in her hand forgotten. She turned to him when the door clicked behind him.

“Done gazing into Tony’s eyes? Ready to go to work?” she teased, an easy smile on her lips.

The corners of her mouth rose higher when she saw his expression; she hadn’t seen him this determined for a while. It was funny what could make people happier. Natasha didn’t think losing Bruce somewhere in a quinjet could do that. Then again, they just saved multiple lives. Unlike her, Steve deserved the feeling of victory. If she didn’t feel quite the same, no one needed to know.

Steve’s thumbs slid into the loops of his belt as he stopped in front of her, rocking on his heels.

Uh-oh. Big announcement coming, she could tell as much, and she wasn’t sure she would like it.

“I’m ready,” Steve confirmed and one look into his eyes told Natasha that he spoke it was the truth – but not quite.

She knew that look too well. He had it every time they got a track on you. And since she knew for a fact that there were no new leads… her heart sank.

“Steve…”

Steve could immediately tell Natasha understood, just like he could see she didn’t approve.

“I should be out there, looking for her. I need to be, because she’s somewhere, alone, and she can’t hide forever. I’ll find her – but it needs to be my priority from now.”

“Steve,” she addressed him, softer this time, wary of her tone, so it didn’t sound like she was admonishing him. “We got no lead for eternity-“

“That only means we need to try harder!”

“We’re doing our best and you know it. The moment we get the tiniest lead – like the last time with early snow in London –, we drop whatever we do with the recruits and we’ll be on our way.”

“Natasha-“ he started out again, but she cut him off.

“You’re not the only one who’s desperate to find her, Rogers! But the world hasn’t stopped turning! There are still threats and we need to deal with it. She wouldn’t want to-“

“Don’t you dare to speak for her, Romanoff-!“

“For God’s sake, Steve! Do you really think she would have asked you not to look for her if she wanted you to drop everything and come find her? “

He gasped as he felt the air knocked out of him.

It pissed him off, the burning feeling of betrayal squeezing his chest. Why was she discouraging him from this? Why? And how dared she to speak for you? She hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t seen what he had, what they had been doing to you and finally it hadn’t been her idly hands letting you suffer, only watching it all happen.

Steve couldn’t hold it anymore. So he exploded.

“What she did was stupid! She could be tortured right now, Natasha, serving as someone’s personal lab rat! You said it yourself, we didn’t get a single lead-”

“Exactly. Where would you go?”

“I don’t know!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air helplessly, his breathing getting quicker. Because she totally hit the nail on the head – Steve had no clue, but he was sick it. He needed to know, he needed to do something, because just waiting for something fall into his lap was torture. “But anything is better than doing nothing!”

“We’re not doing nothing, Rogers. We just saved countless lives-“

“But not the one that mattered!” he cried out, his fist hitting the railing so hard it shook around the whole room. The sound of it resonated in the suddenly silent space as the severity of the sentence fell on both Natasha and Steve.

The redhead pressed her lips together, tears she would later deny gleaming in her eyes. Steve leaned onto the railing, bowing his head in defeat. He did not mean to say that. Especially not to Natasha, who had just lost Bruce to God knew where.

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Natasha, I-“

The spy shook her head, blinking the sudden prove of weakness from her eyes.

“I get it. And I agree with the stupidity, but she did it because she believed it was the only option and a right one. And I rather believe she’s just that good neither we nor anyone else can find her than that she was captured.”

Her voice was thick with emotions she didn’t want to show and the guilt stung harder in Steve’s gut. He was being an ass. A big one. A selfish one on top of that.

“…I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“I think I’ll live,” she sighed, lighting the tablet up. “I get it, Steve. I miss her too.” And I miss Bruce too. I’m scared for him, was left unspoken, but they both knew it might as well could.

“Yeah. I… I know.”

“And it’s not your fault she’s gone. I know you think it is, but that’s nonsense. Don’t beat yourself over it. Just don’t give up on her.”

Steve sighed, closing his eyes and attempting to regain his composure. His balled hands shook inconspicuously. He needed to be strong. He was expected to be strong, especially in front of the new recruits and no matter how much he hated it, moping wouldn’t help anyway. And hot-headed decisions, flying form one end of the world to another without an actual goal neither.

He cleared his throat. “Alright. What do we have here?”

“Bunch of kids who think they know what they’re doing.”

“And they are not a team.”

“And they are as far from a team they could be,” Natasha corrected him as she handed him the tablet and threw the door to a corridor leading to a training room open.

Steve studied all the names and pictures, mentally cataloguing them. “Sounds like a lot of work. Shall we start?”

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“Captain Rogers?” Wanda whispered shyly, her unmistakable voice heavy with accent.

Steve stopped in his tracks, trying to plaster a smile on his face. Interacting with her… it was too much. Her age, her powers, her persona – it was too similar, too much of a painful reminder of you and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the resemblance nagged him in the back of his brain like a constant itch he couldn’t scratch, because he couldn’t reach it.

“Yes, Wanda?”

“I’m sorry.”

Steve tilted his head, pretending his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. Had she read his mind? She probably had, if not recently, then surely when they had been fighting against each other. But why speak up now? It must have been about something else.

“What for?”

“I am… still learning how to control the abilities,” she started hesitantly and it confused the hell out of Steve.

Was she apologizing for not making progress fast enough? They had just finished the first training. And of course, had fought a battle against an army of robots.

“That’s understandable. But you’re doing great.”

She smiled faintly. “Thank you. But… it’s… I can’t turn them off. I can… feel the pain and deep sadness settled in you.”

Steve froze. Well. Shit.

“And… when I caused you the hallucinations… I got a glimpse. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he rasped, not even shocked how the combination of her persona and the topic of their conversation brought right back on the edge. “You believed you were doing the right thing. We can’t change the past, but we can still do our best to make a better present and future.”

“Like she did?”

Steve glared into her eyes at the note, unable to say a word. She lowered her gaze.

“I said I got a glimpse, but she was almost everywhere – each of you thought of her. She always made an appearance, at least for a moment. I… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I just… I guess I want to say thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself and… and-”

“Wanda… you deserve a chance. You don’t need to thank for that. As for the other thing… I would appreciate if we kept the conversation about that on minimum.”

“Of course! I’m just… I’m working on some things, I’m trying to… to control someone’s emotions and I could help you to— I know it’s invasive!” she blurted out hastily as Steve’s expression changed into a horrified one. “But… with Pietro… I was able to keep tabs on him when on the field, we had a connection-“

“I’m very sorry for your brother, Wanda, I truly am,” Steve said softly, pouring some compassion in and resting his hand gently on her shoulder. Grief he understood too well.

“I… what I’m trying to say is that I would probably feel him at the other side of the world, because we were really close, and— and maybe-- maybe if you let me know Sno--- the person that you feel you have disappointed well enough, if everyone would let me… I think that perhaps with Vision’s help, I might be able to find her mind and track her down.”

Steve stared at the young woman paralyzed, absolutely stunned and with own mind a complete and utter mess.

Did she just said— did she-- could she really--- it sounded too good. It sounded insane. Like a sci-fi; but then again, his whole life was. This woman could read minds. She could move things with her mind, she could read emotions. She could---- could she really find you? It seemed impossible.

He didn’t want to give in to the hope. He always had, every single time the recognition system had found a face almost matching yours only to find a girl who could be your twin, every single time a weather anomaly occurred and he would chase down the lead like a madman only to find nothing, always scolding himself for believing you would be so careless. And the truth was, he was growing tired of it. He always followed, never letting the trail go cold, but with every failed attempt, he was being kicked lower and lower. The spark of determination from Tony had been very short-lived.

“Captain Rogers?”

“Yes?” Steve snapped from his daydreaming, eyeing Wanda absently.

“Your thoughts are screaming at me-- not your fault. Just… do you want to tell me about her? If I know her, I can start trying. And I understand we don’t know each other too well for you to open your mind completely so I could see and hear for myself. So… you could just tell me,” she suggested, this time being the gentle one. It was another reminder of you and it hurt like hell. And at the same time, the offer was painfully tempting. “I really do remind you of her a lot, don’t I?”

Steve gave her a sad smile, little broken on its edges.

“You have no idea.”

“Give me one, then. I could be a good listener.”

Steve chuckled as she offered him an elbow in a poor attempt of a joke and blinked away the tears he had no idea where had come from. He really should get a grip on himself.

“Okay. She… she was someone very special and unique…”

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Part 10

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Bear with me. Were geting back to our Snowflake to see what she’s been up to... and as ou can probably guess, things will happen ;)

Thank you for reading!

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justkending · 5 years

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10 Years Time. Chapter 3.

Series Summary: As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family's country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark Daughter Reader

Word Count: 5100+

A/N: I added in the picture of the dress and all the goods again, just in case you forgot. Honestly, one of the main reasons I did a story like this was for the outfits I get to pull together! There are going to be many more dresses to come;)

Chapter 3:

“Everything is ready to go for tonight?” Steve asked turning to his second in command.

“Yes. Guards will be posted at entries and exits, and we also have them posted at rooms throughout the halls as well to make sure any wanders don’t get into something they shouldn’t.” Bucky responded as they walked through the wide halls of the castle together.

“Good. Reliable people at their designated station?” he asked.

“Yes, stop worrying about it.” Bucky said halting in his step making his tall broad friend stop as well. “I know why you’re drowning yourself in work you know? You do it every time you think about her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve said straight faced before continuing the walk.

“And you say that every time too. God, you are so stubborn sometimes! No wonder you two were always so close!” Bucky laughed smacking his friend’s shoulder only getting a glare from him.

“It’s been 10 years Buck. I didn’t really see her off on good terms. I’m sure she hates me profusely because of me standing her up.” Steve sighed.

“You didn’t have a choice.” Bucky defended.

“There’s always a choice. It was whether or not I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the dungeon that made me choose the option I did.” he retorted.

“Well, at least this way you’ll still be able to see her. In the end I think you made the right choice whether she knows why or not. This is for the better.” Bucky reassured him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve nodded noticing Sam coming towards them. “Samuel, you did you’re rounds?”

“Yes, everyone is secure and ready to go. Clint and I are going to meet with a few others before getting ready for the evening to make sure the outside security is ready as well.” Sam grinned. “The new kid still joining us tonight?”

“Parker?” Bucky asked getting a nod from Sam. “I didn’t realize that he was invited.”

“Yeah, the king has taken a liking to the kid. He wants us to start training him soon. Practically adopting him as his son he never got.” Steve chuckled.

“Nope, instead got two beautiful young daughters.” Sam chuckled. “Speaking of which. Have either of you seen Y/N?”

“Uh, no. Have you?” Steve said clearing his throat and blushing slightly at the thought of her.

“Yes, and all I can say is she most definitely grew up.” Sam grinned knowing Steve would want to know. “You probably won’t even recognize her tonight.”

“Personality and all?” Bucky laughed nudging his friend who was concentrated on Sam still.

“Now that, I don’t think has changed much.” Sam pointed out. “But she grew up looking like the young version of Queen Mara.”

“Wow. Mara was one of the most pined for royals back in her day.” Bucky smirked.

“Yeah, and I hate to say it, but I think even Y/N may have her beat. Add in the sassy attitude, and you got the whole package.” Sam continued.

“Ok gentlemen. That’s enough. We have a lot to get done today, and not much time left. Let’s finish up our checklist and then get ready for tonight. We have more guests to prepare for than we are used to.” Steve said breaking the boys conversation, and trying to push the thought of Y/N away even though that was never fully possible for him.

“Sensitive topic. I’ll take note.” Sam mumbled. When he looked up he got a stern look from Steve and cleared his throat. “My bad. I’m going to find Peter and Clint.”

“Yeah, you should.” Steve said.

Sam saluted before making his way in the opposite direction.

“Touchy much?” Bucky snickered.

“Don’t push me Bucky. I’m not in the mood.”

“That’s just the anxiety talking. Let’s get a few drinks in you. That should calm you down.”

“I’m on duty tonight.” Steve argued.

“No, you’re not. You’re invited to the party as the Captain of the king’s army. That means you get to celebrate and relax.” Bucky countered.

“There’s never a break from my job Buck. You know that. Anything could happen at any moment and I have to be ready to lead.”

“Fine, hardass. Then let’s at least get that pole out of your ass before you see Y/N tonight.” Bucky groaned walking ahead of his now irritated friend.

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Guest had started arriving, and the ballroom was filled pretty full. People from countries all around who had heard, or already been to, King Stark’s parties before were never disappointed. If you weren’t invited than you might as well have been one of the loser kingdoms. But lucky for most, Tony was an inviting King and very rarely left anyone out.

“God, it smells like old rich people in here.” Bucky groaned before sending a fake smile to a duchess of some village he couldn’t pronounce.

“Easy Buck. You get on any of these people’s bad side, and I’m going to be the one having to fight the war.” Steve said plastering on a fake smile as well.

“Where the hell is the guest of honor? Everyone is already here by now, why isn’t she?” Bucky continued to complain.

“You know it takes the ladies longer to get ready Buck. Especially a princess that’s making her first entrance as a women of royalty after being shipped off for a decade.” Steve said peering over heads trying to secretly get a view of the royal everyone else was waiting on.

“Yes, but have you met Y/N? We ARE talking about the same princess right? The one who had her dresses altered so that she could hunt, fish, and spar with us in comfort, and the same girl who would run out to the village with her hair in a mess of braids against her father's will. Eventually coming back covered in mud and dirt from running around without a care.” Bucky spoke up looking at Steve. “She doesn’t strike me as one to worry about her appearance.”

“Yes, but-” but just as he was going to defend Y/N’s tardiness again, he caught eye of her ladies in waiting that were always supposed to be close in hand to her. “Wanda. Natasha. You two look lovely this evening.” he said bowing and taking their hands before placing a chaste kiss on them. Bucky doing the same, but sending a smirk Nat’s way.

“Yes, well, Lady Janet made all of our gowns tonight so we have her to thank. Especially the princess. She looks absolutely stunning!” Wanda said giddily slightly bumping Nat who just laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, she does. She is quite the catch tonight.” Nat said looking up at Bucky.

“Well, I must say she may look nice tonight, but I have my eyes on someone else.” Bucky grinned.

“Nice try.” she retorted turning away from him with a smile. “Y/N should have many suitors proposing for an agreement in marriage after tonight. I’ve heard the king has brought in many eligible young bachelors.”

“Is- Is that so?” Steve said clearing his throat at the sudden dryness over taking him.

“Yes Steven. It is her duty after all.” Nat said with sorrowful eyes as they all watched him practically deflate a little at the thought.

“Yes, I suppose it is.” he said after a while of blankly looking ahead. “Speaking of the Princess, where is she? Shouldn’t she be with one of you?”

“Yes, but Sam intercepted her as we were walking this way. She told us she would meet back up with us after she talked to her father.” Wanda said.

“Sam’s with her?” Steve repeated. Nat hummed, and they all watched as Steve began to scan the room again. “I actually have to talk to him about one of the guards that was stationed-”

“Ladies and Gentleman!” A loud voice overcame Steve’s excuse, and all heads turned to the front of the room where King Stark was standing with Pepper and Morgan close by on an elevated stage. An announcer shouting loudly next to the royal family. “King Stark would like to thank you all for being here today to celebrate the return of his eldest daughter Princess Y/N Maria Stark.”

“Wanda we should go find Y/N.” Nat whispered getting the other redheads attention who nodded before they bid the knights farewell and made their way to the front.

“It is with great honor I now introduce King Anthony Edward Stark!” the announcer continued before moving out of the way and motioning to Tony.

“Hello all, and thank you so much for making the journey to join my family and I today for this monumental occasion.” he said raising his hands before folding them in front of him. “As you all know Y/N has gone off to learn about what it takes to be a rightful heir to Alberia. She’s come back with a head full of knowledge, and the beauty of her late mother God rest her soul.” Everyone one bowing their head at the passed queen. “However tonight is a celebration of the once young princess’s journey to adulthood. I ask that you all enjoy the company, food, and atmosphere tonight as we welcome her back home.” he turned to the side and everyone turned with him. “Y/N my dear, why don’t you come up to say a few words?” he smiled down the way.

Steve tried to peer over the head of others that were clearly blocking where Tony was speaking toward, but due to his position, it was impossible to see anything.

It wasn’t until he saw the gold crown on top of the Y/H/C curled hair that he saw what everyone was ooing and awing about.

Gracefully making her way up with the help of her father's hand, the princess turned to the crowd of others with an elegant and welcoming smile on her face.

“Oh my-” Steve started, but Bucky nudged him cutting him off.

“Holy shit.” Bucky muttered getting a few glares from others around him, but not caring. “That’s Y/N? No way they sent back the same girl we knew.”

Steve couldn’t think of words at the moment. Let alone speak anything.

She really was breath taking in all senses. The extravagant and intricately detailed gown only bringing more beauty to the princess, and brightening her already perfect features.

Bucky was right. This couldn’t have been the tomboy, loud, rambunctious, young teenager that Steve kissed good night all those years ago, could it? The women standing before them was a poised, exquisite, devastatingly gorgeous, with all the maturity of a young lady.

So when she spoke and brought even more wonder into Steve’s world, he couldn’t help himself when the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk at her voice.

“I am truly honored that you all could be with my family and I tonight. Though this is something that I know my father takes much pride and joy in celebrating, I am just happy to be home and welcomed by such kind and humbling individuals.” she smiled putting her hands in front of her and interlacing her fingers. “Like he said before, take this night to enjoy the company, food, drinks, and party. We can’t let a traditional Stark party go to waste, now can we?” she asked the crowd with a raised eyebrow. They responded eagerly with a loud cheer. “Well in that case, let the party commence!” She laughed getting yet another cheer from everyone, and the band quickly filled the space with music.

“Well done bug. You really are paving the way to being a great Queen.” Tony said wrapping and arm around his daughter's shoulder.

“I would hope so. I spent 10 years learning how to do so.” she smirked.

“That’s my girl.” Tony said pecking her cheek before pulling back. “I haven’t got to say it, but you look stunning tonight bug.” A look of remembrance in his eyes as he scanned his daughter. “You’re a spitting image of your mom. Beauty and grace.”

“Thanks dad. I hope to do her right tonight.”

“You will, no doubt. You’ll always make her proud.” he said placing his thumb on her chin. “Now!” he clapped his hands. “Before I start crying, I’m going to mingle. I’ll find you later when I need to. Don’t go too far.”

“How can I? Too many people to sort through.” she joked looking out to the crowd.

“True. Make friends and learn names tonight. It’s important for the future.” he pointed a finger before wrapping and arm through Peppers. Morgan already running off with her groups of friends before Y/N could talk to her.

“I know.” Y/N nodded as he smiled and walked into the herd of people.

“Overwhelmed yet?” a deep thunderous voice said from behind.

Y/N turned at the sound and spotted the long haired blonde with kind blue eyes, and the black haired brother of his.

“Thor.” she smiled widely. “Loki. How are my two favorite brothers?”

“Oh, you know. Giving each other hell as usual.” Thor said bumping his brothers shoulder who glared at him before they came closer to her. Both bowing and kissing her hand.

“You look as heart-stopping as ever your highness.” Loki said looking up with a gleam in his eyes.

“Well, you two grew up being easy on the eyes I see. How in the world is that?” she teased bringing her hands back in front of her and straightening her posture. Something she would find herself doing a lot that night.

“We can ask you the same. What happened to the little rascal that we used to know?” Thor said with a wide grin.

“She grew up.” Y/N said raising her chin in pride.

“So she did.” Loki nodded.

“What have you two been up to? Still training to be kings of your kingdom I presume? I’m sure your father is proud.” Y/N said pushing the conversation away from herself.

“Yes. Odin is quite proud of us. Proud of you as well. He wouldn’t stop talking on the ride here about how excited he was about seeing you and how your father had been going on rants about how much you have grown.” Thor said raising his own chin in pride.

Thor and Loki were apart of the neighboring kingdom that was the strongest ally of Alberia. Their father, Odin, being best of friends with your own, even if they saw each other only for meetings of council and get togethers for business. Since their kingdom was just down the road from yours however, the boys would spend a majority of their time here at your home where the whole crew of your friends would play and venture here. Odin’s kingdom was big like your own, but he was a lot more business than your father. So they preferred to hang out here a majority of their childhood.

Not that anyone cared. They were practically adopted brothers of yours. Plus, here they had Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and everyone else. Where as in Asgard they had but a handful of children their age within the kingdom.

“So King Odin is here himself? Well isn’t that just a lovely surprise.” she gleamed turning to look out into the crowd.

“Unfortunately my dear, as much as we would love to stay and catch up, which we will be soon for sure, we know you have other’s that need to be talked to as well tonight. We won’t hold you back, your highness.” Loki bowed elbowing his brother to do the same. Thor showing a face of disappointment at having to leave so soon, but bowing anyway.

“I hope we can get the whole team together at some point soon to catch up as well.” Thor said standing.

“I will definitely make sure that a dinner or lunch is scheduled just for that.” she laughed. “I feel as though I have a lot that I need to be filled in on.” she winked.

“Oh, so very much.” Thor winked back. “Have a good evening Princess Y/N. We are glad to have you back.”

Both of them saying their final goodbyes, and excusing themselves to other conversations.

“Princess.” Natasha said coming over to her with Wanda close. “You’re father would like us to usher you around and make sure you talk to a group of certain people.”

“Sounds about right. I guess the night is young, and I do have a flourish of people that I need to meet and re-acquaintance myself with.” Y/N sighed. “Lead the way.”

For the next few hours it was filled of, “Princess, this is blah blah blah ruler, duchess, king, queen, or emperor of this country, kingdom, village, or town.” Then Y/N saying on repeat. “Oh it’s so nice to meet you. I’m so glad you could be here with us this evening. I hope the travel wasn’t too hard.” which lead to further discussions, and blah blah blah blah blah...

Some she had met before and others who were completely new faces. Most of the kings and queens introducing their sons and daughters, but mainly showing off son’s that they believed would be a good fit for the Stark kingdom. Aka future kings that they would hope Tony would consider.

About 2 hours into the madness, Y/N was able to sneak away from her handmaidens, and sneak into a corridor that was practically silent from all the madness in the ballroom. Just as she was about to turn another corner to get even further from the party, she bumped into a slender build causing her and the other figure to stumble back.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t hear-” a younger boys voice started rambling in apologies.

“It’s fine. Truly. Don’t think twice about it.” Y/N smiled brushing her dress down.

When she looked up she saw a scattered teenage boy with chestnut colored hair, brown eyes, and a paler complexion.

“I’m sorry to be harsh ma’am, but these hallways are actually not open. I’m going to have to escort you back to the ballroom if you don’t mind. The party is this way if you would like me to-” he said motioning behind her as she raised an eyebrow at the strangers obliviousness to who she was.

“Peter, you do realize who you’re talking to right?” another voice spoke up from behind the two.

“Captain Rogers. I was just-”

“Just escorting Princess Y/N back to the party. Yes, I see that.” Steve grinned with a knowing smirk.

Y/N turned around to the voice, and saw the tall, blonde, and now very buff figure of her old best friend standing sternly at the doorway with Bucky next to him with the same grin on his face. Of course Bucky’s more of an ‘each shit’ grin.

“Wait. Princess-?” Peter started and quickly cut himself off before running in front of her and stammering over his words. “Oh my gosh! Your highness I didn’t realize- You see I’ve never actually seen you, so I didn’t- Oh gosh this is a big mess. I’m so so sorry-!” he said bowing and never looking up at her as he continued his ramble.

“Peter stand up kid. You’re just making this worse on yourself.” Bucky chuckled as they walked closer to the two.

Y/N let out a soft giggle covering her mouth with her hand as she did. Steve heard it and immediately shot his eyes her direction finally taking her in up close after not seeing her since her speech. Somehow she managed to disappear every time he got close.

“Oh, come on Buck. Don’t be so hard on the boy. He’s new right?” Y/N said placing her hands in front of her.

“Yes ma’am.” Peter spoke up finally standing up and carefully looking to her.

“Peter is the name?” she asked and he nodded. “Peter Parker. I’ve heard about you.” she grinned now moving her hands behind her dress and crossing them. “Father seems to have taken quite a liking to you too. Says you’re a smart kid.”

“Uh, yes ma’am. King Stark has been mentoring me since we’ve come here.” he nodded as she began circling around him and placing herself in front of the two knights. Peter slowly turned around seeing her in the middle just about 5 steps in front of them, and them smirking and sharing a look before turning back to him.

“And when exactly did you come here?” she asked paying no mind to the guards behind her.

“When I was 8 your majesty. My parents died in their travels, and my aunt and uncle took me in. They live and work here in the castle. Well, my aunt does. My uncle was killed in action during a battle after I got here.” he explained.

“I’m sorry to hear about your loses Peter.” she said becoming sentimental and seeing why her father had grown to like this kid. He was strong for sure. “No one should have to be that familiar with death at such a young age.”

“We get by. I still have my aunt May, and you father has been very kind to us as well.” Peter nodded with a soft smile forming showing he was feeling better about this confrontation now.

“Well I’m glad my dad has been welcoming to you. You seem like a headstrong young man.” she smiled a smile that made all the nerves in Peter relax.

“Thank you Princess.” he bowed again.

“Please. No need for the titles when no one else is around.” she said nodding her head behind her with a wink. Once again, Steve and Bucky sharing a look and Bucky lightly laughing behind her. “Call me Y/N.”

“A-Are you sure that’s ok?” he asked.

“I’m the one saying it, aren’t I?”

“I-I guess.”

“Ok, then I think it’s safe.” she smiled.

“Hey kid. How about you and I go check the guards post on this level and make sure everything is in order. Consider it part of your training.” Bucky said coming around, and throwing an arm over Peter’s shoulder lightly tousling him.

“Uh, ok.” he went to bow again. “It was nice to finally meet you Princess- I-I mean, Y/N.”

“You as well Peter. I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you.” she nodded with a grin.

He smiled back and looked at Bucky who just chuckled before turning them around.

“I still need to catch up with you Y/N/N.” Bucky said back to her. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet.”

She laughed and waved him off. “Can’t wait.”

It was silent as Steve and Y/N watched the two walk down the corridor, and eventually disappear around the corner.

Y/N could feel Steve’s eyes on her back and wasn’t ready to turn around and face the reality of who she had been thinking about for the past decade.

Taking a deep breath though, she straightened her shoulders and turned around repositioning her arms in front of her. She put on a polite smile before looking at the now very filled out man.

His figure was pyramid-like almost, if the pyramid had been flipped upside down. His shoulders were broad and waist small. He definitely had been working out since the last time she saw him. Then again, he was a twig when he was younger, then in his teen years he started to semi-gain some meat on his bones, but now. Wow. Now he was what Y/N had imagined a God to look like with the chiseled jawline and perfect physique.

“You’re crown suits you.” he spoke up after they both had analyzed the others growth.

She raised her hand touching the crown she had forgotten she had on and let out a laugh looking down.

“Yes, um, Jay designed it for.” she smiled looking up.

“I know. I was the one who gave her the sun idea.” he said in almost a whisper.

“Wait, you-”

“What, uh, what are you doing away from your party? Shouldn’t you be out mingling with all the other royals?” he said diverting the conversation away from his slipped comment, and giving her a soft smile.

“Oh well, you know how me and parties mesh. Not very well.” she sighed.

“Yes, I do remember that. I always did find you sneaking off to hide away somewhere.” he chuckled avoiding eye contact and looking at the ground like it was so interesting now. “Let me guess. You’re going to the library.”

“How did you know?” she laughed turning and starting to walk again.

Steve heard her footsteps and shot his head up immediately going to follow her.

“Because you always said it was your escape from this world. Finding books that took you out of here and into another land.” he answered coming up beside her and matching her pace. “That and if you couldn’t escape outside, this was your place within the castle to hide.”

She didn’t turn to look at him but instead raised her chin and kept her eyes focused forward.

“Hmmm so you didn’t forget about me. Good to know.”

“Y/N-”

“I heard you’re the new Captain of our battalion. Is that true?” she pushed on.

Steve saw the way she avoided the very big elephant in the room between them, and figure 5 minutes after reuniting probably wasn’t the best time to dig up the past.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“What about your father? Why has he retired?” she asked.

“He actually-” he cleared his throat. “He passed away about 6 years back. Caught an illness on the battlefield and couldn’t shake it.” Steve said looking forward as well.

The princess stopped suddenly in her step, and turned to the blue eyed man. Steve stopping with her and carefully raising an eye.

“I’m sorry. I was never informed.” she said with genuine sorrow in her voice and eyes.

He gave her a tight smile before nodding ahead for them to continue the walk.

“Yes, well it was sudden, and he went in his sleep. Mom was shaken by it, but she’s doing much better since.”

“I’m glad Sarah’s doing ok… I am truly sorry for your loss though Steve. It seems as if we have had quite a few fallen since I’ve been gone.” she said looking down at her feet.

“Yes, but that is just a part of life. We mourn and move on. It’s all we can do.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

They continued their walk until they found themselves at the doors of the library. Y/N without hesitation opened the door, and made her way in allowing Steve to make the decision to come in or not.

Steve was unsure about going into the space with her considering she was supposed to be out there and he was as well. In a way, they were breaking the rules, but also what was new with the two? After looking both ways down the hall and seeing that no one was there. He turned back into the library, and the doors closed behind him.

Looking forward he found Y/N staring up and looking around her. As if seeing the room for the first time.

“Nothing’s changed much in here.” she smiled.

“Now that’s not true. They repainted in here, and fixed up the trimmings.” he said walking closer to her, but still keeping a safe distance.

“Oh I see. It’s a little brighter.” she smiled to see that all the books she had ventured to back in the day were encased in beautiful white walls and shelves, with gold trims and outlines. “It still gives me a peace of calmness coming in here.” she sighed moving around trying to see it all.

Steve just watched taking her in as she took it all in. She was captivating without even trying. Moving gracefully, not like the destructive little girl she once was, around and lightly running her fingers over the spines of the books as she passed some of the lower shelves. When he noticed her looking back and giving him a slight look before going back, he realized she had caught him staring.

“So, 10 years? A lot’s changed I guess.” he said scratching the back of his neck nerves coming back.

“That’s putting it lightly.” she chuckled picking up another book and opening it. “You’ve changed.” she adds.

“So have you.”

“Yes, but only in the princess aspect. That doesn’t mean my personality is completely gone.” she said looking up through her lashes and making his heart thump a little faster before looking back down.

“Good. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t the same ball of sunshine you were before.” he said suddenly finding the high ceilings very interesting.

“Hmmm.” she hummed nodding her head. “Sunshine? I’ll be honest. Wasn’t sure if you remembered that.” she said with a slight tone of bitterness in her words.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said looking back at her and seeing some pain behind her expression.

“Nothing. Just…” She paused. “10 years is a long time away. Lot’s of things you can forget if you don’t keep up with it all.” she said slightly hinting at the issue of his abandonment, but not really giving away her true thoughts.

But he knew what she was hinting at. He could tell just by the pain in her eyes.

“Y/N-”

They were both cut off by the sound of the library doors bursting open. Out of instinct, Steve moved to where he was in front of Y/N. The protective knight not sure who was barging in.

“Y/N! Are you crazy running off like that?” Nat shouted stomping in with Wanda close behind. “If you’re father found out your ditching his party he’s throwing for you, he would have our head before yours.”

“Nat, I just needed a minute-” Y/N said coming out from behind Steve.

“No time for minutes. There are suitors out there that your father is trying to introduce you to, and you’re running off to read?” she said looking around like she just notice she was in the library. “Come on.” she said grabbing her wrist and pulling the princess to the exit.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say-” Steve started hoping to get some form of apology out, but was cut off by her.

“We’ll talk later.” Y/N said with a polite smile.

Before he could argue any further she was being yanked out of the room by Nat, and Wanda was sending him an apologetic look before disappearing as well.

“Shit Rogers. You really messed up this time.” he mumbled to himself rubbing a hand down his face before finally dragging himself back to the party too.

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Seeing Your Ex Happy

Seeing Your Ex Happy: An IronHawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo G2 Pepper Potts

Rating: M

Warning: Angsty, hurt/comfort, language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1791

Pairing: Clint Barton x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary: Pepper walks in on you, Tony, and Clint together after her and Tony’s break-up. She doesn’t take it very well, and you and Clint try and mend some fences.

A/N: No character or ship hate in this fic. Just a world where Tony and Pepper broke up, that’s all.

Seeing Your Ex Happy

Tony had kept saying he had to go to work. It was imperative he goes in today. There was absolutely no way he could miss work today. It was important. Serious things were at stake.

You objectively knew that to be true. Things had been a mess, to put it mildly. The breakup he’d had with Pepper had been tough. Not that you’d seen that part. You’d gotten to him by the time it had reached dumpster-fire proportions.

It wasn’t that anyone was to blame. You knew first hand what it was like dating a superhero. You were dating two after all. Seeing the person you love - someone who was just as fragile and human as you - go out and risk their lives again and again and again - was tough. In the end, Tony had broken his promise to stop one too many times for Pepper to handle and she’d left.

People grow apart. It happens. No one was to blame. Still, it had been painful and Tony wore his pain like a festering open wound. It had been difficult because Pepper still ran his company. So that time you need apart to heal just never came. They kept lashing out at each other any time something stressful happened.

Time heals all wounds - or so they say. And for a little while, it was getting better. Then Clint had forced Tony to go out drinking. To get back up on the horse so to speak. That’s when the normal garbage you have to deal with when you break up with someone but you still have to see them regularly had caught fire.

Tony and Clint were… well… cut from the same cloth. That cloth was made out of something self-destructive and very fond of sex. The first few times of going out drinking together had been just that. They’d gotten drunk, flirted (with other people and each other) and then come home.

Then they’d met you.

That’s when all bets had been taken off the table. What had been a friend trying to help take the other's mind of a painful break up had been two guys getting a little competitive for one woman’s attention. Which had been more than a little flattering for you. Then things had gotten weird and you’d all ended up waking up all tangled together in the same bed with very little memory of how exactly you’d gotten there.

There had been an agreement that whatever had happened the night before should never be spoken about and definitely should never happen again. You’d gone home not expecting to ever see another Avenger in person again.

Only the next day you’d woken up in the exact same place. It hadn’t just been a ‘you and them’ situation though. They were equally as into each other as they were with you. Whatever had happened when they met you just seemed to open up the potential for anything at all. None of you could quite explain it, but that might be simply because none of you could remember it.

You were happy though. They seemed to be too. Your two disaster men. Not broken. Just bent.

Except that the rumors of Tony’s backslide into his old playboy days had hit the press almost immediately. Photos of the night of debauchery that none of you could remember came out. Nothing explicit. Just pictures of the three of you holding hands and kissing and some of them taking shots off of you. But it wasn’t like you’d accidentally released a sex tape or anything. Inside your bubble together, you, Tony, and Clint were as happy as three peas in a pod. Outside the flame had been sparked.

Like with most people who see their ex move on before they do, Pepper had been hurt. Worse though, in her eyes, he had moved on by sliding back. She’d told him in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t watch as he destroyed himself. He had called her jealous. She had said she quit.

Pepper was a good person though. Too good really. If it had been you, you would have just left. Despite the pain it caused her seeing Tony with you and Clint, she had said she’d stay until Tony had found someone who would take over the reins of the company. It had taken a full year for them to find someone and train them and have him be totally sure he trusted them not to sink his company or turn it back into what it was.

Today was supposed to be the day the reins were publically handed over and Pepper got to leave and start her new job and new life that had nothing to do with Tony Stark.

He had to be there for that. You knew that. He knew that. Even Clint knew that. But he didn’t want to, and Clint was having far too much fun distracting him. When he’d go to stand Clint would grab his hand and kiss his neck, begging him for five minutes more.

It didn’t really take a lot to distract him and those five minutes ended up being closer to five hours. Clint was good at that. He could make you forget the important meeting or the party you’d been looking forward to. He had this special blend of idiocy, vulnerability, and amazing hands that just made time irrelevant.

So when Pepper barged through the front door it was a surprise, to say the least.

“Tony! Where were you? How dare you do…” Her voice carried down the hall and then stopped dead as she came into the living room.

The three of you had been cuddled up together, your legs over Tony’s lap, Clint had one leg behind Tony and the other over yours. They had been kissing when Pepper had stormed in, Tony mumbling into Clint’s lips about needing to leave as you nipped as his throat. You all froze and looked up at Pepper like a trio of deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“Right. Of course, this is what you would be doing. Same old Tony, right? Can’t show up to an important event has to be because he’s drunk or in an orgy or both,” Pepper snapped. “Not even when it’s important to me. Well, thank you very much.”

“Pep…” Tony said softly.

“Forget it. I had hoped the part I’d fallen in love with might rear its head long enough to say something nice about me leaving and show a unified front to the world. I guess that part isn’t there anymore,” she hissed. “Well, don’t worry about it. Goodbye, Tony. I hope you have a nice life.”

She spun on her heel and stormed off. Tony blinked at the void in the room that she used to occupy and Clint jumped to his feet. He grabbed your hand and tugged on it. “Come on. We gotta fix this,” he said. You got to your feet and Tony went to get up too. “No, Tones, stay here. Let us try and explain.”

Tony nodded and you and Clint chased after Pepper.

“Pepper,” you called as you caught sight of the redhead hitting the call button for the elevator.

She ignored you and just started stabbing at the button harder.

“Pepper,” Clint said gently. “It’s me. You know me.”

Pepper spun around, rubbing her red-rimmed eyes. “He should be chasing after me. Not you.”

“We stopped him,” you said.

“Pepper. This is my fault. All of it,” Clint said. “It’s my fault that he went out drinking. It’s my fault this-“ he indicated between the two of you. “- happened. It’s my fault he didn’t go out today. But please … you gotta know. No one did this to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well it did. It did hurt me. And you can’t take that back,” Pepper snapped.

“I don’t want to. I’m in love with him,” Clint said. Pepper stared at him like he’d just slapped her in the face. “When the two of you broke up, he was broken. He was drinking again and he wasn’t going out. Rhodey couldn’t even get through to him. So I thought maybe if he could just have a night where he didn’t think about what he lost when he lost you. And we had fun. So we did it again and again and he was starting to be… not good … but okay. And then we met this little minx and okay started to move to good. I know that’s not easy to see. Not when you’re still not okay. But we all want you to be good too. This isn’t about him being some sexual deviant, Pep. I love him. And I want him to be good.”

Pepper shifted on her feet and folded her arms over her chest. “That doesn’t excuse today.”

“He woke up today and it was like he was getting ready to go to a funeral,” Clint said. “He was…”

“Grieving,” you finished. “It was bad. He doesn’t want to drive you away but he knows he has and it’s killing him.”

“So we… well I… tried to cheer him up. I guess time got away from us. He did keep saying he needed to leave,” Clint explained.

Pepper let out a breath and shook her head. “Today was important.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I really am,” Clint said. “Please don’t take that out on him.”

“What does it matter, Clint? I won’t be seeing him again,” she said sounding defeated. The elevator doors opened behind her and she turned and stepped in. She caught the door as it was about to close and looked directly at you. “I hope you can handle what being with them means.”

You frowned a little and took Clint’s hand as the doors slid closed again.

“Well, that went well,” you said.

Clint shook his head. “Could have been worse. She’s hurt. It’s her right. Sucks when your ex moves on first.”

You nodded and the two of you went back into the penthouse. Tony was sitting on the couch looking up expectantly at you both. “What did she say?” He asked.

You took a seat on either side of him and Clint ran his hand up into the back of Tony’s hair, making him close his eyes and hum. “She said that she forgives you and hopes that you find what makes you happy,” Clint lied.

Tony smiled a little and nuzzled into Clint’s neck as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. Sometimes that’s what was needed. Just a white lie and the people you were falling for so you could finally move on.

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1. on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? .... 3

2. describe yourself in a hashtag? #onedirectionstan

3. if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? gross Harry Styles

4. if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? get ready for disappointment but the good thing is one direction would be to my musical as abba is to mamma mia

5. what’s one thing people don’t know about you? i have strong ambitions but they are outweighed by executive dysfunction so lots of adults like teachers just think I'm lazy 🤪🥴

6. what’s your wake up ritual? currently it's get up at 2pm, look at discord, snapchat, and instagram, then eat some gosh darn food

7. what’s your go to bed ritual? this is so unhealthy I know grab a snack and a soda and scroll mindlessly on social media until I get tired, get up and brush my teeth, go back to my bed and put on my sleep playlist (called sleeby) and set a time so it stops playing after I fall asleep

8. what’s your favorite time of day? despite the fact that I get up in the afternoon, it's actually like 10am that's a goooood time

9. your go to for having a good laugh? I look up Niall Horan laugh complications it genuinely works every time

10. dream country to visit? Germany or Italy

11. what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? my 19th birthday my roommates had a surprise party for me and I was so shocked and almost cried bc it was so sweet and bc made me anxious

12. heels or flats/sneakers? I thought that said heelys :(( but sneakers

13. vintage or new? vintaaaage

14. who do you want to write your obituary? uh idk hopefully none of my current family bc I don't want to die before them cause that'll mean I die young??? this question is making me overthink so I'm just gonna say Ewan Gregor and move on

15. style icon? this chick named mathilda on Instagram you might have seen her on insta or Pinterest she's a redhead but her style is brilliant

16. what are three things you cannot live without? music, dr. pepper, eggos

17. what’s one ingredient you put in everything? I sound so white but SALT I salt the heck outta everything

18. what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? Steve Irwin, Harry Styles, Freddie Mercury

19. what’s your biggest fear in life? dying while I'm taking a shower and having my family find my naked, wet, dead body falling out of love. which makes me not want to fall IN love bc then the chance of falling OUT of love becomes a possibility

20. window or aisle seat? window window window window window

21. what’s your current tv obsession? not really obsessed with anything rn but I rewatch new girl every chance I get

22. favorite app? instagram

23. secret talent? I can wiggle my ears

24. most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? i flew to New Orleans during a break with two of my friends bc they found $60 round trip tickets. We bought the tickets the day before. We literally got to NOLA at 7am and left 8pm the next day. only spontaneous/adventurous thing i have ever done

25. how would you define yourself in three words? funny, understanding, quiet

26. favorite piece of clothing you own? my overalls :'))

27. a must have clothing item that everyone should have? a jean jacket !! looks good on anyone and with anything and they're so cute

28. a superpower you would want? to make people see themselves as their loved ones see them

29. what’s inspiring you in life right now? music I'm fixated on one direction and harry styles and louis tomlinson rn of you cant tell by a lot of my answers

30. best piece of advice you’ve received? don't apologize because you like something. don't be embarrassed that you have preferences

31. best advice you’d give your teenage self? be unapologetically you. life is too short to feel guilty for having opinions.

32. a book everyone should read? me and earl and the dying girl

33. what would you like to be remembered for? being kind to all

34. how do you define beauty? kindness, humor, a sweet soul makes a beautiful person

35. what do you love most about your body? I think I'm proportional? like... my size and shape... I hate how that sounds but my overall body ,,,,,,,

36. best way to take a rest/decompress? crack open and nice cold soda and put on headphones and lay on the ground (it makes me back feel better)

37. favorite place to view art? art galleries the environment and ambiance is immaculate

38. if your life was a song, what would the title be? Everything is Outta Reach cause I fail a lot but also I'm sHORT

39. if you could master one instrument, what would it be? pianoooo

40. if you had a tattoo, where would it be? I want my forearms to be filled with random little doodle tattoos I get over time (picture louis tomlinsons right arm, like the "oops!" and skateboard, and dumb things like that)

41 dolphins or koalas? KOALAS

42. what’s an animal that represents you? .....koala. also chameleon...

43. best gift you’ve ever received? so I need to be hugging a pillow or stuffed animals to sleep and I lost some stuffed animals that I loved and were huge and my go to for hugging at night and that Christmas my brother got me a huge elephant and a body pillow to replace them and I actually cried

44. best gift you’ve given? im really bad at giving gifts but my brother searches everywhere for this book in specific print and language and after years I found one and got it for him for Christmas. he's not good at showing appreciation and excitement but I could tell that he was stoked

45. what’s your favorite board game? BETRAYL AT THE HOUSE ON THE HILL it's so complicated and so good and I love it so much

46. what’s your favorite color? yellow and red

47. least favorite color? o r a n g e I just realized it's between red and yellow make it make sense

48. diamond or pearls? diamonds

49. drugstore makeup or designer? drugstore! I don't wear makeup often enough to spend money on designer but occasionally I get some good stuff from ulta then immediately regret it and go back to my Walgreens makeup HAHA

50. pilates or yoga? yoga

51. coffee or tea? I don't drink either but I like the aesthetic of tea more

52. what’s the weirdest word in the english language? pneumonoultrascopicsiliconvolcanoconoiosos because it's the longest word in the English dictionary and it's has a very specific definition and it's so extra when I was 7 i had a friend who could spell it forwards and backwards

53. dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk!! I only like dark chocolate if it's reisens

54. stairs or elevators? stairs I'm afraid of elevators

55. summer or winter? summer

56. you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? mac and cheese

57. a dessert you don’t like? uhhhh... umm... uh... anything with tree nuts cause I'm allergic??? I love dessert

58. a skill you’re working on mastering? I'm learning guitar !!

59. best thing to happen to you today? I woke up before 2pm

60. worst thing to happen to you today? my family all decided to a be in a bad mood today so that's super exciting to deal with :))))))

61. best compliment you’ve ever received? that I'm a really good listener

62. favorite smell? candles right after they're blown out and the air outside when it's cold. it has a smell. it DOES.

63. hugs or kisses? hugs

64. if you made a documentary, would it be about? the one direction boys' solo careers and eventual reunion when it happens

65. last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? if that includes music, louis tomlinsons album walls. but if not, ehm the martian that movie makes me cry don't come for me

66. lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

67. sweet or savory? savory

68. girl crush? lily james

69. how do you know you’re in love? I've been trying to figure that out... I think it's when everything reminds you of them and you can completely be yourself around them and feel a sense of home and belonging.

70. a song you can listen to on repeat? greyhound by calpurnia or baby driver by simon and garfunkel

71. if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? h a r r y s t y l e s I have questions I need answered and I wanna hear unreleased HS and 1D music

72. what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? going back to school so I can be with my best friend slash future boyfriend

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